Belgaraths Quest

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The wind howled in the Vale, making the shutters rattle on the outside of the tower. Beldin looked over at Belgarath in irritation. "Damn it Belgarath, havent I told you to try and fix that? I hate the noise it makes. " Belgarath looked over at the dwarf and gave him a dirty look. As he was about to say something, there was an knock on the door at the bottom of the tower. Beldin looks over at Belgarath. "Well, go answer that door you lazy lout. " Seeing the usual lack of activity in Belgarath, Beldin takes matters into his own hands. He gathered in his will and suddenly, there was another body in the room.

The courier is visibly startled as he drops his satchel onto the floor. He quickly grabs up his satchel and pulls out a letter. "Mr....ummmm.......Sir .......ummm this is addressed to Belgarath. Here you go sir. " With a wild eyed stare, the courier gives over the letter and runs down the stairs. Beldin chuckles at the mans discomfort. "Hopefully, he remembers to push open the door before he runs into it. So tell me old fool , what is it? "

Belgarath looks at the letter and quickly scans it. He frowns and hands the letter to Beldin. Beldin silently reads it before dropping it to the ground and stomping on it. "So what are we going to do? , the little dwarf asks.

*The letter*

Dear Belgarath,

I am writing to you with some concern. Belgarion and C'nedra were supposed to be visiting myself, Silk, and Velvet after spending time with Mandorallen. This was a few weeks ago they were supposed to be here. I know how the water can be, so a few days delay did not concern us, but it has been more than a fortnight. I am in need of your guidance as far as what to do next. Please come to Cherek and let us know how to proceed.

Faithfully yours, ]

Barak.

 

[Guest]

I looked at Beldin with some irritation, it wasn't his fault, but who else was here for me to blame. Poledra was over with Pol and Durnik, cooing over our Great, and something more than, great grandchildren.

"Why is it," I growled, with more than a hint of irritation. "that whenever I get to have a rest, collect my thoughts, get on with some important matters that have been collecting over the years, someone comes along and distracts me?"

Beldin seemed singularly unimpressed. I won't say what he said, but it was, and if you know Beldin, decidedly on the impolite side.

"Well, Ancient Disciple of our Master," He did like to rub that in at times. "it seems that we have no choice but to be out, and about, looking for whatever has happened to Garion and Ce'Nedra."

His face shifted, it was subtle, and undetectable, to all that didn't know him. "We can't afford to have the Bearer Of our Masters' Orb wandering about,.....we need to know where he is. Or what has gone wrong."

"See if you can catch that messenger." I said. "We need to send out some messages, and try and get some information." The thought uppermost in my mind at this point was how was I going to explain it to my wife. But, there were more serious matters to attend to. My deformed Brother was right, Garion, and his wife had to be found, not to mention my Masters' Orb. "And tell him to get in touch with Kheldar, and the Drasnian Secret service, I want to know everything that was going on in the area...no matter how small, or insignificant."

"And what are you doing while I'm doing this?" He growled at me.

I must admit to many faults, and laziness is just one of many, but where my Family is concerned, I will spare no energy to protect them.

"Me?" I said. That feeling in my bones told me that something was going wrong in our newly healed world. "I'm going to speak with the Twin's, see if they may know something about this........because if they don't, we may have to look for our answers elsewhere."

I looked at him, my heart feeling ALL of my 7.000 years.

"Get Silk" I said. "I think we may need him before we have finished. Tell him to get to Trellheim and start sniffing about, and get in touch with the rest of them, when the Bearer of the Orb goes missing, with the Orb, then we need ALL the help we can get"

When Beldin had gone I buried my head in my hands.........I knew there was unfinished busines.........but where we up to finishing it....???????

 

[davethepro]

Sorry

O.O.C.........Sorry, That was me,.........won't happen again.

 

[Zircon]

Zakath

For the first in many months, Zakath was back to wearing his plain white robes and his frown. Despite the lack of resistance on the surface about his marriage to Cyradis, Zakath was still the Emperor of Boundless Mallorea. Eriond was doing a great job, even without the help of the army. But at Zakath’s secret orders, Field Marshall Atesca was leading an entire division behind Eriond and Horse. Far enough to be discreet, but close enough to crush any remaining unconverted Grolims or the Chamdim.

But Eriond was not the source of his frown. Cyradis was. He loathed to be far away from her. It had been almost a lifetime without someone by his side. He was so deliriously happy when she said yes to his marriage proposal. And the marriage benediction by Eriond was the absolute crown of his happiness.

But now, when she was 3 months with a child, he was sailing to Riva after stopping by at Rak Urga. Urgit had insisted vehemently on Zakath to visit, after Urgit had visited Mal Zeth. And the conspiratorial tone between Cyrydis and Prala nearly got on Zakath’s nerves. Although that was before he realized that Cyradis was with a child. Then he totally changed and doted excessively on Cyradis. She was the light and focus of his life. And Brador was nearly worked to his grave when Zakath totally left the running of his empire to him.

Sighing, now he was on his way to Riva, at the insistence of Cyradis. She wanted him to stop by and see how Garion and Ce’Nedra were doing. And take back paintings on how well Geran and little Beldaran had grown. And women Gossip about the rest of the world. Actually she insisted. She was formerly a Seeress, with the power of entire Kell behind her. But as a woman, she wields such tremendous and subtle power over him. He was an Emperor, but in her eyes still, he was her husband to be henpecked. And he inevitably gave in every time.

Zakath instructed the ship not to stop at Tol Honeth, even though protocol dictated that he should pay a courtesy call to Emperor Varana. The world was at peace. Zakath was itching to let some of the spies that Brador put on his ship off to Tol Honeth. Varana was up to something in Mishrak ac Thull. King Nathael was an idiot, totally under the control of his mother. Zakath just could not let the Tolnedrans get an economic foothold there, but he longed even more to get this trip over with and be back with Cyradis.

The Sea of the Wind was not the place to be if the ship was not well made. Zakath took extra pains to make sure that his ship does not embarrass him in front of the multitudes of Cherek War Boats. Soon the Citadel came into view. It was extremely impressive even from afar. Even more so than the stories he had heard from Garion when they were off on their trip to save the world.

The gray stones looked so ominous and foreboding that Zakath shuddered at the thought of living there all year round. Mal Zeth was such a lovely place, especially during the spring time. The comparison between the Citadel of Riva and Mal Zeth brought another woeful sigh from Zakath. Cyradis was now almost always on his mind.

He was met at the docks by the somber faced Kail. Sensing that something was wrong, Zakath leapt over the gang plank even before ship fully docked.

‘Welcome to Riva, Your Imperial highness.’

‘Thank you. Is there something wrong, Kail? Come on, Kail. I know something is wrong. Your face does not hide bad news very good.’

‘Your Highness, perhaps we should discuss this up in the Citadel…’

‘Very Well. Lead the way please. And no more formalities before I hear of this news.’

The inspection of the Guard of Honor was done very quickly, as Zakath was aching to hear what kind of bad news that Kail has. And at last they were in the private office of Brand.

‘Your Highness, we have received word from Barak that King Belgarion and Queen Ce’Nedra are missing.’

‘Missing??!!… How? When? Where?…!!’

And so the story of Belgarion and his wife supposed presence in Val Alorn was told.

‘Kail, please send someone down to my ship and have them ready to set sail immediately. I will depart for Val Alorn. Belgarion is my friend. And I promise you this Kail, I will extend all the resources in my possession to find him and Ce’Nedra.’

‘Begging Your Highness’ pardon, but your ship will not be able to bear the passage through the Bore…’

Zakath held up his hand and replied, ‘I’ve in my employ an enterprising Cherek who supervised the building of my ship. It’s just as good as any Cherek War Boat. Well, maybe not as good, but sufficient enough not to embarrass me. Please Kail, worry not about me, but Belgarion. Now hurry, I will leave before the tide ebbs.’

 

[chewbacca71]

Barak

Barak looked back at the fireplace with a sigh. His hands clinching and unclinching, the tendons tightening up in his stress. His mournful expression was plain to see as he turned back to Silk and Velvet. "I hope I did the right thing in just sending the letters to Riva and also to Belgararth. We could have started a search ourselves, but the experience and the power of Belgarath, Beldin and the others may make our quest more successful. I pray that they make it here as fast as possible. I am concerned with how long they have been missing that something dire may have happened. I need some ale, does anyone else? Worrying is thirst work. " Barak mentioned for his manservant to go get some ale for them, anything to calm down their nerves.

 

[petrel]

Velvet sighed as she looked at silk and barak - drinking themselves into insensibility was she supposed a fairly normal way for them to handle a crises. It had started so innocently - Barak had sent for ale to calm them all - she'd had a mug or two as well, then she went out for five minutes and returned to find the men had gotten a whole Ale barrel.
Now they had reached the tearful stage; nothing she could do really except let silk know she wasn't pleased - although come to think of it he would probably hardly notice the state he was in.

'Well as it is late I suppose I should leave you two to your discussions - after all we all know that if Garion and Ce' Nedra are going o be found they will be relying on you their oldest and dearest friends to do so - I'm sure by morning you will have a lovely plan all worked out to show me - won't you dear?'

with that she left the room - it had maybe been a bit over the top after all they were worried and frustrated but then so was she and she didn't plan on drinking herself into a stupor - she had sent off a long letter to the tiny queen of Drasnia - she had a better spy network than ever now and they should be able to get some information soon. If they didn't Velvet felt she might reconsider her decision to retire for a few years and go back into the field herself for information.

 

[Zircon]

Zakath

The trip through the Bore was ghastly at the mildest tone. Zakath had insisted on being at the bow when the ship made the passage. If Cyradis knew he had done this, he would be scolded for an entire month or more. Probably more than a month. So the entire crew was sworn to secrecy at the pain of death. Zakath wanted to do this after hearing about how Belgarion had done the same thing during his first trip.

At last, when the creaking and slight splintering of the ship stopped, Zakath offered a small prayer to Eriond. And he made the decision to go by Boktor on his way back. He would have a ship waiting for him at Darine. No one in their sane mind would go through the Bore. Although, thinking back, before his adventure with Belgarion and Cyradis, he would have slept through the trip without any trouble.

But now he has a wife and a child on the way to think about besides himself. His entire Empire can crumble to dust as long as Cyradis and his child would still be around. That was how much Zakath had changed. The calm of the trip to Val Alorn offered him some respite. He had taken to training with his sword every morning since leaving Mal Zeth. He wowed that he would never be caught unfit for adventure again since his trip with Belgarion.

Zakath shuddered at the haphazard looking port of Val Alorn. King Anheg was a smart man, but his city looked slap-dashed. Quite unlike the regimented architecture of Mal Zeth. The docks were bustling with activity as usual, and another ship would not attract much attention. Nevertheless, prudence dictated matters here. An Angarak ship that looked somewhat like a Cherek War Boat in Val Alorn would raise eyebrows.

Zakath did not care for a swim in the cold Northern waters. He had hoped that the long-standing custom of killing Angaraks on sight would be rescinded, or at least fell out of use. One of his corporals that accompanied him on his trip had a loud voice. And this voice boomed across the bay, to announce the peaceful entry of the Emperor’s ship into harbor.

Zakath waited patiently on the docks for someone from the palace to greet him. Apparently, his decision to sail on the same day he arrived at Riva prevented any messages from being sent here. Or at the very least, he arrived before the message did. Zakath was not brave enough to walked through Val Alorn on his own. The barbarians from the North would have him and his men for lunch.

 

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