Post by Isen Ehtar on Feb 10, 2009 11:31:39 GMT -5
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This was meant to be an easy journey. A tenday's ride east of the Black Gate, five days exploring the area, possible negotiations if any peoples were discovered, then the ride home.Given my new status of King I even decided to bring two of the Mittelmarch Guard with me. I suppose it was nice to have their company, but still...more lives on my hands.
The journey to the Black Gate was normal, uneventful. Just past the Gate we began to notice that the farmers and other inhabitants of the area stopped looking to me in awe and reverence, they also grew in number. It did not take long to discover the duchy they called Beckenham.
The Lord of this land was one of the kinder I have met in these lands east of the Gate. Most wish only to be left alone by the cities and kingdoms to the west. After many nights of swapping tales, enjoying more than one game of chess, and more serious talks to treaties and possible aid against the Jovians, this Lord decided to send what aid he could spare to us. His most trusted squire Cameryn and a group of other soldiers to help in whatever fight might come. As far as I know Cameryn was given the option to stay as long as he desired.
Looking back I should have stayed, should have taken them all with me, or at least kept the escort on the trip home. Damn my restless nature! Its all behind me though, I must look to the future. To my escape.
Knowing the guards would never allow me to go out on my own I left early one morning. I traveled a few days north, the solitude was a welcome change. I'm not much cut out for these politics. I hope Sir Nichtmar takes the throne if I perish here. I can think of none better to serve this Land. I then began my journey home. As I passed the Black Gate something began to seem off. Solitude at night did not feel pure. Sleep did not come nearly as easily as it had the rest of this journey. I now know why.
I was merely a days ride from being in sight of the walls of Mittelmarch when it happened. They descended on me from everywhere. Drawing my sword I struck the nearest one, striking only air. I was so stupid. I would have heard that many men. Illusions, I should have seen right through them. I had no time to recover from my foolish mistake before I was struck from behind. Only the dark abyss was there to great me.
He reeks of evil, this R'tir, my tormentor. Hours of torture have no doubt left me disfigured. He claims Mittlemarch has fallen to his Emperor's armies. I will not believe him. Our allies would have been many, our spirits unbreakable. I can only hope that Cameryn and his men made it to the city and that Baethor and Nichtmar found the letters describing where I had planned to go. This R'tir has told me he has them. He delights in my pain more than any man I have ever met. I try to give him nothing though I'm sure I at least give him some pleasure. I only hope I can somehow get out, or be found, even if I die long before I am found, as long as they know I did not abandon them...
This was meant to be an easy journey. A tenday's ride east of the Black Gate, five days exploring the area, possible negotiations if any peoples were discovered, then the ride home.Given my new status of King I even decided to bring two of the Mittelmarch Guard with me. I suppose it was nice to have their company, but still...more lives on my hands.
The journey to the Black Gate was normal, uneventful. Just past the Gate we began to notice that the farmers and other inhabitants of the area stopped looking to me in awe and reverence, they also grew in number. It did not take long to discover the duchy they called Beckenham.
The Lord of this land was one of the kinder I have met in these lands east of the Gate. Most wish only to be left alone by the cities and kingdoms to the west. After many nights of swapping tales, enjoying more than one game of chess, and more serious talks to treaties and possible aid against the Jovians, this Lord decided to send what aid he could spare to us. His most trusted squire Cameryn and a group of other soldiers to help in whatever fight might come. As far as I know Cameryn was given the option to stay as long as he desired.
Looking back I should have stayed, should have taken them all with me, or at least kept the escort on the trip home. Damn my restless nature! Its all behind me though, I must look to the future. To my escape.
Knowing the guards would never allow me to go out on my own I left early one morning. I traveled a few days north, the solitude was a welcome change. I'm not much cut out for these politics. I hope Sir Nichtmar takes the throne if I perish here. I can think of none better to serve this Land. I then began my journey home. As I passed the Black Gate something began to seem off. Solitude at night did not feel pure. Sleep did not come nearly as easily as it had the rest of this journey. I now know why.
I was merely a days ride from being in sight of the walls of Mittelmarch when it happened. They descended on me from everywhere. Drawing my sword I struck the nearest one, striking only air. I was so stupid. I would have heard that many men. Illusions, I should have seen right through them. I had no time to recover from my foolish mistake before I was struck from behind. Only the dark abyss was there to great me.
He reeks of evil, this R'tir, my tormentor. Hours of torture have no doubt left me disfigured. He claims Mittlemarch has fallen to his Emperor's armies. I will not believe him. Our allies would have been many, our spirits unbreakable. I can only hope that Cameryn and his men made it to the city and that Baethor and Nichtmar found the letters describing where I had planned to go. This R'tir has told me he has them. He delights in my pain more than any man I have ever met. I try to give him nothing though I'm sure I at least give him some pleasure. I only hope I can somehow get out, or be found, even if I die long before I am found, as long as they know I did not abandon them...