Meanwhile in a moutain cave overlooking the onslaught a hagred, tatty women dressed in finary that had long since seen its day, summoned her sisters from the chamber besides her. Her dress very much matched the decor of this humble home which could only be described as dilapidated grandeur. Finely woven tapestries hung off the walls with dusty twisted golden candle sticks casting shadows on them and a finely laid yet small table also besprent with dust. To the side of the tapestries was a makeshift book shelf with one book taking President among the other books in a yellowy glass case worn with age, sat prominently a black book entitled the Grimoire La rose noire. “My sisters”she proclaimed. “Long we have waited, and long we have suffered in this gloomy rat infested hole, shunned from civilization. Reduced to dining on crows food our skin withered our clothes torn our bodies crooked and twisted, While those who stole away are beloved amulet mock us with their wealth, their success, their content , this won’t do my sisters, We shall have that amulet back for ourselves, we shall take back our wealth our riches, our clothes, we shall occupy a palace” she laughed. “We shall have men crawling at our feet, begging for our favor. But most importantly I. I mean we shall have power over all mankind this world will be ours for the taking”. “but how” replied the other sister “our powers are gone with that amulet”. “Yester morning I happened upon tracks on the way to cathagaras market place, upon these tracks I got the unmistakable whiff of dragons blood, I followed these tracks and their upon my oaf did I mark an oddity, a wandering man if you will, I followed this man to see his destination and on following him to cathagaras I happened upon this, this which I saw him drop. “A bone” whispered the two other sisters giggling to them self’s, I'm sure for a fair price he shall read his precious bones to one of us, and while he is busy we will steal his dragon blood and thus restore our powers just for a little while at least”.
Back in hazzlemere a drunken king, embellishing on moronic childhood tales with the duke of tzarauel much to the dismay of the older duke of estingrove was at that moment interrupted by a guard who pushed forward a young girl in floods of tears,cradling a small baby. The duke instantly took pity on the girl who looked so much like his young sister. Speak child said the duke softly. “My Lord” she choked “ We have been seeking you for three days now, my mother hath sent us to tell you that the careighnians have made camp on the hill opposing our village. Thousands of solgiers” she spluttered as she tried to hold back the tears. They sent us away to get help. Help us please” she sobbed. Both the duke and the king looked sorrowfully at each other then at the child. “My child” said the king. “You have done a very great deed this night and in turn done us a great service. Your parents would be very proud of you as are we and I wish I could do more but three days have lapsed since they arrived at your village and the population of your village is few. We will ride to intercept the careighnians of course but I am afraid you must brace yourself for the worst your parents probably didn’t survive the attack. I'm so sorry”. Said the king. “child come here” said the duke. “you are brave indeed and have come such a long way and took such care of this infant, and shown such loyalty to your parents and to your king , these are quality's to be admired, especially in one so young. I have recently taken a wife and have often spoken about having children of our own, but god sometimes works in mysterious ways child. Maybe god has a greater plan for us yet, whatever this plan is you and this baby are going to need a home. If you will agree I and my wife will take you and this infant as our wards. I know I can never replace your parents. But part of me cant help but think that perhaps you have been delivered to us this night for a reason.”. The duke stopped. And started to scribble words down on a piece of paper after a good five minutes he looked up, sealed the letter and then handed it to the small child. He then called two of the guards over to him. “Escourt these children to tzarauel safely and you will be greatly rewarded.”he said . Then turning to the child he said give this letter to my wife, she will understand. Be good child, pay heed to my wife and your governess. Be strong all shall be well”. The child nodded her little head.
Back at the careighnian camp, the soldiers had arrived back . “How many” said satune. “twenty six khan , brought back for you as you ordered”. “Have them lined up for my inspection”. The women were herded into a shake y line quivering, some screaming, some sobbing in dispare, all but one,an olive skinned beauty. “You dont fear me women”? The women spat in his face. “Put up a fight did this one” said the lieutenant. “Did she indeed. What is you name Woman”? “Non of your concern” was the reply. “Very well cut off her head”. “No” shouted another women. “I'll tell you her name its Mirriam”. “ISABELLE” Mirriam chastised. “Mirriam”? repeated the Khan. “Well Mirriam I ask you again “Why are you so unafraid”? Mirriam did not reply. The khans face grew grave. “You will answer me women” he said raising his fist. Mirriam answered “That is why I answer you not. You are a coward you send two hundred soldgiers to destroy a village with a population of just sixty , unarmed villagers you have burned alive these women's husbands , their children, destroyed their homes and for what. What could you possibly need with a group of simple peasant women? “You are insolent women! But yet perceptive at the same time. I will answer your question. You ask me what I need with twenty six peasant women. I will tell you . I seek a wife”. “You are desperate then! The great almighty Khan so desperate he would lower himself to the widow's of dead horse dealers. Pathetic!And what do you intend to do with the remaining women?” The Khan laughed. “My men require entertainment” he said in a sinister tone. “You mentioned children” said the khan “and yet you sob not, I take it then you have no children”. “My child is nothing to do with you” said Mirriam. “Ah then she is fled, he then looked at Isabelle. “And yours too I suspect. You are a hansom women Isabelle and your child must be very young” He said looking at the wet patches on her upper half. Where their any complications with the birth ” It was a good birth” answered Isabelle shaking. “Then you may have others”? Isabelle looked confused but answered him meekly “yes”. “She will do” shouted the khan to the lieutenant. “Something tells me you will be somewhat more accommodating then your friend was Isabelle. “Come with me you must eat women”. “yes Khan” mumbled Isabelle. The other women erupted into chants of angry protest at their so called friends treachery. “You will go to hell for this Issabelle” shouted Mirriam. The Khan turned back and stared at Miriam. “This one thinks she's too good for my new queen”. He said. “and thus she must be too good for my men. Chain her to the back of the horses we captured from the valley. This one is to be dragged all the way to Krill. If she survives you may sell her as a slave and keep the money for yourself lieutenant. She Is a pretty girl she will fetch a fair price. And maybe a life in servitude may relieve her of some of her ignorance”.
Episode 4
Meanwhile in a moutain cave overlooking the onslaught a hagred, tatty women dressed in finary that had long since seen its day, summoned her sisters from the chamber besides her. Her dress very much matched the decor of this humble home which could only be described as dilapidated grandeur. Finely woven tapestries hung off the walls with dusty twisted golden candle sticks casting shadows on them and a finely laid yet small table also besprent with dust. To the side of the tapestries was a makeshift book shelf with one book taking President among the other books in a yellowy glass case worn with age, sat prominently a black book entitled the Grimoire La rose noire. “My sisters”she proclaimed. “Long we have waited, and long we have suffered in this gloomy rat infested hole, shunned from civilization. Reduced to dining on crows food our skin withered our clothes torn our bodies crooked and twisted, While those who stole away are beloved amulet mock us with their wealth, their success, their content , this won’t do my sisters, We shall have that amulet back for ourselves, we shall take back our wealth our riches, our clothes, we shall occupy a palace” she laughed. “We shall have men crawling at our feet, begging for our favor. But most importantly I. I mean we shall have power over all mankind this world will be ours for the taking”. “but how” replied the other sister “our powers are gone with that amulet”. “Yester morning I happened upon tracks on the way to cathagaras market place, upon these tracks I got the unmistakable whiff of dragons blood, I followed these tracks and their upon my oaf did I mark an oddity, a wandering man if you will, I followed this man to see his destination and on following him to cathagaras I happened upon this, this which I saw him drop. “A bone” whispered the two other sisters giggling to them self’s, I'm sure for a fair price he shall read his precious bones to one of us, and while he is busy we will steal his dragon blood and thus restore our powers just for a little while at least”.
Back in hazzlemere a drunken king, embellishing on moronic childhood tales with the duke of tzarauel much to the dismay of the older duke of estingrove was at that moment interrupted by a guard who pushed forward a young girl in floods of tears,cradling a small baby. The duke instantly took pity on the girl who looked so much like his young sister. Speak child said the duke softly. “My Lord” she choked “ We have been seeking you for three days now, my mother hath sent us to tell you that the careighnians have made camp on the hill opposing our village. Thousands of solgiers” she spluttered as she tried to hold back the tears. They sent us away to get help. Help us please” she sobbed. Both the duke and the king looked sorrowfully at each other then at the child. “My child” said the king. “You have done a very great deed this night and in turn done us a great service. Your parents would be very proud of you as are we and I wish I could do more but three days have lapsed since they arrived at your village and the population of your village is few. We will ride to intercept the careighnians of course but I am afraid you must brace yourself for the worst your parents probably didn’t survive the attack. I'm so sorry”. Said the king. “child come here” said the duke. “you are brave indeed and have come such a long way and took such care of this infant, and shown such loyalty to your parents and to your king , these are quality's to be admired, especially in one so young. I have recently taken a wife and have often spoken about having children of our own, but god sometimes works in mysterious ways child. Maybe god has a greater plan for us yet, whatever this plan is you and this baby are going to need a home. If you will agree I and my wife will take you and this infant as our wards. I know I can never replace your parents. But part of me cant help but think that perhaps you have been delivered to us this night for a reason.”. The duke stopped. And started to scribble words down on a piece of paper after a good five minutes he looked up, sealed the letter and then handed it to the small child. He then called two of the guards over to him. “Escourt these children to tzarauel safely and you will be greatly rewarded.”he said . Then turning to the child he said give this letter to my wife, she will understand. Be good child, pay heed to my wife and your governess. Be strong all shall be well”. The child nodded her little head.
Back at the careighnian camp, the soldiers had arrived back . “How many” said satune. “twenty six khan , brought back for you as you ordered”. “Have them lined up for my inspection”. The women were herded into a shake y line quivering, some screaming, some sobbing in dispare, all but one,an olive skinned beauty. “You dont fear me women”? The women spat in his face. “Put up a fight did this one” said the lieutenant. “Did she indeed. What is you name Woman”? “Non of your concern” was the reply. “Very well cut off her head”. “No” shouted another women. “I'll tell you her name its Mirriam”. “ISABELLE” Mirriam chastised. “Mirriam”? repeated the Khan. “Well Mirriam I ask you again “Why are you so unafraid”? Mirriam did not reply. The khans face grew grave. “You will answer me women” he said raising his fist. Mirriam answered “That is why I answer you not. You are a coward you send two hundred soldgiers to destroy a village with a population of just sixty , unarmed villagers you have burned alive these women's husbands , their children, destroyed their homes and for what. What could you possibly need with a group of simple peasant women? “You are insolent women! But yet perceptive at the same time. I will answer your question. You ask me what I need with twenty six peasant women. I will tell you . I seek a wife”. “You are desperate then! The great almighty Khan so desperate he would lower himself to the widow's of dead horse dealers. Pathetic!And what do you intend to do with the remaining women?” The Khan laughed. “My men require entertainment” he said in a sinister tone. “You mentioned children” said the khan “and yet you sob not, I take it then you have no children”. “My child is nothing to do with you” said Mirriam. “Ah then she is fled, he then looked at Isabelle. “And yours too I suspect. You are a hansom women Isabelle and your child must be very young” He said looking at the wet patches on her upper half. Where their any complications with the birth ” It was a good birth” answered Isabelle shaking. “Then you may have others”? Isabelle looked confused but answered him meekly “yes”. “She will do” shouted the khan to the lieutenant. “Something tells me you will be somewhat more accommodating then your friend was Isabelle. “Come with me you must eat women”. “yes Khan” mumbled Isabelle. The other women erupted into chants of angry protest at their so called friends treachery. “You will go to hell for this Issabelle” shouted Mirriam. The Khan turned back and stared at Miriam. “This one thinks she's too good for my new queen”. He said. “and thus she must be too good for my men. Chain her to the back of the horses we captured from the valley. This one is to be dragged all the way to Krill. If she survives you may sell her as a slave and keep the money for yourself lieutenant. She Is a pretty girl she will fetch a fair price. And maybe a life in servitude may relieve her of some of her ignorance”.