King Levarticus III wasn't happy. Every single one of the Five Knights were dead. So why wasn't there a sword with ANY of them??? He was currently pacing in his throne room, his black armor clinking at the joints as he did so. The frustrated king finally told the guard at the door to fetch the royal soothsayer. He was getting impatient as the woman walked into the room. She was a full head and shoulders shorter than him, and was hunched over with an old grey hooded cloak covering her.

"You called, your Lordship?" She asked, her voice scratchy and betraying her old age. King Levarticus sat at his throne and nodded slightly. "Yes. I assume the reason you are late is you were checking the future to see if I was angry at you?"

The old woman gulped. She had of course been late because of her aging body not being what it used to be, but she couldn't give him that for an answer. "Y-yes M'lord." She lied, hoping that he would not be angered by this lie. He noticed, but decided not to press the issue further. "Whatever the case, I wish to know the location of the Swords. Can you or can't you show me anything pertaining to them?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I am a soothsayer. I only tell the future, I cannot see locations I have never been to!" The woman stuttered out fearfully.

"Well then..." King Levarticus III sighed and snapped his fingers. A large man in pique physical condition with a large sword stepped out from the shadows and proceeded to behead the old woman. "Pity... She was three days away from retirement." the man said, then laughed heartlessly as he wiped his sword clean. "But you Majesty, I have heard rumors tell that there is a cave in Harocrint that no one has ever escaped once entering. something about a beast of unimaginable strength guarding it's treasure if the barkeep whom told my men was right. Of course I killed the fool, but we don't know how many people he told before he died. Perhaps we should send a search party? Might I suggest Lady Valis?"

The King listened intently to his Second in Command. "I take it Lady Valis has a battalion ready to depart then?"

"You know me too well. Everything is ready for her departure. Shall I give the word?"

"By all means. Hire another Soothsayer. And tell Lady Valis... I will not accept failure."

Angelo whistled a tune as he walked through the plains enjoying his walk towards the treasure. Angelo was at the tavern when the barkeep was talking about a great treasure he didn't really care about a guardian protecting it but that simply meant that the treasure was worth taking! Angelo was simply enjoying himself as he wondered around looking for some treasure and apparently it came out of the mouth of a barkeep. Angelo remembered his family back home and he started to remember an old song they used to sing down the mines about dealing with a drunk miner. It was Angelo favorite song...

Angelo was walking through the plains carrying his lance and wearing his fathers black single sleeve coat simply enjoying his journey to where he was told the treasure would be, where was the point in going after treasure if he couldn't enjoy the journey itself...

Jodha Mariam Kunwari

Amer was quiet in the mornings. The chatter and laughter of the villagers were not present, the only noise to resonate through the fields of the sleepy little hamlet being that of the birdsong and the quiet tilling of the fields for the planting season. These types of days were those that Jodha Mariam Kunwari cherished the most. No violence, no struggle, just simply peace and quiet as everyone busied themselves toiling away for the benefit of their home. Sitting on the porch of the council estate, warm green eyes (like the plains of grass that surrounded her village) tracking the figures of her nephews at work, the woman allowed herself a quiet chuckle of satisfaction at seeing the children she used to help care for develop into manhood.

Her duties as a defender were a few years away now, but she always listened, waiting for the sound of gallops on the wind. Their conflicts with the nomads were far from over, though definitely less violent than in ages past, but she always stayed alert, cautious for any attack at would strike at her beloved home. Jodha was an advisor now, helping coordinate the local militia against the raids, but her life seemed quite a bit more peaceful than she had expected. Would they finally discover a resolution to the conflict? She didn't know.

The olive-skinned woman yawned lightly. The heat of the sun was already making her feel drowsy.

Not a good sign for someone who needed to be in top form at all times.

But it was a nice day.