Twisted World
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
28
Views:
1,703
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0
Recommended:
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Original work of fiction by author, resemblence to other works/authors characters and people living/dead purely coincidental. No copying please. REVIEW PLEASE - so many have read but not commented.
18 First Isle Revelations
Klem led the small delegation of peoples to the base of the bridge, as the Leaders of the Invasion approached with full battle colours flying.
“Ah, a small surrender party!” Vlad spoke with a sneer.
“Not surrender. Parley if you will.”
“What do we wish to parley about? Five of your islands are ours! What need we parley for the last?”
Klem eyed Vlad with a near twinkle. HERE lay the first big gamble. “Are you certain that our last island will be enough?”
Vlad was taken aback. What did this man have in mind? He laughed sarcastically. “Are you trying to tell me there is MORE?”
Bullseye! “There is ALWAYS more. THIS is what we would parley for.”
Vlad’s eyes gleamed. “Lead on then. You have my rapt attention.”
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The others of the Board listened in rapt attention also. They had not realised the scale of the thing.
Klem spoke of a force approaching them through the mists of southern Overland. They had metal ships in harbour just waiting to bring their folk in to colonize when the inhabitants had been removed. Overlord was trying to seize them from two directions whilst they had concentrated their efforts, albeit losing ones, on the LESSER threat of the two!
Only the deeply depressed First Minister had thought to question where such information had come from. Klem had brushed him aside like a weed. Where had ALL his information come from! From brave souls that had risked their very lives to see these things and return unseen! Did the First Minister think him such a fool as to debrief these servants of the isles in front of the whole Board?! Half as many folk of the isles would have died again had they not followed his wise advice.
Klem drew himself up, proud and haughty. Now, the gamble.
“My Lord Vlad, nay, minister, title where it is due; my Lord - surely you at least see the threat to yourself as well as the Isles? Overlord would crush you as you have surely nearly crushed us.”
“I see it, Master Klem, make no mistake. But what would you have me DO about it?”
“What I would have us ALL do about it. YOUR force with OUR force. To take on the approaching threat by meeting Overlord’s men on the very shores of his land before he has chance to flood the Isles and further still!”
It took little more argument to turn the parley into agreement to merge forces and take the fight to Overland itself.
Only the First Minister had grave misgivings. But he was not beaten yet. He proposed that the youngest and oldest be left to guard the last island, and that any who did not have the stomach for more be allowed to stay also. Klem glowered but accepted the majority decision. Vlad was happy either way. He was now head in all but name of a fine force he knew capable of taking on Overlord’s best.
“Ah, a small surrender party!” Vlad spoke with a sneer.
“Not surrender. Parley if you will.”
“What do we wish to parley about? Five of your islands are ours! What need we parley for the last?”
Klem eyed Vlad with a near twinkle. HERE lay the first big gamble. “Are you certain that our last island will be enough?”
Vlad was taken aback. What did this man have in mind? He laughed sarcastically. “Are you trying to tell me there is MORE?”
Bullseye! “There is ALWAYS more. THIS is what we would parley for.”
Vlad’s eyes gleamed. “Lead on then. You have my rapt attention.”
………………………………………………………………………………………….
The others of the Board listened in rapt attention also. They had not realised the scale of the thing.
Klem spoke of a force approaching them through the mists of southern Overland. They had metal ships in harbour just waiting to bring their folk in to colonize when the inhabitants had been removed. Overlord was trying to seize them from two directions whilst they had concentrated their efforts, albeit losing ones, on the LESSER threat of the two!
Only the deeply depressed First Minister had thought to question where such information had come from. Klem had brushed him aside like a weed. Where had ALL his information come from! From brave souls that had risked their very lives to see these things and return unseen! Did the First Minister think him such a fool as to debrief these servants of the isles in front of the whole Board?! Half as many folk of the isles would have died again had they not followed his wise advice.
Klem drew himself up, proud and haughty. Now, the gamble.
“My Lord Vlad, nay, minister, title where it is due; my Lord - surely you at least see the threat to yourself as well as the Isles? Overlord would crush you as you have surely nearly crushed us.”
“I see it, Master Klem, make no mistake. But what would you have me DO about it?”
“What I would have us ALL do about it. YOUR force with OUR force. To take on the approaching threat by meeting Overlord’s men on the very shores of his land before he has chance to flood the Isles and further still!”
It took little more argument to turn the parley into agreement to merge forces and take the fight to Overland itself.
Only the First Minister had grave misgivings. But he was not beaten yet. He proposed that the youngest and oldest be left to guard the last island, and that any who did not have the stomach for more be allowed to stay also. Klem glowered but accepted the majority decision. Vlad was happy either way. He was now head in all but name of a fine force he knew capable of taking on Overlord’s best.