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62
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8
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Chapter 57
Chapter 0057: For the Eye and the Sword :
The spear shattered in the hands of Tokuro. Tokuro snarled and casted aside the spear. Green blood puddled around the spear as it slowly transformed back into the slashed in half body of the incubus.
"It appears this is the Seventh Key, Eriulrryyk in the dragon tongue." Mikael spoke as he brandished the weapon against the unarmed seeming Tokuro. "Do you submit to me."
Tokuro pulled forth his dagger and snarled, "Never!"
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Devastation. All the East burned. Bones. Thousands of them littered the great east. Castles and great fortresses lay in ruin. Rosenbrim knelt down and brought a finger to the soil. He tasted the foul, acrid dirt. The dragons had brought about an extinction of their own kind. All that remained of them now was the broods buried deep in the bowels of the world and seas. He come far in a short time. In truth he had used a secret device of magic that rested on the edges of HammerFall. He was lucky to come through alive; considering the fact that the device was almost as ruined as this stretch of land headed ever eastward.
Rosenbrim had seen a great vision of darkness on his long journey to this point. He had used his sorcery to send his guardians away on other important errands. He had to warn the Western Kingdoms of the threat that had come out of the Shadows of ancient lore. The employers of the Iced Earth Horde was in fact a powerful and ancient demon lord; whose name had been lost to even legend and history. So he had come to the East to confront this being alone. No sword could aid against him; least it be the Emerald Sword and the Eye of Elgard.
The dark haired wizard wondered if any dragons had survived this great battle that seemed to stretch across most of the East. He stopped short as he saw that he was not alone.
"So shadow. We meet at last. Have you come to return the Eye to me?" Magnus inquired of his almost twin cousin.
"Do you think you can challenge my powers?" He smugly inquired as his shadow fell over his fellow wizard.
Out of the black ashes, he came unlooked for an unexpected. Rosenbrim had allies. Behind his nemesis stood a dirty pair; Bisucaya the Dragon Lord and the Dragon Aion in his human form. Magnus made a simple gesture in the language of dragons. Aion and Bisucaya silently returned it.
It came unexpectantly upon the dark haired warlock. From three sides the blast of sorcery slammed into the current wielder of Elgard's Eye. He let out a great cry of surprise before he fell to his knees in pain and enveloped a charge of brilliant, sapphire lightning and fire.
Rosenbrim charged with a dagger stabbing deeply into the distracted warlock's heart. It was obvious that the three way attack had clouded the vile man's judgement upon whom was the greatest threat to be dealt with first.
The dagger plunged deeply into the heart of the traitor Rosenbrim. Magnus smiled slightly at the corners of his lips as he reclaimed the Eye before it's powers could begin to regenerate and restore the Warlock.
He snarled at them as he laid there, "You have not won yet. The Demon Lords of the East still hold sway yet. You have only......one...' his voice faltered as his little powers that kept him breathing despite the blood spilling from the wound that cut through heart and lung finally claimed him at last.
Rosenbrim looked to the two of the dragon race. He gave a grim nod, "The first chapter is ended. Soon some darkness shall descend upon us that is unlooked for." he told them somewhat cryptically.
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Stephen looked out of HammerFall Castle to see it besieged. A great army rested upon his doorstep. Hundreds of peasants had been slaughtered simply becuase they stood between the army of the Hordes of Iced Earth and the Castle. Stephen had not expected so swift a retaliation by the mercenary group.
He wished now more then ever that Rosenbrim was beside him, to give comfort, to give aid and most of all to give him counsel. Strong wizardry of the most foul kind blew on the winds around that encampment. The hairs raising on the back of his neck told him to expect it. Most the leaders of the Horde were powerful Warlocks. One of their most infamous had even come from HammerFall.
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THey were dead. Mikael spat upon the corpses of the foul beings. He had no respect for weaklings; demons or eitherwise. He moved back towards the East. The silver haired warrior had no desire to remain in the West. The West would be no challenge to him. He had already fought and gaged their best fighters and found them all lacking. Only Niklas had offered him any challenge and men of legend like himself and Niklas did not exist in this world. Only the Far Easterner had come close to truly challenging his skill. He moved with stoic calm. His body stained with blood both his own and that of those he had battled.
The spear shattered in the hands of Tokuro. Tokuro snarled and casted aside the spear. Green blood puddled around the spear as it slowly transformed back into the slashed in half body of the incubus.
"It appears this is the Seventh Key, Eriulrryyk in the dragon tongue." Mikael spoke as he brandished the weapon against the unarmed seeming Tokuro. "Do you submit to me."
Tokuro pulled forth his dagger and snarled, "Never!"
************************************
Devastation. All the East burned. Bones. Thousands of them littered the great east. Castles and great fortresses lay in ruin. Rosenbrim knelt down and brought a finger to the soil. He tasted the foul, acrid dirt. The dragons had brought about an extinction of their own kind. All that remained of them now was the broods buried deep in the bowels of the world and seas. He come far in a short time. In truth he had used a secret device of magic that rested on the edges of HammerFall. He was lucky to come through alive; considering the fact that the device was almost as ruined as this stretch of land headed ever eastward.
Rosenbrim had seen a great vision of darkness on his long journey to this point. He had used his sorcery to send his guardians away on other important errands. He had to warn the Western Kingdoms of the threat that had come out of the Shadows of ancient lore. The employers of the Iced Earth Horde was in fact a powerful and ancient demon lord; whose name had been lost to even legend and history. So he had come to the East to confront this being alone. No sword could aid against him; least it be the Emerald Sword and the Eye of Elgard.
The dark haired wizard wondered if any dragons had survived this great battle that seemed to stretch across most of the East. He stopped short as he saw that he was not alone.
"So shadow. We meet at last. Have you come to return the Eye to me?" Magnus inquired of his almost twin cousin.
"Do you think you can challenge my powers?" He smugly inquired as his shadow fell over his fellow wizard.
Out of the black ashes, he came unlooked for an unexpected. Rosenbrim had allies. Behind his nemesis stood a dirty pair; Bisucaya the Dragon Lord and the Dragon Aion in his human form. Magnus made a simple gesture in the language of dragons. Aion and Bisucaya silently returned it.
It came unexpectantly upon the dark haired warlock. From three sides the blast of sorcery slammed into the current wielder of Elgard's Eye. He let out a great cry of surprise before he fell to his knees in pain and enveloped a charge of brilliant, sapphire lightning and fire.
Rosenbrim charged with a dagger stabbing deeply into the distracted warlock's heart. It was obvious that the three way attack had clouded the vile man's judgement upon whom was the greatest threat to be dealt with first.
The dagger plunged deeply into the heart of the traitor Rosenbrim. Magnus smiled slightly at the corners of his lips as he reclaimed the Eye before it's powers could begin to regenerate and restore the Warlock.
He snarled at them as he laid there, "You have not won yet. The Demon Lords of the East still hold sway yet. You have only......one...' his voice faltered as his little powers that kept him breathing despite the blood spilling from the wound that cut through heart and lung finally claimed him at last.
Rosenbrim looked to the two of the dragon race. He gave a grim nod, "The first chapter is ended. Soon some darkness shall descend upon us that is unlooked for." he told them somewhat cryptically.
**********************************************
Stephen looked out of HammerFall Castle to see it besieged. A great army rested upon his doorstep. Hundreds of peasants had been slaughtered simply becuase they stood between the army of the Hordes of Iced Earth and the Castle. Stephen had not expected so swift a retaliation by the mercenary group.
He wished now more then ever that Rosenbrim was beside him, to give comfort, to give aid and most of all to give him counsel. Strong wizardry of the most foul kind blew on the winds around that encampment. The hairs raising on the back of his neck told him to expect it. Most the leaders of the Horde were powerful Warlocks. One of their most infamous had even come from HammerFall.
****************************************
THey were dead. Mikael spat upon the corpses of the foul beings. He had no respect for weaklings; demons or eitherwise. He moved back towards the East. The silver haired warrior had no desire to remain in the West. The West would be no challenge to him. He had already fought and gaged their best fighters and found them all lacking. Only Niklas had offered him any challenge and men of legend like himself and Niklas did not exist in this world. Only the Far Easterner had come close to truly challenging his skill. He moved with stoic calm. His body stained with blood both his own and that of those he had battled.