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Adult +
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62
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8
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Chapter 59
[b]Chapter 0059: :[/b]
His mind was fogged as he lay there. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore. He knew nothing as he gazed into the strange, and unfamiliar faces around him. He supposed the one in white to be some kind of physician.
"It appears some demonic poison had tipped the arrow that had pierced him." The physician told the nobleman gathered around him.
"What do you mean? Is there nothing you can do for him?" One of the noblemen inquired very concerned about this arrow they were going on about. "We need our King."
He looked around and did not see anyone else within the room. He gasped in shock as all attention turned back in on him. He could not believe that he was a king. He didn't feel like a king. Although in truth he wasn't sure how it would feel to be a king.
A man with short brown hair knelt before him, taking his hand. "Your Majesty, do you remember me at all. I am your Champion, Sir Dirk Stormblade."
The name Stormblade sounded familiar but he could not place where he had heard the name before. He looked at the man lost and uncomprehending. Dirk Stormblade sighed realizing that they were in a dangerous situation.
One of the nobleman argued, "He cannot possibly lead us. We shall have to name someone in command until the King remembers his life."
"No. He is still the King." Dirk argued. "I will not obey anyone but King Elmgrim."
That wasn't a very pleasant sounding name. He wasn't sure he liked being called Elmgrim. He would have prefered a name nicer sounding to the ear then Elmgrim. But he supposed one couldn't help one's name then they could any more help being born a king or peasant.
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Magnus looked upon the warlock with hatred. He knew that in truth this war was the fault of that silver haired wizard warrior. He had not expected to come across the Betrayer.
"You hold the Emerald Sword. I have come to claim it." Magnus told him.
Stormblade thrusted the blade into the ground. "A sword is meaningless. It is the man whom wields the sword that makes it powerful. Take it if you can, Rosenbrim Wizard."
Magnus' long dark hair swayed behind him as he strode to take the sword. His hand grasped the hilt and with all his strength he managed to draw the emerald blade from the earth. He nearly fell over backwards from his act.
His mind was fogged as he lay there. He wasn't even sure who he was anymore. He knew nothing as he gazed into the strange, and unfamiliar faces around him. He supposed the one in white to be some kind of physician.
"It appears some demonic poison had tipped the arrow that had pierced him." The physician told the nobleman gathered around him.
"What do you mean? Is there nothing you can do for him?" One of the noblemen inquired very concerned about this arrow they were going on about. "We need our King."
He looked around and did not see anyone else within the room. He gasped in shock as all attention turned back in on him. He could not believe that he was a king. He didn't feel like a king. Although in truth he wasn't sure how it would feel to be a king.
A man with short brown hair knelt before him, taking his hand. "Your Majesty, do you remember me at all. I am your Champion, Sir Dirk Stormblade."
The name Stormblade sounded familiar but he could not place where he had heard the name before. He looked at the man lost and uncomprehending. Dirk Stormblade sighed realizing that they were in a dangerous situation.
One of the nobleman argued, "He cannot possibly lead us. We shall have to name someone in command until the King remembers his life."
"No. He is still the King." Dirk argued. "I will not obey anyone but King Elmgrim."
That wasn't a very pleasant sounding name. He wasn't sure he liked being called Elmgrim. He would have prefered a name nicer sounding to the ear then Elmgrim. But he supposed one couldn't help one's name then they could any more help being born a king or peasant.
***********************************************
Magnus looked upon the warlock with hatred. He knew that in truth this war was the fault of that silver haired wizard warrior. He had not expected to come across the Betrayer.
"You hold the Emerald Sword. I have come to claim it." Magnus told him.
Stormblade thrusted the blade into the ground. "A sword is meaningless. It is the man whom wields the sword that makes it powerful. Take it if you can, Rosenbrim Wizard."
Magnus' long dark hair swayed behind him as he strode to take the sword. His hand grasped the hilt and with all his strength he managed to draw the emerald blade from the earth. He nearly fell over backwards from his act.