All hells dissipates outside the first fortress they built above one of the islands carried by the southern country, leaving the foes caught without option but to await their own destruction.
The fire within the royal sconces were brighter, the smell of blood was creeping up the shores, and many are the charred and smoking corpses left in their own abyssal wake. The scores of air never radiates heat even alongside the shouts of men commanding the soldiers to hurry. Bells ringing when the Galley Ships that is used for trade and less of warfare comes near; It was too old for being able to deploy for an attack, now their purpose is to vacillate the construction sources for the first fortress further south of the World Shores.
They were ordered by the hand to finish the fortress' construction before the flames of Aluthea's blood goes warmer, or else the front fighters of Nalifera's borders will be caught on fire [https://img.wattpad.com/187be834c3e7642234a8cff233e1c476c734853f/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7a3248535a34784a374f515949673d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396131333335353265313762663139323136313731303737382e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
They were ordered by the hand to finish the fortress' construction before the flames of Aluthea's blood goes warmer, or else the front fighters of Nalifera's borders will be caught on fire.
Jarvis: A successful defense eh? That was not even a challenge for us. We shut down three of them and pierced a few dragons I think...Well, that is enough.
Sir Akali: Yes, a good shot by our men my lord. The King would be proud of our work.
Jarvis: Who the hell would order to patrol the islands we first claimed? Only a crazy leader could think of that.
Sir Akali: The three dragons with their mount got done by our field artillery, how about the others who escaped?
Jarvis: Let the defectors tell their people that we are the only on who owns the World Shore, by the name of King Webster and all classes of Nalifera's Leagues.
The Chief of the Archers uttered a possible outcome, an obvious thought for a soldier to put a peace between the incoming terror.
Sir Akali: Well then... the history between the feud will set up another war my lord, few of our men will surely be taken again.
Jarvis: Don't you worry Akali, it can turn another way around.
The High officer smirked whilst Akali keened to please. The two were ordained to keep a smile in front of him. The Male Baron of the King Klanel beside Luada and Akali, they're sipping the wine of victory within his bronze goblet while watching the dead dragons being dragged with chains by his soldiers. A raging tempest swarmed the dusk, it was cold and this one was mere deceptive. He heard a bolt of feet, it was his maid going for the castle to take a thing or do her own job, a care of the kitchens.
Jarvis: Oh! What is our next business Luada? Are you tired of our little celebration?
Luada: I must cook food...my lord. It is near time for our night supper.
She released a step towards where he stood, the low stare below the brows was intimidating that she followed the tracks of the hollow clouds and told a sequence in a fast wise way, or she might get punished.
Luada: I apologize my Lord, for I must follow you.
Jarvis: I'm glad you remember my instructions darling, you should be glad that I am on my mood tonight. Go, do your job.
He lowered the glass from his lips and made it in front of Luada, near her face, the baron of the King wanted more fruity red liquid on his mouth [https://img.wattpad.com/3edd52d9f2c707fa393c1ca4531a672651120ba1/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6f75734e416e3471764b636442513d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396131656230356538623435353235333533343238393438372e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He lowered the glass from his lips and made it in front of Luada, near her face, the baron of the King wanted more fruity red liquid on his mouth. Jarvis does not like the taste of a person who owe him of their absence, he claims their trust so neither they will take it back from him. The lady of his own managed to get free from his little shackles and head towards the kitchen to do her job without any second thought. An aftershock they might seem to feel when the patrol ships are arriving, his wine nearly spilled. The patrol ships are as half massive of a mountain as though they were looking at one of a menacing shadow of the deadly one. The massive obtuse keels battering the port's rocks stopping them, and releasing the bridge panel above the arrow ports for the armored patrol battalion to step ashore.
The massive obtuse keels battering the port's rocks stopping them, and releasing the bridge panel above the arrow ports for the armored patrol battalion to step ashore [https://img.wattpad.com/4b07f87d098a9c48cb037985b028ad6a74bbfa13/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f644565574e765f543868693348673d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396131346138343537663334343733323838313636373139302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The cape went flying when the horde was coming forth, looking at him; lifting the metal weapons high above to show the man respect. He saw them going out of the unwelcoming breeze like the convicts of the sea, but the Baron of the King noticed, there is not even a single guard coming up to him for vigilant reports.
Everything is fairly safe, he thought.
Jarvis of the Gloregon sipped through another and asked Akali about the message he demands for long.
Jarvis: Gregory made me the first to fly home so that is why I am late about the news. Lady Ravina told me a scroll from the spiders was handed to you, what does that say?
The Chief of the Arrows was stunned to know that he might have forgotten the note, he searched from his metal pockets by the armor's faulds and in the sink of his heavy silver vambrace. Folded but crumpled, barely a stain was spotted from the loose jeweled metal, even the knight said that the note never got down. Distinguished, from his rough hands were the touch of a spider's seal; The Black Spiders of our own, he thought.
They are ordered to be secretive that even the scroll of message, the name of the sender was not allowed to be known; it was hard for the officers to glorify a black spider's work and confusing for who to be executed, limb by limb. The King's message to defend and up rise the kingdom by spreading their power across the sea was a successful execution, and now the little scrutineers had such a word to say. A lick to his fingers and getting in to the first line.
Jarvis: Ahh, I knew this inspector already, just by the writing itself.
'A new heir has reign the Aluthea's first Kingdom by the system of stone voting, the Reviathan. A king not a Stallify of blood but a Venalia of their major clan. Based on what I have heard and observed from the feud on the secret dungeon of Lordaeral, Raven Venalia killed the First King of Stallify together with its wife from House Feriel. It was at our hands to judge and start the appointment to help Reviathan to save themselves.'
~Scrawl of the Black Spiders.'
There he saw a familiar disorganized cursive of the inspector he surely knows. The ink of black script mirrored its pale face and the man's skin unscarred, but an aura of a ruthless handsome being is within the stare of an eye. He chuckled and the smooth polished paper was crumpled in between his fingers, vanishing the letter out of both sights as if the King's opinion was not for any importance to be seen by many. The Chief Archer was in worry and surprise, everything that the intricate color of winter was saying needs to be heard by the most looked up upon; King Webster Klanel, but not for this state.
Sir Akali: But those were our secret intelligence words, we should hand it out to the King my lord.
Jarvis: The King hands the paper to us on the first place, that is how irrelevant is the message was.
Sir Akali: What does it say my lord?
Jarvis: The frail son of the dead is no longer the King of Reviathan. He was replaced by a chairman of a city council and reigned by the use of stone voting. Now I know why it was handed to us, it was that rubbish.
The great man of the archers doubted another fact to try and make Jarvis be cognizant, but the demands of the baron never yield.
Sir Akali: The seal never broke, Lady Ravina affirmed the scroll for us to read the message first. It is for us to decide while he rest that midnight.
Jarvis: Alright, I get it. He wanted the sleepless to come or cause the dispatch delivered, there you have it Akali. As the right hand of the King, I ripped it apart or he will probably burn the paper in front of us.
He bleated and sighed, wishing he never opened the scroll for the time he must have sipped his wine [https://img.wattpad.com/f73cdfa9d014109afc192762e1f28f69e63b9f2b/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f54674375654b5552777573377a773d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396131386638356430633735663132333932393938323632372e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
He bleated and sighed, wishing he never opened the scroll for the time he must have sipped his wine. The storm of many armored allies were settling their tents and bonfire inside and near the in progress limestone walls; the construction was covered with rubbles for the surviving sections of the watchtowers.
From a block of a massive rough surfaced rocks, the giant wings of sacred erected knights are nearly done. Some were passed over for the morrow work, the high ornamental blank stone transcend the dark skies and summoning a shadow in between them. The alpha weapons for whom they call it the prime defensive slayer against the enemies, rusted and fierce but achingly slow to loose the old-time stone bombs from the coil; they call it the Black Snakes. We keep it as it is, they said, the primeval beasts of nautical wartime still roars its shear provenance.
The sands sail its way by the wriggling wind, the screams of waves plummets the shore within the silent sinister night song [https://img.wattpad.com/eb675d2dd445b23777f95642ba49f32097cc0c7a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4d555a6239745a37447649696d513d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396131316533623561333032663139333039363937363133362e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The sands sail its way by the wriggling wind, the screams of waves plummets the shore within the silent sinister night song. Dinner was served by Luada, she was called by the High Lord Jarvis himself to hurry the dinner up to his men.
Grilled Fishes and Bacon Pies were served to the soldiers, fruit for the wealthy ones with grilled pork heavily flavored with fresh herbs. As they dig into the hot and cold feed, the soldiers pray, kneel and feel the essence of their own gifts delivered by their Gods gratified of their work.
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Cherok: Thank the Gods by the grace of battle, not a single soldier perished despite they have the dragons to defeat us.
Jarvis: We have the sorceries to jump beyond their power Cherok, it was the Nalifera's biggest advantage. The swords are useless since they cannot fly, magic can do such impossible things, a little iron cannot.
Sir Akali: Lord Jarvis was right, without the help of the enchanters spells surfing out of their grimoire's...we can never make the ballista's sharp end to pierce the dragon's natural shield.
Cherok: We did helped you for some of it, not only by the wars and stuff that is gone by the time, but also when the king planned a quarter of our army to settle in the world shores. We gathered some relevant clues, you know, we will feast on it later, let us eat first.
The high lord and the chief bitterly gratified one of the soldiers reaction of the lions and creatures within the standoff. Eyes he switched from him then to the plate, nixed the ridicule by shaking his head. The sting of every ballista erected at the boundaries made the dispute quite of an easy task for the fierce red rivalries, intensifying the fire of their confidence to fight another battle with ease. The cries of warriors seems to be like a song within the breeze. They twisted the shield-like chests of the dragons, melting the spear of the bravest spirit flying above, falling like the ashes of burnt flesh.
Luada passed through the tents of men, her dusty cape trailing behind her. She settled at the end of the camp serving the best of meals she could ever pick back and forth the fortress kitchen. The maid brought them salty smoked salmon dripping with saffron sauce, wild mushrooms and chilling berries from the kitchen's mystical frozen pot; submerging any food beneath the blue water bound with its magical preservation, leaving any food chilled to its core forever.
The maid crowed in front of the food being served to the wooden table, with its four legs half submerged to the solid mud.
Luada: Here comes your dinner gentlemen, I hope you all enjoy it.
Lord Jarvis: Come sit with us my lady.
The Baron showed a grin from ear to ear, giving her place in the circles of brave men. The usual culture was to allow the servants eat in their temporary warm stables or at the wooded kitchen that was rocky and uncomfortable, the gift is an opposite. Luada sat down and ate with them, Jarvis gazed in their helmless satisfied faces. They finished the meal with pure intentions of keeping the words aside their mouths. The fragrant silence the dusk has brought to the table shivered the resting intimation for some extent, while the dead continues to crawl up to shores.
They have snarfed down for quite a long time and the bulk of foods that is been shared to nearby men were still not withered. The news of one of the mature and exceedingly well-informed soldier of the camp that is been out to patrol the seas, is been hiding the serve of aid and Lord Jarvis cannot wait for him to let it all out for a fresh idea to bring the battalion.
Lord Jarvis: I vouch for the chatting sir Cherol, before we finish our supper for tonight. Well fought great sir but, we are still hungry for that so called clues that you wanted us to hear.
The songs passed to the rogue knight of the circle. The urbane and polite ones like Frost and Skelid were not questioned within the paramount discussion, and so from the three men with the same notion never received the high lord's order. The chosen one imparted whispering, keep in clenched to the block to fill the void of curiosity.
Cherok: Oh dear, it was really crazy out there. Seeing the dragons fly while we sail peacefully across the islands we own after the Karik has brought down. It is very very painful if you ask me my lord, and guess what...they are all dead after we got here? like what?
Sir Akali: We can bring the Dragons back to life, right my lord?
Lord Jarvis: Yes, I am pretty sure the soldiers are strong enough in numbers to bring the dead dragons back to the surface, then the wizards will use the fragments of life to make it all successful. Let us bring the King that word shall we?
He derided them with words to make the wretched wind of night alight for some time, he carried on to his tales as they grin along the breeze. The dark, rusting heavy chains appear to pass ploddingly in the rough sand stone. Heavy chains of three columns, passing in the free straight path towards the middle of the camp. The last course was interrupted as Lord Jarvis rose from his plank seat and ambled beside the platoon, they followed and so the other warriors too.
Were these the clues? he thought.
Lord Jarvis: Ahh, like what we talked about folks [https://img.wattpad.com/eab1db8fce65fd33c5171766092b63f7a9290745/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f344b4f50567a62416c644a397a773d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396132343162613636636262373633343535383137383233332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Lord Jarvis: Ahh, like what we talked about folks. Our smart men knows how to perceive the forces the realm desires.
He praised the busy field with a whisper, praying to the gods for even more valuable blessing. The failure sheds to nothing yet a small victory is left to ripe the savagely contorted reward, expected the corpse of the fallen spikes of head to peak in the portcullis; and so the gods granted him. Lord Jarvis saw his own reflection on those wide open, red dead eyes, for the dragons see the world of men as a tale of greed. The horns of burnt bronze pointing up to the dark skies, the skin still melts and the poison continues to smell. The outstretched wings were now close folded, like the scroll he closed that never spoke. The scales were as brilliant as stained glass, however, the glass were shattered by the fighters who never fly.
The pile of mind full of avaricious magics wearing black cloaks were standing in front of the wyvern's violet chest, worn from the neck and stretched out to the floor to hide as much of its body as possible. The dark spell casters he saw linking the soul of the dead, spill the reverence from their body to conquer a living divine spirit.
The dark spell casters he saw linking the soul of the dead, spill the reverence from their body to conquer a living divine spirit [https://img.wattpad.com/6a5148cbd3743a82c26976a1fb1e99f2ae3f34d1/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f35696a71375147596931786335773d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396132386132346534626537393233323030393034383334382e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
This was the first dragon, where are the two others?
Jarvis wondered. He scurried in the shadow of the campfire near the unfolded gates, his coat illuminates by the blaze of fires and the kiss of the pallid moonlight. The rubbles roar beneath his feet but he never stumble, he wanted to see more of them. The crows of shining black were behind him, gazing at the massive dragon's head and they never followed his radiating trail towards his admiration to the creature's tail.
While he distinguish the resurrecting corpse using the dark mage's rituals that permeated every element of their life. The soul crawls within the silver illuminating waves from the hiding heart and to their mystical hands; gaining control over time, the heart begins to beat and singing the song of opposite terror to wake the beast up from the temporary slumber.
Suddenly, from a yard or two above the sand there comes a feet surging towards his watch. A quarter armored soldier worn to a frazzle came up to him, with a blade in its hand and a broken chain in the other. The patrol man was out of breath, grey tunic sleeves were torn but for showing his undying valor; the helm was still on his little head.
Undisclosed Soldier: Lord Jarvis! My Lord! We found three dead corpses! They were chained together with steel! They are becoming limp... three men almost bones m'lord! Covered with arrows!
His heart stopped and his trembling feet slowly meandered the spot. Reconciled the idea of ones mind be full of broken pieces, either people can close near to insanity by the large ripples of tide after a great siege. The sunless beam of his mind lit up like a flame, all the smiling void were almost caught on fire. Withered...becoming limp...three men almost bones...the series of mirrored voices rang in his mind. The fact of the matter hit him like a thunder he threw, for which the whining soldier is the black cloud he begins to fear.
Undisclosed Soldier: Look, Look my Lord! Come here! It was from like...like Reviathan's men, the coat of arms were a sea monster!
Keeping the eye of the storm open, he sent forth a message in a fiery shiver, shaking his hands for every word he was spilling. The corpses that has been found was not fresh like any of the other dead female riders which blood never gone putrid, and flesh perceive for it to be still breathing in the realm of the living. Three dead men of Kingdom Reviathan, Lord Jarvis feared as their milky skin alike of a wraith gleamed under the pale sky.
Jarvis: It is never going to be a person like me who knew the cultures of Egareth...see a man within their circle rode a dragon. It is from the either side.
Undisclosed Soldier: Yes! Yes my lord...that means their were dead a long time ago before the siege began.
He hurriedly agreed and leaked a stinging allusion despite the lack of breath. Surrounded by many of the watching blooded allies tired of work, with their other hand trapping their nose, preventing the smell to penetrate within them. He stepped closer to the rotting corpses to get a better look, and he rue the moment he glimpsed the familiar faces. Their skin in the head is as thin as a wet paper, identical short rubbish hair, garments of brown were ripped apart, almost naked and left with just bones from underneath the skin.
Arrows covered their whole wet, decomposing skin.
The man in the middle has its throat fatally slit by a sharp end of dagger or perhaps a sword, its neck still stained with scarlet blood and it was so deep that the bone impales the grizzled stink of flesh [https://img.wattpad.com/b05b9de6e1da24d47ac91880240fb03d5f62c898/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f316f3631684e526b4d67433438513d3d2d313234303230323932342e313730396132623064626330643236303136373535373733373538342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
The man in the middle has its throat fatally slit by a sharp end of dagger or perhaps a sword, its neck still stained with scarlet blood and it was so deep that the bone impales the grizzled stink of flesh. Both eyes were totally missing as if it was snatched whole with a hand, skin frightfully mangled from its withered head to their fragile feet. The man with a butchered neck was completely different between the two.
The dead man on the left has a straight pierce of a sharp weapon onto the heart, seemingly plowing in through the flesh. The fatally torn off legs is what threw off of his balance, a big primal fish has done the imaginable as far as Jarvis can think about. And at the last man on the right which is completely naked, the most gruesome kill he has ever seen; naked, all fingers were cleaved off from his hands, skull be revealed through his decayed head, the rancid brown meat within the right arm were opened in the same way a pig were butchered.
Jarvis' mind has taken a drastic uncanny twirl; in his own eyes, it was curiously recurrent and sickening on how fatal the stab has done to him, as if he was the one who stabbed the pale looking men during a great duel.
Jarvis: Shall we bring them to the crypt or put them back to the sea?
He cautioned himself and the others around him, gathering his thoughts for another try, searching for any ideas from his dying serenity. Petrified gazes and it seems that the other brave men were also having the same feeling of anxiousness. The corpses was in their hands and the calmness of the sea lost its peaceful manners, never forget the smallest dark side of the light. The waves of the ocean graveyard made them lay the grasp upon the dead men of the rivals.
Sir Akali and Luada followed his tracks, the great shock mirrored onto their faces as they see the tortured men be in doze above the raising wet sand. He peeped behind his shoulders to see their faces covered with hands, the smell still penetrates knowing their eyes moves a sudden in a lather.
Jarvis: Stinks, is it? Those are fishermen of Kingdom Reviathan. I was told they were seen afloat in the northern spot of Andanine Island.
Luada: I am sure that the plague doctors can do something to them, they might be carrying diseases. They stink, the people who are involved with this are merciless.
Jarvis: We shall bring them to the crypt for tonight. I do not want anymore people to see them, none shall be scared than those who witnessed it first.
He can never assure the Maid's piece of counsel, but his own thoughts is where he listened the most. Those faces, pale dead faces, unsatisfied by the fiend's choices. The searing smell from every hole, the silence of a dead man's rotting mouth can tell even more stories than those who tells tale. Luada ran off with helping statements, but Akali of the Archers never spoke a single thing.
They both gazed into each other, pairing the soul in both of those eyes were linked with horror for which they see the purest blood come before it gone stale. The memories shall never be heard like the whispers of the endless night skies, which tells wordless mysteries behind the peculiar darkness. Loathsome kills whom he was not be guilty of the bloody canvas, a steel he never held for once he thought it was all an intricate messed up dream, but their words were sealed upon those frantic eyes.
Jarvis had a planned, on so is Akali. The unarmed liege strides near his company, and let the silent mist that was free from other's emotional agitation...and to the King's Baron ears.
Your beloved Kingdom awaits your answers. Was it a ghost or was it Akali, he thought.
The spacious sense of words was a complete void, the songs plays the harmony until he is now comfortable to close his eyes. It was our islands! And again, a shade might be talking to him, but the shivers never stopped him to be aware so he kept listening. Your intentions are fucking absurd! and again, it was now shouting. I don't care if you are a lord or not! Jarvis' eyes never left the peer upon those faces pale as a dirty milk.
Catching his breath in a sudden, raising his eyelids in a hurried shock, his eyes gaping up the blanket of stars within the void of colorless sky. Leaned his head and surrounds the field, he was being watched by the soldiers, Akali, and Luada. Composure kept after the glimpse of nightmare, the harmonic sounds of deathly souls still echoes in his ears, but he do not want them suffer anymore.
Jarvis: Soldiers! Uhm... Fold the dead with thick fabrics, Bring them to the crypts now! Nobody follows except for the Chief Archer and I.