At this same moment in time a petulant and somewhat moronic child of a man sought to assert himself in his new office. “serf” Shouted King Bolvodose”remove these chairs from the council chamber. All shall stand in the presence of I, and Bring hither my advisers that I may have a word with them” A line of men walked prominently into the room two of large stature with satin sashes of blue and red wrapped round their golden and elaborately embroiled waistcoats, and a smaller man of indeterminate age wearing a green robe, also embroiled in gold but in a more understated manor.”My Liege” the shorter man said to the king. “How can we be of service”. The king stared at him then replied. “That is the question I have asked myself all day”said Bolvodose. “Constantly I ask myself what does a man such as I, A man of intellect, of wisdom, a man of military intuition, possibly need with a bunch of cantankerous old fools such as yourself”. One of the taller Men becoming angry answered the king. “Sire we have fought many battles along side your farther and won many victories, we are also versed in the ways of politics something you clearly are not or you would not have deprived the noblemen of the lands promised to them by your farther, the very noblemen who’s support you will need to dispatch the Careighnian threat”. The King stamped his feet “Enough he said the Careighnian dare not invade us. “Sire they see your kindness to the Cudorian refugees as an act of war”. “Tish” said the king. “such nonsense I have never heard in all my years, consider your services rendered, I need not your advice or your support, and heed this warning you ever raise your tone to me in this council chamber again I shall have your snake like tongue cut out. Leave!” The king retired to the comfort of his throne room, while the advisers flounced out of the room, shaking their heads in protest.
“My son” said an elderly women to Bolvodose. “Mother” he replied lovingly. “My son I have just met with your advisers they seemed most displeased.“Mother they constantly undermine me everything I do, They tell me I should not do. They tell me I should give away a third of my lands to the noblemen because they served my farther well. But do they serve me well?. No they discredit me with their laughter and their mockery” the king thundered whilst kicking a stool out of his way. “Peace my son. Your advisers will learn to respect you and be loyal too, if you but show them that you are worthy of their loyalty, these things take time my son. Give them another chance they may serve you yet”. At that moment a messenger came forward to the king “what now” said the king. “Sire news from the western frontier”. “What of it” replied the king. “The Careighnian my King they mobilize their army”. “Call your advisors Bolvodose” said the mother. “No I shall deal with this myself mother. Messenger send word to the dukes of Esitingrove and Tzarauel ask them for their support, Tell them their armies are to join mine in Hazzleme're in three moons. Go Now!”
The Careighnians rode furiously through the valleys of the mountainous landscape stopping only for water and sustenance. The skies were growing dark and the sound of a hundred thousand hooves threatened the skies and challenged even Thor himself to throw down his thunderous barbs. The soldiers were clad in a browny gray fabric with elongated sleeves and shimmering, but rusty Armour, swords and arrows adorned the hides of their horses and along their sides spears and bows were secured. The heavens opened and a torrent fell upon the soldiers. “Khan the horses are startled and the men are weary”.said the lieutenant. The khan stopped to consider. “very well” said the khan “we've come as far as were going to get tonight. We will make camp under the shelter of the mountains up yonder. Let the men make merry tonight I want them in high spirits, when we meet our enemy. Let the bard regail us once more with his infuriating tunes, but see to it the soldiers are bedded early and without having drunk”. “Yes Sire” said the lieutenant.
The Shah-man now on a perilous mountain pass that could only be surmounted by foot, followed a strange looking long haired rat with black markings around his white face and blood red eyes, On following him some distance he began to lead The Shah-man to the small mountain town of Carthagaras . He stopped as he reached the walled town, and then sneakily and making sure no one was looking, he took out his precious vessel and rubbed it vigorously a green mist ascended into the air surrounding the vessel and formed a vivid sketch of the dead queens face. “What is your command” said the queen in a unforgiving tone”. The Shah-man looked at her greedily and hesitated, At that moment a rat ran past and screeched directly at the shah-man threateningly. The Shah-man shuddered. “It is not for me to dictate” Said the Shah-man whispering .” I invoke you under instruction only for I fear to look on you in this sorrowful state. I have been instructed to bury your vessel under the ground. Their you will lay until such time that someone finds you. If this happens you may grant that person three wishes. Listen carefully you must see to it that the new owner of your vessel is kept safe. Guard over them, make sure they choose their wishes well and when the three wishes our spent you will leave this purgatory and your soul shall be free my love. The image looked at him contemptuously. “My love” she mocked “you have betrayed me, You have had me crushed as a traitor and reduced me from a Queen to a mere servant to which ever rogue shall stumble upon this prison in which I now reside”. “You Knew the rules” said the shah-man becoming irritated. “For every gift ,bestowed on you by the spirit you must pay a price. One day one will come who can free you from this vessel I have no doubt, and when that time comes we can roam the world as free spirits, we will reside in the beauty of nature and cast aside this tormented present for a millennium in blissful unity, The Shah-man leaned over to kiss the image but the image dispersed as if in protest . “Fare thee well good queen”. He whispered to himself and with that he pushed the vessel down a rat hole and covered it with a large rock he kissed his two middle fingers and laid his kiss on the rock. The rat stared up at him and gave a nod, The Shah-man returned the nod and continued on his lonely journey.
episode 2
At this same moment in time a petulant and somewhat moronic child of a man sought to assert himself in his new office. “serf” Shouted King Bolvodose”remove these chairs from the council chamber. All shall stand in the presence of I, and Bring hither my advisers that I may have a word with them” A line of men walked prominently into the room two of large stature with satin sashes of blue and red wrapped round their golden and elaborately embroiled waistcoats, and a smaller man of indeterminate age wearing a green robe, also embroiled in gold but in a more understated manor.”My Liege” the shorter man said to the king. “How can we be of service”. The king stared at him then replied. “That is the question I have asked myself all day”said Bolvodose. “Constantly I ask myself what does a man such as I, A man of intellect, of wisdom, a man of military intuition, possibly need with a bunch of cantankerous old fools such as yourself”. One of the taller Men becoming angry answered the king. “Sire we have fought many battles along side your farther and won many victories, we are also versed in the ways of politics something you clearly are not or you would not have deprived the noblemen of the lands promised to them by your farther, the very noblemen who’s support you will need to dispatch the Careighnian threat”. The King stamped his feet “Enough he said the Careighnian dare not invade us. “Sire they see your kindness to the Cudorian refugees as an act of war”. “Tish” said the king. “such nonsense I have never heard in all my years, consider your services rendered, I need not your advice or your support, and heed this warning you ever raise your tone to me in this council chamber again I shall have your snake like tongue cut out. Leave!” The king retired to the comfort of his throne room, while the advisers flounced out of the room, shaking their heads in protest.
“My son” said an elderly women to Bolvodose. “Mother” he replied lovingly. “My son I have just met with your advisers they seemed most displeased.“Mother they constantly undermine me everything I do, They tell me I should not do. They tell me I should give away a third of my lands to the noblemen because they served my farther well. But do they serve me well?. No they discredit me with their laughter and their mockery” the king thundered whilst kicking a stool out of his way. “Peace my son. Your advisers will learn to respect you and be loyal too, if you but show them that you are worthy of their loyalty, these things take time my son. Give them another chance they may serve you yet”. At that moment a messenger came forward to the king “what now” said the king. “Sire news from the western frontier”. “What of it” replied the king. “The Careighnian my King they mobilize their army”. “Call your advisors Bolvodose” said the mother. “No I shall deal with this myself mother. Messenger send word to the dukes of Esitingrove and Tzarauel ask them for their support, Tell them their armies are to join mine in Hazzleme're in three moons. Go Now!”
The Careighnians rode furiously through the valleys of the mountainous landscape stopping only for water and sustenance. The skies were growing dark and the sound of a hundred thousand hooves threatened the skies and challenged even Thor himself to throw down his thunderous barbs. The soldiers were clad in a browny gray fabric with elongated sleeves and shimmering, but rusty Armour, swords and arrows adorned the hides of their horses and along their sides spears and bows were secured. The heavens opened and a torrent fell upon the soldiers. “Khan the horses are startled and the men
are weary”.said the lieutenant. The khan stopped to consider. “very well” said the khan “we've come as far as were going to get tonight. We will make camp under the shelter of the mountains up yonder. Let the men make merry tonight I want them in high spirits, when we meet our enemy. Let the bard regail us once more with his infuriating tunes, but see to it the soldiers are bedded early and without having drunk”. “Yes Sire” said the lieutenant.
The Shah-man now on a perilous mountain pass that could only be surmounted by foot, followed a strange looking long haired rat with black markings around his white face and blood red eyes, On following him some distance he began to lead The Shah-man to the small mountain town of Carthagaras . He stopped as he reached the walled town, and then sneakily and making sure no one was looking, he took out his precious vessel and rubbed it vigorously a green mist ascended into the air surrounding the vessel and formed a vivid sketch of the dead queens face. “What is your command” said the queen in a unforgiving tone”. The Shah-man looked at her greedily and hesitated, At that moment a rat ran past and screeched directly at the shah-man threateningly. The Shah-man shuddered. “It is not for me to dictate” Said the Shah-man whispering .” I invoke you under instruction only for I fear to look on you in this sorrowful state. I have been instructed to bury your vessel under the ground. Their you will lay until such time that someone finds you. If this happens you may grant that person three wishes. Listen carefully you must see to it that the new owner of your vessel is kept safe. Guard over them, make sure they choose their wishes well and when the three wishes our spent you will leave this purgatory and your soul shall be free my love. The image looked at him contemptuously. “My love” she mocked “you have betrayed me, You have had me crushed as a traitor and reduced me from a Queen to a mere servant to which ever rogue shall stumble upon this prison in which I now reside”. “You Knew the rules” said the shah-man becoming irritated. “For every gift ,bestowed on you by the spirit you must pay a price. One day one will come who can free you from this vessel I have no doubt, and when that time comes we can roam the world as free spirits, we will reside in the beauty of nature and cast aside this tormented present for a millennium in blissful unity, The Shah-man leaned over to kiss the image but the image dispersed as if in protest . “Fare thee well good queen”. He whispered to himself and with that he pushed the vessel down a rat hole and covered it with a large rock he kissed his two middle fingers and laid his kiss on the rock. The rat stared up at him and gave a nod, The Shah-man returned the nod and continued on his lonely journey.