Chapter Two "The Homecoming"
The Osprey danced upon the azure sea with its white crest upon the waves. Her sails full and her oars dipping and rising to the beat of the drum. Her front sail was emerald Green with a gold Dragon rearing up from that field, the mainsail held the golden oak of Breezae, upon its field of green. The aft sail had seven golden stars upon its green field. A fiery haired captain stood at the tiller as this war bird flew across the waves. From the shore, Prince Sopaul jumped up and down with excitement, as he watched the first, new Osprey dance upon the waves. The figurehead was a great dragon whose open maw would belch forth blasts of fire. Small catapults were mounted two to each side with one fore and aft. Never before had such a vessel sailed upon the seas. The Osprey tuned like no other ship could and made her way towards the great granite wharf of the Ontillaen Enclave. When she began to slow, the dock was lined with cheering onlookers. The chant "Home to Ontillae!!! Once again filled the air. "Captain Sandy, make ready, if all is to your satisfaction, we will sail with the tide two days from now. I would like to go out again, on the morning tide for more training. Is there anything you need me to take care of before I go and make myself ready? Tristan asked, as he walked up the wharf with Captain Sandy and his companions.
Tristan paused to make a study of the Osprey. The sleek ship sat gentle bobbing up and down in its moorings creaking softly as it twisted this way then back again. He made note of the framed openings along her side, two rows of ten, one above the other. The bottom row of openings centered between those above. Each had carefully handcarved frames around them, a mixture of leaves and animals near lifelike. Forty oars he thought to help propel her through the water, then his eyes rose up to study her three mast the tallest in the center. The front or foremast was half the height of the towering center mast. The Aft mast like the fore mast had triangular sails that could be adjusted easily on the wheel deck where Captain Sandy would stand commanding the dance of her crew. A miniature catapult was bolted both fore and aft as well as two evenly spaced along the Port and starboard sides. In the center of the deck between the mast on raised platforms were mounted a pair of small ballista for a total of four. Unseen below the ship was a complicated series of seven rudders that would allow the Osprey to turn tightly and dance upon the waves. The great dragon figurehead at the prow could belch forth flame and burning naphtha. Sheldon had tried to explain the complicated working of it to him on a few occasions but finally he had just nodded and moved on as the explaining had caused his head to ache. By the gods and goddesses alike what a work of art this ship was. So sleek and graceful, and twice as deadly he thought. Pride filled him not just because of this masterpiece, or his captain who had designed her but also in how well the crew had learned to maneuver her. The weeks of drills in use of its catapults and ballista till they all worked as one. With a small smile of satisfaction he continued with the others.
"Nay, my Lord we will stow the provisions and fodder below and after we return from tomorrows sail we will load the horses and the wagon. The time of our homecoming is upon us. May the gods be merciful to us." She added as she turned and began shouting orders. Captain Sandy paused for a moment as memories of home crept uninvited to her mind. She saw the massive majestic oaks than ran down to the shore only to be replaced by the great palm trees who's fronds danced in the ocean breeze. The pure white sands of Lallae's beaches as the ocean caressed them with its azure waves. She thought of the wonderland of the coral and kelp forest just below the surface. "Damned if i am not becoming a sentimental old fool", She scolded herself for wool-gathering. Then began once again shouting orders as her hair a fiery mane blew wild in the breeze about her tanned face.
"I may not have told anyone of my idea for training oarsmen my Lord, if I had known just how much time we were all going to spend in it." Sheldon confessed, as he watched a crew sitting on a low wooden dock working their oars to the beat of the drum. "I still have blisters on my hands and my backside from all those long hours going nowhere." Secretly he took pride in the apparatus he had developed. Once completed it allowed for hours of training at the oars they otherwise would not have gotten. He thought passingly of the eight-hour long shifts that all had put in. He flexed the muscles beneath his shirt and felt them ripple like a wave upon the sea. They were most definitely fit and toned. Now their muscle was hard as rock and taught as new bow strings.
Celestae patted his huge shoulders, "there, there, my Lord. It is not every man that can claim to have designed his own torture device." She teased, as he made a grab for her. She danced out of reach then turned and ran for him, even as Tristan did, all thee going below the cool surface with a splash. Soon the rest of the crew joined them in the salty playground. Captain Sandy stood watching them for a time then shed her mail shirt and enter the water with a somersault before knifing into its depths. They splashed and dunked each other for the best part of an hour, before finally climbing the latter back to the granite wharf. "You two smell much better now. Let us go check with Feanor and Niles, before we go back to the tower. Where, I am sure to get a sound scolding from mother hen Amelia." She sighed a deep sigh of contentment the stickiness of dried sweat washed away and her muscles somewhat soothed by the cool embrace of the azure sea.
The trio rode up from the waterfront past bakeries and inviting storefronts finally arriving at the embassy. They left their mounts with a groomsman and made their way through the bustling embassy to Tristan's offices. When Tristan and Sheldon were deep in conversation with Feanor, she slipped off to one of the bedchambers that made up Tristan's office suit. She found the bath quite lavish. The marble pool was filled with steaming water. Blown glass decanters contained a wealth of bath salts, soaps, and oils. She let the warmth seep into the ache of her bones and joints. Soon the water of her bath smelled of jasmine and honeysuckle blooms. This had always been the case for as long as she could remember. It was as if the water leeched a bit of her essence, because she never used perfumes or scented oils she had always smelled this way, at least as far back as she could remember. About an hour later, with a great longing sigh she stepped from the pool and began to towel herself by the fireplace. The ache of her muscles somewhat eased after the day of training and the unplanned water follies. She applied oil, to her now dry armor, before redonning it. Finally, she stood before the great polished silver mirror and inspected herself. When she was satisfied, she rejoined them as they were speaking of old alliances. " Did you get the copies of the accords made for us Master Feanor? and the maps and charts we will need? "She inquired, as she wrapped the silky braid of her hair around her index finger.
"Indeed milady, they are in that satchel by the door. I also included letters of introduction from Lord Andalae and Lady Renee, in case they are needed. Niles has sent the strongbox to the enclave you request as well." In an unusual, show of emotion, he hugged each of them in turn telling them that all their hopes sailed with them. His eyes had that twinkle the wise so often had. He made some show of adjusting his forest green tunic while fighting back the emotion he felt trying to rise to the surface.
Niles arrived carrying his satchel and a list. "I have checked my list over three times now my Prince. All is in order. Your preparations are complete, only the journey is left. Do promise me to be careful my Prince. I would not be able to endure your loss. Nor that of are beautiful Celestae, and this great bear ever at your side he said as he hugged the three of them. Know, my Prince, my heart sails with you." As quickly as he had come Niles left and slipped into an alcove of the library. It took him several minutes to stopper the tears and once more regain his business like manner.
Their business complete the trio made their way down to where grooms waited with their energetic steeds. The road through the granite paved streets in silence comfortable enough with each other not every eddy of silence needed to be filled with idle chatter. Sheldon went in search of Captain Sandy, while Tristan and Celestae returned to his tower near the rear of Nicholae's great marble castle to finalized their preparations.
Tristan tossed and turned as he dreamed: "With the dawn, Prince, will you set sail for your birthright. Know, I have awaited thy coming far longer than you have been alive. Long have so many toiled, for your generation, for you will do, what none other has. Your generation will find its strength, its wisdom, and its secrets, long ago buried in myth and legend. You are the legacy of Sunbringer and Shaelendar. The world shivers at your footsteps young Prince, search deep young one, for the secrets are all their waiting to be discovered. Remember me, Tristan, for I am Elerinnar and you are my kindred" The great golden Dragon drew himself up and filled the sky with flame. "I salute thee, Tristan, come home, your people need you."
An hour or so before dawn Tristan awoke to those words echoing in his mind, over, and over again. "I salute thee, Tristan, come home, your people need you." He forced himself from bed and dressed in his chain, buckling on his sword and dagger. Then he searched for his cloak and remembered having covered Celestae with it.
Tristan strode gracefully to the double doors of his balcony. Always this time of day had brought him peace and clarity to his overactive mind. Like always he greeted Solarae as he peaked over the mountains to wash the world with light, then tuned from his balcony and went to Celestae's apartments. She was up and in the sitting room when he came in."Good morning, Lady Celestae and Amelia, I was wondering if I might have my cloak back if your done with it, that is."
"You know my Lord, I make the best quilts in the realm, but my Mistress here, always falls to sleep with that cloak of yours." She said pointing an accusing finger at one then the other. She rose, set her quilting aside, then brought him his cloak. "You, best look after her on this trip of yours, else i have to drag my old bones out into the cold, and come give ya a thrashing." She held back the tears in her eyes refusing to let them fall. "Alright, the two of you eat or your going to miss the tide." She turned away to pretend at tidying up the sitting room until she got the emotions of her braking heart locked away once more.
They made their way down the carpeted halls and marble stairs to the Royal stables, where Sopaul and Sheldon awaited them. With a stately pace, they rode to the Enclave. The residents of Nicholae showered them with flower petals. With dawn fast approaching they arrived and handed off their mounts. Confidently they strode to the end of the granite wharf. Lady Renee hugged them all and Lord Andalae clasped their arms, as was the warriors custom. "Safe journey, good fortune, and safe return." He paused for a moment before drawing Tristan close and whispering, "Good luck my son, our hearts and thought go along with you".
Sopaul, excitedly informed them, "I will sail with the next clutch of Osprey in a month or so." He paused, starting to say many things and not finding the words. As the breeze tossed his golden hair, water brimmed in his eyes as he searched for words that would not come. So instead he hugged each of them, even kissing Celestae's cheek, then watched as they boarded the Osprey. As the crew on the docks pushed her out, her sails begin to unfurl. The steady beat of the drum began to set the pace for the oarsmen. Backs and bunched muscle went taught then relaxed only to bunch and tighten again as they worked the oars and the Osprey began to quicken her pace. A whoosh sounded followed by a loud pop as the great sails filled and became tight as they caught the wind and the Osprey danced upon the waves. "Home to Ontillae!!!" Sopaul yelled and his voice was joined. His blond braid flapping behind him like a banner upon the battlements.
It took a full day to reach the open sea, as they made their way down the Nicholae river. Tristan stood near the prow with his hand resting on the rail. He watched as fishing boats and hamlets came into view, only to disappear with the next turn of the river. While he watched it allowed his ears to listen as his guard talked amongst themselves. He eyed the dark brine that shimmered along the ships haul.
"My home, is the Duchy of Misty, just southwest of our Prince's home of Breezae. I have never seen it, my mother has told me stories, of course, about it. She told me, she was the sister of the Duke Rallen. She married the second son of Duke Donlae Starglow. When all ties were lost, we were stranded in the Nicholae capitol. Ambassador Feanor, bless his kind soul, let us live in the Embassy. Mother was able to get a job, as a professor, at the Academy in the Wizardry Department. When I graduated, I joined the Rangers and spent all my time in the forest on the Enraeford border. When word of our Prince's call to arms went out, Sorast there, and I resigned our commissions and made our way to the Enclave. What about you Parys? What is your story, if your willing to share?" The fierce, but beautiful, Tyrana inquired. She moved her warriors braid back over her shoulder and adjusted her longsword. Tristan glanced at her and mad note of the dagger hilts that protruded from the top of her greaves and to either side of her neck and bracers.
"I was born to House Spray to the north of your own Duchy. I was told that my Father was killed in the same battle as Lord Sheldon's. Somewhere up in the area between Lallae and Raven. I had been sent to Nicholae, to further my education at the academy, as was the way things use to be. Our parents thought it best, to send us off to different realms, to further our education. My sister, is at the Academy in Slaenslocke as we speak. She will graduate in a few months and has plans of joining as well. I know the last word we had, told of orcs, goblins, and other foul creatures coming up from the dark depths in large numbers. It was against orcs Lord Sheldon and I lost our Sire's. I was here, with no way home, so I accepted an offer of Knighthood from Lord Andalae." Parys began to coil a rope that had not been coiled tightly. This is a man with an eye for detail Tristan told himself making a mental note.
Lady Celestae came up from below and gave each of them a scroll from the fine leather satchel she carried. "These, are the most recent maps Tristan, Sheldon and I could find of Ontillae. We went to every cartographer, checked every library, and spoke to every sea Captain we could find. We had one made for each of you. Study them well so the lines are etched in your minds. Then if your map is lost you will still be able to navigate the realm. We have a few spares but very few so guard them well." She considered it for a moment then turned to Tyrana. "Tyrana, did your mother perhaps teach you the spell of recall by chance? "Celestae asked with a smile.
Tristan watched as Celestae made her way around the small group on deck. Her emerald eyes twinkling in the setting sun. The grace of her walk and the way it made her femenine curves move. Even at this distance he could discern the jasmine and honeysuckle that followed in her wake. It intoxicated, mesmerized, and enveloped him. His former professor who could have stolen his heart had he not given it so long ago without her knowing.
"She did, when I was young, the spell is called "cuimhne" it is fairly easy to learn. Ahh, I see, if we use the spell, we can copy the map in our head and call its image forward whenever we need it. Mother said you were quite clever." She remarked, as she thought of the spell. "I can teach those not on the oars and you can teach the ones I can not," She answered. She flipped her coppery braid back over her shoulder and her ocean blue eyes met Celestae's.
A tall slender Elf had been listening and moved closer. "Borin, Shane, Maneya, Xilanara, and i were all once crewmen, our ship was damaged off the coast of Maestelae. We had sunk eight of the twelve pirates that came out against us. We made it to within sight of the shore of Nicholae, when our ship could take no more and came apart. We managed to tie off to some wreckage and took turns swimming with a rope tied to us. It took three exhausting days to make it ashore. Many of our number were devoured by sharks and other creatures from beneath the oceans brine. Captain Sandy kept us busy repairing fishing vessels and working on the Osprey when she had gathered a few funds. Galinn and Lorrayne lost their ship up near the Enraeford border when a freak wave, during a summer storm, drove them onto the rocks and broke its spine." Rolph revealed. Sadness seemed to seep into his ice blue eyes as he spoke.
Determined and survivors,Tristan noted, as he watched the river ahead widen. He inhaled deeply and filled his nostrils with the scents of the approaching open sea. He wrestled with his own excitement of the wonder of the unknown adventure that lay before them. Tristan wrestled with the feeling he tried to keep buried deep in the back of his mind. What if i fail? What if i get these brave loyal souls killed that answered my call? Should i have waited for more ships and troops? Did i rush head long into this and forget some important details? He managed to push them back in that corner of his mind and lock them away once more. Allowing him to concentrate on the snipits of conversation about him.
"I am a scout, along with Shea down on the oars. We were gathering information and watching Kellesae when Feanor ordered us back to the Embassy. He had us search out all the stranded Ontillaens. Then, He and Niles worked together to place them in homes and find them work. That is where we met Valonia and Bart, they had been called back from Parrenlocke, and Adonae and Sebastian were scouting in Enraeford." He shared as he sharpened one of his many wicked looking daggers.
"Spring, Wren, Ripley, Kiannia and I sailed back from Maestelane when we graduated the Academy there we were accepted into Nicholae's ranger corps when we could not get home and worked mostly in Kellesae. I am the heir to the Duchy of Sillicam to the east. The others have their own titles as well." Shardal informed them. "That just about covers it and look just in time for us to take the oars," he said with a smile.
Tristan joined Celestae on a bench and began the chore of moving his oar to the cadence of the drum above. "I do not know that i deserve the loyalty of these that have chosen to pledge themselves to me. I know, they are my people, Celestae. But am I truly worthy of their loyalty?" Tristan asked softly of her. Searching her face for some clue as they continued to row with the drums cadence.
Celestae pondered upon her answer for sometime before she gave it. "My Prince, it is your birthright to be sure. That being said, these people did not come because of that. They are here because you have shown strength of character. You have given them the one chance they have yearned for, the chance to return home. I have watched you grow and learn. Watched your mental capacity expand. You practiced for hours after your classes were over. It mattered not if it was sword, archery, spell craft or diplomacy. That, Tristan, That unsalable determination to succeed is worthy of their loyalty. You have never been rash with your promises, and to my knowledge you have fulfilled them all. This too is worthy of loyalty. Do you truly think Captain Sandy would have begun this quest had you been a sniveling noble that thought he was entitled? I can assure you, she would not. She saw your fathers strength and your mothers agile mind. She swore her service to a Prince she knows has great potential. You learned all the rights and customs of not only the Nicholaen court but those of our beloved Ontillae, as well. I know this to be true, Tristan, because it was I who taught you most of them. We spent our summer recesses together, so that I could continuev teaching you anything and everything you desired to learn. I personally groomed you to be the Prince, Ontillae deserves. I pledged myself to your service because i felt you were worthy of it. I sit here now, at the oars beside you Tristan, because i believe in my heart if anyone can succeed it is you my Prince." Celestae stopped there as heart felt emotions began to surface. Tristan's essence of saffron and incense filled her sense of smell. She allowed herself to imagine his lips gently pressed to hers. Imagining his hands upon her flesh as she often allowed as she lay in her bed at night. She loved her Prince as none other could. A secret amongst many she kept carefully hidden in the depths of her heart that ached for him.
"Thank you, Celestae, for showing me what you and others perceive of me. I would be lost without you at my side." Tristan then smiled that roguish smile of his, and they both laughed and the tension was gone. He allowed himself to fall in to rythm with the pace drum and felt the tension ease away as he pushed the oar forward then feeling it bite the water pull it back again. The exertion of it as his muscles contracted and relaxed aloud him to clear his mind of thoughts and doubts. He could smell the brine of the sea, feel the breeze upon his face and hear the waves lap caressingly against the haul and for awhile he was free of thought.
As the sun rose on the third day the Osprey sailed on its southeasterly course, Rolph watched three dark shapes on the horizon sailing towards them. "Ships off the starboard bow sailing hard under full sail Captain!" He warned the deck below. "It looks to be three Nicholae Merchantmen, flying the black and gold colors of the Golden Tusk pirate band."
"Look alive ye dogs, marines to the deck! Oarsmen to your stations, give us the ramming beat! Ready the catapults!'" the Captain shouted. Her wealth of coppery curls shimmering in the morning sun as she readied her crew. Her emerald eyes searched the horizon locating the ships bearing down upon them. "Archers, prepare to strafe their decks. Load the chains!! Bring down their mast then they will be ours. Captain Sandy had faith in her crews ability but this was would be their first real encounter, not one of the drills they had so quickly mastered.
Shardal and Tyrana manned the forward catapult, with the noisy recoil of the catapults arm, metal balls chained together, were launched into to the air spinning as they went. Seconds later a deafening crash came from the lead ship as her main mast came crashing down upon her deck killing many of its crew. It began to slow, no longer pushed by the wind.
On the port side Sorast, Sheldon, Bart, and Shea manned the twin catapults mounted there as they released the tension of those coiled arms with a resounding thump, the ship to port had her main mast cut into it fell straight down off of its stump before crashing forward from the pressure of the wind that still filled its large sails.
To the starboard side Shea, Maneya, Shane and Borin found similar success. All the while Ripley, Celestrae, and the others strafed the decks of the passing ships with wave after wave of deadly projectiles.
The Osprey skimmed gracefully across the waves to turn back on her pursuers bombarding them with arrows. One by one The decks were swept clear with arrows from the Ospreys crew. "Prepare to board marines, no pirate scum lives to see the setting of the sun." Sandy ordered waving her sabre like a conductors baton. "Let's see if ye bunch of dogs be worth your salt." She almost allowed her self to be proud of them but was veteran enough to know the battle was far from being done.
With Ripley and Celstrae commanding the archer's that worked to keep the decks swept clean, Prince Tristan and his faithful squire Sheldon, led the others onto the decks of the disabled ships. They would disappear below deck and sweep the ships clean. Celestae's heart began to pound in her chest each time Tristan led the marines below decks. Once she even discovered she was holding her breath awaiting him to reemerge on the deck. With each ship her beloved Prince and Sheldon entered they returned even bloodier and gore caked.
After each ship was secured the Osprey sailors began to strip the orc pirates and toss their naked bodies over board into the sea. They attached long ropes and towed the floundering vessel to the next one and dropped its anchor.
Their pitched battles had raged for several hours, allowing the high tide to push them in close to the shore of Ontillae. With great effort they brought the crippled Merchantmen into a nearby cove and anchored them side by side in its center. When all three had been anchored Sandy stood upon the deck of the center one giving orders. "Take those mooring ropes and lash them together. Tristan, Sheldon, and Shardal collect those sails and all the rigging and tackle from the mast you can salvage." Her wealth of coppery hair afire, as she pointed with her sabre, barking crisply, order after order. "Celestae, Wren, and Tyra coil those lines. Sebastian, Rolph, and Bart disable the rudder chains. Move!!! Lad and Lass alike, there be work to be done before we lose the sun. Kianna and Velonia see to everyone's wounds. Sorast, Adonai, Borin, and Maneya start lashing the pieces of those shattered mast together into one large raft. Lorrayne, Flint and the rest of you I want everything not nailed down moved here to the deck of the center ship. We had our fun mate's now comes the work, of reaping the rewards." Sandy rolled two barrels to the center of the deck with Xilanara's help they took stock of everything recovered. Only now did Captain Sandy Lallae dare to let out the pride she felt in this crew of green sailors and marines. She almost glowed with it as she remembered how responsive the Osprey had been to her guiding hands.
When every bolt of cloth, chest, barrel, and yard of sail had been inventoried and entered into the ships log of their Osprey. They finally took their meals and posted the watch. They spent that night anchored in the center of the cove. Just a few hundred yards from where they slept lay the shores of their home. All shared the same dream that night, A vast golden dragon raised its head from a ruined temple to look at them "Behold, the Prince, and his Lords and Ladies, have come home at last. Greetings and be well!"
A few hours before the dawn, sailors begin to scurry, in some chaotic dance. The mast creaked and the mainsail popped as the stiff breeze filled them. The great warship creaked, as she began to glide gracefully, toward the coast. Soon their voyage will at last come to an end. They were all wrestling with the fact that in less than an hour they will be home. Not just their birth home, but their ancestral home. How many times had they heard the stories, tales, and songs of the elders as they sat around the hearth telling them of a place that was but a dream to them. Ontillae, once a proud nation of strength, now, none know its fate. That, Tristan considered, is how he found himself with these loyal others taking a four-day trek upon the sea. As their Lord, he had done his best to outfitt the group with the very best. All he ask in return, was to bring Ontillae under one banner once more. Had he thought of everything, or if not, will it at least be enough.
The coast was coming more into view now, great mountains and ridges covered in vast forest. The ships crew now began to draw close the raft that is to be their bridge to the shore. The nervous nickers of the steeds came up to them from the hold below. Now, at last, the anchor is being dropped. The ship groans in protest, as she slows to a stop, the sailors gather the sails. The Osprey, parallel to the coast now anchored at both fore and aft. Tristan and his honor guard stand to the side as gangplanks were lowered to the raft while sailors scurried to erect the small corral on the beach. The blindfolded steeds were led one, by one, down to the raft, below.
Water flowed over the side as Tristam made his way to shore. Within an hour he and his honor guard have been deposited upon the sandy beach of the cove. The first light of the day revealed the low mist that hugged the ground around the ancient cypress and cedar trees. Quietly, he dressed in his fine suit of elven chain and belted his long sword over top. Small hands fasten his cloak to his shoulders. The fragrance of lavender and honeysuckle told him it was Celestae. He turned slowly and touched his forehead to hers. "We are home at last," he whispered to her as he drew her into an embrace and inhaled deeply as if her essence would give him courage. "I thought, we might never reach these shores, and I would not have, if you had not been there by my side. Thank you, my beautiful Celestae." Tristan then tilted her chin up to him and kissed her gently in the last moments of the predawn light then running his fingers gently over her cheek he turned to help hitch the small wagon.
Celestae trying hard not to let her knees buckle, smiled a soft smile of satisfaction. Savoring the fire his lips had brought gentl to her own. For in that single kiss she knew Tristan was forever hers. Setting aside all the titles, the man she had grown to love as she educated him, had come to her, on his own terms and kissed her at last. She sighed one silent sigh of joy then slung her bow over one shoulder and moved with the others into the shadows of the tree line.
Sheldon scouting ahead held up one hand to halt them, and all ears strained to hear the first hint of danger. Softly, at first, then getting louder as it approached came the sound of many footsteps. Soon the guttural language of the orcs could be heard. They tied off their steeds and silently knocked their bows, as the morning sun soon revealed they were less than twenty paces from an ancient nearly overgrown road. Silently, they whispered the word "duaithnigh" and they blended completely with their surroundings. Moments later a loose column of orcs appeared moving with haste up the debris clogged road. When the rear of the column came into sight They released volley after volley of arrows. In less than an hour the column lay dead in the road. Shardal and Sorast moved through the dead and the wounded cutting throats as they went. The others began dragging them from the road and striped them depositing their armor, weapons and miscellaneous into their small wagon for later inspection. They gathered leaves and dirt to cover the blood on the road and then silently leading their mounts moved out onto the road and followed it east.
Near mid-day Ripley came running, effortlessly, down the road and reported. "There is a vast meadow ahead and a ruin in a grove of oaks. The road is better for at least a way." She bent down and scraped at the road revealing the great granite blocks that lay beneath the clutter and debris. "I would advise, my Prince, checking this ruin, before we move on. Else an unseen force strike at our rear catching us unawares." She finished rising once more. Her eyes moss colored stared into his as she awaited his command.
"Sheldon, Celestae, and Wren come with Ripley and I. There is a ruin ahead between the road and the sea, we will go check it out. The rest of you, mount up and move along the road, with caution. We may be coming back to you in a hurry, so be ready and alert." Tristan ordered as he mounted to follow Ripley. They rode forward approaching as close as they dared. "Dismount" he softly told them as they neared the grove. "We shall leave our mounts picketed here and continue on foot."
They moved silently, through the grove and soon could tell this ruin had been almost temple like. On the ground scattered about the Temple lay shield sized thick golden scales. The breeze off of the ocean whispered through the tall oaks. Then a huge beast that could only be a Dragon appeared from the ruins of the temple. It flapped its wings once as if stretching. A strong smell of saffron and incense filled the air.
"So you have come home at last, it could be a thing of good or perhaps not. We shall see. Yes, we shall see, it has been long since Ontillae was one nation, long indeed. Such chaos has there been, such utter chaos. I care not for it. Re-sling thy bows and unhand thine sword hilts, lest I become annoyed so soon, with thee. Know, I could end thy life with ease. So try not my patience for I am hungry and quite irritable. I serve mine own ends but must admit, that seeing that you all have come is such a splendid thing. My name in the Elven tongue is Elerriniar most call me Errinar in the common. Look for a elderly man named Kalix in the town of Breezae." The great Dragon leaned his head down closer to them, his scales reflecting the sun like polished sheets of gold. He then exhaled his breath towards them and the scent of incense filled the air. Elerrinar paused momentarily to scratch his neck on the ruins of the temple he had risen from. His storm blue eye watching and studying these long awaited new comers. Then his irritation sated he turned once more to them." This was my own temple, one might say it has fallen into disrepair of late. I honor my vow as do mine kindred. The once proud nation of Ontillae boasted twenty and three cities in years past. Today all but one still stand. The twenty-third, Teaghlacae hath sunk below the surface of Lake Isil. Gone from the eyes and memories of most who live. It may one day rise up from the depths, if my kindred and I agree that it should be so. For now there is no king and so there shall be no Capital. Know, there are allies to be had. Have I not laid silent in the ruins of mine temple and allowed thee to come ashore? Have I not let thee live, have I not given thee a name in Breezae? I thought as much. I have much invested in this grand venture. Lets us say, I will be rather put out, if it does not sprout, bloom, and bear sweet fruit, very put out indeed." Once more, Elerrinar paused momentarily, to scratch his neck on the ruins. A bright golden scale fell to the ground with a crash. He made a deep purring sound of satisfaction and spoke yet more. "Take up these scales where I have shed them and in a niche on the dais is a chest that holds an ancient text. Take up with you that book and theses scales as my gift. Now I hunt and you must to Breezae." He stretched forward once more arching his back then bunching his muscles He leaped into the air above them and with two wing beats was sailing out over the vast Meadow.
They stood there for a time wondering at what had just transpired. Then Tristan spoke "Wren can you get the others and have them bring the wagon. We will start gathering the scales." He smiled when he noticed Celestae had already went catlike into the cool depths of the temple in search of the Tome. It was a short walk to the horses, and he and Ripley retrieved them and tied them nearby. They had gathered nearly fifty of the discarded scales before they moved back out to the road.
As dusk began to draw near, the granite walls of Breezae appeared in the distance. Evidence, that they, had once been whitewashed, could still be seen. Though, several decades have probably past since the last coat. Breezae appeared to be built on a large sheltered harbor. Tristan made note of the few ships of size that were present as they descend towards the great iron gates. Few people were outside the city gates. The ones that were appeared to be hurrying towards the gates. Perhaps they close at dark Tristan considered, before he addressed his Guard "Look sharp, lets make a good first impression." Moments later they sat tall in their saddles and formed up close. As they closed the ground to the massive gates at a canter. The little company slowed as they entered, the great warhorses knowing their duties begin picking up their feet and almost setting them down in time like a melody, these highly trained steeds began to prance through the gates. When the last two passed inside, the huge gate slammed shut with a metallic boom. Continuing on, Tristan took notice of the three portcullises that slammed down behind them and yet another great iron gate slammed shut as well. The massive walls must be at least ninety feet thick at the base and nearly fifty foot high. Watch towers were spread out along its entire snaking length and extend about five hundred feet out into the bay.
The sounds of townfolk coming home and smells or roast pork and fresh breads filled the air. A huge man in full plate armor with a stern business like look set upon his face rode toward them. Behind him came a full company of soldiers. As he came near, he held up his hand, making a fist. With one last loud step they obeyed the signal to halt.
"Welcome Lords and Ladies, I hope you come in peace. We have enough trouble outside these walls, we need none from within. Do I make mine point clear? Do not make me regret having the watch hold the gate for you. Unless you have a question we must relieve the mid wall," the warrior supplied. His armor was spotless as was that of the troops he led.
Sheldon rode a bit closer his bearing that of a skilled warrior. His golden eyes searching for any hint of trouble, coming to a stop near the warrior. "Good Sir, we have come not seeking trouble only food and shelter. Can you direct us to a nice inn? he inquired. All the while not letting his gaze drop from that of the one he questioned.
Finally, having taken their measure to his satisfaction he allowed a smile to touch his stern face." Go straight as you are, in the market square turn right, The Prancing Unicorn should accommodate the lot of you. They have the best rooms, ale, and stables in all of Breezae. Not to mention that I know the owner. Tell them, that Captain Talon sent you, perhaps the bartender will serve you a free round " With that he opened his hand, and his men snapped to attention, he held up two fingers, and they filed by the small company to either side in columns of two, heading off towards the city walls.
Tristan, was intrigued by how many people were staring out the windows of their granite block houses, laid off in rows. He made a mental note of the sad and melancholy face he saw. Ahead a sign read Oakdale way and most of the connecting streets were named for trees, Cyprus, Maple, Elm and Hickory he noted. A huge marble encased building stood before them, a set of adamantine doors led into a courtyard of green cobble stone. In its center stood a great fountain with a marble unicorn rearing up on its hind legs. Stables lay off to either side. The one to the left appeared to be empty. Just then a young man appeared and asked, "May we stable your fine mounts for you, my Ladies and Lords? If thou art staying the night we will groom, water, and feed them. It is all in the price of your room."
"Thank you, kind Sir", Lady Celestae greeted and handed him her reins. Soon the others dismounted as well waiting patiently as more stable hands emerged to take their mounts. "Shall we go in my Prince?" she inquired, offering him her hand. Tristan readily offered her his arm, and they climbed the stairs and entered. As they entered the great hall, their senses filled with the fragrant aroma of fresh cooked food,. More than just one stomach growled in anticipation. The marble hall and main room was full of padded booths and great tables of mahogany with down cushioned arm chairs. A beautiful gold haired hostess motions them to such a table. As soon as they all had taken their seats food in abundance emerged from the kitchens and was placed before them. Roasted ham, beef, and chicken fried, breads, rolls, and pastries. Followed by numerous fruits, nuts, and vegetables of all types. At each silver place setting was a pewter tankard of honeyed ale, a chalice of fine red wine, and crystal goblets of water. Numbered keys to rooms lay upon their napkins, even pipes and tobacco had been provided for them. The gold haired hostess paused to gauge their reaction, as she studied each in kind. Satisfied with their first impression that registered there, she gave them a warm smile. Her emerald eyes sparkling, like jewels, against her golden skin." Good Lords and Ladies, welcome to the Prancing Unicorn. Your envoy arrived this morning and rented the west side stable and your rooms. I hope they will all be satisfactory. It is rare that we have ever rented so many rooms for a month at a time. He said to tell you his name was Elerrinar, and that Kalix wouldst meet thee here in six days. Each of you have been assign with a groom for thy horse. They will also act as your page. My name is Astrid Talon. I am a daughter of Captain Talon, of the City Watch. I am the Prancing Unicorn's proprietress, if your groom can not answer your questions feel free to ask me. Your baths will be waiting for you in your rooms." Then, as quickly as she had appeared, she was off into the kitchens.
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"It would appear my Prince," Ripley remarked, "not only are we welcome here, but we seem to have a dragon as a benefactor. Perhaps, it might be best, if we spend the first part of the day tomorrow exploring the town and people themselves. We are sort of outsiders here and it might be best if we learn some lessons from the common people. In my experience as a Ranger I have always found it useful.
"I noticed a couple ships in the port when we came in if they have ships why has there been no word from here in so long?" Sheldon pointed out. "Is something keeping ships from getting in and out. If so, we must find a way to neutralize it. Sandy and the Osprey are still out there in that cove with those three crippled pirate ships. If trade, for the most part, is stale here, those goods we found in the hold may be of use to these people.
"Good point Sheldon,"Tyrana acknowledged. This was once a beautiful city and a powerful Duchy. I have seen the faded remnants of the whitewash on the city walls and many of the building here within. Almost every house had at one time a beautiful garden though most, are little more, than an overgrown tangle of wilds currently. We must find a way to bring the populace around. We as nobles are nothing if our people do not have pride in themselves and their homes. If we are truthful with ourselves, we are only as great as the people we govern." Her hair danced like a coppery fire around her noble face.
Celestae looked up from her wine glass and added her observations." This, is indeed not the same proud Duchy, Sheldon and I sailed from all those decades ago. The litter filled market square we passed through this evening with its rotting crates and piles of garbage was a sad sight to behold. When we sailed from here, it was filled with brightly colored booth's. The streets we rode in on were spotless. Each house had its own sort of majesty about it. It is, almost, as if the people had given up, when word of Tristan's family reached them. I think, we must start and hope they are inspired by us. We are done without the support of the people. Some us should start cleaning up in various areas of the city. I think curiosity will bring the people out. They will talk to us just to see what is going on. We have come along way to give these people back their life. By the gods they have to want it too.
The gold haired hostess rose from a nearby booth where she had been sitting with some of her Elder patrons." I have in the storehouse, out back, a few dozen long tables we use to set up in the square for festivals and the like. The whole town would come and bring dishes of food. What if you tell them that a special party is going to be thrown there this week end. That may get some out just to relive for one day Breezae's golden years. I was just sitting with a few of the town council member's, and they asked what about having a Breezae Day Festival they can move amongst the people and spread the word. Our sad Duchy has not celebrated anything of note, in such a very long time. Rest assured if you are out there making preparation at the very least it might shame them into helping." she then blushed slightly. "I really did not mean to eavesdrop, much." She admitted, blushing even deeper.
"Eavesdrop anytime if you can come up with solutions like that. Let us all follow that plan then and spend the day out in the city. I know, we are all tired, lets bathe and get ready for a longer day tomorrow. "Tristan told them, and slid his chair back to help Celestae from her seat. "I shall meet you all here about dawn. Sleep well my friends for we are Home"
Tristan, dressed in his leather britches and green tunic. Moved to stand on the balcony of his room. This, he mused, was a special day for him. This would be the first time he watched the sun rise in his homeland. The ritual that he had always observed alone he shared this morning as he looked and saw the others of his guard also watching the coming of the sun. With a regretful sigh, he turned and went down stairs to join the others for breakfast. They left the table in two's and three's and made their way out into the city. Celestae, Sheldon, and Ripley went with him to the town square. Empty and dilapidated crates and barrels were everywhere. They moved to one corner near the Watch's central barracks and began dragging crates and rolling barrels to the center of the square. A few young boys ask what they were doing and disappeared. Without a word some of the off duty watch came out and began to help.
A wagoner, on his way out of town, stopped his team and watched for a time. He released his brake and urged his team to the mound of growing refuse. He locked his wheels and climbed down, going to a side box he withdrew several hammers and pry bars. And began to disassemble the various crates and barrels. Some better barrels he slid the reusable stave's into. The bad and rotten stave's he threw into the back of his wagon. The good boards he stacked in piles according to length and soon others grabbed up tools and helped, prying lose boards and knocking nails out of them. The rotted and decayed boards he threw in his wagon. He took the old lumber to the soap maker who thanked him with genuine sincerity. After a brief exchange, he gave the wagoner several stout wide brooms and a few shovels. They shook hands and the wagoner returned to the square. Giving the brooms to some of the young boys and girls who began to sweep from the outside inward to the center. He loaded his barrels of stave almost filling his wagon and took them to the cooper who filled his wagon with new barrels in exchange. The wagoner then went down to the water front and got some of the dockworkers to help him fill the barrels with water. These he took to the square and poured on the once colorful cobble stones and began to scrub at them with one of the brooms while others used his wagon to fetch more water from the sea. By noon, when Tristan and friends returned to have lunch the square was three quarters clean. They reported to the others about their progress.
Tyrana, Sorast, and Shardal reported they had gone out with the woodsmen and managed to harvest several deer and a few boars which Lady Astrid had agreed to prepare for Breezae day.
Spring, Adonae, Rolph, and Sebastian reported they had begun to renew the whitewash on the granite store fronts along the main street to the Square. As well as sweeping the street clean of dirt and debris.
Wren, Kiannia, and Valonia had spent their morning trimming hedges weeding flower beds and setting gardens to order. The wood was being collected by the woodsman and cut into useful lengths.
Bart, Leahae, Shea, and Borin had borrowed a couple ladders from Lady Astrid and went out and cleaned all the globes of the oil streetlight's. Next they had purchased several bags of glass marbles and cast the endless light spell or Solas Leanunach on each one, slightly modified of course. They had added the word Geal, to the words of the incantation, thus producing forever burning very bright lamps, without the smoke.
Maneya, Shane, Flinton, and Lorrayne had been down at the waterfront and had hired several small fishing boats and begin to skim the dead fish and other unsightly and smelly things from the harbor. They left some coins in the taverns for any patron to drink on that helped clean up the waterfront.
Lorrayne drank from her tankard, her gold braids done up in the fashion of her people. The Dwarves, spoke in a hushed tone. "I found out that there are chains across the bay keeping ships from coming in or out. The old salt I talked to said, they are controlled from the lighthouse's. But he told me the orcs have been in control of them for decades. He also informed me, the central light house is said to have an evil red drake living in it." She refilled her tankard and continued. "We have to regain those light houses to open the port. The eastern and western ones are outside the walls and the central one is on an island that protects the port from the Sea. This old gaffer says, there is a tunnel under the bay, that connect them. He informed me that, my people cut the passages about fifteen hundred years ago. The only way to open the harbor is to take them again." She concluded drinking deep from her tankard.
Flinton usually silent added, "I got the same story from an old Dwarf that helped forge the chains. He told me that even if a ship could build up enough speed and go over the chain, it would either flop over on onside or the other, or rip its rudder off and be smashed against the rocks." He wiped the droplets of ale from his beard "so it would seem our only option is to take them by force.
"Sheldon, will you go see if Captain Talon will join us? We may need support," the rest sat and finished their meal in silence. Tristan now must put his small band in danger yet again. He looked across to a padded arm chair where Celestae sat studying the ancient tome Elerriniar had given them. His heart ached just thinking of putting her in that kind of danger. A short time later Sheldon returned with Captain Talon.
"Captain, we have discovered that the port is sealed, and we must evict the residents of the lighthouse's in order to open it again. My force is small but highly trained. I need your assistance my Lord. We will assault the eastern light house and make our way to the others. What I need from you is support. I can not spare the people to cover our rear and to catch any flushed out on the far side. Can you spare enough men to cover the Eastern lighthouse and the western one? I want anything that we flush out killed. There are to be no prisoners. Will you help us?" Tristan asked the gruff Captain of the watch.
"Know, Prince, I have known who you are since we met on the street. I watched today as you gave Breezae something they had not dared to hope for, a chance to live again." As your Captain it is my place to point out the dangers, and to remind you, that if you are lost all this has been for nothing. That having been said, as a military man I know we are isolated and only by the opening of the port, will we ever have any real hope. Yes, my Prince. I will turn out most of the guard and the knights to give you the slimiest of chances. I take it you wish to attempted it in the morning then?" He inquired, never relaxing that stiff military bearing he had. "Between us, my Prince, I feel a leaders place is with the men and women he commands. As your Captain, I cannot approve. As a fellow leader of warriors you have my full support and approval.
"I do, and i agree Captain Talon. If, we manage against all odds to do it, then will we truly have something to celebrate on Breezae day. I have a warship parked in Elerriniar's cove. We also have in our possession three Merchantmen that were formerly Pirate. They took it upon themselves to welcome us, upon our arrival. I cannot leave them anchored there forever. We must open the port. Other warships are being built, as we speak in far off Nicholae, at the Ontillaen Naval Enclave there. Without that port, they will have no known safe harbor on these shores. They are building with all haste, but it is for naught if they can not join with us. So you see I must open the port." Tristan explained. "I explain myself to you, so you do not think, I act out of rashness, be assured I act out of necessity. I realize I gamble all but if we do not try we still fail. So it is all or nothing. I will meet you an hour before dawn by the eastern lighthouse. I shall leave you then, to make your preparations Captain, and thank you.
Captain Talon nodded his head and then unexpectedly brought his right fist up to ring off his breast plate in salute. He turned and went immediately to see to his men and call out his knights. "I hope I live to get to know this stern warrior" Tristan said more to himself than anyone else. He rose and walked to where Celestae sat explaining some passages to Flinton before giving him the book. He watched as Flinton wagged a finger at Lorrayne and the two dwarves disappeared out the door. "The rest of us lets see to our gear. I will meet you all in the courtyard when the moon is highest."
His little company set about making their preparation. As the moon began to rise near her highest point, he belted on his sword, slung his bow and made his way down to the courtyard to join his company. They sat in a circle, quickly he covered the distance and joined them. Lady Astrid came out and sat a tankard and small pot by each of them. The small company paired off. Sheldon had no one to pair with so Astrid sat beside him. When the moon had reached her highest They picked up their tankards and entwined arms and drank. Then they spilled a bit upon the ground and looked skyward. In unison, they spoke the words of the ancient death prayer their oath their acknowledgment of each other and saying their goodbye. "Mathair ghealach eisteacht lenar mhionn Trodai, bhraithre, cara, do chuid fola le haghaidh dom agus mo chuid fola ar do shon till cheile againn sa teach na marbh." then they dipped their fingers in the small pots and painted a death mask on the one they had paired with. They drank once more and moved silently to the east gate and out into the night.
A young stable boy looked at his mistress, as she stood there in the pale moonlight with a green death mask painted upon her face and asked "Mistress Astrid, what was those words they spoke? I have never heard them before they made me sad."
"They renewed their oath's, their friendship and said goodbye to each other. For surely, some will not return. The words in the common tongue are simply: Mother moon hear our oath, Warrior, kinsmen, friend, your blood for me and my blood for you till we meet in the house of the dead." She put an arm around the young human as he wept with her in the light of the moon.
The small company silently glided through the hemlock forest and emerged near Captain Talon's amassed force. Not stopping, they moved unseen in the shadows to the eastern light house. The few sentries the orcs had posted died clutching the arrow shafts that protrude from their throat. Tristan led them into the interior of the structure. There quick work was made of the two dozen sleeping orcs. They never woke again as Shardal and Tyrana moved about the room killing them in their sleep. Ripley and Shane cleared the upper levels before returning to the company below. Ripley looked at Tristan, held up four of her fingers and then drew her thumb across her throat.
Borin found a hidden latch in an alcove and motioned for them as he entered a stairwell and descended with Bart close behind. The stair led downward sixty feet before opening into an almost circular tunnel continuing down. The small company moved in pairs with bows at the ready. They encountered the occasional sentry but Borin and Bart took them down. Running to catch them to muffle the fall. Just up ahead the tunnel began to curve upward. In the cool darkness before them fire light flickered. The pair glanced around the corner, then signaled a halt. Cautiously they moved around the corner and took perhaps two steps when the floor collapsed beneath them. They made a muffled noise, there was a splash, and they died. Maneya and Shane moved cautiously where the floor had opened and wretched as they seen the remains of their comrades floating in a pool of acrid smelling acid. They moved against the sides and skillfully side stepped their way past the deadly trap, followed by the others.
The company came to a set of double doors, though they had searched for traps when Maneya and Shane opened the doors they were engulfed in flames. Soon as the flames died down Rolph moved to drag them away and was knocked backwards by a large scaled blood red head. The company found themselves divided by a massive reptilian visage. They swung great over hand strokes and thrust with all their might. The drake suffered deep cuts and punctures all along its vulnerable neck. Finally, forced to retreat, back into it's lair. It roared in frustration as the company moved back to the east side of the doorway. Maneya and Shane did not move. Rolph was bleeding from his nose and ears. "When you are ready, my Prince, I shall lead the charge" he managed with a wheezing gurgle." Help me to my feet, my Prince."
Tristan, with tears welling in his eyes, nodded helping Rolph to his feet. The company followed Rolph's charge. He ran straight at the injured Dragon and thrust his sword with all his might and his dying breath into the left eye. There was a sickening pop sounding through the room when Rolph slumped to the floor. The great wyrm roared out in pain allowing just enough time for the company to surround it spacing themselves evenly about it. They advanced only to retreat as the great Wyrm struck with its claws and teeth. Ripley and Sorast were knocked across the room with its great wing buffets, Xilanara was hit with its tail spikes and laid crumbled in the floor Kiannia, Wren, and Sebastian shot arrow after arrow at the great beast before managing to blind its other eye. Shardal and Adonai were knocked from their feet as the blind beast flailed its wings. Leahae was crushed beneath a great taloned paw. Flinton and Lorrayne seeing their chance ran up the tail and holding on to ridge spikes with one hand as they began to sink their axes into the great wyrm's spine. Shea, Celestae and Tristan hacked at the underside of the tree trunk neck puncturing the wind pipe even as Loraynne and Flinton severed the spinal cord. With one last twist the beast exhaled and collapsed. Upon the bloody floor.
Spring and Tyrana were doing all in their power to stop the bleeding wounds of what remained of their dwindling company. They gathered all their members of their members both living and dead and collapsed exhausted in a small alcove to one side. Tears streaked their blood bathed faces and for a time none dared to try and speak as they fought to come to terms with their losses and their grief.
Rolph, Xilanara, Leahae, lay dead nearby, Shane and Maneya lay scorched in the hall, and Bart and Borin lay partial dissolved in the tunnel where they had managed to drag them using a rope. The small company lay exhausted and greatly reduced. None had come this far unscathed, Tristan realized, his cracked rib was testimony to that, but even those lightly injured would always carry the scars of their friends deaths. Those are the wounds that never truly heal, and time can never erase.
"Everyone drink, and check each other over well." Tristan ordered finally breaking the awful silence as he handed Celestae his water skin. "Stay alert, remember, we are not alone here." He then removed the cloaks from his friends and covered them. As he did he silently apologized for their fate and thanked them. His heart was breaking, as he turned to those who remained. "If you have your breath we must move on, else they have time to organize against us. I am tired of loosing friends. I think it is time we finish this." He helped the seriously injured to their feet. He had to snap them from this before melancholy and despair could set in eroding the last of their confidence. "I have the lead, lets move," He added and quickly moved ahead not willing to lose another member of guard, his friends. He fought back the aching in his heart lest it consumed him.
Tristan found the stairs in the back corner, of the large hall, that served as the dragon's lair. Silently he moved to a door at the top and listened he heard the guttural language of foul orcs somewhat distant. He worked the latch and eased open the door. He motioned for Ripley and Celestae to check the upper levels of the lighthouse. As he and Tyrana checked the ground floor. They encountered a shaman, and the chief ,as they stood looking to the west, with two well-placed swings their decapitated bodies fell to the floor. Ripley and Celestae encountered one Guard at the very top of the lighthouse on the balcony. He slumped forward and fell over the side as Celestae kicked its reeking unwashed body from her blade. From their vantage point the two quickly took out the well spread out sentries on the island. They watched as Tristan and Tyrana made a quick sweep of the island finishing off the wounded sentries.
They returned and made their way back down the concealed stairs as Tristan and Tyrana released the great winches holding the chains taught across the harbors entrances. With a deep rumbling sound the great wheels spun as slack was fed to the chains, and they sagged downward into the depths of the bay.
With Tristan in the lead, followed by Celestae, they managed to surprise a small patrol. Hastely, the orcs tried to run back up the tunnel falling into an acid bath like the one that had claimed Bart and Borin. In their rush they forgot to move to the sides of the walls. The two in back in such a hurry to get away followed the first two into the acid. Tristan stood at the pools edge with the fire of rage rising in him he cut their hands off as they tried to grab the edge of the trap to escape the acid. He stood unmoving till they were dead. Satisfied he led the remainder of his diminished company onward. They took down another large patrol of a dozen with their bows before coming to the final stairs. The door had been left open, so they rushed into the room killing the score or so that stood looking at the soldiers massed outside. Ripley and Celestae killed three on the balcony above and lit the beacon and set it in motion.
Cheers rang out from the massed troops on either side of the bay. Knights came forward and helped the injured and accompanied Tristan, Celestae, Sheldon, and Ripley back into the tunnels with make shift litters to carry their lost comrades back to the city. Tristan had Captain Talon post ten knights and fifty soldiers at the western lighthouse. He then led his friends back the way they had come. Ripley and Sheldon lit the center lighthouse beacon setting it in motion before rejoining Tristan and Celestae. Finally, they came out in the eastern lighthouse and lit the beacon and started it in motion. Tristan spoke briefly with Captain Talon. "Post ten knights, and fifty soldiers here to secure this end please Captain. Tomorrow we can discuss what to do. For now, I will go to mourn my friends, and the price we paid here has taken its toll on us. Please send word to the ships in Elerrinar's Cove and Tell Captain Sandy I said she can come home now."
Uncharacteristic of such a seasoned warrior, Lord Talon took a moment alone atop the eastern light house to openly weep for his Prince and the remainder of his bodyguard. Their numbers nearly halved now, such a price they had paid for people they had never met till a few short days ago. He realized they could have request for troops to accompany them, by rights Tristan could have ordered them. Then he realized why he had not. They had felt, either due to their long absence from their homeland or because they felt they needed to earn the peoples respect that to take them alone was their only recourse. Though the price was so dear they had succeeded and Breezae was once more free.
Tristan was surprised to find the rest of his company waited for him at the east gate. They took up their fallen comrades and carried them through the streets, every knee bowed as they passed in respect for the fallen heroes. A pavilion in the deepest black and draped in purple had been erected in the town square.
With much sadness the rest of the company returned to the Prancing Unicorn. Lady Astrid had draped the door in purple and black out of respect. She still wore the green paint of her death mask. "I had your bath's drawn for you. Father sent ahead the news. I will have food ready when you decide to eat something. Know, one and all, I mourn as deeply as you for those lost. Let me know If I can do anything for you. I will send word when your ships arrive my Prince." Lady Astrid curtsied and went to the kitchens. She knelt in a small pantry and wept as the sight of Tristan and what remained of his company filled her mind. Such pain of loss was in their eyes. Covered almost head to toe in blood and other vile things. She forced herself to regain control of her emotion and went to clean any bloody footsteps they might have left herself.
"Everyone, go get you bath's and see those wounds are cleaned and tended. I will join you later for the evening meal." Tristan no longer able to talk offered Celestae his arm and, they went upstairs. He had to escape the eyes of his friends before his grief incompasatated him. He had to appear strong for them, so they had someone, something they could cling too. The weight of it made it difficult for him to lift his feet as he climbed the stairs to their apartments above.
When they entered his room and closed the door he dropped to his knees and wept. Celestae wept with him as she cradled his head to her. They wept till their were no more tears left in them. Finally, exhaustion left them there, in each others arms collapsed and bloody on the floor.
Some hours later, they took their baths, dressed in leather britches and their utility green tunics and went down to join the others for the evening meal. Tristan looked around the large table and his diminished number of companions. His heart lurched and tears welled in his eyes threatening to undo him here and now. Taking a long deep drink of the fire mead he forced them away and made his rounds checking the injuries of his friends. Captain Sandy came in just as he sat down "My Prince, the Osprey and the crippled Merchant men are moored securely at the wharves." I regret my tardiness, but I stopped by the pavilion to say my last words to my marines." She stated fighting the trembling in her pouting lips and the tears welling in her eyes. She wore all black britches and tunic. "They were yours my Prince, but they were mine too. I could not be prouder of all of you."
Sheldon rose and wrapped her in his great arms just holding her for a moment then pulled out the chair next to him and helped Sandy into it. He gave her an understanding smile and watched her bearing and manner return to her "Did you have much trouble getting the cripples into the harbor and up to the docks?" He asked her changing the subject for the benefit of all. His dark eyes staring intently at the fire haired Captain giving her a focal point.
"We managed, once we got the lumbering cows into the port we anchored them and used teams of horses to pull them up to the quay. Captain Talon sent down a detachment of the watch to keep the curious away." she smiled, as she stared into those dark eyes. " I think, we may want to look into the vast Naval Enclave here in Breezae, it is at those docks we moored the pirates and the Osprey. The crew was cleaning a couple of the barracks when I left."
"I can lend a hand tomorrow afternoon," Sheldon offered as he poured her a tankard of the fire ale before refilling his own. "Tristan, what do you think about seeing if we can find a couple folks to act as our proxies and manage some booths in the market Square? We have the crew of the Osprey here now, so we should be able to build some booths and fill them from the holds of those pirates we captured."
"I think, that may be a good idea." He stopped to consider it as he took a deep draw from his tankard. "We can use the revenue to fund ourselves here. Celestae will you go get Lady Astrid for us? Also send a page to Captain Talon, tell him I would like to speak with him as soon as he can join us." He finished looking up to see a couple men approaching them. He recognized one of them as the wagoner that helped in the market. "Greetings gentlemen how may I help you?" He inquired.
"I am Terrance, my lord, I have spoken with some of the folks here in town, and they want to gift you and your friends with seven blocks of marble for statuary of your fallen friends. We wanted to thank you all for what you folks have done for Breezae. We really do not know who you folks are, but we know nobles when we sees them. The others choose me to speak for them for some reason. I guess on account of my helping you in the market square and all. Sorry your Lordship, I am rambling on like a fishwife down to the docks. Its just, we do not want your friends or their sacrifice to be forgotten as many important things often all. I guess that is all we came to say ain't it Alvin?" The wagoner looked to his friend.
"That pretty much covers it Terrance. We jest wanna thank you and let ya know were not ungrateful." The man with thinning hair and a portly belly added. He hoped that it was not to clear neither he nor Terrance had much if any experience dealing with nobles. That aside they felt they had to do something for these new comers to show they were not ungratefull it was important to them and the rest of the folks here in Breezae.
"I thank you gentlemen, on behalf of all of us. Your gift is greatly appreciated you have touched our hearts with you brotherly gift. Please convey our sincere thanks to the people responsible." Tristan stood and shook both their hands. This small gesture on their part spoke volumes about his people even if they did not know they were his people. He turned to a barmaid and asked, "will you be sure these two and their friends are fed and given all the ale they can drink good lady?" She nodded, and showed them to a booth near the bar.
Lady Astrid and Celestae came out of the kitchens about the same time as the page came in with Captain Talon. "Please join us," Tristan invited. He waited for them to be seated. " I am sorry, for my abruptness to you all, today. I am, unaccustomed to the loss of friends and must admit, to you all, my grief did make me short. It is our navy's custom to bury our dead with the rising of the sun the day after their demise. I would like to bury them on the isle of the central lighthouse. The ground the light houses sit on belongs to the Duke does it not?" he inquired.
"It does, my Prince, according to law all of Breezae belongs to you and your family." Captain Talon informed him. "Even though, you have not been crowned, that is still your land to do with as you see fit." The stern Captain replied.
Tristan nodded, then continued," Then at dawn I would like to take my friends down to the waterfront district and place them on the Osprey and sail out to the isle and bury them where they can forever stand watch over us and the sea that brought us home. Know, as a members of my Honor Guard they were the truest knights of the realm. I would look kindly on it if you could provide a knight escort for them as is their right. Then I would ask both of you and the escort to board the Osprey and Sail out with us. We will be gone most of the day i fear we still have the task of cleaning up to finish. But I want to care for my friends who shed their blood for us first. We will be armored for battle as we were when they were with us."
Almost at the same time father and daughter said "It is our honor to be present." Tristan studied them taken into account the family resemblance then mentally compared their face to the one he knew so well that of Celestae. Finally, he dismissed the whole idea from his mind and excused himself to return to his room. Slowly he managed to undress his muscles screaming in protest at each excursion. With difficulty, he lowered himself to the softness of the great bed and surrendered himself to a deep dreamless sleep.
A few hours before dawn Celestae came to Tristans chambers. Together, they went down to the main room, joining the others, where they broke their fast in silence, then went to the Market square. Seven white carts waited with their friends. Knights in polished armor stood guard, two in front and two behind each cart. Tristan and his guard moved to the front where he issued the command "Home to the Sea." Then he pointed his sword to the waterfront they began to move. As they rode down the gentle incline, the people of Breezae, stood holding candles as the procession moved by them, they knelt. With a stately pace they crossed to the central pier and dismounted. The knights lifted the coffins they had escorted and carried them onto the deck of the Osprey. "To the Isle" Tristan ordered just as the first rays of light painted the water gold. With a steady beat of the drum the oars bit into the golden surface and the Osprey jumped forward. They reached the small dock of the Isle and the procession exited the Osprey and solemnly climbed to its summit. Sailors from the Osprey stood with their cutlasses drawn as the knights that bore them lowered them into the final resting place, that the Osprey's crew members had prepared. Tristan walked to the front with Captain Sandy, and they spoke in unison "Great was thy service, great was thy deeds, now take your great rest, for great are our memories of thee." Tristan removed the cutlass from atop each casket and turned laying them in Sandy's outstretched arms. "Their service is done, my Captain, they are at rest." Sheldon and Celestae then came forward and removed the cloaks that covered them and folded it. They lay them in Tristan's out stretched arms. Then speaking in unison they said "They are home my Prince, their service is done, they are at rest." Captain Talon came forth and spoke "Rest peaceful, ye knights of Breezae, Marines oaths are fulfilled, Your service is done, you are home at last." As the sailors covered the fallen with earth, overhead a great voice roared "Your service is done Lords and Ladies, rest well, for you are home" then he belched forth a great plume of flame seven times before flying out to sea and out of sight.
When they had covered them the small group stood reminiscing about their friends for a time before entering the light house and starting the gruesome task before them Sandy ferried the knights back to the wharf and returned with hand carts, crates, and barrels. Lady Astrid accompanied them along with their father and went below to where the carcass of the great beast lay. To the astonishment of all those assembled they clasp hands and spoke in Draconic and the beast massive body appeared on the surface above near the open sea.
Celestae and the two Dwarves, Lorrayne and Flinton began the grisly task of collecting cask of its blood and skinning the beast. They then opened its gullet and recovered several pails full of twinkling gemstones. The horns and ridge spines were removed as well as the spikes of its tail. Several hundred great blood-red scales from the chamber and the sight of their gruesome task, were all loaded and taken to the Naval enclave and placed in one of the massive granite storehouse. Then the carcass with great effort was given to the sea.
The orcs were all gathered stripped and burnt, large crates were filled with the gold, silver and copper coins of the hoard. Other items such as fine swords and armor, and masterly crafted candelabra's, jewelry, and jewels were placed in trunks taken up and loaded on the ship. A hidden room of scrolls tomes and books were discovered and crated. They loaded the weapons armor and various items found into crates and ferried them to the Enclave.
They proceeded to the western lighthouse and continued their work. Tristan discussed in great length with Captain Talon, and Flinton the construction of a wooden palisade to act as temporary extensions of the city wall to incorporate and surround the mainland light houses. The items collected were taken by wagon to the Enclave. The sun began to set as they completed their task at the eastern lighthouse.
The discussion that night, at the Prancing pony was lengthy and sketch's were made by the talented Vallonia Gullsea who had spent much of her down time on the Osprey in a book with charcoal. The other members of Tristan's guard watched in amazement as she brought to life the idea's they spoke. Then as it neared the midnight hour they clustered about her as she opened her book of sketch's to reveal moments of Tristan's company caught forever on parchment with charcoal. they turned the pages and seen Tristan in the bow of the Osprey, Rolph manning the catapult's with Borin, Ripley and Celestae with drawn bows and fierce looks. Captain Sandy at the helm, even Sheldon and Kiannia manning the oars. Maneya in the crows nest, Wren asleep in her bunk. The entire crew was for ever captured in her tome of sketch's. As the night wore on they made their way to their rooms for tomorrow would be another busy day.
Tristan paused to make a study of the Osprey. The sleek ship sat gentle bobbing up and down in its moorings creaking softly as it twisted this way then back again. He made note of the framed openings along her side, two rows of ten, one above the other. The bottom row of openings centered between those above. Each had carefully handcarved frames around them, a mixture of leaves and animals near lifelike. Forty oars he thought to help propel her through the water, then his eyes rose up to study her three mast the tallest in the center. The front or foremast was half the height of the towering center mast. The Aft mast like the fore mast had triangular sails that could be adjusted easily on the wheel deck where Captain Sandy would stand commanding the dance of her crew. A miniature catapult was bolted both fore and aft as well as two evenly spaced along the Port and starboard sides. In the center of the deck between the mast on raised platforms were mounted a pair of small ballista for a total of four. Unseen below the ship was a complicated series of seven rudders that would allow the Osprey to turn tightly and dance upon the waves. The great dragon figurehead at the prow could belch forth flame and burning naphtha. Sheldon had tried to explain the complicated working of it to him on a few occasions but finally he had just nodded and moved on as the explaining had caused his head to ache. By the gods and goddesses alike what a work of art this ship was. So sleek and graceful, and twice as deadly he thought. Pride filled him not just because of this masterpiece, or his captain who had designed her but also in how well the crew had learned to maneuver her. The weeks of drills in use of its catapults and ballista till they all worked as one. With a small smile of satisfaction he continued with the others.
"Nay, my Lord we will stow the provisions and fodder below and after we return from tomorrows sail we will load the horses and the wagon. The time of our homecoming is upon us. May the gods be merciful to us." She added as she turned and began shouting orders. Captain Sandy paused for a moment as memories of home crept uninvited to her mind. She saw the massive majestic oaks than ran down to the shore only to be replaced by the great palm trees who's fronds danced in the ocean breeze. The pure white sands of Lallae's beaches as the ocean caressed them with its azure waves. She thought of the wonderland of the coral and kelp forest just below the surface. "Damned if i am not becoming a sentimental old fool", She scolded herself for wool-gathering. Then began once again shouting orders as her hair a fiery mane blew wild in the breeze about her tanned face.
"I may not have told anyone of my idea for training oarsmen my Lord, if I had known just how much time we were all going to spend in it." Sheldon confessed, as he watched a crew sitting on a low wooden dock working their oars to the beat of the drum. "I still have blisters on my hands and my backside from all those long hours going nowhere." Secretly he took pride in the apparatus he had developed. Once completed it allowed for hours of training at the oars they otherwise would not have gotten. He thought passingly of the eight-hour long shifts that all had put in. He flexed the muscles beneath his shirt and felt them ripple like a wave upon the sea. They were most definitely fit and toned. Now their muscle was hard as rock and taught as new bow strings.
Celestae patted his huge shoulders, "there, there, my Lord. It is not every man that can claim to have designed his own torture device." She teased, as he made a grab for her. She danced out of reach then turned and ran for him, even as Tristan did, all thee going below the cool surface with a splash. Soon the rest of the crew joined them in the salty playground. Captain Sandy stood watching them for a time then shed her mail shirt and enter the water with a somersault before knifing into its depths. They splashed and dunked each other for the best part of an hour, before finally climbing the latter back to the granite wharf. "You two smell much better now. Let us go check with Feanor and Niles, before we go back to the tower. Where, I am sure to get a sound scolding from mother hen Amelia." She sighed a deep sigh of contentment the stickiness of dried sweat washed away and her muscles somewhat soothed by the cool embrace of the azure sea.
The trio rode up from the waterfront past bakeries and inviting storefronts finally arriving at the embassy. They left their mounts with a groomsman and made their way through the bustling embassy to Tristan's offices. When Tristan and Sheldon were deep in conversation with Feanor, she slipped off to one of the bedchambers that made up Tristan's office suit. She found the bath quite lavish. The marble pool was filled with steaming water. Blown glass decanters contained a wealth of bath salts, soaps, and oils. She let the warmth seep into the ache of her bones and joints. Soon the water of her bath smelled of jasmine and honeysuckle blooms. This had always been the case for as long as she could remember. It was as if the water leeched a bit of her essence, because she never used perfumes or scented oils she had always smelled this way, at least as far back as she could remember. About an hour later, with a great longing sigh she stepped from the pool and began to towel herself by the fireplace. The ache of her muscles somewhat eased after the day of training and the unplanned water follies. She applied oil, to her now dry armor, before redonning it. Finally, she stood before the great polished silver mirror and inspected herself. When she was satisfied, she rejoined them as they were speaking of old alliances. " Did you get the copies of the accords made for us Master Feanor? and the maps and charts we will need? "She inquired, as she wrapped the silky braid of her hair around her index finger.
"Indeed milady, they are in that satchel by the door. I also included letters of introduction from Lord Andalae and Lady Renee, in case they are needed. Niles has sent the strongbox to the enclave you request as well." In an unusual, show of emotion, he hugged each of them in turn telling them that all their hopes sailed with them. His eyes had that twinkle the wise so often had. He made some show of adjusting his forest green tunic while fighting back the emotion he felt trying to rise to the surface.
Niles arrived carrying his satchel and a list. "I have checked my list over three times now my Prince. All is in order. Your preparations are complete, only the journey is left. Do promise me to be careful my Prince. I would not be able to endure your loss. Nor that of are beautiful Celestae, and this great bear ever at your side he said as he hugged the three of them. Know, my Prince, my heart sails with you." As quickly as he had come Niles left and slipped into an alcove of the library. It took him several minutes to stopper the tears and once more regain his business like manner.
Their business complete the trio made their way down to where grooms waited with their energetic steeds. The road through the granite paved streets in silence comfortable enough with each other not every eddy of silence needed to be filled with idle chatter. Sheldon went in search of Captain Sandy, while Tristan and Celestae returned to his tower near the rear of Nicholae's great marble castle to finalized their preparations.
Tristan tossed and turned as he dreamed: "With the dawn, Prince, will you set sail for your birthright. Know, I have awaited thy coming far longer than you have been alive. Long have so many toiled, for your generation, for you will do, what none other has. Your generation will find its strength, its wisdom, and its secrets, long ago buried in myth and legend. You are the legacy of Sunbringer and Shaelendar. The world shivers at your footsteps young Prince, search deep young one, for the secrets are all their waiting to be discovered. Remember me, Tristan, for I am Elerinnar and you are my kindred" The great golden Dragon drew himself up and filled the sky with flame. "I salute thee, Tristan, come home, your people need you."
An hour or so before dawn Tristan awoke to those words echoing in his mind, over, and over again. "I salute thee, Tristan, come home, your people need you." He forced himself from bed and dressed in his chain, buckling on his sword and dagger. Then he searched for his cloak and remembered having covered Celestae with it.
Tristan strode gracefully to the double doors of his balcony. Always this time of day had brought him peace and clarity to his overactive mind. Like always he greeted Solarae as he peaked over the mountains to wash the world with light, then tuned from his balcony and went to Celestae's apartments. She was up and in the sitting room when he came in."Good morning, Lady Celestae and Amelia, I was wondering if I might have my cloak back if your done with it, that is."
"You know my Lord, I make the best quilts in the realm, but my Mistress here, always falls to sleep with that cloak of yours." She said pointing an accusing finger at one then the other. She rose, set her quilting aside, then brought him his cloak. "You, best look after her on this trip of yours, else i have to drag my old bones out into the cold, and come give ya a thrashing." She held back the tears in her eyes refusing to let them fall. "Alright, the two of you eat or your going to miss the tide." She turned away to pretend at tidying up the sitting room until she got the emotions of her braking heart locked away once more.
They made their way down the carpeted halls and marble stairs to the Royal stables, where Sopaul and Sheldon awaited them. With a stately pace, they rode to the Enclave. The residents of Nicholae showered them with flower petals. With dawn fast approaching they arrived and handed off their mounts. Confidently they strode to the end of the granite wharf. Lady Renee hugged them all and Lord Andalae clasped their arms, as was the warriors custom. "Safe journey, good fortune, and safe return." He paused for a moment before drawing Tristan close and whispering, "Good luck my son, our hearts and thought go along with you".
Sopaul, excitedly informed them, "I will sail with the next clutch of Osprey in a month or so." He paused, starting to say many things and not finding the words. As the breeze tossed his golden hair, water brimmed in his eyes as he searched for words that would not come. So instead he hugged each of them, even kissing Celestae's cheek, then watched as they boarded the Osprey. As the crew on the docks pushed her out, her sails begin to unfurl. The steady beat of the drum began to set the pace for the oarsmen. Backs and bunched muscle went taught then relaxed only to bunch and tighten again as they worked the oars and the Osprey began to quicken her pace. A whoosh sounded followed by a loud pop as the great sails filled and became tight as they caught the wind and the Osprey danced upon the waves. "Home to Ontillae!!!" Sopaul yelled and his voice was joined. His blond braid flapping behind him like a banner upon the battlements.
It took a full day to reach the open sea, as they made their way down the Nicholae river. Tristan stood near the prow with his hand resting on the rail. He watched as fishing boats and hamlets came into view, only to disappear with the next turn of the river. While he watched it allowed his ears to listen as his guard talked amongst themselves. He eyed the dark brine that shimmered along the ships haul.
"My home, is the Duchy of Misty, just southwest of our Prince's home of Breezae. I have never seen it, my mother has told me stories, of course, about it. She told me, she was the sister of the Duke Rallen. She married the second son of Duke Donlae Starglow. When all ties were lost, we were stranded in the Nicholae capitol. Ambassador Feanor, bless his kind soul, let us live in the Embassy. Mother was able to get a job, as a professor, at the Academy in the Wizardry Department. When I graduated, I joined the Rangers and spent all my time in the forest on the Enraeford border. When word of our Prince's call to arms went out, Sorast there, and I resigned our commissions and made our way to the Enclave. What about you Parys? What is your story, if your willing to share?" The fierce, but beautiful, Tyrana inquired. She moved her warriors braid back over her shoulder and adjusted her longsword. Tristan glanced at her and mad note of the dagger hilts that protruded from the top of her greaves and to either side of her neck and bracers.
"I was born to House Spray to the north of your own Duchy. I was told that my Father was killed in the same battle as Lord Sheldon's. Somewhere up in the area between Lallae and Raven. I had been sent to Nicholae, to further my education at the academy, as was the way things use to be. Our parents thought it best, to send us off to different realms, to further our education. My sister, is at the Academy in Slaenslocke as we speak. She will graduate in a few months and has plans of joining as well. I know the last word we had, told of orcs, goblins, and other foul creatures coming up from the dark depths in large numbers. It was against orcs Lord Sheldon and I lost our Sire's. I was here, with no way home, so I accepted an offer of Knighthood from Lord Andalae." Parys began to coil a rope that had not been coiled tightly. This is a man with an eye for detail Tristan told himself making a mental note.
Lady Celestae came up from below and gave each of them a scroll from the fine leather satchel she carried. "These, are the most recent maps Tristan, Sheldon and I could find of Ontillae. We went to every cartographer, checked every library, and spoke to every sea Captain we could find. We had one made for each of you. Study them well so the lines are etched in your minds. Then if your map is lost you will still be able to navigate the realm. We have a few spares but very few so guard them well." She considered it for a moment then turned to Tyrana. "Tyrana, did your mother perhaps teach you the spell of recall by chance? "Celestae asked with a smile.
Tristan watched as Celestae made her way around the small group on deck. Her emerald eyes twinkling in the setting sun. The grace of her walk and the way it made her femenine curves move. Even at this distance he could discern the jasmine and honeysuckle that followed in her wake. It intoxicated, mesmerized, and enveloped him. His former professor who could have stolen his heart had he not given it so long ago without her knowing.
"She did, when I was young, the spell is called "cuimhne" it is fairly easy to learn. Ahh, I see, if we use the spell, we can copy the map in our head and call its image forward whenever we need it. Mother said you were quite clever." She remarked, as she thought of the spell. "I can teach those not on the oars and you can teach the ones I can not," She answered. She flipped her coppery braid back over her shoulder and her ocean blue eyes met Celestae's.
A tall slender Elf had been listening and moved closer. "Borin, Shane, Maneya, Xilanara, and i were all once crewmen, our ship was damaged off the coast of Maestelae. We had sunk eight of the twelve pirates that came out against us. We made it to within sight of the shore of Nicholae, when our ship could take no more and came apart. We managed to tie off to some wreckage and took turns swimming with a rope tied to us. It took three exhausting days to make it ashore. Many of our number were devoured by sharks and other creatures from beneath the oceans brine. Captain Sandy kept us busy repairing fishing vessels and working on the Osprey when she had gathered a few funds. Galinn and Lorrayne lost their ship up near the Enraeford border when a freak wave, during a summer storm, drove them onto the rocks and broke its spine." Rolph revealed. Sadness seemed to seep into his ice blue eyes as he spoke.
Determined and survivors,Tristan noted, as he watched the river ahead widen. He inhaled deeply and filled his nostrils with the scents of the approaching open sea. He wrestled with his own excitement of the wonder of the unknown adventure that lay before them. Tristan wrestled with the feeling he tried to keep buried deep in the back of his mind. What if i fail? What if i get these brave loyal souls killed that answered my call? Should i have waited for more ships and troops? Did i rush head long into this and forget some important details? He managed to push them back in that corner of his mind and lock them away once more. Allowing him to concentrate on the snipits of conversation about him.
"I am a scout, along with Shea down on the oars. We were gathering information and watching Kellesae when Feanor ordered us back to the Embassy. He had us search out all the stranded Ontillaens. Then, He and Niles worked together to place them in homes and find them work. That is where we met Valonia and Bart, they had been called back from Parrenlocke, and Adonae and Sebastian were scouting in Enraeford." He shared as he sharpened one of his many wicked looking daggers.
"Spring, Wren, Ripley, Kiannia and I sailed back from Maestelane when we graduated the Academy there we were accepted into Nicholae's ranger corps when we could not get home and worked mostly in Kellesae. I am the heir to the Duchy of Sillicam to the east. The others have their own titles as well." Shardal informed them. "That just about covers it and look just in time for us to take the oars," he said with a smile.
Tristan joined Celestae on a bench and began the chore of moving his oar to the cadence of the drum above. "I do not know that i deserve the loyalty of these that have chosen to pledge themselves to me. I know, they are my people, Celestae. But am I truly worthy of their loyalty?" Tristan asked softly of her. Searching her face for some clue as they continued to row with the drums cadence.
Celestae pondered upon her answer for sometime before she gave it. "My Prince, it is your birthright to be sure. That being said, these people did not come because of that. They are here because you have shown strength of character. You have given them the one chance they have yearned for, the chance to return home. I have watched you grow and learn. Watched your mental capacity expand. You practiced for hours after your classes were over. It mattered not if it was sword, archery, spell craft or diplomacy. That, Tristan, That unsalable determination to succeed is worthy of their loyalty. You have never been rash with your promises, and to my knowledge you have fulfilled them all. This too is worthy of loyalty. Do you truly think Captain Sandy would have begun this quest had you been a sniveling noble that thought he was entitled? I can assure you, she would not. She saw your fathers strength and your mothers agile mind. She swore her service to a Prince she knows has great potential. You learned all the rights and customs of not only the Nicholaen court but those of our beloved Ontillae, as well. I know this to be true, Tristan, because it was I who taught you most of them. We spent our summer recesses together, so that I could continuev teaching you anything and everything you desired to learn. I personally groomed you to be the Prince, Ontillae deserves. I pledged myself to your service because i felt you were worthy of it. I sit here now, at the oars beside you Tristan, because i believe in my heart if anyone can succeed it is you my Prince." Celestae stopped there as heart felt emotions began to surface. Tristan's essence of saffron and incense filled her sense of smell. She allowed herself to imagine his lips gently pressed to hers. Imagining his hands upon her flesh as she often allowed as she lay in her bed at night. She loved her Prince as none other could. A secret amongst many she kept carefully hidden in the depths of her heart that ached for him.
"Thank you, Celestae, for showing me what you and others perceive of me. I would be lost without you at my side." Tristan then smiled that roguish smile of his, and they both laughed and the tension was gone. He allowed himself to fall in to rythm with the pace drum and felt the tension ease away as he pushed the oar forward then feeling it bite the water pull it back again. The exertion of it as his muscles contracted and relaxed aloud him to clear his mind of thoughts and doubts. He could smell the brine of the sea, feel the breeze upon his face and hear the waves lap caressingly against the haul and for awhile he was free of thought.
As the sun rose on the third day the Osprey sailed on its southeasterly course, Rolph watched three dark shapes on the horizon sailing towards them. "Ships off the starboard bow sailing hard under full sail Captain!" He warned the deck below. "It looks to be three Nicholae Merchantmen, flying the black and gold colors of the Golden Tusk pirate band."
"Look alive ye dogs, marines to the deck! Oarsmen to your stations, give us the ramming beat! Ready the catapults!'" the Captain shouted. Her wealth of coppery curls shimmering in the morning sun as she readied her crew. Her emerald eyes searched the horizon locating the ships bearing down upon them. "Archers, prepare to strafe their decks. Load the chains!! Bring down their mast then they will be ours. Captain Sandy had faith in her crews ability but this was would be their first real encounter, not one of the drills they had so quickly mastered.
Shardal and Tyrana manned the forward catapult, with the noisy recoil of the catapults arm, metal balls chained together, were launched into to the air spinning as they went. Seconds later a deafening crash came from the lead ship as her main mast came crashing down upon her deck killing many of its crew. It began to slow, no longer pushed by the wind.
On the port side Sorast, Sheldon, Bart, and Shea manned the twin catapults mounted there as they released the tension of those coiled arms with a resounding thump, the ship to port had her main mast cut into it fell straight down off of its stump before crashing forward from the pressure of the wind that still filled its large sails.
To the starboard side Shea, Maneya, Shane and Borin found similar success. All the while Ripley, Celestrae, and the others strafed the decks of the passing ships with wave after wave of deadly projectiles.
The Osprey skimmed gracefully across the waves to turn back on her pursuers bombarding them with arrows. One by one The decks were swept clear with arrows from the Ospreys crew. "Prepare to board marines, no pirate scum lives to see the setting of the sun." Sandy ordered waving her sabre like a conductors baton. "Let's see if ye bunch of dogs be worth your salt." She almost allowed her self to be proud of them but was veteran enough to know the battle was far from being done.
With Ripley and Celstrae commanding the archer's that worked to keep the decks swept clean, Prince Tristan and his faithful squire Sheldon, led the others onto the decks of the disabled ships. They would disappear below deck and sweep the ships clean. Celestae's heart began to pound in her chest each time Tristan led the marines below decks. Once she even discovered she was holding her breath awaiting him to reemerge on the deck. With each ship her beloved Prince and Sheldon entered they returned even bloodier and gore caked.
After each ship was secured the Osprey sailors began to strip the orc pirates and toss their naked bodies over board into the sea. They attached long ropes and towed the floundering vessel to the next one and dropped its anchor.
Their pitched battles had raged for several hours, allowing the high tide to push them in close to the shore of Ontillae. With great effort they brought the crippled Merchantmen into a nearby cove and anchored them side by side in its center. When all three had been anchored Sandy stood upon the deck of the center one giving orders. "Take those mooring ropes and lash them together. Tristan, Sheldon, and Shardal collect those sails and all the rigging and tackle from the mast you can salvage." Her wealth of coppery hair afire, as she pointed with her sabre, barking crisply, order after order. "Celestae, Wren, and Tyra coil those lines. Sebastian, Rolph, and Bart disable the rudder chains. Move!!! Lad and Lass alike, there be work to be done before we lose the sun. Kianna and Velonia see to everyone's wounds. Sorast, Adonai, Borin, and Maneya start lashing the pieces of those shattered mast together into one large raft. Lorrayne, Flint and the rest of you I want everything not nailed down moved here to the deck of the center ship. We had our fun mate's now comes the work, of reaping the rewards." Sandy rolled two barrels to the center of the deck with Xilanara's help they took stock of everything recovered. Only now did Captain Sandy Lallae dare to let out the pride she felt in this crew of green sailors and marines. She almost glowed with it as she remembered how responsive the Osprey had been to her guiding hands.
When every bolt of cloth, chest, barrel, and yard of sail had been inventoried and entered into the ships log of their Osprey. They finally took their meals and posted the watch. They spent that night anchored in the center of the cove. Just a few hundred yards from where they slept lay the shores of their home. All shared the same dream that night, A vast golden dragon raised its head from a ruined temple to look at them "Behold, the Prince, and his Lords and Ladies, have come home at last. Greetings and be well!"
A few hours before the dawn, sailors begin to scurry, in some chaotic dance. The mast creaked and the mainsail popped as the stiff breeze filled them. The great warship creaked, as she began to glide gracefully, toward the coast. Soon their voyage will at last come to an end. They were all wrestling with the fact that in less than an hour they will be home. Not just their birth home, but their ancestral home. How many times had they heard the stories, tales, and songs of the elders as they sat around the hearth telling them of a place that was but a dream to them. Ontillae, once a proud nation of strength, now, none know its fate. That, Tristan considered, is how he found himself with these loyal others taking a four-day trek upon the sea. As their Lord, he had done his best to outfitt the group with the very best. All he ask in return, was to bring Ontillae under one banner once more. Had he thought of everything, or if not, will it at least be enough.
The coast was coming more into view now, great mountains and ridges covered in vast forest. The ships crew now began to draw close the raft that is to be their bridge to the shore. The nervous nickers of the steeds came up to them from the hold below. Now, at last, the anchor is being dropped. The ship groans in protest, as she slows to a stop, the sailors gather the sails. The Osprey, parallel to the coast now anchored at both fore and aft. Tristan and his honor guard stand to the side as gangplanks were lowered to the raft while sailors scurried to erect the small corral on the beach. The blindfolded steeds were led one, by one, down to the raft, below.
Water flowed over the side as Tristam made his way to shore. Within an hour he and his honor guard have been deposited upon the sandy beach of the cove. The first light of the day revealed the low mist that hugged the ground around the ancient cypress and cedar trees. Quietly, he dressed in his fine suit of elven chain and belted his long sword over top. Small hands fasten his cloak to his shoulders. The fragrance of lavender and honeysuckle told him it was Celestae. He turned slowly and touched his forehead to hers. "We are home at last," he whispered to her as he drew her into an embrace and inhaled deeply as if her essence would give him courage. "I thought, we might never reach these shores, and I would not have, if you had not been there by my side. Thank you, my beautiful Celestae." Tristan then tilted her chin up to him and kissed her gently in the last moments of the predawn light then running his fingers gently over her cheek he turned to help hitch the small wagon.
Celestae trying hard not to let her knees buckle, smiled a soft smile of satisfaction. Savoring the fire his lips had brought gentl to her own. For in that single kiss she knew Tristan was forever hers. Setting aside all the titles, the man she had grown to love as she educated him, had come to her, on his own terms and kissed her at last. She sighed one silent sigh of joy then slung her bow over one shoulder and moved with the others into the shadows of the tree line.
Sheldon scouting ahead held up one hand to halt them, and all ears strained to hear the first hint of danger. Softly, at first, then getting louder as it approached came the sound of many footsteps. Soon the guttural language of the orcs could be heard. They tied off their steeds and silently knocked their bows, as the morning sun soon revealed they were less than twenty paces from an ancient nearly overgrown road. Silently, they whispered the word "duaithnigh" and they blended completely with their surroundings. Moments later a loose column of orcs appeared moving with haste up the debris clogged road. When the rear of the column came into sight They released volley after volley of arrows. In less than an hour the column lay dead in the road. Shardal and Sorast moved through the dead and the wounded cutting throats as they went. The others began dragging them from the road and striped them depositing their armor, weapons and miscellaneous into their small wagon for later inspection. They gathered leaves and dirt to cover the blood on the road and then silently leading their mounts moved out onto the road and followed it east.
Near mid-day Ripley came running, effortlessly, down the road and reported. "There is a vast meadow ahead and a ruin in a grove of oaks. The road is better for at least a way." She bent down and scraped at the road revealing the great granite blocks that lay beneath the clutter and debris. "I would advise, my Prince, checking this ruin, before we move on. Else an unseen force strike at our rear catching us unawares." She finished rising once more. Her eyes moss colored stared into his as she awaited his command.
"Sheldon, Celestae, and Wren come with Ripley and I. There is a ruin ahead between the road and the sea, we will go check it out. The rest of you, mount up and move along the road, with caution. We may be coming back to you in a hurry, so be ready and alert." Tristan ordered as he mounted to follow Ripley. They rode forward approaching as close as they dared. "Dismount" he softly told them as they neared the grove. "We shall leave our mounts picketed here and continue on foot."
They moved silently, through the grove and soon could tell this ruin had been almost temple like. On the ground scattered about the Temple lay shield sized thick golden scales. The breeze off of the ocean whispered through the tall oaks. Then a huge beast that could only be a Dragon appeared from the ruins of the temple. It flapped its wings once as if stretching. A strong smell of saffron and incense filled the air.
"So you have come home at last, it could be a thing of good or perhaps not. We shall see. Yes, we shall see, it has been long since Ontillae was one nation, long indeed. Such chaos has there been, such utter chaos. I care not for it. Re-sling thy bows and unhand thine sword hilts, lest I become annoyed so soon, with thee. Know, I could end thy life with ease. So try not my patience for I am hungry and quite irritable. I serve mine own ends but must admit, that seeing that you all have come is such a splendid thing. My name in the Elven tongue is Elerriniar most call me Errinar in the common. Look for a elderly man named Kalix in the town of Breezae." The great Dragon leaned his head down closer to them, his scales reflecting the sun like polished sheets of gold. He then exhaled his breath towards them and the scent of incense filled the air. Elerrinar paused momentarily to scratch his neck on the ruins of the temple he had risen from. His storm blue eye watching and studying these long awaited new comers. Then his irritation sated he turned once more to them." This was my own temple, one might say it has fallen into disrepair of late. I honor my vow as do mine kindred. The once proud nation of Ontillae boasted twenty and three cities in years past. Today all but one still stand. The twenty-third, Teaghlacae hath sunk below the surface of Lake Isil. Gone from the eyes and memories of most who live. It may one day rise up from the depths, if my kindred and I agree that it should be so. For now there is no king and so there shall be no Capital. Know, there are allies to be had. Have I not laid silent in the ruins of mine temple and allowed thee to come ashore? Have I not let thee live, have I not given thee a name in Breezae? I thought as much. I have much invested in this grand venture. Lets us say, I will be rather put out, if it does not sprout, bloom, and bear sweet fruit, very put out indeed." Once more, Elerrinar paused momentarily, to scratch his neck on the ruins. A bright golden scale fell to the ground with a crash. He made a deep purring sound of satisfaction and spoke yet more. "Take up these scales where I have shed them and in a niche on the dais is a chest that holds an ancient text. Take up with you that book and theses scales as my gift. Now I hunt and you must to Breezae." He stretched forward once more arching his back then bunching his muscles He leaped into the air above them and with two wing beats was sailing out over the vast Meadow.
They stood there for a time wondering at what had just transpired. Then Tristan spoke "Wren can you get the others and have them bring the wagon. We will start gathering the scales." He smiled when he noticed Celestae had already went catlike into the cool depths of the temple in search of the Tome. It was a short walk to the horses, and he and Ripley retrieved them and tied them nearby. They had gathered nearly fifty of the discarded scales before they moved back out to the road.
As dusk began to draw near, the granite walls of Breezae appeared in the distance. Evidence, that they, had once been whitewashed, could still be seen. Though, several decades have probably past since the last coat. Breezae appeared to be built on a large sheltered harbor. Tristan made note of the few ships of size that were present as they descend towards the great iron gates. Few people were outside the city gates. The ones that were appeared to be hurrying towards the gates. Perhaps they close at dark Tristan considered, before he addressed his Guard "Look sharp, lets make a good first impression." Moments later they sat tall in their saddles and formed up close. As they closed the ground to the massive gates at a canter. The little company slowed as they entered, the great warhorses knowing their duties begin picking up their feet and almost setting them down in time like a melody, these highly trained steeds began to prance through the gates. When the last two passed inside, the huge gate slammed shut with a metallic boom. Continuing on, Tristan took notice of the three portcullises that slammed down behind them and yet another great iron gate slammed shut as well. The massive walls must be at least ninety feet thick at the base and nearly fifty foot high. Watch towers were spread out along its entire snaking length and extend about five hundred feet out into the bay.
The sounds of townfolk coming home and smells or roast pork and fresh breads filled the air. A huge man in full plate armor with a stern business like look set upon his face rode toward them. Behind him came a full company of soldiers. As he came near, he held up his hand, making a fist. With one last loud step they obeyed the signal to halt.
"Welcome Lords and Ladies, I hope you come in peace. We have enough trouble outside these walls, we need none from within. Do I make mine point clear? Do not make me regret having the watch hold the gate for you. Unless you have a question we must relieve the mid wall," the warrior supplied. His armor was spotless as was that of the troops he led.
Sheldon rode a bit closer his bearing that of a skilled warrior. His golden eyes searching for any hint of trouble, coming to a stop near the warrior. "Good Sir, we have come not seeking trouble only food and shelter. Can you direct us to a nice inn? he inquired. All the while not letting his gaze drop from that of the one he questioned.
Finally, having taken their measure to his satisfaction he allowed a smile to touch his stern face." Go straight as you are, in the market square turn right, The Prancing Unicorn should accommodate the lot of you. They have the best rooms, ale, and stables in all of Breezae. Not to mention that I know the owner. Tell them, that Captain Talon sent you, perhaps the bartender will serve you a free round " With that he opened his hand, and his men snapped to attention, he held up two fingers, and they filed by the small company to either side in columns of two, heading off towards the city walls.
Tristan, was intrigued by how many people were staring out the windows of their granite block houses, laid off in rows. He made a mental note of the sad and melancholy face he saw. Ahead a sign read Oakdale way and most of the connecting streets were named for trees, Cyprus, Maple, Elm and Hickory he noted. A huge marble encased building stood before them, a set of adamantine doors led into a courtyard of green cobble stone. In its center stood a great fountain with a marble unicorn rearing up on its hind legs. Stables lay off to either side. The one to the left appeared to be empty. Just then a young man appeared and asked, "May we stable your fine mounts for you, my Ladies and Lords? If thou art staying the night we will groom, water, and feed them. It is all in the price of your room."
"Thank you, kind Sir", Lady Celestae greeted and handed him her reins. Soon the others dismounted as well waiting patiently as more stable hands emerged to take their mounts. "Shall we go in my Prince?" she inquired, offering him her hand. Tristan readily offered her his arm, and they climbed the stairs and entered. As they entered the great hall, their senses filled with the fragrant aroma of fresh cooked food,. More than just one stomach growled in anticipation. The marble hall and main room was full of padded booths and great tables of mahogany with down cushioned arm chairs. A beautiful gold haired hostess motions them to such a table. As soon as they all had taken their seats food in abundance emerged from the kitchens and was placed before them. Roasted ham, beef, and chicken fried, breads, rolls, and pastries. Followed by numerous fruits, nuts, and vegetables of all types. At each silver place setting was a pewter tankard of honeyed ale, a chalice of fine red wine, and crystal goblets of water. Numbered keys to rooms lay upon their napkins, even pipes and tobacco had been provided for them. The gold haired hostess paused to gauge their reaction, as she studied each in kind. Satisfied with their first impression that registered there, she gave them a warm smile. Her emerald eyes sparkling, like jewels, against her golden skin." Good Lords and Ladies, welcome to the Prancing Unicorn. Your envoy arrived this morning and rented the west side stable and your rooms. I hope they will all be satisfactory. It is rare that we have ever rented so many rooms for a month at a time. He said to tell you his name was Elerrinar, and that Kalix wouldst meet thee here in six days. Each of you have been assign with a groom for thy horse. They will also act as your page. My name is Astrid Talon. I am a daughter of Captain Talon, of the City Watch. I am the Prancing Unicorn's proprietress, if your groom can not answer your questions feel free to ask me. Your baths will be waiting for you in your rooms." Then, as quickly as she had appeared, she was off into the kitchens.
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"It would appear my Prince," Ripley remarked, "not only are we welcome here, but we seem to have a dragon as a benefactor. Perhaps, it might be best, if we spend the first part of the day tomorrow exploring the town and people themselves. We are sort of outsiders here and it might be best if we learn some lessons from the common people. In my experience as a Ranger I have always found it useful.
"I noticed a couple ships in the port when we came in if they have ships why has there been no word from here in so long?" Sheldon pointed out. "Is something keeping ships from getting in and out. If so, we must find a way to neutralize it. Sandy and the Osprey are still out there in that cove with those three crippled pirate ships. If trade, for the most part, is stale here, those goods we found in the hold may be of use to these people.
"Good point Sheldon,"Tyrana acknowledged. This was once a beautiful city and a powerful Duchy. I have seen the faded remnants of the whitewash on the city walls and many of the building here within. Almost every house had at one time a beautiful garden though most, are little more, than an overgrown tangle of wilds currently. We must find a way to bring the populace around. We as nobles are nothing if our people do not have pride in themselves and their homes. If we are truthful with ourselves, we are only as great as the people we govern." Her hair danced like a coppery fire around her noble face.
Celestae looked up from her wine glass and added her observations." This, is indeed not the same proud Duchy, Sheldon and I sailed from all those decades ago. The litter filled market square we passed through this evening with its rotting crates and piles of garbage was a sad sight to behold. When we sailed from here, it was filled with brightly colored booth's. The streets we rode in on were spotless. Each house had its own sort of majesty about it. It is, almost, as if the people had given up, when word of Tristan's family reached them. I think, we must start and hope they are inspired by us. We are done without the support of the people. Some us should start cleaning up in various areas of the city. I think curiosity will bring the people out. They will talk to us just to see what is going on. We have come along way to give these people back their life. By the gods they have to want it too.
The gold haired hostess rose from a nearby booth where she had been sitting with some of her Elder patrons." I have in the storehouse, out back, a few dozen long tables we use to set up in the square for festivals and the like. The whole town would come and bring dishes of food. What if you tell them that a special party is going to be thrown there this week end. That may get some out just to relive for one day Breezae's golden years. I was just sitting with a few of the town council member's, and they asked what about having a Breezae Day Festival they can move amongst the people and spread the word. Our sad Duchy has not celebrated anything of note, in such a very long time. Rest assured if you are out there making preparation at the very least it might shame them into helping." she then blushed slightly. "I really did not mean to eavesdrop, much." She admitted, blushing even deeper.
"Eavesdrop anytime if you can come up with solutions like that. Let us all follow that plan then and spend the day out in the city. I know, we are all tired, lets bathe and get ready for a longer day tomorrow. "Tristan told them, and slid his chair back to help Celestae from her seat. "I shall meet you all here about dawn. Sleep well my friends for we are Home"
Tristan, dressed in his leather britches and green tunic. Moved to stand on the balcony of his room. This, he mused, was a special day for him. This would be the first time he watched the sun rise in his homeland. The ritual that he had always observed alone he shared this morning as he looked and saw the others of his guard also watching the coming of the sun. With a regretful sigh, he turned and went down stairs to join the others for breakfast. They left the table in two's and three's and made their way out into the city. Celestae, Sheldon, and Ripley went with him to the town square. Empty and dilapidated crates and barrels were everywhere. They moved to one corner near the Watch's central barracks and began dragging crates and rolling barrels to the center of the square. A few young boys ask what they were doing and disappeared. Without a word some of the off duty watch came out and began to help.
A wagoner, on his way out of town, stopped his team and watched for a time. He released his brake and urged his team to the mound of growing refuse. He locked his wheels and climbed down, going to a side box he withdrew several hammers and pry bars. And began to disassemble the various crates and barrels. Some better barrels he slid the reusable stave's into. The bad and rotten stave's he threw into the back of his wagon. The good boards he stacked in piles according to length and soon others grabbed up tools and helped, prying lose boards and knocking nails out of them. The rotted and decayed boards he threw in his wagon. He took the old lumber to the soap maker who thanked him with genuine sincerity. After a brief exchange, he gave the wagoner several stout wide brooms and a few shovels. They shook hands and the wagoner returned to the square. Giving the brooms to some of the young boys and girls who began to sweep from the outside inward to the center. He loaded his barrels of stave almost filling his wagon and took them to the cooper who filled his wagon with new barrels in exchange. The wagoner then went down to the water front and got some of the dockworkers to help him fill the barrels with water. These he took to the square and poured on the once colorful cobble stones and began to scrub at them with one of the brooms while others used his wagon to fetch more water from the sea. By noon, when Tristan and friends returned to have lunch the square was three quarters clean. They reported to the others about their progress.
Tyrana, Sorast, and Shardal reported they had gone out with the woodsmen and managed to harvest several deer and a few boars which Lady Astrid had agreed to prepare for Breezae day.
Spring, Adonae, Rolph, and Sebastian reported they had begun to renew the whitewash on the granite store fronts along the main street to the Square. As well as sweeping the street clean of dirt and debris.
Wren, Kiannia, and Valonia had spent their morning trimming hedges weeding flower beds and setting gardens to order. The wood was being collected by the woodsman and cut into useful lengths.
Bart, Leahae, Shea, and Borin had borrowed a couple ladders from Lady Astrid and went out and cleaned all the globes of the oil streetlight's. Next they had purchased several bags of glass marbles and cast the endless light spell or Solas Leanunach on each one, slightly modified of course. They had added the word Geal, to the words of the incantation, thus producing forever burning very bright lamps, without the smoke.
Maneya, Shane, Flinton, and Lorrayne had been down at the waterfront and had hired several small fishing boats and begin to skim the dead fish and other unsightly and smelly things from the harbor. They left some coins in the taverns for any patron to drink on that helped clean up the waterfront.
Lorrayne drank from her tankard, her gold braids done up in the fashion of her people. The Dwarves, spoke in a hushed tone. "I found out that there are chains across the bay keeping ships from coming in or out. The old salt I talked to said, they are controlled from the lighthouse's. But he told me the orcs have been in control of them for decades. He also informed me, the central light house is said to have an evil red drake living in it." She refilled her tankard and continued. "We have to regain those light houses to open the port. The eastern and western ones are outside the walls and the central one is on an island that protects the port from the Sea. This old gaffer says, there is a tunnel under the bay, that connect them. He informed me that, my people cut the passages about fifteen hundred years ago. The only way to open the harbor is to take them again." She concluded drinking deep from her tankard.
Flinton usually silent added, "I got the same story from an old Dwarf that helped forge the chains. He told me that even if a ship could build up enough speed and go over the chain, it would either flop over on onside or the other, or rip its rudder off and be smashed against the rocks." He wiped the droplets of ale from his beard "so it would seem our only option is to take them by force.
"Sheldon, will you go see if Captain Talon will join us? We may need support," the rest sat and finished their meal in silence. Tristan now must put his small band in danger yet again. He looked across to a padded arm chair where Celestae sat studying the ancient tome Elerriniar had given them. His heart ached just thinking of putting her in that kind of danger. A short time later Sheldon returned with Captain Talon.
"Captain, we have discovered that the port is sealed, and we must evict the residents of the lighthouse's in order to open it again. My force is small but highly trained. I need your assistance my Lord. We will assault the eastern light house and make our way to the others. What I need from you is support. I can not spare the people to cover our rear and to catch any flushed out on the far side. Can you spare enough men to cover the Eastern lighthouse and the western one? I want anything that we flush out killed. There are to be no prisoners. Will you help us?" Tristan asked the gruff Captain of the watch.
"Know, Prince, I have known who you are since we met on the street. I watched today as you gave Breezae something they had not dared to hope for, a chance to live again." As your Captain it is my place to point out the dangers, and to remind you, that if you are lost all this has been for nothing. That having been said, as a military man I know we are isolated and only by the opening of the port, will we ever have any real hope. Yes, my Prince. I will turn out most of the guard and the knights to give you the slimiest of chances. I take it you wish to attempted it in the morning then?" He inquired, never relaxing that stiff military bearing he had. "Between us, my Prince, I feel a leaders place is with the men and women he commands. As your Captain, I cannot approve. As a fellow leader of warriors you have my full support and approval.
"I do, and i agree Captain Talon. If, we manage against all odds to do it, then will we truly have something to celebrate on Breezae day. I have a warship parked in Elerriniar's cove. We also have in our possession three Merchantmen that were formerly Pirate. They took it upon themselves to welcome us, upon our arrival. I cannot leave them anchored there forever. We must open the port. Other warships are being built, as we speak in far off Nicholae, at the Ontillaen Naval Enclave there. Without that port, they will have no known safe harbor on these shores. They are building with all haste, but it is for naught if they can not join with us. So you see I must open the port." Tristan explained. "I explain myself to you, so you do not think, I act out of rashness, be assured I act out of necessity. I realize I gamble all but if we do not try we still fail. So it is all or nothing. I will meet you an hour before dawn by the eastern lighthouse. I shall leave you then, to make your preparations Captain, and thank you.
Captain Talon nodded his head and then unexpectedly brought his right fist up to ring off his breast plate in salute. He turned and went immediately to see to his men and call out his knights. "I hope I live to get to know this stern warrior" Tristan said more to himself than anyone else. He rose and walked to where Celestae sat explaining some passages to Flinton before giving him the book. He watched as Flinton wagged a finger at Lorrayne and the two dwarves disappeared out the door. "The rest of us lets see to our gear. I will meet you all in the courtyard when the moon is highest."
His little company set about making their preparation. As the moon began to rise near her highest point, he belted on his sword, slung his bow and made his way down to the courtyard to join his company. They sat in a circle, quickly he covered the distance and joined them. Lady Astrid came out and sat a tankard and small pot by each of them. The small company paired off. Sheldon had no one to pair with so Astrid sat beside him. When the moon had reached her highest They picked up their tankards and entwined arms and drank. Then they spilled a bit upon the ground and looked skyward. In unison, they spoke the words of the ancient death prayer their oath their acknowledgment of each other and saying their goodbye. "Mathair ghealach eisteacht lenar mhionn Trodai, bhraithre, cara, do chuid fola le haghaidh dom agus mo chuid fola ar do shon till cheile againn sa teach na marbh." then they dipped their fingers in the small pots and painted a death mask on the one they had paired with. They drank once more and moved silently to the east gate and out into the night.
A young stable boy looked at his mistress, as she stood there in the pale moonlight with a green death mask painted upon her face and asked "Mistress Astrid, what was those words they spoke? I have never heard them before they made me sad."
"They renewed their oath's, their friendship and said goodbye to each other. For surely, some will not return. The words in the common tongue are simply: Mother moon hear our oath, Warrior, kinsmen, friend, your blood for me and my blood for you till we meet in the house of the dead." She put an arm around the young human as he wept with her in the light of the moon.
The small company silently glided through the hemlock forest and emerged near Captain Talon's amassed force. Not stopping, they moved unseen in the shadows to the eastern light house. The few sentries the orcs had posted died clutching the arrow shafts that protrude from their throat. Tristan led them into the interior of the structure. There quick work was made of the two dozen sleeping orcs. They never woke again as Shardal and Tyrana moved about the room killing them in their sleep. Ripley and Shane cleared the upper levels before returning to the company below. Ripley looked at Tristan, held up four of her fingers and then drew her thumb across her throat.
Borin found a hidden latch in an alcove and motioned for them as he entered a stairwell and descended with Bart close behind. The stair led downward sixty feet before opening into an almost circular tunnel continuing down. The small company moved in pairs with bows at the ready. They encountered the occasional sentry but Borin and Bart took them down. Running to catch them to muffle the fall. Just up ahead the tunnel began to curve upward. In the cool darkness before them fire light flickered. The pair glanced around the corner, then signaled a halt. Cautiously they moved around the corner and took perhaps two steps when the floor collapsed beneath them. They made a muffled noise, there was a splash, and they died. Maneya and Shane moved cautiously where the floor had opened and wretched as they seen the remains of their comrades floating in a pool of acrid smelling acid. They moved against the sides and skillfully side stepped their way past the deadly trap, followed by the others.
The company came to a set of double doors, though they had searched for traps when Maneya and Shane opened the doors they were engulfed in flames. Soon as the flames died down Rolph moved to drag them away and was knocked backwards by a large scaled blood red head. The company found themselves divided by a massive reptilian visage. They swung great over hand strokes and thrust with all their might. The drake suffered deep cuts and punctures all along its vulnerable neck. Finally, forced to retreat, back into it's lair. It roared in frustration as the company moved back to the east side of the doorway. Maneya and Shane did not move. Rolph was bleeding from his nose and ears. "When you are ready, my Prince, I shall lead the charge" he managed with a wheezing gurgle." Help me to my feet, my Prince."
Tristan, with tears welling in his eyes, nodded helping Rolph to his feet. The company followed Rolph's charge. He ran straight at the injured Dragon and thrust his sword with all his might and his dying breath into the left eye. There was a sickening pop sounding through the room when Rolph slumped to the floor. The great wyrm roared out in pain allowing just enough time for the company to surround it spacing themselves evenly about it. They advanced only to retreat as the great Wyrm struck with its claws and teeth. Ripley and Sorast were knocked across the room with its great wing buffets, Xilanara was hit with its tail spikes and laid crumbled in the floor Kiannia, Wren, and Sebastian shot arrow after arrow at the great beast before managing to blind its other eye. Shardal and Adonai were knocked from their feet as the blind beast flailed its wings. Leahae was crushed beneath a great taloned paw. Flinton and Lorrayne seeing their chance ran up the tail and holding on to ridge spikes with one hand as they began to sink their axes into the great wyrm's spine. Shea, Celestae and Tristan hacked at the underside of the tree trunk neck puncturing the wind pipe even as Loraynne and Flinton severed the spinal cord. With one last twist the beast exhaled and collapsed. Upon the bloody floor.
Spring and Tyrana were doing all in their power to stop the bleeding wounds of what remained of their dwindling company. They gathered all their members of their members both living and dead and collapsed exhausted in a small alcove to one side. Tears streaked their blood bathed faces and for a time none dared to try and speak as they fought to come to terms with their losses and their grief.
Rolph, Xilanara, Leahae, lay dead nearby, Shane and Maneya lay scorched in the hall, and Bart and Borin lay partial dissolved in the tunnel where they had managed to drag them using a rope. The small company lay exhausted and greatly reduced. None had come this far unscathed, Tristan realized, his cracked rib was testimony to that, but even those lightly injured would always carry the scars of their friends deaths. Those are the wounds that never truly heal, and time can never erase.
"Everyone drink, and check each other over well." Tristan ordered finally breaking the awful silence as he handed Celestae his water skin. "Stay alert, remember, we are not alone here." He then removed the cloaks from his friends and covered them. As he did he silently apologized for their fate and thanked them. His heart was breaking, as he turned to those who remained. "If you have your breath we must move on, else they have time to organize against us. I am tired of loosing friends. I think it is time we finish this." He helped the seriously injured to their feet. He had to snap them from this before melancholy and despair could set in eroding the last of their confidence. "I have the lead, lets move," He added and quickly moved ahead not willing to lose another member of guard, his friends. He fought back the aching in his heart lest it consumed him.
Tristan found the stairs in the back corner, of the large hall, that served as the dragon's lair. Silently he moved to a door at the top and listened he heard the guttural language of foul orcs somewhat distant. He worked the latch and eased open the door. He motioned for Ripley and Celestae to check the upper levels of the lighthouse. As he and Tyrana checked the ground floor. They encountered a shaman, and the chief ,as they stood looking to the west, with two well-placed swings their decapitated bodies fell to the floor. Ripley and Celestae encountered one Guard at the very top of the lighthouse on the balcony. He slumped forward and fell over the side as Celestae kicked its reeking unwashed body from her blade. From their vantage point the two quickly took out the well spread out sentries on the island. They watched as Tristan and Tyrana made a quick sweep of the island finishing off the wounded sentries.
They returned and made their way back down the concealed stairs as Tristan and Tyrana released the great winches holding the chains taught across the harbors entrances. With a deep rumbling sound the great wheels spun as slack was fed to the chains, and they sagged downward into the depths of the bay.
With Tristan in the lead, followed by Celestae, they managed to surprise a small patrol. Hastely, the orcs tried to run back up the tunnel falling into an acid bath like the one that had claimed Bart and Borin. In their rush they forgot to move to the sides of the walls. The two in back in such a hurry to get away followed the first two into the acid. Tristan stood at the pools edge with the fire of rage rising in him he cut their hands off as they tried to grab the edge of the trap to escape the acid. He stood unmoving till they were dead. Satisfied he led the remainder of his diminished company onward. They took down another large patrol of a dozen with their bows before coming to the final stairs. The door had been left open, so they rushed into the room killing the score or so that stood looking at the soldiers massed outside. Ripley and Celestae killed three on the balcony above and lit the beacon and set it in motion.
Cheers rang out from the massed troops on either side of the bay. Knights came forward and helped the injured and accompanied Tristan, Celestae, Sheldon, and Ripley back into the tunnels with make shift litters to carry their lost comrades back to the city. Tristan had Captain Talon post ten knights and fifty soldiers at the western lighthouse. He then led his friends back the way they had come. Ripley and Sheldon lit the center lighthouse beacon setting it in motion before rejoining Tristan and Celestae. Finally, they came out in the eastern lighthouse and lit the beacon and started it in motion. Tristan spoke briefly with Captain Talon. "Post ten knights, and fifty soldiers here to secure this end please Captain. Tomorrow we can discuss what to do. For now, I will go to mourn my friends, and the price we paid here has taken its toll on us. Please send word to the ships in Elerrinar's Cove and Tell Captain Sandy I said she can come home now."
Uncharacteristic of such a seasoned warrior, Lord Talon took a moment alone atop the eastern light house to openly weep for his Prince and the remainder of his bodyguard. Their numbers nearly halved now, such a price they had paid for people they had never met till a few short days ago. He realized they could have request for troops to accompany them, by rights Tristan could have ordered them. Then he realized why he had not. They had felt, either due to their long absence from their homeland or because they felt they needed to earn the peoples respect that to take them alone was their only recourse. Though the price was so dear they had succeeded and Breezae was once more free.
Tristan was surprised to find the rest of his company waited for him at the east gate. They took up their fallen comrades and carried them through the streets, every knee bowed as they passed in respect for the fallen heroes. A pavilion in the deepest black and draped in purple had been erected in the town square.
With much sadness the rest of the company returned to the Prancing Unicorn. Lady Astrid had draped the door in purple and black out of respect. She still wore the green paint of her death mask. "I had your bath's drawn for you. Father sent ahead the news. I will have food ready when you decide to eat something. Know, one and all, I mourn as deeply as you for those lost. Let me know If I can do anything for you. I will send word when your ships arrive my Prince." Lady Astrid curtsied and went to the kitchens. She knelt in a small pantry and wept as the sight of Tristan and what remained of his company filled her mind. Such pain of loss was in their eyes. Covered almost head to toe in blood and other vile things. She forced herself to regain control of her emotion and went to clean any bloody footsteps they might have left herself.
"Everyone, go get you bath's and see those wounds are cleaned and tended. I will join you later for the evening meal." Tristan no longer able to talk offered Celestae his arm and, they went upstairs. He had to escape the eyes of his friends before his grief incompasatated him. He had to appear strong for them, so they had someone, something they could cling too. The weight of it made it difficult for him to lift his feet as he climbed the stairs to their apartments above.
When they entered his room and closed the door he dropped to his knees and wept. Celestae wept with him as she cradled his head to her. They wept till their were no more tears left in them. Finally, exhaustion left them there, in each others arms collapsed and bloody on the floor.
Some hours later, they took their baths, dressed in leather britches and their utility green tunics and went down to join the others for the evening meal. Tristan looked around the large table and his diminished number of companions. His heart lurched and tears welled in his eyes threatening to undo him here and now. Taking a long deep drink of the fire mead he forced them away and made his rounds checking the injuries of his friends. Captain Sandy came in just as he sat down "My Prince, the Osprey and the crippled Merchant men are moored securely at the wharves." I regret my tardiness, but I stopped by the pavilion to say my last words to my marines." She stated fighting the trembling in her pouting lips and the tears welling in her eyes. She wore all black britches and tunic. "They were yours my Prince, but they were mine too. I could not be prouder of all of you."
Sheldon rose and wrapped her in his great arms just holding her for a moment then pulled out the chair next to him and helped Sandy into it. He gave her an understanding smile and watched her bearing and manner return to her "Did you have much trouble getting the cripples into the harbor and up to the docks?" He asked her changing the subject for the benefit of all. His dark eyes staring intently at the fire haired Captain giving her a focal point.
"We managed, once we got the lumbering cows into the port we anchored them and used teams of horses to pull them up to the quay. Captain Talon sent down a detachment of the watch to keep the curious away." she smiled, as she stared into those dark eyes. " I think, we may want to look into the vast Naval Enclave here in Breezae, it is at those docks we moored the pirates and the Osprey. The crew was cleaning a couple of the barracks when I left."
"I can lend a hand tomorrow afternoon," Sheldon offered as he poured her a tankard of the fire ale before refilling his own. "Tristan, what do you think about seeing if we can find a couple folks to act as our proxies and manage some booths in the market Square? We have the crew of the Osprey here now, so we should be able to build some booths and fill them from the holds of those pirates we captured."
"I think, that may be a good idea." He stopped to consider it as he took a deep draw from his tankard. "We can use the revenue to fund ourselves here. Celestae will you go get Lady Astrid for us? Also send a page to Captain Talon, tell him I would like to speak with him as soon as he can join us." He finished looking up to see a couple men approaching them. He recognized one of them as the wagoner that helped in the market. "Greetings gentlemen how may I help you?" He inquired.
"I am Terrance, my lord, I have spoken with some of the folks here in town, and they want to gift you and your friends with seven blocks of marble for statuary of your fallen friends. We wanted to thank you all for what you folks have done for Breezae. We really do not know who you folks are, but we know nobles when we sees them. The others choose me to speak for them for some reason. I guess on account of my helping you in the market square and all. Sorry your Lordship, I am rambling on like a fishwife down to the docks. Its just, we do not want your friends or their sacrifice to be forgotten as many important things often all. I guess that is all we came to say ain't it Alvin?" The wagoner looked to his friend.
"That pretty much covers it Terrance. We jest wanna thank you and let ya know were not ungrateful." The man with thinning hair and a portly belly added. He hoped that it was not to clear neither he nor Terrance had much if any experience dealing with nobles. That aside they felt they had to do something for these new comers to show they were not ungratefull it was important to them and the rest of the folks here in Breezae.
"I thank you gentlemen, on behalf of all of us. Your gift is greatly appreciated you have touched our hearts with you brotherly gift. Please convey our sincere thanks to the people responsible." Tristan stood and shook both their hands. This small gesture on their part spoke volumes about his people even if they did not know they were his people. He turned to a barmaid and asked, "will you be sure these two and their friends are fed and given all the ale they can drink good lady?" She nodded, and showed them to a booth near the bar.
Lady Astrid and Celestae came out of the kitchens about the same time as the page came in with Captain Talon. "Please join us," Tristan invited. He waited for them to be seated. " I am sorry, for my abruptness to you all, today. I am, unaccustomed to the loss of friends and must admit, to you all, my grief did make me short. It is our navy's custom to bury our dead with the rising of the sun the day after their demise. I would like to bury them on the isle of the central lighthouse. The ground the light houses sit on belongs to the Duke does it not?" he inquired.
"It does, my Prince, according to law all of Breezae belongs to you and your family." Captain Talon informed him. "Even though, you have not been crowned, that is still your land to do with as you see fit." The stern Captain replied.
Tristan nodded, then continued," Then at dawn I would like to take my friends down to the waterfront district and place them on the Osprey and sail out to the isle and bury them where they can forever stand watch over us and the sea that brought us home. Know, as a members of my Honor Guard they were the truest knights of the realm. I would look kindly on it if you could provide a knight escort for them as is their right. Then I would ask both of you and the escort to board the Osprey and Sail out with us. We will be gone most of the day i fear we still have the task of cleaning up to finish. But I want to care for my friends who shed their blood for us first. We will be armored for battle as we were when they were with us."
Almost at the same time father and daughter said "It is our honor to be present." Tristan studied them taken into account the family resemblance then mentally compared their face to the one he knew so well that of Celestae. Finally, he dismissed the whole idea from his mind and excused himself to return to his room. Slowly he managed to undress his muscles screaming in protest at each excursion. With difficulty, he lowered himself to the softness of the great bed and surrendered himself to a deep dreamless sleep.
A few hours before dawn Celestae came to Tristans chambers. Together, they went down to the main room, joining the others, where they broke their fast in silence, then went to the Market square. Seven white carts waited with their friends. Knights in polished armor stood guard, two in front and two behind each cart. Tristan and his guard moved to the front where he issued the command "Home to the Sea." Then he pointed his sword to the waterfront they began to move. As they rode down the gentle incline, the people of Breezae, stood holding candles as the procession moved by them, they knelt. With a stately pace they crossed to the central pier and dismounted. The knights lifted the coffins they had escorted and carried them onto the deck of the Osprey. "To the Isle" Tristan ordered just as the first rays of light painted the water gold. With a steady beat of the drum the oars bit into the golden surface and the Osprey jumped forward. They reached the small dock of the Isle and the procession exited the Osprey and solemnly climbed to its summit. Sailors from the Osprey stood with their cutlasses drawn as the knights that bore them lowered them into the final resting place, that the Osprey's crew members had prepared. Tristan walked to the front with Captain Sandy, and they spoke in unison "Great was thy service, great was thy deeds, now take your great rest, for great are our memories of thee." Tristan removed the cutlass from atop each casket and turned laying them in Sandy's outstretched arms. "Their service is done, my Captain, they are at rest." Sheldon and Celestae then came forward and removed the cloaks that covered them and folded it. They lay them in Tristan's out stretched arms. Then speaking in unison they said "They are home my Prince, their service is done, they are at rest." Captain Talon came forth and spoke "Rest peaceful, ye knights of Breezae, Marines oaths are fulfilled, Your service is done, you are home at last." As the sailors covered the fallen with earth, overhead a great voice roared "Your service is done Lords and Ladies, rest well, for you are home" then he belched forth a great plume of flame seven times before flying out to sea and out of sight.
When they had covered them the small group stood reminiscing about their friends for a time before entering the light house and starting the gruesome task before them Sandy ferried the knights back to the wharf and returned with hand carts, crates, and barrels. Lady Astrid accompanied them along with their father and went below to where the carcass of the great beast lay. To the astonishment of all those assembled they clasp hands and spoke in Draconic and the beast massive body appeared on the surface above near the open sea.
Celestae and the two Dwarves, Lorrayne and Flinton began the grisly task of collecting cask of its blood and skinning the beast. They then opened its gullet and recovered several pails full of twinkling gemstones. The horns and ridge spines were removed as well as the spikes of its tail. Several hundred great blood-red scales from the chamber and the sight of their gruesome task, were all loaded and taken to the Naval enclave and placed in one of the massive granite storehouse. Then the carcass with great effort was given to the sea.
The orcs were all gathered stripped and burnt, large crates were filled with the gold, silver and copper coins of the hoard. Other items such as fine swords and armor, and masterly crafted candelabra's, jewelry, and jewels were placed in trunks taken up and loaded on the ship. A hidden room of scrolls tomes and books were discovered and crated. They loaded the weapons armor and various items found into crates and ferried them to the Enclave.
They proceeded to the western lighthouse and continued their work. Tristan discussed in great length with Captain Talon, and Flinton the construction of a wooden palisade to act as temporary extensions of the city wall to incorporate and surround the mainland light houses. The items collected were taken by wagon to the Enclave. The sun began to set as they completed their task at the eastern lighthouse.
The discussion that night, at the Prancing pony was lengthy and sketch's were made by the talented Vallonia Gullsea who had spent much of her down time on the Osprey in a book with charcoal. The other members of Tristan's guard watched in amazement as she brought to life the idea's they spoke. Then as it neared the midnight hour they clustered about her as she opened her book of sketch's to reveal moments of Tristan's company caught forever on parchment with charcoal. they turned the pages and seen Tristan in the bow of the Osprey, Rolph manning the catapult's with Borin, Ripley and Celestae with drawn bows and fierce looks. Captain Sandy at the helm, even Sheldon and Kiannia manning the oars. Maneya in the crows nest, Wren asleep in her bunk. The entire crew was for ever captured in her tome of sketch's. As the night wore on they made their way to their rooms for tomorrow would be another busy day.