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“Have I got a story for you”
The tavern was packed filled to the brim with humans of varying shapes and sizes. Most of them celebrated drinking their large pints of ale and taxing the poor bar wenches for more. Some of them danced dragging the women celebrating as well and leading them in large sweeping dances. Today was the day, the day that centuries of war and blood shed ended. Only a few were upset and those that were drank in the corners of the bar their expression dark as they eyed the celebrations.
“I was there with them you know!” The man hiccupped his eyes unfocused as he swung his mug and splashed ale over the wooden table “I helped get them together”
“You’re full of shit Voltaire” One of the men gathered around the table said. The other two laughed and shook their head discounting the shorter man as they motioned for another round.
“Is true” He said slurring his words “They were on my expedition! Both of them! That’s where the princess of the elves and the prince of the humans met!”
“Uh huh suuuuuure” The man said again leaning back “Don’t you have enough tall tales old man?”
“None top this one” Voltaire said shaking his head and leaning in. The slur dropped from his voice and when he spoke next it was with the deep tone of a storyteller.
“For this is a tale of intrigue and mystery, a tale of danger and suspense. Of course what romance wouldn’t be complete with those things? The best tales are ones of sex love and danger. NO ONE’s tale is better than that of our two rulers. A princess and prince born in a time where they were destined to be enemies. Two souls that crossed a sea of antagonism and deep seated hate to come together and marry”
“This is their story”
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ONE YEAR AGO
The Kingdom Under The Ground
“Father!”
His boots echoed across the stone halls. The walls around him stretched high into the sky disappearing into the shadows. Heavy iron torches hung on the wall casting everything in half shadows as the young man raced after the procession. He hurriedly stuffed his simple white linen shirt into the waistband of his trousers as he moved. He ran a hand through his thick wavy brown hair trying to keep it down as he finally reached the black armored guards leading his father from the assembly hall.
“Roderick?” His father King Valiant said turning as the high guard let Roderick through “What in the blazes are you yelling at?”
“I’m sorry father” Roderick said scratching at the stubble on his pointed chin and wishing he had shaved.
“I need to speak to you” He said reaching for the tube on his back and starting to pull out a map “it’s about the tunnels the ones I have been speaking to you about”
His father rolled his eyes. He waved his hand giving the order for the high guard to move to a position where they could jump in but not overhear what was being said. Once they were done he reached out placing his heavily ringed hand on Roderick’s muscular shoulder.
“Son we have talked about this” His father said softly “There is nothing wrong in the tunnels. You need to be focusing on your studies on becoming the ruler I know you are meant to be”
“Father I love you but that is simply not true” Roderick said clutching the map in his hands “The shakes are getting more and more frequent. The people in the lower ring are reporting that new tunnels are popping up some have even disappeared. Something is happening in the core. The ones who came before-“
“Are dead son” His father insisted his tone angry “And your obsession with them should die to! They have given us many gifts but they are dead now. They were dead when our ancestor King Septom moved his people into the cave after the elven rebellion.”
Roderick sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. He moved the map back into its tube sliding it onto his back once more as he regarded his father.
“It was silly of me to mention” Roderick said his tone flat as he gestured for his father’s guards to return
“Enjoy your meal” He said to his father cutting him off before he could speak. He moved for the door slamming it shut behind him as he left the royal halls.
………………………………………………..
“I take it that it didn’t go well?”
Roderick stood on the edge of the ledge looking out at capital city. The largest of the ruins left over from the ones who came before. The city was built into a huge antechamber of rock. Stone buildings carved by unknown hands stretched above connected by stone walkways and platforms. Even from his perch atop one of the highest towers much of the city could not be seen.
“It didn’t” Roderick said glancing over at his best friend a loyalist named Pond. He walked over to their purple haired boy and sat down kicking his legs out as pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well you tried” Pond said munching on an apple “It’s not your fault your father doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.”
“It will if something happens” Roderick said “I have a responsibility as a king to protect my people”
“Without hard proof your dad will not act” Pond reminded him finishing the apple and checking it into the air.
“I know” Roderick said watching the apple disappear into the abyss “I’m going to have to go down there myself”
“Funny you should mention that” Pond said checking his finger-tips “I was down in the lower rungs with this delicious hunk of a man. We were in a bar doing our best to remain inconspicuous when I heard a man boasting about a recent expedition he was doing. His name was Voltaire and he claimed he was going to be going deeper than anyone else and was looking for able bodied people to join his crew. He plans on starting at the Neutral city of Kanark”
“Are you serious?” Roderick said standing up and grabbing the man’s shoulder “Kanark is one of the fault lines!”
“That it is that it is” Pond said chuckling “You have two days to get there…. If you are serious about this”
“Thank you Pond” Roderick said shaking him “I could kiss you right now!”
“No thanks” Pond said laughing as they moved to climb down “You’re much to pretty for my taste.”
……………………………………………………..
ONE DAY LATER
Roderick moved through the crowds keeping the brown hood over his face. He scratched idly at his full beard wondering if that combined with his shaved head would be enough of a disguise. His clothing was threadbare a simple brown pair of pants and a black shirt. He had a short sword strapped to his hip and finally a long traveling cloak that was currently up to hide his features.
Kanark was one of the few cities neutral in the human elf war. It was also one of the first cities discovered from the ones who came before. It was built in a pit with tunnels leading down into the complex labyrinth below. Roderick glanced up at the sky above admiring it as it warmed his pale skin.
He passed humans and elves doing his best to blend in. After hearing his father and advisers talk about the elf war it was strange to think humans and elves could be cordial anywhere. Yet here they were mostly talking freely in the neutral city. One elf smiled at him and he awkwardly smiled back resisting the urge to drop his hand down to his sword.
He reached the meeting point a tavern aptly named The Wooden Bastard. It was a ram shackled place, a place that looked like one strong wind would blow it down. He grimaced at the thought of going in and debated giving up on the quest entirely.
Luckily the man he was searching for was situated outside. Voltari was a short balding man with golden spectacles. He and two large brutish men moved around a wooden cart loading supplies as Voltaire checked a sheet of paper in his hands. Roderick took a deep breath and moved forward tapping on the man’s shoulders and waiting for him to turn before speaking.
“My name is Pond” Roderick said pulling his hood back to reveal his clean-shaven head and full brown beard “I’ve come to join your expedition!”
“Have ye know?” Voltaire said chuckling as he looked him up and down “Tell me lad what use do I have for a skinny thing like you”
“Excellent question!” Roderick said grinning “Two things… One is this large bag of coin I have.”
He tossed the coin bag to Voltaire letting him weight it before pulling out his next bartering chip.
“The other is this map” Roderick said shaking out the parchment paper and letting Voltaire see before sliding it back in.
“It’s a map leading to the uncharted area” Roderick explained sliding it back onto his back “It took me a lot of time to get this map. With it we won’t get lost in the tunnels and won’t be checking places that have already been pilfered. What do you say?”
“What else can I say my boy!” Voltaire said clapping the would be kings back.
“Welcome aboard!”
The tavern was packed filled to the brim with humans of varying shapes and sizes. Most of them celebrated drinking their large pints of ale and taxing the poor bar wenches for more. Some of them danced dragging the women celebrating as well and leading them in large sweeping dances. Today was the day, the day that centuries of war and blood shed ended. Only a few were upset and those that were drank in the corners of the bar their expression dark as they eyed the celebrations.
“I was there with them you know!” The man hiccupped his eyes unfocused as he swung his mug and splashed ale over the wooden table “I helped get them together”
“You’re full of shit Voltaire” One of the men gathered around the table said. The other two laughed and shook their head discounting the shorter man as they motioned for another round.
“Is true” He said slurring his words “They were on my expedition! Both of them! That’s where the princess of the elves and the prince of the humans met!”
“Uh huh suuuuuure” The man said again leaning back “Don’t you have enough tall tales old man?”
“None top this one” Voltaire said shaking his head and leaning in. The slur dropped from his voice and when he spoke next it was with the deep tone of a storyteller.
“For this is a tale of intrigue and mystery, a tale of danger and suspense. Of course what romance wouldn’t be complete with those things? The best tales are ones of sex love and danger. NO ONE’s tale is better than that of our two rulers. A princess and prince born in a time where they were destined to be enemies. Two souls that crossed a sea of antagonism and deep seated hate to come together and marry”
“This is their story”
………………………………………………………………..
ONE YEAR AGO
The Kingdom Under The Ground
“Father!”
His boots echoed across the stone halls. The walls around him stretched high into the sky disappearing into the shadows. Heavy iron torches hung on the wall casting everything in half shadows as the young man raced after the procession. He hurriedly stuffed his simple white linen shirt into the waistband of his trousers as he moved. He ran a hand through his thick wavy brown hair trying to keep it down as he finally reached the black armored guards leading his father from the assembly hall.
“Roderick?” His father King Valiant said turning as the high guard let Roderick through “What in the blazes are you yelling at?”
“I’m sorry father” Roderick said scratching at the stubble on his pointed chin and wishing he had shaved.
“I need to speak to you” He said reaching for the tube on his back and starting to pull out a map “it’s about the tunnels the ones I have been speaking to you about”
His father rolled his eyes. He waved his hand giving the order for the high guard to move to a position where they could jump in but not overhear what was being said. Once they were done he reached out placing his heavily ringed hand on Roderick’s muscular shoulder.
“Son we have talked about this” His father said softly “There is nothing wrong in the tunnels. You need to be focusing on your studies on becoming the ruler I know you are meant to be”
“Father I love you but that is simply not true” Roderick said clutching the map in his hands “The shakes are getting more and more frequent. The people in the lower ring are reporting that new tunnels are popping up some have even disappeared. Something is happening in the core. The ones who came before-“
“Are dead son” His father insisted his tone angry “And your obsession with them should die to! They have given us many gifts but they are dead now. They were dead when our ancestor King Septom moved his people into the cave after the elven rebellion.”
Roderick sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. He moved the map back into its tube sliding it onto his back once more as he regarded his father.
“It was silly of me to mention” Roderick said his tone flat as he gestured for his father’s guards to return
“Enjoy your meal” He said to his father cutting him off before he could speak. He moved for the door slamming it shut behind him as he left the royal halls.
………………………………………………..
“I take it that it didn’t go well?”
Roderick stood on the edge of the ledge looking out at capital city. The largest of the ruins left over from the ones who came before. The city was built into a huge antechamber of rock. Stone buildings carved by unknown hands stretched above connected by stone walkways and platforms. Even from his perch atop one of the highest towers much of the city could not be seen.
“It didn’t” Roderick said glancing over at his best friend a loyalist named Pond. He walked over to their purple haired boy and sat down kicking his legs out as pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Well you tried” Pond said munching on an apple “It’s not your fault your father doesn’t want to hear what you have to say.”
“It will if something happens” Roderick said “I have a responsibility as a king to protect my people”
“Without hard proof your dad will not act” Pond reminded him finishing the apple and checking it into the air.
“I know” Roderick said watching the apple disappear into the abyss “I’m going to have to go down there myself”
“Funny you should mention that” Pond said checking his finger-tips “I was down in the lower rungs with this delicious hunk of a man. We were in a bar doing our best to remain inconspicuous when I heard a man boasting about a recent expedition he was doing. His name was Voltaire and he claimed he was going to be going deeper than anyone else and was looking for able bodied people to join his crew. He plans on starting at the Neutral city of Kanark”
“Are you serious?” Roderick said standing up and grabbing the man’s shoulder “Kanark is one of the fault lines!”
“That it is that it is” Pond said chuckling “You have two days to get there…. If you are serious about this”
“Thank you Pond” Roderick said shaking him “I could kiss you right now!”
“No thanks” Pond said laughing as they moved to climb down “You’re much to pretty for my taste.”
……………………………………………………..
ONE DAY LATER
Roderick moved through the crowds keeping the brown hood over his face. He scratched idly at his full beard wondering if that combined with his shaved head would be enough of a disguise. His clothing was threadbare a simple brown pair of pants and a black shirt. He had a short sword strapped to his hip and finally a long traveling cloak that was currently up to hide his features.
Kanark was one of the few cities neutral in the human elf war. It was also one of the first cities discovered from the ones who came before. It was built in a pit with tunnels leading down into the complex labyrinth below. Roderick glanced up at the sky above admiring it as it warmed his pale skin.
He passed humans and elves doing his best to blend in. After hearing his father and advisers talk about the elf war it was strange to think humans and elves could be cordial anywhere. Yet here they were mostly talking freely in the neutral city. One elf smiled at him and he awkwardly smiled back resisting the urge to drop his hand down to his sword.
He reached the meeting point a tavern aptly named The Wooden Bastard. It was a ram shackled place, a place that looked like one strong wind would blow it down. He grimaced at the thought of going in and debated giving up on the quest entirely.
Luckily the man he was searching for was situated outside. Voltari was a short balding man with golden spectacles. He and two large brutish men moved around a wooden cart loading supplies as Voltaire checked a sheet of paper in his hands. Roderick took a deep breath and moved forward tapping on the man’s shoulders and waiting for him to turn before speaking.
“My name is Pond” Roderick said pulling his hood back to reveal his clean-shaven head and full brown beard “I’ve come to join your expedition!”
“Have ye know?” Voltaire said chuckling as he looked him up and down “Tell me lad what use do I have for a skinny thing like you”
“Excellent question!” Roderick said grinning “Two things… One is this large bag of coin I have.”
He tossed the coin bag to Voltaire letting him weight it before pulling out his next bartering chip.
“The other is this map” Roderick said shaking out the parchment paper and letting Voltaire see before sliding it back in.
“It’s a map leading to the uncharted area” Roderick explained sliding it back onto his back “It took me a lot of time to get this map. With it we won’t get lost in the tunnels and won’t be checking places that have already been pilfered. What do you say?”
“What else can I say my boy!” Voltaire said clapping the would be kings back.
“Welcome aboard!”