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Part CIX: Moving On
Date: Kapton 15th, 114 A.U.
“So where are you going next?”
“We don’t know,” Reynyagn confessed, sitting in a ring of chairs with the rest of the Xavier Team, Sereth, Hazael, Monty, and Rezja. “We didn’t have any immediate idea of what to do after we got the Arglem.”
“I see,” Rezja replied. Following their miraculous escape from the Caves of Dragla, the Xavier Team had decided to go back with Sereth and Hazael to Rezja and the group of rebel elves in order to recuperate and plan their next mission.”
“We have two of the Golden Weapons to Jaigran’s three,” Flek pointed out. “The Golden Weapons play an essential role in this battle, so I would think that the battle is leveling out as we get more and more equal. We need to find the others.”
“What more are there to find?” Astrid asked.
“One was given to each race,” Augger replied. “Jroldin has the weapon of the dwarves, and Reynyagn wields the weapon of the Sla’ad. Jaigran appears to have the weapon of the orcs since he can use orcish magic, and if he wields a spear, that would be the weapon of the humans.”
“I don’t know what the other weapon is, but he got it from the Citadel of Tzel-Maret,” Rezja said. “That much we have picked up on our communication esponiage.”
“Then he most likely has the weapon of the elves,” Augger said. “Meaning that the last weapons still out there are the weapon of the goblins and the weapon of the auggers.” There was silence as the members thought.
“What do you know of the weapon of the auggers?” Jroldin asked.
“Little,” Augger replied. “I know where it was once kept from my memories, but that place was destroyed by the augger slayers. I am confident that my augger brethren are in hiding and not slain, but I do not know where they hid themselves. Alas, for my ancestor’s betrayal of his own kind.”
“Jaigran shouldn’t know it either, though,” Monty pointed out. “And if we can only get the other, we’ll be equal with the Golden Weapons. We almost beat him in Tzel-Maret, when he had one more than us. When equal, and with all of us together, we most assuredly ought to have a fighting chance against him.”
“What do you know of the weapon of the goblins, Flek?” Zarien asked.
Flek pursed his lips. “I had never heard of golden weapons until I began on this quest. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“If it’s somewhere in our forest, then there’s only two people, or groups, that could have it,” Flek said. “Either Lord Freglak has it somewhere in his military arsenal, or, which I’m afraid is probably the more likely possibility, the cultic priests who worship the Mothertree have it.”
“The priests of the Mothertree appeared weak, though not completely powerless, when I was among your kind,” Reynyagn said. “Besides which, they believed the prophecies. If they believe in Xavier’s prophecies, which I would assume that they do, they should jump at the chance to help us.”
“Assuming no further conflicts escalated between them and Lord Freglak,” Flek muttered, before raising his voice. “In all honesty though, that seems like the best plan that we can go after at this point. We need to be more powerful before we challenge Jaigran again, and this seems like the best way. And I would be glad to see my lord again.”
“Perhaps you could also bring him messages from us,” Rezja asked. “We’ve been trying to send ambassadors to him to join us together against Emperor Jaigran but have not received a reply yet.”
“We’ll talk to him,” Reynyagn said. “As long as we get there safely, rest assured that Lord Freglak will begin to send you a response.”
“I miss seeing you here,” Hazael said.
“Hey, I will too, but we should be back here soon enough assuming everything goes well,” Zarien replied. “This seems like it’s becoming our main base of operations. I don’t think your friend will like it very much, though.”
“Sereth… Sereth will manage,” Hazael said slowly. “She just need to learn to adjust. You do too.”
“Yeah,” Zarien said, shrugging it off. “We’ll see.”
“…So I’ll be gone for a while, okay?” Zarien asked, talking slowly to Cortna while she tried to build some structure with blocks. “I’ll be back as soon as our mission is over. Don’t forget about me, can you try?”
Cortna said nothing, pursing her lips tighter as she balanced another block on top of another.
Zarien bit his lip as he leaned closer. “I love you, Cortna,” he said, lightly kissing her on the cheek before standing up. Cortna stiffened, and after waiting to see if he might get any response, Zarien moved toward the door, taking one last glance at her before closing it behind him.
A single tear rolled down Cortna’s cheek.
The engines began to roar as Zarien hiked up the last of the many bags he had been dumped with, trying to put most of the weight on his mechanical leg as he hobbled over toward the gangplank.
“I put the correspondence and intel for Freglak in the third compartment,” Rezja was yelling to Reynyagn over the roar of the engines. “He should find the information quite satisfactory.”
“I’ll make sure he gets it!” Reynyagn replied. “We sent some messages to Araelia as well to see if Governor Iraina will establish any connection with you. Ex-governor Astrid, our primary communicator in Araelia, has been unclear recently of her communication with Iraina, so I’m not completely sure what’s going on there, but we’ll keep trying.”
“Many thanks!” Rezja replied. “Have a safe voyage!”
“And keep yourselves safe as well,” Reynyagn replied. “We’ve got a firm base here that could do much to help our cause. If we can keep it.”
Part CIX: Moving On
Date: Kapton 15th, 114 A.U.
“So where are you going next?”
“We don’t know,” Reynyagn confessed, sitting in a ring of chairs with the rest of the Xavier Team, Sereth, Hazael, Monty, and Rezja. “We didn’t have any immediate idea of what to do after we got the Arglem.”
“I see,” Rezja replied. Following their miraculous escape from the Caves of Dragla, the Xavier Team had decided to go back with Sereth and Hazael to Rezja and the group of rebel elves in order to recuperate and plan their next mission.”
“We have two of the Golden Weapons to Jaigran’s three,” Flek pointed out. “The Golden Weapons play an essential role in this battle, so I would think that the battle is leveling out as we get more and more equal. We need to find the others.”
“What more are there to find?” Astrid asked.
“One was given to each race,” Augger replied. “Jroldin has the weapon of the dwarves, and Reynyagn wields the weapon of the Sla’ad. Jaigran appears to have the weapon of the orcs since he can use orcish magic, and if he wields a spear, that would be the weapon of the humans.”
“I don’t know what the other weapon is, but he got it from the Citadel of Tzel-Maret,” Rezja said. “That much we have picked up on our communication esponiage.”
“Then he most likely has the weapon of the elves,” Augger said. “Meaning that the last weapons still out there are the weapon of the goblins and the weapon of the auggers.” There was silence as the members thought.
“What do you know of the weapon of the auggers?” Jroldin asked.
“Little,” Augger replied. “I know where it was once kept from my memories, but that place was destroyed by the augger slayers. I am confident that my augger brethren are in hiding and not slain, but I do not know where they hid themselves. Alas, for my ancestor’s betrayal of his own kind.”
“Jaigran shouldn’t know it either, though,” Monty pointed out. “And if we can only get the other, we’ll be equal with the Golden Weapons. We almost beat him in Tzel-Maret, when he had one more than us. When equal, and with all of us together, we most assuredly ought to have a fighting chance against him.”
“What do you know of the weapon of the goblins, Flek?” Zarien asked.
Flek pursed his lips. “I had never heard of golden weapons until I began on this quest. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“If it’s somewhere in our forest, then there’s only two people, or groups, that could have it,” Flek said. “Either Lord Freglak has it somewhere in his military arsenal, or, which I’m afraid is probably the more likely possibility, the cultic priests who worship the Mothertree have it.”
“The priests of the Mothertree appeared weak, though not completely powerless, when I was among your kind,” Reynyagn said. “Besides which, they believed the prophecies. If they believe in Xavier’s prophecies, which I would assume that they do, they should jump at the chance to help us.”
“Assuming no further conflicts escalated between them and Lord Freglak,” Flek muttered, before raising his voice. “In all honesty though, that seems like the best plan that we can go after at this point. We need to be more powerful before we challenge Jaigran again, and this seems like the best way. And I would be glad to see my lord again.”
“Perhaps you could also bring him messages from us,” Rezja asked. “We’ve been trying to send ambassadors to him to join us together against Emperor Jaigran but have not received a reply yet.”
“We’ll talk to him,” Reynyagn said. “As long as we get there safely, rest assured that Lord Freglak will begin to send you a response.”
“I miss seeing you here,” Hazael said.
“Hey, I will too, but we should be back here soon enough assuming everything goes well,” Zarien replied. “This seems like it’s becoming our main base of operations. I don’t think your friend will like it very much, though.”
“Sereth… Sereth will manage,” Hazael said slowly. “She just need to learn to adjust. You do too.”
“Yeah,” Zarien said, shrugging it off. “We’ll see.”
“…So I’ll be gone for a while, okay?” Zarien asked, talking slowly to Cortna while she tried to build some structure with blocks. “I’ll be back as soon as our mission is over. Don’t forget about me, can you try?”
Cortna said nothing, pursing her lips tighter as she balanced another block on top of another.
Zarien bit his lip as he leaned closer. “I love you, Cortna,” he said, lightly kissing her on the cheek before standing up. Cortna stiffened, and after waiting to see if he might get any response, Zarien moved toward the door, taking one last glance at her before closing it behind him.
A single tear rolled down Cortna’s cheek.
The engines began to roar as Zarien hiked up the last of the many bags he had been dumped with, trying to put most of the weight on his mechanical leg as he hobbled over toward the gangplank.
“I put the correspondence and intel for Freglak in the third compartment,” Rezja was yelling to Reynyagn over the roar of the engines. “He should find the information quite satisfactory.”
“I’ll make sure he gets it!” Reynyagn replied. “We sent some messages to Araelia as well to see if Governor Iraina will establish any connection with you. Ex-governor Astrid, our primary communicator in Araelia, has been unclear recently of her communication with Iraina, so I’m not completely sure what’s going on there, but we’ll keep trying.”
“Many thanks!” Rezja replied. “Have a safe voyage!”
“And keep yourselves safe as well,” Reynyagn replied. “We’ve got a firm base here that could do much to help our cause. If we can keep it.”
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