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| onyx_dromeda | Aug 27 2010, 01:21 AM Post #31 |
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The man looked at him and undid his chains. "The king has just informed me that you are to be released with no penalty, but he warns, to stay away from his daughter," he said. |
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| Red | Sep 1 2010, 03:01 PM Post #32 |
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"but I haven't done anything... she came to me, we talked, and the king came out of nowhere and I didn't know who he was." |
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| rfuller7777 | Sep 21 2010, 08:58 PM Post #33 |
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The solder officer escorted Galitor through the large castle, which seemed to go on forever through beautiful hallways, through silver doors, through picturesque gardens some with fountains some with small lakes with golden fish swimming here and there and some with grassy hills past the stables. Then at last he came to a large carved golden double door. As he opened the door he said Sir my master told me to tell you that this section of the castle was built especially for your grandfather and has not been used sense. It as he left it so many years ago. You will be provided servants to care for your needs. There is currently a small staff cleaning all the rooms because no one has been here for so long this area has been sealed since your grandfather left so many years ago. It is just as your grandfather left it. In fact all of his clothes, armor and weapons are as he left it. As the doors opened Galitor stepped in to a large entry room with a table in the center and chairs all around the room the walls were covered with art. Scenes of his home planet Forna, of dragons and eagles in battle, scenes of the hills, rivers and mountain castles of his ancestral home land, scenes of his home world now destroyed. At one end of the room was a large tapestries hanging high in the air suspended from the ceiling. It presented a scene of Fornian men in full flight high in the air with the sea and mountains’ behind. Galitor had never seen such a picture he had heard of stories of men in full flight but all references to them had been removed form his home years ago and was considered only to be folk tale stories. Standing along the back wall under the tapestries and in front of a huge carved fireplace stood 5 men, two of the five looked very old. all dressed and in fine clothes. From the fireplace to each corner was a large wall of armor and weapons, all of old fornain origin. Galitor stood in awe he could not believe his eyes I was like going home and looking at a room in his beloved families home castle. As he stood there, unable to say anything, no one else spoke a word letting him view the splendor. At last one of the old men with a golden crest of a griffin on his chest stepped forward and began to speak. Sir I am Sir Wilson a Master Knight, and as a very young boy I proudly served along with my father and trained under your grandfather in this very room. He was a wonderful man and served the light all the days of his life. I was with him all the years he lived here until his return to Forna. As you can see it is left the same as day when he left. This section of the castle was closed off and not used for all these years so as you see it is the way your grandfather left it. My father and I served you grandfather and it is my honor to serve you now. And as you see I may be old now but I still have a fight or two in me left. (And he laughed out loud.) Sir Wilson locked to his left and said here is a steward Gowen he also remembers your family and all that they have done in the service of the light, and there unique needs, we will be proud to serve you as we have your family before, and these men who are all relatives of men that served him in those dark days. My escort turned to me as said Sir please rest and refresh yourself the king has asked me to tell you he will meet with you tomorrow for a contest of arms. He would like to workout with you. I think this section of the castle will meet your requirements and you may find all you require. As he turned to leave he said I will return tomorrow at mid morn to escort you to the training area, till then Sir. Sir Wilson looked at me and said. Sir you can make yourself at home, dinner will be served at dusk until then please fell free to relax it is now your home I will turn everything over to Gowen and his staff. Many of your grandfather’s clothes should fit, and what does not will be altered as soon as possible. Please feel free this is now all yours. The others walked up, stood in front of Galitor bowed and gave their names and support and then went off to their duties. Sir Wilson said Sir, I think if you are to train with the king tomorrow we need to start to adjust your training armor tonight. Any changes needs to be done I will call the armor and have him modify your grandfathers training armor immediately. And as for your current battle armor please I will send it to the armory to have it cleaned and polished and made ready for battle. Galitor said I will give it to you before dinner Sir Wilson and thank your for your kindness for me and for my grandfather. As every one left Galitor and he began to explore the rooms. To left of the entrance room was a large weapons storage room. Weapons of all types and sizes some that Galitor had never even seen before. Storage areas some with drawers and cabinets, some with wood and some with glass doors, many locked and dusty. Gowen stood near the entrance of the room, sorry Sir as I said we have not been in this section of the castle in a long time. Came the voice of Gowen from behind him, And with little notice of your arrival. However we will have everything cleaned by tomorrow you will never know so many years have passed. Galitor continued on with his tour vowing to return to this room and investigate the treasure trove of weapons and armor stored in this room, as soon as he could. Back to the entrance room on the right was a room with one large and some small tables and chairs around the room with maps and other items on the walls. On the table were small figures in the shape of people, horses plus people with wings dragons and eagles. Galitor thought that these figurines’ looked a lot like fornaian combat troops, others of men and then some he could not recognize. This seems to be both a dinning room and a combat planning room he thought as he went on, wondering about the figures that he could not identify. Then down a long hall to a bedroom a bathroom and what a bedroom it was just like his father’s bed lifted high in the room suspended from the ceiling the only way to reach it was to fly up to it. With a soft mattress so even with his wings he could lay on his back in full comfort. And the bathroom with shower with three sprays to properly clean the feather sections of his back where the wings met his shoulders and large enough so he could spread his wings and still stay under the water. This is wonderful he had not had a proper bath in so long he forgot how it felt. Next to this shower was a steam bath and the largest bathtub he had ever seen. Back in the bedroom a double door opened on to a small balcony overlooking a garden and a river with the mountains’ behind. Galitor gazed upon the mountain so far off and thought of his people high up in those very mountains’ safe for now but for how much longer. Why was he here, why did he not get destroyed with the rest of the people of his planet? Why, why, why. Just then Gowen entered the balcony and said that dinner was ready. Galitor thought for a moment yes, he was hungry, it had been a long day without eating. He went back to the room with the tables and there was a meal of the likes he had never seen for one person. Meats of different types, soups, vegetables, and at last a table full of fruit alone some known and some unknown. Gowen said that they were unsure what types of foods he preferred so they brought many for him to make a selection. Fornian food it wasn’t but it was so close it was hard to tell and it was very good. He sat down eat thinking over the last few weeks and all that had happened as he began to try some of the meat and potatoes. Now what am I to do he thought? He sat there thinking for a long time enjoying the food and drink. After he finished dinner he returned to the bed room looking carful through the room he noticed a rock high in the corner where no human could reach unless he climed up on something, Galitor jumped up and placed his small pack behind this rock and said to himself, no one will find it there! He then undressed and took a long bath and then a shower for the first time since being in this land. Returning to his bedroom there was bed cloths laid out. His Dragon scale armor removed along with all of his other clothes. He put them on and half jumped and half flue to the bed high to the ceiling in the corner of the room. Then looking out the window to the mountains and thinking of his people he fell into a deep sleep, deeper than he had not had in years. As morning approached he awoke to the smell of more food, jumping down from his high bed he found what seemed new clothes laid out with the royal seal of Forna. I guess it was his now. But, he could not, would not, and did not want to ware it. he was not ready or worthy, he had much to do and much to prove before he would ware the robes of a his family royal crest. Now he decided to leave it lay where it was and looking around for a different tunic. All through a closet full of old clothes from his grandfathers he guessed only a few were without full royal crests. At last he found a royal red tunic without any emblem he put this on and went back to the table room. Again there was food and hot drink Sir Wilson was there standing besides the table. Galitor invited him to sit, eat, and talk. Galitor asking the questions and Sir Wilson answering as best as he could. For hours they talked, Discussions concerning darkcry the status of recent battles, the war in general, Why, Why did it come to Forna. After breakfast Sir Wilson said Sir I suggest you get your training armor on, while you slept I had one of your grandfathers cleaned and repaired and adjusted for you. It is not yet up to our standards but it will have to do until we modify the rest of your grandfathers armor to fit you. This should only take a few days; never the less the king’s messenger should be here any minute. And you need to be ready you will be very sore before this day is through! The King does not play at practice. Indeed a few minutes after Galitor dressed in the strange red training armor the Kings messenger arrived. And together the three of them left the rooms and headed for the training gardens. As they traveled Sir Wilson was telling Galitor to be aware of the king and his swordsmanship. His words were “sir I have trained many of men in swordsmanship but never have I seen a man that can use the sword better than him. Watch he moves like a cat and strikes faster than a snake you think he is going here and he is there instead he is the best in the land for the last 10,000 years. As they enter the courtyard standing in the middle of a circle stood the king dressed in his lightest battle armor of silver and gold on his chest was a golden crest and in his hand was the sword of legend. This was an amazing site if not frightening. Galitor entered the garden and said ‘good morning your majesty’. The king looked and razing his sword he said in his own way --- Prince Galitor would care to have a little dance with me today! And that is the way it started! |
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| onyx_dromeda | Nov 30 2010, 08:20 PM Post #34 |
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Enyon looked at him and sighed, and tossed him a training sword. "Prepare yourself Galitor." |
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