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Prince Edgar and his fellow knights must get to the Eddor'had island in order to destroy the gemstones by throwing them into the heart of the vulcano. They are accompanied by a Sorceress Shi'larra, who holds unique knowledge of the world they are about to face. Their journey begins at mysterious town of Kirin Taq.
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Chapter 1 - The Gathering of the Chosen ones
Kingdom of the Barren lands, Western border - the Town of Kirin Taq
Where the sands of Nazearth desert met the streams of the Azurdil' lake, there lied the town of Kirin Taq. Its inhabitants often said: ''whoever comes to visit, does never truly leave''. The town was small, and very well hidden, thus being a perfect place for having a retreat. As it happend, the War seemed to completely bypass it, for the housing appeared to be left untouched. For those who knew of its whereabouts it was considered the safest place on Obrethon. Not because there would be the highest walls around it – in fact, there were none – but because of something much stronger than that.
Magic.
Traveller's den, that's how they called it, even before the witchcraft was known to a common man. It was build by a Travellers' clan, know as the Kirindaars, and it kept its invisible gates widely open to anyone who'd come in with goodness in their hearts. No evil creatures could ever enter, as the town would not exist for them.
Shi'larra thought that would make it the safest place to meet the Prince and his fellow knights, for she was still unsure of their intentions. It was clear to her, that the stones were meant to corrupt its carrier's mind. They acted like a fertilizer on a seed of greed. The greedier one was, the more the stone would speak to them, twisting their thoughts.
At least, that was her theory. Knowing her sister Moriana, who was then mostly known as the Witch of Eddor'had, she could assume that greed was in the core of every one of the gems. Everything Moriana did was fueld by her desire to gain more, and more. Little did she know that the hole she felt inside her could not be mended with either blood nor war.
Inside one of the small empty houses, Shi'larra sat in waiting for the knights. They were told to meet with her in the town of Kirin Taq on the night of the third full moon, without any kind of explanation as to why exactly there. She expected some of them to be quite annoyed by that, since they had to travel half the Obrethon to get to the Kirin Taq, only to be headed back to where they just came from the very next day. Clearly, Shi'larra had her resons. She only hoped that their loyalty to the Prince exceeded the doubt they had for her.
There was, however, one Knight she didn't have to be wary of. Although startled by the news of Alexis becoming a knight, she couldn't be more proud. Shi'larra, having no family of her own, considered this girl, who had grown to be more than just an ordinary woman, to be the closest of her kin. And thus the only one, whom she trusted with her own life, making her a valuable companion.
Starting to get impatient, Shi'larra approached the window, and stared onto the streets. They were empty as per usual, since no one on the inside would have any business sneaking around at night. Evil deeds did not flourish here, which was why some people considered this place to be very much boring. Since the locals relied on magic to keep them safe at night, no one bothered to lock the doors or to keep an eye on the possible newcomers. Therefore, it was very unlikely that someone, besides Shi'larra, and Alexis, who was outside on the lookout, would spot a group of armed men entering the invisible gates, and marching past the houses.
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Meanwhile, not so far away, a vicious creature walked the earth. A giant wolf surrounded by a scortching heat, its massive body covered all in wounds from which no blood was pouring, only melted rock. The smell of sulphur reeked from its heavy breath, poisoning the air around it.
Its aim was near, and it could smell it. ''Run, run, oblivious ones, for you shall never hide...''