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The Misfits of Dametreos IIChapter 11: Return Of The King Of The Three Daggers
The two Wolfpack elite were racing through the forest as fast as a horse on an open plain.
“Do you think we will make it in time?” Graygon asked Willem as he jumped ahead.
“I hope so, I really do.” Willem responded.
The two had dropped all their gear besides weapons and a bit of food and water. They pushed their bodies beyond limits they had never seen, and kept going. Just then Willem stopped dead in his tracks. He held his had to silence Graygon before he said anything. Graygon sat and listened for what Willem had heard first. It took only a brief moment, it was a Forestmen scouting party from the sounds of it. The two slowly crept upon the small camp.
“Not more than six as far as I can tell…” Willem whispered to Graygon.
“We are allies with them, why don't we just approach them?” Graygon asked quietly.
“We could, but with all that is wrong lately I am afraid it might be a bit more trouble than it could be worth.” Willem responded.
Before they could advance any further there was a noise for behind, as they turned and drew their weapons they found themselves slightly outnumbered. The two rose and were brought to the camp.
“Well, it looks like we will be chatting after all.” Graygon said.
Willem just smirked at him.
“By the stars, is that you Willem? And you too Graygon? Word has it the two of you are dead.” a man responded. It was Bjarn’s cousin, Isaac.
“It is great to see a familiar face around here.” Willem said, “What is going on?”
“It is a long story, and since your demise is false, we should be able to right things around here now.” Isaac responded, “And what news of my cousin?”
“He is well, he should be catching up to use eventually. He knew the two of us would be much faster getting here without him.” Willem said.
“If we hurry we can make it to Dark Forest and try to settle things before they get out of hand.” Isaac said.
“Also Bjarn should be able to catch up to us in the process.” Graygon added.
“Start packing boys, we have a bit of hope now.” Isaac yelled.
The camp was packed quickly, Willem and Graygon rested until it was time to depart and Isaac filled the two in on what had happened since they were gone. Graygon started to wonder how the Wolfpack have been doing since their departure.
The scouting party and two misfits made good time around Hemlock, the trees aided them well, and their experience in the woods allowed them to move fast.
“We are making good time, but I hope it is fast enough to get to the Wolfpack before Defoe causes anymore damage.” Willem said.
“We will, I would not worry about that, Defoe had to regroup before he can attack again.” Isaac said.
The group moved quickly with little talk to avoid anyone discovering their movement.
“We should be upon Defoe just before dawn. He is going to be quite surprised to see you Willem.” Isaac said.
“And I have a bit of a surprise for him.” Willem said with a bit of a smile.
As the group was coming over a large hill they were able to see the Wolfpack army that Defoe had gathered.
“Sir, it looks as if we are being followed.” one of the scouts shouted to the front of the group.
“I will worry about that later, Defoe is going to be dealt with first.” Willem said.
There is so much anger in his voice, I have never seen him like this before. Graygon thought.
Isaac ordered a small number of scouts to greet the advancing men while the rest headed down to the Wolfpack encampment. As the group began entering the camp led by Willem they were greeted by four Wolfpack guards who instantly stood in shock at the sight of Willem. Willem addressed them and brushed right past him to stand right before the camp.
“Defoe, you coward, show yourself and prepare to be dealt with. Your unjust rule in my absence is over.” Willem shouted.
“You fool! Defoe’s not here, you best-lock! Fatal mistake!” a captain called out to Willem.
Willem grinned as the captain charged towards him, pulling out a crossbow. Willem’s double knives flew straight through the air, landing with a thud into the idiot's skull. As he had alerted the whole encampment, the battalion of Wolfpack men all raised their weapons.
Over the hill came a storm of arrows, and two horsemen, one a Forestman Ranger, the other a Crusader mercenary, galloped on horseback over the knoll. Behind them charged a company of rangers, and after a volley of arrows, all threw down their bows and unsheathed their deadly curved blades, sliding down the steep hillside into the Wolfpack men stranded in the basin.
Willem and Graygon took their chance and darted off just in time to miss a salvo of oncoming crossbow bolts, taking cover behind a tree.
“Sir, must’ve been a smaller redoubt. I doubt Defoe would be way out in this backwater place.”
“Aye, he’s probably in Daggerfall Spire,” Willem said. “The crown castle of Wolfpack lands…”
“But that would be…”
“Overseas.”
A Wolfpack warrior fell in death next to Graygon, who turned to loose three arrows into the mass of clashing troops.
“We have no allegiances here,” noted Willem, “Neither Radjar nor our own men will help us.”
The band of Forestmen rangers were cutting through the tide of unending enemies, the men on horseback killing off the bulk of the forces. Soon the battle had ended, but a small clash.
“Ah, look what we’ve found!” cried the Crusader. “Look Fraun, if it is the Crown Jewel and his lapdog!”
Willem and Graygon sneered as Fraun and Trevelayn took them to Hemlock were Isaac and his men were already getting their rest. Radjar was talking to Isaac when Fraun and Trevelayn entered with Willem and Graygon.
“Hello there, Willem. I hope this is of no inconvenience to you.” Radjar said.
“No.” fumed Willem. “But I would like an explanation as to why my men attacked me.
“I thought you would have already known my friend. Defoe has turned them against you, and now seeks to destroy you and myself.”
“Their must be some Wolfpack loyal to me.” said Willem.
“Of course there are. And we must see to it that you find those men loyal to you and destroy Defoe before he does you.”
“I can’t do it myself.”
“Of course you can’t. Mine and my men’s lives are at your disposal.” said Fraun.
“And mine as well.” said Isaac.
“Well.” said Radjar. “If you are leaving in the morning let us have a feast and rejoice. For Willem will be returned to his throne and the Wolfpack and Dark Forest will maybe live in peace for once.”
“Indeed that would be nice.” said Willem. So they went to eat and drink.
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