Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Not So Hidden Red Hand

"So they are just slapping it on banners now?" We were being escorted to the leader of Tizan, the Marked One merely had to ask at the front gate and they let him right in.  That should have been my first indication that things were up, I'd have at least expected some kind of questioning when the executioner of the Gods shows up at your door step, but nope, off to see the leader.

"They have no reason to fear your government here, I don't think I've ever heard of your leaders crossing the sea, nor would they be greeted warmly here." True the Guard had too many domestic issues (still do including people like myself, yes I admit I'm a problem), but still!

"It's so jarring to see it like this." They even had the armor of their warriors adorned with the symbol, I could see why the marked one was afraid, once you subject yourself to a foreign power to the point of wearing their symbol instead of theirs? That's a bad bad sign.

"At least they haven't switched over to fire arms."

"Yeah I'd much rather die by arrows its a nicer way to go." He didn't comment back and we were lead into a large hallway, archers lined the walls leading up to an ornate thrown on it sat a man cloaked in robes I couldn't make out any features, but he appeared to be slumped in the throne, not even awake.

"How old is this leader?"

"Hundreds of years old, he was there at the formation?"

"What?" My voice rose and I noticed one of the archers take notice.

"Oh please necromancer, I don't need to tell you age is no more than a number to some." I have to say it was more than a little creepy how much the Marked One knew about me without mentioning how much he knew. Its like when you lied to a friend and they knew you lied but didn't call you on it until you were acting like they didn't know, you know?

"Wait how old are you?"

"BROTHER HOW GOOD OF YOU TO COME!" The voice boomed from the chair as our escort had gotten to the throne and whispered into its occupant. I noticed my companion tense up at the sound.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes several things, I believe they are about to try and kill us."

"Great." I mean I knew that was going to happen, but just because I knew, didn't make me anymore happy it was about to happen!"

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