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12
Guild of Glory















Six men waited in the cramped hallway of the Goevern House, as Titus Tolshem sat inside the dining room enjoying his meal and discussing the situation of great distress to his old friends. His old friend though had now become leaders of the Shadow People in Lythian. If he used the right words and was as good at persuading as he had led his men to believe, then he would hopefully be able to convince the men to send reinforcement.
The door suddenly opened, and heavily robed men with beards as white as snow protruded forth into the hall.
“Well?” Brandon inquired.
“Well what?” Titus replied.
“Well, do we Lythian’s support?”
“Unfortunately not.” Titus brightened. “But we the Shadowhand’s help!”
“The entire council?”
“Yes.”
“Then what is our next plan of action?”
“Returning to Grithendale to report that our journey was a success.”
Titus turned to the Shadowman standing behind him.
“Thank you, Beighlone for you support.”
“Safe travels on your way home.”

* * *

Back in the headquarters of the Guild of Glory—as it had been properly renamed since it seemed peace was completely out of the picture—was in complete chaos as every member rushed around to gather his belongings. Outside a dozen men were saddling horses and loading up wagons. Jonathan was running about the place making sure that all men were doing as they were assigned.
“Jon!” Jeffery called from the bottom of the stairs.
“What is it?”
“Guards are outside the fortress inspecting our men and asking them about this organization. What should be done?”
“Keep moving about your business. Don’t act differently or they’ll begin to get suspicious.”
“Yes sir.”
Everything was wrapping itself up inside the unknown fortress, with only a few crates here and there. Jonathan walked out with his top men and climbed onto their mounts.
“One last check to make sure all are out of the building and with us.”
“None left sir; they’re all behind you awaiting your command.”
“We ride like hell.”
He kicked his horse into a gallop and a dozen covered wagons and roughly thirty men on horseback went charging down Main Street. The guards quickly mounted and followed them, for they were clearly breaking the law by such a reckless act of behavior.
“Stop! In the name of the law!”
“There is no law; just blatant accusations,” Jonathan muttered under his breath. “Ride hard men! Ride hard and don’t look back!”
They burst through the main gate, as people dove aside and cried obscenities towards their backs. Haman and Zao put up a wall of fire to block in the guards at the gate, and from there the men were free to the plains of the Southern Territory; was known the southern border of Mondea.
“Well Jonathan,” Eric said riding up to his side as he chuckled. “That was one hell of a ride, I must say. I wasn’t expecting this sudden measure of action. What is to happen next?”
“I will send word to Gnomelandae to prepare their troops. Gnomelandae will send word to Langston informing them to prepare their troops, I will inform King Boaz to prepare his troops, and we will ride to Dargon.”
“We’re going to attack Lepenon? So soon?”
Jonathan frowned.
“Well…yes. Yes we are. We’re ready.”
“Are we?”
“I’m the captain here Eric, not you.”
Eric’s eyes quickly shifted to the ground in shame.
“I’m sorry…m’lord.”
Jonathan sighed, having so much weight on his shoulders, it was hard not to take it on people; even if they were his dearest friends.
“I’m sorry Eric; I was out of line.”
Eric’s gaze fixed eyes with Jonathan’s, and he could see them soften.
“It’s quite alright,” he answered as a slight smile fell about his face, and the elf-like twinkle that was constant in his stare returned. “Quite alright.”
The sprint had slowed to a trot, which had then slowed to a calm pace. Jonathan had spoken with Thomas to see how fast they need to go to return to Grithendale within a week’s time. They were walking that pace now.



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The following comments are for "The Calling: Book 3: Chapter 12"
by ArturHawking

Here ends...
And so, here ends my second draft of this fantasy epic, where i abruptly stopped, looked over what i had and sadly tossed it. Only to start on the new draft! The prologue will be up shortly, and it will have all of the same characters, cities and whatnot, just a different plot. Well i shouldn't say different plot, i guess it would be a plot in general since the second draft was really lacking one.

( Posted by: ArturHawking [Member] On: September 19, 2005 )





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