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| “My Lord, the villagers of Chorok were all killed’. Dennizon slowly looked up to the knight. In the past two weeks he was getting accustomed to these bad tidings. Many people who in the beginning sought protection in the library decided to return to their lands. Especially farmers who , although their homes and farms were gone, wanted to work the fields. Although their bravery and commitment to feed the republic was commendable, it gave the forces of Diablo a field day as there were to few knights to protect all and the villagers could not defend themselves properly in the open field. “Thank you Tomomot” Dennizon replied. He looked at the knight and was not pleased what he saw. The face of the Council Guard betrayed the lack of sleep and the once shining armour was now covered with dirt and on several places betrayed the battles fought in the last weeks. Tomomot saw his councillor look at him and forced himself to stand up straight. Dennizon smiled. “Noble knight, you and your fellow knights are doing almost the impossible. I have seen a bravery and bond in the republic I have never seen before and you my friend and your fellow Guards have been instrumental in holding the Republic together in these bad times.”. Tomomot looked at Dennizon and nodded lightly. “Thank you my Lord, however I do not only speak for myself when I say that we reach a breaking point soon. We will fight for the Republic to the end. Not only Councilguard but all people but the forces of evil grew by the hour and soon we have no strength left to fight them off”. Dennizon knew he was right. Even after intensive research the last weeks it was not clear what remedy they could use to bring their homes back and some even doubted if such a feat was even possible. To counter the spell ,Albertus and Ghostkillah worked almost day and night but to no avail yet. “My friend try to get some rest I will address the guard soon”. Tomomot left the chambers of Dennizon and the councillor was alone again. On the table before him lied maps, books and documents. Suddenly Dennizon swept all documents and books from the table on the ground in one outburst of desperation. He looked up and his face hardened as he thought about Kitana and her mission. It was not even certain she even was alive and if she was wounded or needed help. In any case something must be done quick as Dennizon realised that the empty land of the Republic slowely but steadily emptied the souls of the inhabitants also. Paragraph 14. The death of Kitana “I
have a fever’ Kitana thought as a shiver ran trough her body. Beside
the road she had made camp and tried to lighten a fire but the wood
was too wet and after a few tries she abandoned the hope she could
warm herself tonight. Her mount looked at her and she understood the
desperate look in his eyes all too well. She was tired and only her
will had brought her this far. She carried the weight of a whole republic
on her shoulders and could not fail. However this night she was afraid
for the first time. Not for her live but for not finding the great
sorcerer and failing her quest. However, she felt her strength leave
her. Another shiver ran through her body and the wound in her leg
seemed to be on fire. “ I must sleep” She thought and lied herself
on the ground. And while it started to rain again Kitana fell asleep
on the wet and cold , dirty ground. Paragraph 15. The turning point Two
riders rode through the a dense wood to the west. After days of rain
the sun finaly began to shine and fog was forming as the warmth of
the sun shined on the wet ground. Ten days ago , both man heard of
the great problems of their homeland and had abandoned their quest
to offer assistance. On the way home they heard of Kitana’s quest
from a refugee and decided immediately to ride west in the hope they
could catch up with her. “ My friend, we have to ride harder. I somehow
feel that we are needed” Lord Mystic spoke. “Yes but I can tell you
my mount is near the end of her strength we cannot push her any further”
Lord Jurek replied. Lord Mystic looked at the mount of his friend
and realised he spoke the truth. He realised his own horse’s condition
was not better. As both riders passed a ruin at the side of the road,
Lord Mystic thought back to great Kingdom that once was here. Once
he travelled with Albertus on this same road to visit the queen of
this kingdom as representatives of the Republic. He remembered the
happy people beside the road waving at them and the proud knights
that welcomed them to this Kingdom. However now only ruins remembered
that once people lived here.
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