The Misfits of Dametreos II

Chapter 16: Departure And Discovery

       The news arrived quickly of the battle, and as it was delivered you could feel the moral drop in the room.
       “There is no way that you can supply us with troops now.” Willem said. “Graygon and myself will have to go at this on our own, we will find help as we go. The truce between us will be restored once I have Defoe’s head in my hand. Then we can work out our differences.”
       “I cannot allow you to go to your death without any help from me at all. After all if you succeed then that benefits me as well.” Radjar said.
       “How can you spare any men? They are going to be knocking on the door soon, and you need all you can to stop their advancing.” Graygon asked.
       “NO!” yelled Radjar. “You leave our borders and soon enough you will be trophy corpses hanging at the gates of Daggerfall. As of now I have two forces heading deep into Wolfpack lands intending to overstretch the Wolfpack army in order for us to make a proper assault. It will be a long, hard battle...the Wolfpack will put up a fight. Gereld, your plan.”
       Vos stepped up to the table.
       “While our two separate armies stretch out the Wolfpack defenses overland, we will head out to siege the Governor's main stronghold in Siastrahkan. Once that is done, we clean up any other bits of resistance within this continent. Then we head overseas to our territory on the Fell Isle. We attack Daggerfall Spire there...and nab Defoe.”
       Later, after the meeting, Graygon and Willem were scanning the horizon. Seeing nothing of interest Graygon asked, “Why do we wait? This is a Wolfpack problem, and we should take care of it ourselves.”
       “I know, and we should. But we might be hard pressed trying to get to Defoe.” Willem said.
       “Yeah, and if you show up, all the men in his grasp could also turn against him in an instant too.” Graygon said, “All I know is I would rather die taking care of things on our own, then have to depend on outsiders that we can hardly keep a truce with. We can easily make it to our homeland, and we can easily enough make it close to Daggerfall Spire without any trouble. Then all we need to do is find out how strong his grasp is of your men.”
       “If you think it will work, then it will. We will be on our way soon.” Willem said, “Graygon, you find a good cart and two horses that will not be missed. I will get the rest of what we need.”
       With that the two separated and went to gather what they needed. Everyone was too busy to notice Graygon, covered in a long cloak and tending to the horses he was ready for Willem to show up. It wasn't but five minutes and Graygon spotted Willem approaching. He was dressed much the same as Graygon, and was carrying a good size load. As Willem got to the cart and fastened his load, Graygon said, “So out of the frying pan and in to the fire.”
       Willem just made a slight chuckle.
       “Well if we sneak out now we should be able to get by with out much trouble. Everyone seems quite busy at the moment.”
       On that note the two grabbed some mud and tried to make themselves as unappealing as possible. “Dirty up the horses while you are at it Graygon, no sense in letting them look better than us.” Willem said, “As soon as we make it to the nearest dock we can clean up there.”
       With that the two were off, taking a small path south until they got into the cover of darkness, then turning east. Then they were gone, turning their backs on the Fell War.

       Radjar gingerly walked up the stairway into his room, a tower chamber bearing a large window. His room was decorated with relics from the past...his Dragon Master shield, Samurai armor, his gilded kahli. Radjar slipped off his shirt and displayed his sleek and sinewy form, offset by his long, deep red scar. He then set his katana with scabbard on a table, which bore a map of Dark Forest. Radjar yawned and looked at the nearby window. It was midnight, and the moon was coming into place, staring right into Radjar's window. Radjar gazed at the ivory orb floating there. The moon finally rested right in place of Radjar's window, cosmic rays spreading through the room. Radjar felt a sensation all over, and he was engulfed with a blast of shadow magic. When the magic had dissipated, Radjar was on the floor. He slowly got up. It was just the same Radjar- slim yet muscular body, flowing wine-colored hair, deep and narrow hazelnut eyes, a pale face with high cheekbones, and a good sized, pointed nose. Radjar walked over to his mirror and looked in...he was just the normal Radjar. He opened his mouth and shrank back in horror...for where his incisors had been there were now...fangs.

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