And we move on to Part Thirteen... the unlucky number... One of the things I love about writing books is discovering more about my characters along the way... and though this part about Flek might not give much info about him, in writing the next part, I learned a lot about him... One of my writing teachers this year has said that in stories, the only interesting things in the story are the characters... so hopefully I'll have nice interesting characters... Anyways, I have a feel that I'm just rambling on and on and I don't particularly want to do that...
Pts David: 15 pts. Anne: 10 pts. Seth: 10 pts. Kieran: 9 pts. . Angela: 2 pts. Sarah: 2 pts. Katherine: 2 pts. James: 2 pts.
Part XIII: Freglak
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
“Sir! The High Priest here to visit you!” the intercom said.
Freglak cursed and quickly shoved all the notes on Operation Capture in a bookshelf before sitting back down. “Come in!” he said, fidgeting. The doors opened, and the High Priest entered, a sort of high and royal air about him. The High Priest sat down on a seat and looked at Freglak, waiting for a response.
“Welcome, O High Priest!” Freglak said, bowing his head in reverence.
“Greetings, Lord Freglak,” the High Priest said coldly. “What a pleasure it is to see you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine!” Freglak managed to cough out.
The High Priest gazed at a loose thread on his ceremonial gown that he was wearing before looking up. “You watch the Celebration?”
“But of course!” Freglak said. “I watched above and beyond what you asked me, seeing the whole Celebration!”
The High Priest snarled. “The Celebration is still going on, you oaf.”
Freglak whitened. “My utmost apologies sir…” he said. “I did go above and beyond what you asked… though perhaps I exaggerated a bit.”
“Perhaps,” the High Priest snapped. “I also noticed the airships that went off from the Capitol in the middle of the ceremony.”
“Were there airships going on?” Freglak asked, nervously looking around. “I had no idea! I can’t be in charge of everything that happens in the Capitol you know.”
“They looked like attack ships,” the High Priest rebutted.
“And you know just as well as I do that we have no attack air ships to speak of!” Freglak said. “Now if you have managed to spot such attack ships, just bring them to me and-”
“You don’t publicly have any attack ships,” the High Priest interrupted. “But whether or not you secretly do is a different question altogether.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Freglak said. “Are you trying to say that I sent some attack force in a ship to-”
At that moment, the door burst open and Flek romped into the room followed by the rest of his team and a Sla’ad. “Operation Capture a success!” he said. “We got the elves’ airship too and-” Flek’s outburst of joy stopped as he noticed the High Priest. Freglak cursed.
The High Priest glowered. “You, sir, are an impecible liar, and will be duly punished after I speak with the rest of the Council of Priests,” he snapped.
“And you ain’t have nothing against me!” Freglak said, standing up. “So I had an attack ship go off during the Celebration of the Mother Tree. I’m allowed to do that, as long as I watched the Celebration, which I did.”
The High Priest glared at Freglak. “Which we both know that you didn’t, even if I have no proof for that,” he said. “I’m warning you, Freglak. We will not tolerate such irreverence to the Mother Tree!” And with that, head high, the High Priest exited the room.
Freglak watched him leave. “Shut the door,” Freglak said, again cursing. Then he shook his head and readied his composure, smiling, as the door closed. He stood to greet them. “Excellent work team!” he said. “And to whom do I have the honor?” he asked addressing the Sla’ad.
“My name is Reynyagn,” the Sla’ad said. “A ruler of my people and the sole survivor of the Massacre of Varasheet.”
Freglak slightly blanched at the mention of the massacre. “Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Reynyagn,” he said. “I am Freglak, Lord of the goblins.” He turned to Flek. “You say you got the air ship?”
“It was all Reynyagn’s idea,” Flek said. “We took the idea and we now have their ship in the hangar to study and to use.”
“Excellent,” Freglak said. “You will all be rewarded for your work! You can now go! I have prepared a small feast for you all which the servants will guide you to. Flek, you can stay here with Reynyagn and me.” The rest of the goblins exited the chamber and Reynyagn and Flek sat down. Freglak stared with interest on the Sla’ad’s dark ghostly body.
"Why did you so choose to attempt to rescue me?” Reynyagn asked, breaking the silence
“It has been always my goal to be able to strike out against the elves,” Freglak said. “We saw this as the perfect opportunity to deprive the elves of a captive and to possibly gain ourselves an ally.”
“So I see,” Reynyagn said, and paused. “You have likely saved me from excruciating torture from the hands of the blood-thirsty elves and for that I thank you.” He again paused. “How do you want me to help you?”
“What do you mean?” Freglak asked, taken aback by the question.
“I mean what I mean,” Reynyagn said. “Do you want me to be a soldier for you? Do you want to just allow me to return home? Do you want me to go home to raise an army for you? Do you want me as a strategist? I am not saying that I will do whatever you say, but I wish to know how you seek to use me.”
“I believe that would be for you to answer,” Freglak said. “What are you skills? What are your desires? My goal is for you to help us as best you can in destroying the elves. How do you claim you can best help us with that.”
Reynyagn smiled. “I can sense the tinge of distrust in your voice,” Reynyagn said. “And I find it understandable; you won’t simply let me return to my people because I claim it is the best way to fight against the elves. As a leader, I have a duty to serve and lead my people, but as being rescued, I have a duty to you because you rescued me. Some say that I am a natural-born leader; I will not necessarily say so. Some say I am one of the best strategists who have ever lived; if that it is so, it is only because my companion Falshorn is dead.” He grinned wryly. “Some think that I am too quick to distrust people; I will not deny it.”
“So I see,” Freglak said, trying to gather all the information in.
“How do you believe we could best continue to strike against the elves?” Flek asked.
“You already told me how you have been able to disable their radar’s effects,” Reynyagn said. “I know well the tactics of the elves, having studied them over the past century-”
“You’ve lived for a hundred years?” Flek interrupted.
“I already said I was present at the Massacre of Varasheet, which was well over a century ago,” Reynyagn said. “Sla’ad live long and watch many centuries go by, and some even watch millennium. Although you may not forget it, you goblins too will tend to live to ripe ages of 430 and 450 if you do not kill yourselves before hand with your recklessness.” Flek cracked a smile at this. “However, they who attain that are few and rare among you. Like I said, I have studied the elves over the past century and know their tactics. They will likely send a medium scouting force to try and figure out what has happened here and why their radars haven’t been working. I suggest we formulate a plan to utterly crush that scouting force when it arrives.”
“I like it…” Flek said. “Wait for them to come and then slam them with our forces…”
“Your advice seems sound,” Freglak said. “I offer you a deal, Reynyagn. Serve me and help me for six months, and then you can be free to stay here or to return to your people or whatever you so desire. Is it a deal?”
Reynyagn considered the proposition and slowly nodded. “It is a deal,” he said. “For six months I will aid you against the elves and after that I will be free, free from my duty to you as my rescuer, and will stay here or go to my home or whatever I so desire.”
“It is a deal then,” said Freglak. And they shook hands on it.
Question of the Week:What do you think: is the most interesting thing for you in a story the characters? ANd if not, what is?
Pts David: 15 pts. Anne: 10 pts. Seth: 10 pts. Kieran: 9 pts. . Angela: 2 pts. Sarah: 2 pts. Katherine: 2 pts. James: 2 pts.
Part XIII: Freglak
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
“Sir! The High Priest here to visit you!” the intercom said.
Freglak cursed and quickly shoved all the notes on Operation Capture in a bookshelf before sitting back down. “Come in!” he said, fidgeting. The doors opened, and the High Priest entered, a sort of high and royal air about him. The High Priest sat down on a seat and looked at Freglak, waiting for a response.
“Welcome, O High Priest!” Freglak said, bowing his head in reverence.
“Greetings, Lord Freglak,” the High Priest said coldly. “What a pleasure it is to see you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine!” Freglak managed to cough out.
The High Priest gazed at a loose thread on his ceremonial gown that he was wearing before looking up. “You watch the Celebration?”
“But of course!” Freglak said. “I watched above and beyond what you asked me, seeing the whole Celebration!”
The High Priest snarled. “The Celebration is still going on, you oaf.”
Freglak whitened. “My utmost apologies sir…” he said. “I did go above and beyond what you asked… though perhaps I exaggerated a bit.”
“Perhaps,” the High Priest snapped. “I also noticed the airships that went off from the Capitol in the middle of the ceremony.”
“Were there airships going on?” Freglak asked, nervously looking around. “I had no idea! I can’t be in charge of everything that happens in the Capitol you know.”
“They looked like attack ships,” the High Priest rebutted.
“And you know just as well as I do that we have no attack air ships to speak of!” Freglak said. “Now if you have managed to spot such attack ships, just bring them to me and-”
“You don’t publicly have any attack ships,” the High Priest interrupted. “But whether or not you secretly do is a different question altogether.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Freglak said. “Are you trying to say that I sent some attack force in a ship to-”
At that moment, the door burst open and Flek romped into the room followed by the rest of his team and a Sla’ad. “Operation Capture a success!” he said. “We got the elves’ airship too and-” Flek’s outburst of joy stopped as he noticed the High Priest. Freglak cursed.
The High Priest glowered. “You, sir, are an impecible liar, and will be duly punished after I speak with the rest of the Council of Priests,” he snapped.
“And you ain’t have nothing against me!” Freglak said, standing up. “So I had an attack ship go off during the Celebration of the Mother Tree. I’m allowed to do that, as long as I watched the Celebration, which I did.”
The High Priest glared at Freglak. “Which we both know that you didn’t, even if I have no proof for that,” he said. “I’m warning you, Freglak. We will not tolerate such irreverence to the Mother Tree!” And with that, head high, the High Priest exited the room.
Freglak watched him leave. “Shut the door,” Freglak said, again cursing. Then he shook his head and readied his composure, smiling, as the door closed. He stood to greet them. “Excellent work team!” he said. “And to whom do I have the honor?” he asked addressing the Sla’ad.
“My name is Reynyagn,” the Sla’ad said. “A ruler of my people and the sole survivor of the Massacre of Varasheet.”
Freglak slightly blanched at the mention of the massacre. “Well it is a pleasure to meet you, Reynyagn,” he said. “I am Freglak, Lord of the goblins.” He turned to Flek. “You say you got the air ship?”
“It was all Reynyagn’s idea,” Flek said. “We took the idea and we now have their ship in the hangar to study and to use.”
“Excellent,” Freglak said. “You will all be rewarded for your work! You can now go! I have prepared a small feast for you all which the servants will guide you to. Flek, you can stay here with Reynyagn and me.” The rest of the goblins exited the chamber and Reynyagn and Flek sat down. Freglak stared with interest on the Sla’ad’s dark ghostly body.
"Why did you so choose to attempt to rescue me?” Reynyagn asked, breaking the silence
“It has been always my goal to be able to strike out against the elves,” Freglak said. “We saw this as the perfect opportunity to deprive the elves of a captive and to possibly gain ourselves an ally.”
“So I see,” Reynyagn said, and paused. “You have likely saved me from excruciating torture from the hands of the blood-thirsty elves and for that I thank you.” He again paused. “How do you want me to help you?”
“What do you mean?” Freglak asked, taken aback by the question.
“I mean what I mean,” Reynyagn said. “Do you want me to be a soldier for you? Do you want to just allow me to return home? Do you want me to go home to raise an army for you? Do you want me as a strategist? I am not saying that I will do whatever you say, but I wish to know how you seek to use me.”
“I believe that would be for you to answer,” Freglak said. “What are you skills? What are your desires? My goal is for you to help us as best you can in destroying the elves. How do you claim you can best help us with that.”
Reynyagn smiled. “I can sense the tinge of distrust in your voice,” Reynyagn said. “And I find it understandable; you won’t simply let me return to my people because I claim it is the best way to fight against the elves. As a leader, I have a duty to serve and lead my people, but as being rescued, I have a duty to you because you rescued me. Some say that I am a natural-born leader; I will not necessarily say so. Some say I am one of the best strategists who have ever lived; if that it is so, it is only because my companion Falshorn is dead.” He grinned wryly. “Some think that I am too quick to distrust people; I will not deny it.”
“So I see,” Freglak said, trying to gather all the information in.
“How do you believe we could best continue to strike against the elves?” Flek asked.
“You already told me how you have been able to disable their radar’s effects,” Reynyagn said. “I know well the tactics of the elves, having studied them over the past century-”
“You’ve lived for a hundred years?” Flek interrupted.
“I already said I was present at the Massacre of Varasheet, which was well over a century ago,” Reynyagn said. “Sla’ad live long and watch many centuries go by, and some even watch millennium. Although you may not forget it, you goblins too will tend to live to ripe ages of 430 and 450 if you do not kill yourselves before hand with your recklessness.” Flek cracked a smile at this. “However, they who attain that are few and rare among you. Like I said, I have studied the elves over the past century and know their tactics. They will likely send a medium scouting force to try and figure out what has happened here and why their radars haven’t been working. I suggest we formulate a plan to utterly crush that scouting force when it arrives.”
“I like it…” Flek said. “Wait for them to come and then slam them with our forces…”
“Your advice seems sound,” Freglak said. “I offer you a deal, Reynyagn. Serve me and help me for six months, and then you can be free to stay here or to return to your people or whatever you so desire. Is it a deal?”
Reynyagn considered the proposition and slowly nodded. “It is a deal,” he said. “For six months I will aid you against the elves and after that I will be free, free from my duty to you as my rescuer, and will stay here or go to my home or whatever I so desire.”
“It is a deal then,” said Freglak. And they shook hands on it.
Question of the Week:What do you think: is the most interesting thing for you in a story the characters? ANd if not, what is?
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