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 Post Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:59 pm 
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The sun began to rise to the east. It had been a while since he had traveled this early in the morning.

It had been even longer since he wasn't running from his nightmares.

Mother had brought the sun and the rains to calm his nervous spirit. Still he was restless.

The piece of crumpled paper shook in his tired hand. The invitation to any loyal subjects to travel east with the royal caravan was simple.

The kingdoms agenda though, had intricate depth.

High families and officials from the newly acquired lands had agreed to meet in a neutral holding, holding no allegiance to a kingdom. Their neutrality would serve an excellent crossroads for the planned festival.

The war games, merchants, arts and music, socializing, and any other benefit of a peaceful gathering were sure to embolden those in attendance.

It was meant to serve as a simple reminder that they had become part of something older than the hills. They had joined a family of mythical lore and of valor that inspired song and tale.

Enthralled officials from the local holdings of Storm Grove, brave adventurers from Riverstone and Soul's Crossing, a graceful representative from Western Gate, a pair of wise men from the west; and the sincere hosts from the land known as Mystic Mountains all gathered to receive the dark monarch from the south.

The sacred location had been selected by the ancient shadow. His name had been written in text of occult lore and prophecies. "The Defiler" and "La Sombra" were but a small fraction of the titles he had known in his archaic lifespan. Those who had been visited by this ancient knew him as Sir Nevron Dreadstar.

The dark shade examined the halls and nodded with approval. A handful of royal servants prepared the wooden hall for their kings arrival.

Sutra scanned the hand drawn map he had received days earlier. With a sigh of relief, he folded the worn navigational chart before tucking it away in his leather pouch. He had managed to lead the caravan successfully to their destination.

He had secured another day in the good grace of his king.

Unraveling a simple kingdom banner, the young navigator examined the golden phoenix that seemed to be in perpetual motion, framed by the three emerald peaks on a bright blue backdrop.

It was the banner he swore fielty to almost five years ago.

A beautiful sight indeed, causing his heart to race with courage.

He had been granted permission to serve as a kingdom emissary to the distant lands, a position he eagerly accepted. He would visit the kingdoms newest holding, bringing word of encouragement and gratitude from their newly crowned monarch.

The pale hand gripped the banner and tugged at the fresh material.

Sutra's mind raced with a hint of distrustful panic before realizing the purpose.

The dread knights eyes glinted with purpose older than the hills themselves. Sutra nodded and watched as the banner was carefully placed on a polearm, hoisted and hung on the lone hook swinging in the gentle breeze.

"I've had practice putting these up..." spoke the ancient.

"...but I've taken more of them down..." chuckled Sir Nevron.

Sutra cautiously chuckled with the anti-paladins jest.

The young man was about to request a favor from Torgas, a loyal barbarian from Midnight Sun; when he realized he could see his condensed breath flow from his mouth.

A frigid breeze flowed through the echoing hall. Lit torches erupted into quick fireballs before settling down. It could only mean on thing.

The king had arrived.

Tales had reached the Emerald Hills years ago of the arrival of such an ancient. The scholars referred to the arrival of the dark one as the "Dark Tide".

The prophecy had been delivered by a messenger from the north-west. A dark one who belonged to this obscure trinity.

He was once known as Delphos.

His gift to the humble village he had found almost a lifetime ago was the revelation of "The Dream".

Everything else is history some say.

The newly seated king had controlled the crown in the lands of eternal fire. He had reigned over the cradle of us all.

Now he controlled the crown of the first born kingdom.

Sutra turned and watched in motionless respect as the king entered the hall.

"Sir Trinity..." announced the strong figure known as Baronet Strongdrake.

"Welcome...."

This day would prove worthwhile for all parties involved.

S
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