Book IV: The Watcher has begun. To wrap up Book III's comment contests, Warbaron has officially won in a landslide. As his prize, he gets to name and come up with a personality of one of the auggers that live in Quelia (the main island where the Auggers live.) The auggers will play a central role in Book IV as it comes to a close. Book IV: The Watcher has now begun. The serial will run until Part 136 and possibly an Eprilogue to bring the saga to an end. Therefore, without further ado...
Prologue: Ambassador of the Auggers
Date: Kapton 14th, 114 A.U.
Ranvier, ambassador of the auggers, was on a mission to discover the secrets of the Noon-Stone and why it no longer went about its course. He moved under a tree as he noticed the airship coming up, pressing himself against it as he watched it move toward him. It may be that the elves’ reign over the main continent had already been destroyed and the airship may now be hostile, but he wasn’t willing to take many chances. He had already decided that the best course of action was to travel until he found civilization and could question a non-elf about the current state of Arquenia.
“The life source is right below us,” the elven pilot said. “We just passed right over the source and it’s still there. It must be a fugitive or nomad of some sort.”
“Either way, land the ship,” the elven commander replied. “I’ll tell the orcs to prepare to engage the being, whomever it may be. And we will discover why it has strayed so far from the fold.”
Ranvier watched the ship landing with worry. Had they somehow spotted him? He put a hand to his gun, preparing to fight if needed. They may yet be possible allies, not enemies. He watched from behind the tree as a door opened, and then as orcs began to step out.
Orcs. Ranvier searched his memories. They had allied themselves with the elves. He couldn’t take the chance. It was time to run.
Bolting, Ranvier moved toward the forest that was nearby, hoping to find cover there. He didn’t dare shoot at the orcs unless they shot first. They may yet not be with Jaigran’s orcs. A lightning bolt sailed past him, singing the air. That was it. They were enemies.
Spinning around, Ranvier turned to fight, firing several shots as the orcs moved closer, but the orcs were already ready. An explosion filled his mind as he was hit, stumbling backward as another hit him, his consciousness quickly receding as the blackness set in. His last thought was that he had just failed as the ambassador of the Auggers.
And then there was blackness.
Prologue: Ambassador of the Auggers
Date: Kapton 14th, 114 A.U.
Ranvier, ambassador of the auggers, was on a mission to discover the secrets of the Noon-Stone and why it no longer went about its course. He moved under a tree as he noticed the airship coming up, pressing himself against it as he watched it move toward him. It may be that the elves’ reign over the main continent had already been destroyed and the airship may now be hostile, but he wasn’t willing to take many chances. He had already decided that the best course of action was to travel until he found civilization and could question a non-elf about the current state of Arquenia.
“The life source is right below us,” the elven pilot said. “We just passed right over the source and it’s still there. It must be a fugitive or nomad of some sort.”
“Either way, land the ship,” the elven commander replied. “I’ll tell the orcs to prepare to engage the being, whomever it may be. And we will discover why it has strayed so far from the fold.”
Ranvier watched the ship landing with worry. Had they somehow spotted him? He put a hand to his gun, preparing to fight if needed. They may yet be possible allies, not enemies. He watched from behind the tree as a door opened, and then as orcs began to step out.
Orcs. Ranvier searched his memories. They had allied themselves with the elves. He couldn’t take the chance. It was time to run.
Bolting, Ranvier moved toward the forest that was nearby, hoping to find cover there. He didn’t dare shoot at the orcs unless they shot first. They may yet not be with Jaigran’s orcs. A lightning bolt sailed past him, singing the air. That was it. They were enemies.
Spinning around, Ranvier turned to fight, firing several shots as the orcs moved closer, but the orcs were already ready. An explosion filled his mind as he was hit, stumbling backward as another hit him, his consciousness quickly receding as the blackness set in. His last thought was that he had just failed as the ambassador of the Auggers.
And then there was blackness.
RSS Feed