HammerFall So Red the Ice Was Never

Long silver hair flowed down over his bloodstained armor. A sinister smugness rested easily upon the lips of the HammerFall knight known as Mikael Stormblade. His long sword drenched in the blood of his comrades. Lightning flashed in the air as the sky darkened. Only two Knights of HammerFall stood upon the battlements, and one of them was using dark magery to summon forth an unnatural storm. The winds came wildly blowing down over the plains from the Hills in the Black Easts.

Mikael's sapphire eyes gazed with apathy upon the upset and badly injured Niklas Sundine, Captain of the HammerFall Knights. The armor of the other knight was no different from the armor that Mikael wore. The battle had recently stained their platemail.

Mikael held his sword pointed towards his old comrade. "Now you shall die for your ignorance."

Niklas asked in shock and rage, "How?!! How could you betray your own kingdom, Mikael?"

His answer was a harsh laughter that obviously had cut Niklas to the depths of his soul. The Warlock advanced arrogantly towards Niklas. His hand gripped onto the other's long, silky black locks. He sniffed with clear disdain as he held the weakened warrior. His lips pressed with repugnance against Niklas. Often they had interlocked together before this moment. But never had Niklas seen such searing hatred in those oceans of blue. The tongue forced it's way down to the back of Niklas' throat as Mikael held him paralyzed upon the battlements with the burning look in his eyes. Rain pelted against them; stinging his already wounded body. Then Niklas gasped as he felt the sword stab deeply into his chest. Blood squirted against him. Niklas almsot fell to his knees; but the hand in his long black hair held him up. Mikael pulled away from the kiss; his mouth bearing the blood that the Knight of HammerFall had coughed up into the warlock's orifice.

He let the dying warrior fall from him. His black leather boots crunched down upon the fallen with apathy as he strode away from the battlements. The stormwinds raged about him; causing his silver hair to flow in every direction as he ignored several strands of silver hair batting against his smooth, flawless face of porcelain white. The few splashes of blood on his face only enhanced his musculine beauty as he strode towards the Black East.

Mikael did not see the words on the dying lips of Niklas; his former lover. If he had turned back he would see Niklas label him as Warlock, betrayer. And if he had would Mikael even have cared now. Only Mikael Stormblade would know the answer to such a question.


Chapter One: Living In The Shadow:


"Can we really trust him, Rosenbrim? After all his brother is...."

The look the wizard had given King Stephen silenced him. He objected no further. The King of HammerFall rarely questioned the judgement of his court wizard. Rosenbrim had never before led him wrong; but doubts swirled in the king's mind. It was true that Stormblade family were reknown throughout all Terra as the most powerful warriors and wizards; but fifteen years ago they had been betrayed by a Stormblade warrior. A man that King Stephen would have trusted with his soul. It now brought doubt ever gnawing at him when it came to those he trusted. Only Rosenbrim whom he had grown up with could he trust completely in his heart.

Rosenbrim's slender fingers gently caressed Stephen's short white hair. "Have faith in me, Stephen. He is the man needed. And if he fails HammerFall it will matter little since you put no faith in him in the first place."

Stephen turned away from him in the bed. His back was to the wizard as he felt those delicate hands kneading into his shoulders. Stephen spoke in a whisper, "The Horde of Iced Earth draws near us with each passing night. My peasants are in uproar with fear that we shall be swallowed up by the demons they use. Can I really trust this Jasper Stormblade?"

The wizard sagely inquired, "Do you have any other choice, my King?"

Stephen turned around and wrapped his arms around the nude wizard resting atop of the silken sheets. He held Rosenbrim close to him; their nude, hard bodies pressed against each other. "No, so I shall trust once more to your guidance, Magnus."

Their lips locked together. The warmth flooded over the king's body as they laid intertwined together. Rosenbrim's legs wrapped around his broad torso as their arms held one another.
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He stared at that slender waif like figure. Johan couldn't help himself. He knew that he was supposed to be practicing; but he couldn't with such a distraction before him. His soft emerald eyes watched the masterful strokes and cuts of silver haired swordsman. Everything about Jasper Stormblade made Johan want to melt into the warrior; especially the way his silver bangs fell over his face. He felt that he might swoon. He felt a hard hit to the back of his head. He turned around quickly.

"What was that for?" He inquired and then wished he'd not asked as he gazed into those dark brown eyes.

Master Helford scolded, "You are supposed to be practicing. Your skills are still at the novice level, and you've been training for three years now, Johan."

Helford grabbed Johan by the back of his neck and pulled up the young swordsman, "Stop daydreaming and start practicing. You'll bring shame upon me if you don't start improving."
Johan really disliked the middle aged swordmaster and at the same time respected the man. After all Helford had fought in the battles against the armies of the Black East a little more then fifteen years ago. And then there was the jealousy. It seemed that Helford was always touching Jasper whenever he congratulated the silver haired swordsman. He knew it wasn't really anything to get jealous over. After all Helford always clapped people on the shoulder when they did well in practice; but still Johan couldn't help the waves of jealous that washed over him everytime he saw Helford or anyone else touching Jasper that wasn't him.

He drew out his sword and started to practice; but in truth he was moving closer to listen to Helford speak with Jasper.

Helford remarked and then trailed off, "Your natural apitude for swordfighting is impressive; but I'd expect nothing less from the Stormblade line. That is why it will not be easy for me to say this...."
He seemed lost in thought as to finish his sentence.

Jasper said with apathy upon his face that his voice lied that he didnt have, "What is it Master Helford? You can't suddenly go silently on me after saying that."

"Sorry, I was just thinking of your brother and how much you resemble him."

Jasper snapped, "I am nothing like him!' his shoulders then slumped forward, "I'm sorry, Master Helford. I'm just tired of being compared to him. I am not brother."

Helford replied as he placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder, "Exactly." At that touch a jealous rage filled Johan; but he continued to pretend to practice as he eavesdropped, "King Elmgrim realizes that. It is why he has decided to promote you to full knighthood. His majesty has a mission that his royal highness believes only you can achieve."

"Because I'm the brother of Mikael Stormblade!?" Jasper said shoving the hand off his shoulder.

"No. Because you are a Stormblade and you are an excellent swordsman. This has little to do with your brother. And you know it. If you want to be thought of as separate from him then you must make a legend for yourself that is worthy of you."

Jasper sighed and the rushing of air out of those lungs filled Johan with longing. He wanted to feel that air upon his flesh. He wanted to be feel those strong arms of the silver haired swordsman wrapped protective about his body.

Jasper half smiled, "I suppose you have a point. So what is this mission?"

"I cannot tell you here. Tomorrow morning, at first light you are to meet with Wizard Rosenbrim. He will inform of your mission." Helford told the other. The swordmaster quickly turned around and bellowed, "Johan! Stop eaves dropping and take your practicing more seriously!"

[b]Chapter 002: Rosenbrim's Council[/b]

The bright mornng sunlight entered into the Council of Lord's Petition Chambers. It was room with many tables and benches that formed a semi circle around a raised dais. On that raised dais rested a large black table of onyx. Normally this head table was where the great advisors of King Elmgrim sat, and stacked with governmental papers to a room filled with shouting voices demanding to be heard. But in this early morning the Petition Chamber had been closed for the audience between Wizard Rosenbrim and Jasper Stormblade.

Rosenbrim contemplatively sat upon the black, oaken chair. His pale green eyes gazed into those of bright sapphires of Jasper Stormblade as he entered the chambers. That was always the first place that Rosenbrim looked; into the eyes of men. It was within these windows that he read the souls of men, beasts, and demons.

The wizard had worn his long black hair loose and over his shoulders. He did not dress as wizards. He wore chainmail beneath his black and gold dyed, silken robe. He leaned his face upon the palms of his hands as the silver haired youth knelt before him.

"Wizard Rosenbrim, you summoned me?"

He smiled slightly at the short haired swordsman, "Yes. King Elmgrim has given much thought to the threat of Iced Earth. As you may not know the Iced Earth is not a country or kingdom or even empire as many of the peasants and other ignorant peoples of the world think. Iced Earth is a mercenary band, and their goals are unclear. All we know is that they came from the Black East and fought in the war against and for the Black Easts; playing kingdoms against each other. They are a devious minded band."

"Then is my mission connected to this mercenary band, Wizard Rosenbrim?"

"Only in an abstract manner, young Stormblade." Rosenbrim stood up and walked over Jasper. He knelt down beside the youth, "You don't have to kneel throughout this whole meeting. You may rise. I am no king. I am no noble. I am simply Rosenbrim."

The wizard took hold of the hand of Jasper and helped him to stand. It was uncanny. The youth looked as Mikael had in his youth; but there was a clear difference between them; despite their similiar appearance. Jasper and Mikael did not share the same spirit traits of hatred, lust and greed. They were there; yes; but no as strongly as Mikael had possessed.

"So what then is my task, Rosenbrim?" Jasper asked.

Rosenbrim smiled at him, "To the southwest of HammerFall lays Stratsovara, once our alley. We have heard nothing except silence from them since the end of the war against the Black East. You are to travel as my guard. I am going as a diplomat to meet with King Tolkki. Will you accept this mission, Sir Stormblade?"

The smile remained on his lips as Jasper stood silently. He knew that Jasper wouldn't make any haste filled decisions. It was part of the Stormblade line; being cautious and weighing out all matters before taking a course. Although Stormblades were also quite capable of making snap decisions as well if the situation made it dire for such actions.

"I shall accompany to Stratsovara."

Suddenly the doors slammed open. Rosenbrim's eyes moved from Jasper to meet those of a young novice. He couldn't quite place; but he knew from the build and facial features that he had to have come from Lersson Family, a lesser noblity compared to the Stormblades and other such illustrious houses of HammerFall. He was dressed in leather practice garb. It was obvious that the boy had skipped his practice to come here.

"You can't take him away from me, Wizard Rosenbrim!" The dark blond shouted at him.

Devotion. It seemed to vibrate all over the Lersson warrior. Rosenbrim sensed strong emotions holding this Lersson youth to Jasper. The smile faded slightly from his face.

"And whom are you to order me, novice Lersson?" His face took on a stern countenace though in truth he was merely playing a mind game with the young blond.

He backed away a step from Wizard Rosenbrim. The wizard could sense his nervousness and fear.

"I....I am...I mean...you.." He trailed off no longer sure of himself.

Rosenbrim pulled himself up so that he seemed to tower over the two boys within the room; but in fact he had not done so. He had merely conjured magic of intimidation.

"I am MAGNUS ROSENBRIM!! Whom are you to order me?!" He spoke in a voice that shook the chamber with it's authority.

"I...I am...I am Johan Lersson and...I..." He blushed unable to finish what Rosenbrim already knew.

Then the most unexpected thing happened that shocked both young men. Rosenbrim laughed. His intimidation spell broken by his own laughter.

"You have braved much danger, young Johan. Such bravery I shall have need of in my journey. You shall accompany young Stormblade and myself into Stratsovara." Rosenbrim then turned away from them. He took his seat before the main table.

He waved his hand in dismissal. His eyes watched with amusement as the two warriors left the Petition Chamber.


Bones, and the skeletons of dead warriors littered the field outside the great city of Xasthur. It had seemed so far away and yet so close. That war fifteen years ago, when the Hordes of Iced Earth first came to power. They were mercenaries, and yet they had been the crucial key to defeating the armies of the Black East. However it was only known by the Wise that the Hordes of Iced Earth were also the ones behind the Western War, fifteen years ago.

He silently stood surveying the dead bones that had never been picked clean or buried from the battlefield outside the kingdom of Stratsovara and HammerFall. The silver haired warrior had not been back to this battlefield since the day he had killed Niklas Sundine. His long silver hair rested freely and easily upon his back; stretching almost down to his ass. He closed his eyes to heighten his sense of feel. The barely blowing breeze was warm against his flesh.

Mikael Stormblade moved by instinct. He smiled darkly to himself as he knelt where the body of Niklas Sundine still laid, or rather the skeleton of the warrior. He opened his eyes and knew the truth for his old sword was still plunged into the great warrior's body.

Mikael's hand gently ripped the skull from it's spine. "Niklas, so blind to everything. To think I had once thought of giving you my heart. Instead I gave you the taste of my steel."

He laughed darkly to himself and then kissed the bared teeth of the rotting skull. He held the skull in both hands, and then crushed it. He blew across the dust; scattering it across the battlefield.

"There is nothing here in the West for me." Mikael spoke to the shattered bones as he stepped on his former lover, grinding more of the great warrior's skeleton into dust among the fertile, tall grasses.

He headed once more towards the south. It was in the Kingdom of Dargor that he would meet his next oponnent. He hoped that this one would prove at least a challenge for him.

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Jasper silently rode at the left of the x-formation of horses. In the center of the 'x' rode Rosenbrim. He did not have to look back to know this. On the right side of him rode Johan Lersson. Jasper would never have picked Johan to be part of this mission. The novice was not nearly skilled enough for even a simple mission such as this one was turning out to be. If trouble would come Jasper felt the slightly younger man would undoubtly get in his way. He had protested this decision of Rosenbrim to the Wizard himself; but the wizard strangely insisted upon Johan's coming.

Jasper also didn't understand what had gone on in the chamber that day. He didn't understand why the novice warrior didn't want him to leave. It was a knight's duty to go on missions. This had been Jasper's most desired dream since he was old enough to walk. He had seen his brother dressed as a Knight of HammerFall as a child. Ever since then he had dreamed of becoming a Knight, and making a name for himself. He was a Stormblade, and as such he was destined for this life, and in truth he wanted no other kind of life. Fighting and protecting his People was all that he wanted.

Jasper heard something up ahead. He raised his hand calling for a halt of the horses. Jasper dismounted in silence. No one spoke at first as he started to silently walk towards where he had heard the noise up ahead.

Johan asked, "Sir Stormblade?"

Jasper gave him a look that silenced the young novice, and then continued his silent approach. His hand rested eagerly upon the semi hammer shaped hilt of his sword. A foul reek filled Jasper's nostrils as he came ever closer to the trees and brush that surrounded it.

Out of the dark brushes it launched at him. Sharp gleaming fangs snarling and eager to sink into demon flesh.

b]Chapter 004: Battle On The Roadside:[/b]

Out of the dark brushes it launched at him. Sharp, gleaming fangs snarling and eager to sink into human flesh. The ring of steel against solid fangs and claws sounded in his ears as Jasper drew his blade from its scabbard. The strong steel stood between him and the demon. Golden eyes locked with his own as drool dripped from the fangs onto his blade with a soft hissing sound of the heat striking the cold metal. The blade bit into the flesh of the claws slightly causing warm, green blood to flow from it. Jasper quickly drew out his dagger and stabbed into the demon's chest as the foul beast tried to continue it's assault despite the blade blocking it's way. It leaped back with a howl as two more appeared from the forest's bushes.
A ring of lightning blasted from the clear sky; the inky black skin of the demons caught fire as they ran away howling in pain and hissing the words 'maghrackn'. Jasper had never heard that word or much of the demon tongue before now.
Rosenbrim rode towards Jasper, "You did well, Sir Stormblade. It would appear the lesser minnions of hell are still abroad in these lands. How unusual. I had thought Stratsovara safe. It appears that the borders between our two kingdoms shall soon no longer be safe."
Jasper looked up towards the wizard, "Lord Rosenbrim, what does maghrackn mean?"
Rosenbrim's face grew a faint smile, "That is a very old and hated word among the demon. All words have a history and power to them. Like the word I used to summon the lightning to chase them away. Maghrackn would be me. Namely what I am. However, it is not a pleasant meaning in true. It means Wizard who is most foul. But I do not bear the demons any malice in this. After all, it was the Warlocks whom had made the into slaves and Wizards that had sent them back to their own world during the Great War nearly a millenia ago. They are a long lived race with long memory for grudges. But that is enough of a history lesson, young Stormblade. It would be best for us to move on, now that the road is clear."
Jasper mounted back onto his horse; which had shied away during the fighting. Johan seemed to be relieved; although Jasper wasn't quite sure he understood why.
The young novice rode up beside Jasper. Stormblade frowned as he felt the hand reach out and squeeze his. "Are you sure you are okay? You didn't get hurt during that fight, did you, Jasper?"
Jasper shook off Johan's hand, "I don't need a wet nurse. I can take care of myself, Novice Lersson."
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Rosenbrim smiled as he saw the exchange between Jasper and Lersson. It made him think of Stephen. He sighed wistfully. In truth, he had not wanted to go on this diplomatic mission. But he had no other options. He was the only one whom could be spared from the court at HammerFall. It was his duty and he had no desire or plans to shirk it. After all everything he had was to be able to support Stephen. Even becoming a wizard was part of that. Although in truth he did quite enjoy being a wizard whether it was for Stephen or not. The sight of the two warriors brought back memories of his youth. Stephen and he had known each other since infancy. Rosenbrim had always been fascinated by Stephen. He clearly remembered being two years old and following around the one year older Stephen.
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The gardens were rich with fruit. Rosenbrim paid no attention to the food hanging from the trees and bushes. He was only interested in one thing. His loose robes ocassionally brushed up against his knees as he followed the three year old Stephy. It wasn't fair to him that Stephen could walk so much faster then him. He tried to keep up.
Rosenbrim called out in his tiny, petulant voice, "Stephy! Stephy! Wait up...Step...."
He didn't finish the sentence as he fell flat on his face as Stephen continued to walk on; completely ignoring him again. Rosenbrim sat up and sniffled, "You're so mea..."
Again his sentence faultered as he saw through his blurry eyes the kind face of Stephen coming closer to him.
"I sorried Maggy. Here, please hold my hand." Stephen said as he grabbed onto Magnus Rosenbrim's hand. "Did you get hurt?"
Rosenbrim sniffled for a second; but he wanted to be strong and no burden, "I okay." he sniffled again and felt himself pulled to his feet by Stephen. The two walked hand in hand through the lush spring garden.
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Rosenbrim was brought out of his memories as it came time to rest for the night. The tents were set. He supposed that by the end of the week they would come to Xasthur and then from there they would travel on south until they came at least to the Castle Vara; capitol of Stratsovara.
He sat gazing into his campfire as he heard someone sit down next to him. He turned to see the Lersson novice. Rosenbrim offered him a faint smile, and then returned back to his fire gazing. The images dancing in the flames and burning away of wood reminded him of days long passed. He glanced up again as he heard the Lersson novice clearing his throat.
Rosenbrim asked, "Was there something you wanted from me?"
The words came stuttering from his mouth, "You're...I mean I know. You....you're a wizard right?"
"Yes." He answered simply.
"Do you think? I mean...Can you make me a love potion?" He blushed immediately after saying it.
Rosenbrim almost laughed; but held it in at seeing the sincerity in the youth's eyes. He gave another faint smile instead, "The human heart is beyond mortal's magic, Novice Warrior. Besides those things often end bad. It is best to let nature decide these things, and not force them."
"But the person I love, doesn't love me back. If anything I think that person hates me." Lersson said in a meek and defeated voice.
Rosenbrim sighed and wondered why warriors always came to him with such problems, and looking for such simple solutions, "It is a hard path to tread, this thing called life. You must make yourself worthy of this person's love first. Make this person want you instead of simply you wanting them. That is all."
Lersson asked confused and desparate, "But how am I to do that?"
The wizard informed him, "That is a question only you can answer, fore only you know the heart of your beloved."


[b]Chapter 005: Road To Vara:[/b]


Xasthur had been found much the way that Jasper had expected to find it. Outside the great city had been littered with the dead. He felt odd that Rosenbrim had some small part of the carnage of 15 years ago that had laid before them on their journey. As a wizard he had some dealings with the battles against the Black East 15 years ago.

Jasper was glad to leave Xasthur behind them. It had brought a chill over him for reason he understood to well. The battlefied outside of Xasthur was the shadow of his brother pulled at him the strongest and he had spent most of his time there next to Rosenbrim to stay out of the memory of his treacherious brother, Mikael. It felt as though no matter where he went the shadow of his brother followed behind him; an embarassment upon the Stormblade family name and still notorious for his skill with weapons. That was only part that Jasper was jealous. He wanted to be a stronger warrior then his older brother. He wanted to be a legend; but one of justice, so that he could restore the honor to the Stormblade name. That was the true reason he had become a Knight of HammerFall.

Something felt wrong. The air was to quiet along the dirt road. There was no sound of animals within the trees and brush. He was a moment to late. They came down through the air from nowhere. The four of them landed on the two rear guard's horses. The creatures appeared human except for the sharp fangs and claws that bit deep into the guards and horses' neck. One hung from the horse's neck biting deep into it as the other held tightly onto the guard. The rear guards fell from their bucking horses as the foul, demonic humans clutched onto them like pack of wild dogs taking down a weaker prey.

He heard Rosenbrim grimly muttered, "Demons." There was a blast of golden light from the hands of the wizard as shielded himself with some strange, holy spell.

Jasper drew his sword as he noticed Johan doing the same. The two rode towards the demons that was still feasting upon the last rear guard.

Jasper slashed his way through the demons the two demons that were defending it's feasting brethern. To his astonishment the demons did not fall away from his slashing. The two of them grinned at Johan and Jasper. No blood leaked out of them.

Rosenbrim shouted, "They are puppets! The true demon must be elsewhere controlling these marionettes."

A feasting demon puppet lifted up it's head. It's blood stained mouth opened but a female voice spoke through it, "Very clever, wizard. But it will not spare you from your death."

Rosenbrim spoke a single word and that was when Jasper saw them; the strings. They were made of wood and not flesh. Jasper had never heard of any such thing before. All his oponnents had always been mortal in some form.

Johan was quick to understand. His blade slashed through the strings and wood. The two swordsman made quick of the puppets.

The head of the bloodstained marionette demon rolled towards Rosenbrim. Once more that female voice spoke out form it, "Do not think yourself so clever, wizard. No matter what you do, it will be to late. Hahahahahahahaha."

Jasper's sword slashed the head in half; ending the laughter.

Rosenbrim ordered, "We best make haste. Who knows what evil has befallen Castle Vara if demons have infested this land."

Rosenbrim charged his horse forward, and the two remaining warriors charged after him. The wind rushing through his short silver hair, and his deep sapphire eyes determinedly gazed towards the direction of Vara. He felt that the words of that strange voice was true. That they would arrive to late to be of aid to either of their kingdoms.


[b]Chapter 006: Castle Vara:[/b]

Black was the stone of Castle Vara, and dark is the cloud that forever rests over the magnificent castle. Towers jutted up from the center of the circular castle. A heavy silence lay over the land surrounding Vara as Jasper, Rosenbrim, and Johan rode into the Vara. The peasants looked grim as they performed their daily chores under that dark gray cloud. The air felt stiff here to Jasper, and the mood of all quite somber.

Jasper and Johan rode at the sides of Rosenbrim as they made their way to the great castle. None challenged them as they entered the courtyard of Castle Vara. The guards cast them unfriendly glances but they were neither greeted nor hindered.

At the steps leading into the castle a woman with flowing black and gray hair waited. Rosenbrim knew her at once. But he knew that she should not look so old; since the Queen of Vara was only five years his senior. Her flesh blemished with wrinkles and liverspots.

She spoke in a rasping voice, "Welcome, Wizard Rosenbrim. My husband is away on statecraft with the other cities else he would greet you himself. Shall I get warm water for you and your companions?"

Rosenbrim held up his hand, "It is not necessary, Dionna. I merely wish to speak with you."

Rosenbrim did not trust her. Not when he had been addressed so formally. There was something
wrong here.

Her voice rasped, "Then come in, Wizard Rosenbrim. I shall have a banquet made in your honor."

The wizard told her, "No. I can speak with here out in the open air."

A faint smile seemed to touch Dionna's lips. "Have it your way, wizard." the queen sat down upon the black stone, steps and gazed towards him. Their eyes locked and he knew at once.

Rosenbrim smiled as the two warriors beside him were silent. The doors of courtyard slammed shut behind them; locking them into the courtyard. The archers along the walls of the courtyard had their arrows aimed at them.

"You are not Queen Dionna. What have you done with the King and Queen of Stratsovara?" Rosenbrim demanded.

A hideous laughter erupted from the lips of the false queen, "So you do not recognize me, Magnus?" The woman stood up. "I have longed to see you with my own eyes. Do you not like this puppet's body? I made it especially for you."

The false queen sauntered sensually towards the wizard as Jasper and Johan urged their horses forward to protect Rosenbrim from an attack from her.

The puppet raised up a hand. At that simple gesture both men were flung from their horses. They landed with a sickening crash to the walls. Rosenbrim felt fairly sure they had been knocked out from the sound of how hard the hit must have been.

Rosenbrim did not dismount. He remained in saddle as she approached him. Her dress she wore was very conserative and yet somehow that appealed to the wizard somewhat. He felt himself being drawn towards her. Rosenbrim shook his head and placed the image of Stephen before it.

There was a loud cracking sound. The puppet hissed, "Damn you."

The wizard spoke truthfully, "Your glamours will not work on me, demon."

The hand reached up and lightly caressed the thigh of Rosenbrim. Her voice seemed to pur when she spoke, "My master and I want you, Magnus. Ever since the war fifteen years ago we have desired you to join with Iced Earth. Only we can truly appreciate your strength."

Rosenbrim brushed her hand away, "So it is that mercenary band that is behind the recent demon increase in West."

Her voice continued it's sensual pur, "Peace breeds weakness in a warrior. We need war to be strong and to live, Magnus. Do you still not remember me?"

The puppet's body began to slowly transform. Rosenbrim stared in shock as the face became youthful and familiar, "Rosalyne?" his lips voiceless mouthed.

Her voice begged for him, and sounded and tasted like sweet, delicious honey to him, "Come back to me, my brother."

It was hard for him to resist, "No! You're supposed to be dead."

The puppet fell to the ground without a single word. It rested there lifeless. The memory of his sister's death came back to him. It had come so suddenly that he fell from his horse from the shock. In that moment the puppet sprang to life; pinning him to the earth.

"Let me tastes your lips just this once. Let me be one with you and I shall tell you everything about Iced Earth." the voice hissed with need and desire, her hands held his wrists so tightly that it hurt. Strings wrapped around his wrists tying them together. Her hands caressed up and down the sides of his body as he was pinned beneath the demon puppet.

It was still the face of his sister as those hard, wooden lips pressed to his mouth. He tasted not flesh; but oaken wood. Rosenbrim struggled against her; but the puppet had some unearthly strength.

It hurt him inside; but he saw no other choice. He spoke the holy word; but he felt her resisting it as the kiss deepened. Once more the word came muffled from his mouth. Because it was a puppet it did not need to pull back from the kiss. He could hear the woman puppeteer enjoying their touch upon him. The link of magic making the kiss seem like exctasy to the demon woman.

He could not believe it. He had prayed that she would be safe in heaven; but for some reason his sister now lingered in this world as a demon.

The black haired wizard spoke the word a third time and the body of the wooden puppet started to crumble into dust. The whole time she disintegrated she hissed out the word as she tried to keep Rosenbrim pinned down.

It hurt inside as he watched this image of his sister fall away into dirt. He stood up; brushing off the wooden chips, dust and strings. Rosenbrim quickly made his way towards the two fallen warriors. Inside the courtyard the archers stood in awe and confusion in just what had happened. It was obvious they had not realized that their queen had been replaced by demonic magic.

Rosenbrim knelt over Jasper. He pulled a few herbs out of his robe's pouch. He applied them to the head wound and chanted softly before doing the same to Johan.

Rosenbrim stood up as one of the archers approached him. He knew from the markings on his leather armor that this man was a captain.

"I am sorry, Wizard Rosenbrim. We had no idea.."

Rosenbrim cut him off, "Where is the King and Queen?"

"The King has marched an army north to Xasthur. They are headed for an assault upon HammerFall." He replied concisely and simply.
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Tears streamed down her face at the memory of him. SHe wanted to feel his flesh against her own. Then came the pain inside of her head. It stabbed deeply into her.

A strong, domineering and definitely male voice barked inside her mind, "Enough. Your foolish desires have nearly ruined all our plans. Magnus Rosenbrim is no longer your brother. Have you forgotten that he choose that King over you. Rosalyne is dead. You are now Lauriporra of Iced Earth, the Marionette Witch."

"I am sorry, my lord Schaller. I shall try to remember that." A few more tears fell from her amber eyes.

Another jolt of pain stabbed through her. She cried out in pain as she felt the memories of her former life once more being repressed; but this time deeper into her unconscious then before. A dark smile then formed onto the dark haired woman's lips.

"Lord Rosenbrim belongs to me. I want you to capture him and bring him to our stronghold in the East." The voice ordered.

Her head lowered demurely, "Yes my lord." Her eyes then turned toward the unconscious Queen Dionna; whom laid in sorcerious sleep.


[b]Chapter 007: The Road to Xasthur Part One :[/b]

Deep under Castle Vara; in the Vaults she sat unsure of what to do now. Her mind was ever on the image of the wizard Rosenbrim; though she knew not why. She longed to be able to breath the same air he breathed; to feel his touch upon her.

The moaning of the queen brought her out of her thoughts. Lauriporra knew that the queen was once more having nightmares. Her hand gently caressed at the queen. "Sleep easy." her soft voice whispered.

She had her orders. She supposed leaving the queen in the Vaults was her only option. Rosenbrim would be on the move headed back to Xasthur. The dark haired, half demon knew that she had to act quickly.
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Jasper felt uneasy. He had never felt such strong magic worked upon him before. His head felt much better since Rosenbrim had healed him. He couldn't help himself; he found himself watching Rosenbrim more. There was just something about his long black hair. He liked the way the sun played upon the black strands, and that calm expression upon his face. And worse he felt slightly ashamed that he had not been able to protect the wizard.

That was why he was going to ask him. The silver haired warrior rode close to Rosenbrim. "Lord Rosenbrim, if it's not a troublesome for you, would you teach me magic?"

Rosenbrim was brought out his memories as he looked at Jasper with a quizzical expression, "What brings this on, young Stormblade?"

Jasper told him sincerely, "It's because I want to be a stronger warrior. In reflection I feel so helpless that a mere woman was able to best me with only magic. I need to learn at least how to defend against powerful magics if nothing else."

The wizard gave a sagely nod, "I shall only train you in the art of defensive magic. But you should be warn. Magic is dangerous. There are aspects of this art that not even I dare to use, Sir Stormblade. You may find yourself very tempted to use these dark aspects; but I warn you that on that path lays the way your brother took."

Jasper knew that his brother had practiced the darker sorcery; known as demon's sorcery. Jasper had no desire to become a Warlock and betray HammerFall. He felt that his only place was to restore honor and protect his homeland. He wondered if his older brother had once had these thoughts that now filled his mind. He pushed aside the memory and ideas of his brother in favor of learning some magic.

"When will my first lesson begin, Lord Rosenbrim?" Jasper asked eager to begin.

"It already has. Your first lesson is patience. Once you have learned that I shall teach you your next lesson." He then rode on ahead; setting a fast pace.

Jasper supposed they had to hurry and his magic training would begin after they dealt with the King. Jasper knew that an army moved slow when it was as large as Stratsovara army would be, and yet he felt it odd that they had not seen it in their travel. He supposed they must have taken a different route to Xasthur then they had from their to Castle Vara. Jasper had studied the terrain somewhat during their long journey, and it made him wonder whether it was magic or hidden roads that made the Stratsovara army invisible to them during their travel southward.
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Rosenbrim had rode the horses hard for a the full day and well into the next when he called for a rest for the horses.

The wizard told the two warriors, "I am going to wash up. I thought I noticed a stream back aways. I shall be right back."

Johan objected, "One of us should go with you."

Rosenbrim held up a hand, "No. I am quite capable of taking care of myself."

"Then why did you ask for an escort if you don't intend to use us, Great Wizard Rosenbrim!??" Johan demanded and scowling.

Rosenbrim laughed, "Ceremony. Nothing more. Novice Lersson, take care of the horses. You help him, Sir Stormblade. Get what rest you can after that; fore once I have finished I shall come back ready to ride out again."

He turned back upon them and walked away. After several feet he was quite aware that he was being followed by one of the two. He smiled to himself. He supposed it couldn't be helped. The dark haired wizard didn't turn back or say a word that he was aware that he was being followed.

After a half mile of walking he came to the stream. He knelt down and splashed the water across his poreclain white face. His voice soft as he spoke, "You can stop stalking me. I know you are there."

He was surprised to see that it was Jasper Stormblade that leaped down from the tree. He had not expected to find him there. He had thought it was Johan Lersson that had followed him.

Rosenbrim quickly recovered his shock, "So it is you, Sir Stormblade."

The movement was so quick and unexpected that Rosenbrim had no chance to counter act it. He looked into those eyes. He knew that look well. He felt himself once more pinned down; but this time it was not his sister's eyes that he gazed into those; it was the deep sea of blue that were the eyes of a Stormblade. Strong emotioned burned within those sapphire orbs.

He felt the lips pressed down in a savage need upon him. The tongue slithered into his mouth as his wrists were firmly held and the weight of Jasper's strong body yet slender body pressed him into the soft banks of the stream; his long black hair flowing out into the chill stream water.

He felt the lips pressed down in a savage need upon him. The tongue slithered into his mouth as his wrists were firmly held and the weight of Jasper's strong yet slender body pressed him into the soft banks of the stream; his long black hair flowing out into the chill stream water. He felt the tongue brushing up against his teeth and sides of his mouth. He felt the other tongue holding down his own; which was trying to force the other one out of his mouth.
Rosenbrim felt relieved and gasped for air when Jasper finally pulled back. The hands still holding down his wrists. Rosenbrim looked into those eyes as the other panted, a bit of salvia from Rosenbrim's mouth dripped down the side of Jasper's face from the kiss.
Magnus spoke firmly, "Stormblade! Get off of me. I have no desire for this. I already have someone. I do not need this kind of support or protection by you."
He saw pain come into the other's eyes. Rosenbrim frowned slightly. "If you do this you must know that nothing will come of it. YOu may have feelings towards me; but I feel nothing for you."
The dark haired wizard sighed in relief as the other stood up. He shook out his long black hair. He turned quickly as strings shot out towards them. They stabbed into his veins. He screamed in pain from their entry.
Jasper's blade slashed them in half. He saw her step out from behind the trees. Rosenbrim could not believe how blind he had been. It had not only been Jasper that had followed him here. No doubt Rosalyne had come as well. But she looked different her eyes were not the amber he remembered. They were a sea of gold and her ears were long and tapered like those of a demon. But everywhere else she was still his sister.
Rosenbrim mouthed, "Rosalyne."
Her voice was cold towards him this time. He seemed puzzled by that fact, "That is no longer this body's name. I am Lauriporra now, Wizard Rosenbrim."
Jasper moved to stand between Lauriporra and Magnus Rosenbrim. His body tense and his sword ready for attack. Rosenbrim gently pushed Jasper aside.
"This is my affair; not your's, young Stormblade." He told the other firmly.
"I do not know what the Hordes of Iced Earth have done to you, sister. But I shall not allow them to use you." Rosenbrim told the black haired, half demon.
Jasper stood at the side of Rosenbrim; his sword drawn and ready. Rosenbrim didn't have to look over to know that the silver haired warriors was beside him. He knew these things through his other senses; both magical and physical.
Rosenbrim started to chant an incantation to put the young sorceress to sleep. A blast of sorcerious wind knocked him to the ground and broke his concentration upon the spell. Lauriporra started another short spell just as Jasper charged towards her.
Instead of the wizard being caught up in her spell it was Jasper. Plants sprouted forth and grew swiftly to form a net of green vines and flowers around the silver haired youth.
Rosenbrim spoke a solitary word of pure and the vines burst forth into flames; falling to ashes on the ground. Rosenbrim stood up and shot forth his hand with another short spell that sent a blast of wind against Lauriporra.
The dark haired wizard summoned forth another spell as the half demon started to chant again. Jasper rushed her. He knocked her hard to the ground. But it was to late. Their two spells had finished.
Out of the ground it rose up, an armed, earth golem. A small group of blue winged elves no taller then a few inches materialized at the same time. The water elves attached themselves to the golem. Their tiny arms clamped down on the golem.
Jasper was hit hard by the fists of Lauriporra. Her hands then went for his throat; strangling him as Jasper tried to bring his sword up to the woman's throat. He gasped for air.
Rosenbrim made his way towards them; unsure of what to do now. He knew he couldn't kill his own sister; even if she had become a demon, and yet if he did not then she would surely kill the youth; whom had such a potential future.
Rosenbrim fell to his knees in defeat as he saw the Stormblade's sword pressed against her throat.
"ENOUGH!! I shall surrender myself to you." Rosenbrim said. He then ordered, "Sir Stormblade, I order you to desist."
Jasper let go of her as she removed her hands from his throat. Jasper said, "You can't be serious, Lord Rosenbrim?"
It was then while Jasper's eyes were on Rosenbrim that Lauriporra drew her dagger swiftly and stabbed deeply into the back of Jasper. Jasper turned on her as she hit him hard with the pommel of her dagger. Jasper fell to the ground bleeding from his head and back wound.

[b]Chapter 009: The Road to Xasthur Part Three:[/b]

Rosenbrim walked beside her with his hands confined by some strange herbs that prevented him from using any of his magic. He felt so weak and incomplete without being able to touch or tap into his power. Worse was the fact that he knew not where he was going except eastward into the dark known world were humans and demons cohabitated. Only the West had remained pure, and untouched by the demons until now. He felt so sick; his heart felt as though it would break. He knew it was highly likely that he would never see Stephen again. His head was lowered in defeat as he continued his walk.
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Jasper was not aware of how long he had been out. The last thing he remembered was the bitch's dagger handle coming at his head. The swordsman felt that his sore body had been bandaged during his slumber. He had felt hands pressing down a cloth to his brow.

His pale sapphire jewels gazed upon Johan kneeling beside him on the roadside. Neither one spoke for a time. The silence felt awkward and yet it was less awkward then if either them had spoken yet. Johan's fingers lightly caressed the side of Jasper's face. Jasper said nothing about being touched so affectionately.

Finally Jasper broke the silence as his hand pulled Johan's hand away from his face, "What of Rosenbrim?"

The novice warrior turned his face away from Jasper. Jasper knew that meant Johan could not bare to tell him what had become of the dark haired wizard.

Jasper inquired, "How long?"

"Half a day and into this morning. What should we do now, Sir Stormblade?" He inquired formally of Jasper.

Jasper was silent. He simply laid there thinking for a time. He tried to think of what he should do now. The silver haired warrior was not used to giving orders that were completely his own. It was his first time he would be truly acting without a superior or advice.

Finally the words came, "We continue on to Xasthur. We have to stop the army from marching on HammerFall. Help me mount up. We should leave quickly. Who knows how much time we have lost."

The novice warrior seemed reluctant at first; but he took a firm hold of the arm and helped Jasper to stand. Jasper then realized how badly he hurt. His whole back throbbed with pain; but he had been lucky. The wound had not been aimed near his spine so he was able to move despite the discomfort it gave him. He mounted up onto the horse with aid from Johan. Soon the two were riding towards Xasthur once more; the wind flowing through their hair as the hooves pounded against the dirt road.

[b]Chapter 010: Xasthur :[/b]

Jasper spent little time camping. They only rested the horses when the horses needed it and only took very little rest and rations for themselves. Jasper's body was still sore and being in the saddle most of the week didn't help anything. He was relieved when they had reached the corpse strewn battlefield of fifteen years ago.

He rode hard towards the great city of Xasthur. The walls were closed them, and he could tell that a great army now held the city. Jasper knew that the army was in all likelihood King Tokkli's army. Despite all this at the back of the Stormblade's youth mind were questions. Questions such as , Is Rosenbrim still alive? If he is then what does the enemy want with him? Why didn't Rosenbrim let me kill the witch? These questions and other thoughts of the dark haired wizard filled Jasper's unconscious mind.

Jasper shouted up to the sentry standing in the watchtowers over looking the main gate, "Open the gate! I am Jasper Stormblade. I have come to speak with King Tokkli, and failing that perhaps someone whom could convey my message to the King."

The Sentry shouted down, "We shall neither open our gate nor mince further words with you, traitor Stormblade. We know of your brother and his foul deeds to our kingdoms! Go hence from here and trouble us no more; least you find yourself at the sharp end of a spear!"

Jasper was silent. He made a gesture towards Johan. The novice warrior only nodded his head. What passed between them in this simple communaction was unknown to the sentries that guarded the walls of Xasthur.

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Long golden strands of silk like hair flowed over the breastplate of the warrior. His fiery blue eyes locked with those deep brown eyes of King Tolkki.

A devious, half smirk on the long haired blond's lips as he reported, "My lord some insects of HammerFall have broken into Xasthur. Is this not proof enough of their vile intentions towards Stratsovara. They are assasins that King Elmgrim has sent to slay you. There can be no doubt in this."

King Tolkki's index finger curled about in his long wavy looks as he thought heavily upon the matter. He was silent and then looked towards his one of his guards. But he knew they would agree with Lord Kotipelli of Eastling Village.

Tolkki pulled his finger from his wavy hair; letting the curl fall away, "Find them, and have them brought to me alive for execution. I would like to see the faces of those foolish enough to assault me while I am at my full strength here in Xasthur."

He bowed his head, "It shall be as you order, my King Tolkki." Kotipelli stood up and moved out with some of the guards that had stood viligence in the throne room.

[b]Chapter 011: We're Not Assasins:[/b]

Jasper quickly grabbed hold of Lersson. The two Knights of HammerFall had their backs tightly pressed to the cold stone wall. He heard the guards patrol passed them.

Stormblade knew that they were aware of their arrival; since they had to kill the guards at the gate and gate towers in order to enter into Xasthur. That had been no easy task.
The silver haired warrior remained calm and stoic as he watched to make sure the patrol had moved on before making his way back out into the open. He only moved once he was sure that the way was clear.

Johan followed closely behind him. He was starting to understand from his own emotions that it was possible that the young warrior had feelings for him. It explained so much to Jasper that he didn't understand before about Johan's actions towards him.

He pushed those thoughts aside for now. He had to concentrate
on reaching the King before they were captured. He had to meet with the king alone and discuss the threat that threatened all the Western Kingdoms.

The silver haired warrior abruptly came to an halt as the figure darted out of the corner of the castle corridor. Deep blue eyes locked with each other. A smirk appeared on the long haired warrior's face.

"So you are the insects from HammerFall. I have been expecting you since Lauriporra's initial failure with the Wizard." The blonde warrior told the two of them.

Johan rashly charged forward with blade ready to strike down the golden haired warrior, "So you're the bastard that's behind all this!"

Jasper groaned mentally to himself. Johan's blade was easily defended by the golden haired warrior; long hair flowed behind him as he easily evaded the attack.

Johan landed hard on his face from having far to much momentum in his attack. The blade pressed against the throat of the novice warrior. The blade of the warrior had nicked the throat under the youth's chin.

"I was ordered to bring you to the King. But if you resist I suppose I have no other choice except to slaughter you." The more skilled warrior spoke.

Johan spat out as Jasper remained calmly holding onto the hilt of his sword, "As your prisoners no doubt! We won't surrender to a bastard like you!"

The blade cut a little deeper drawing more blood to trickle from the youth's neck; which silenced Johan.

Jasper inquired trying not to concern himself with anything but getting the chance to speak with the King, "Who are you, and how do we know you are not lying?"

He withdrew his well forged blade from under the chin of Johan. His golden headed bowed ever so slightly as he introduced himself, "I am Captain Kotipelli, one of the commanders of the army of Stratsovara. Is that enough weight for you, young Stormblade?"

"How do you know my name?" Jasper asked easily hiding his shock and still keeping the calm to his face.

Once more that smirk came to the lips of Kotipelli. Jasper was beginning to detest that smirk of the long haired warrior.

Chapter 012: The King's Hall :


Tolkki was silent as they brought before him. He scowled as he immediately recognized the figure of silver haired boy. His every feature stamped him out to be a Stormblade; unless he was mistaken he felt certain. After all Tolkki had known Mikael Stormblade and Mikael's mother quite well. For a time the woman had even interested Tolkki; despite the fact that the woman was already married to her distant cousin.

Kotipelli stood behind them with his blade pointing into the back of the ash blond haired youth. The two appeared to be dressed in simple leather armor, and nothing more ornate then that. The red crest of HammerFall clearly upon their chest showed them for what they were.

Tolkki frowned as he stood up from his throne, "These are the assasins that Stephen would send against me. They are no more then mere children."

Kotipelli argued, "Do not dismiss them because of their age. They were skilled enough to get into a heavily guarded Xasthur, and into the castle. It was here in the corridors of your very castle I found them. They are no doubt sent to slay you. I found them creeping about like common crimminals. If they were truly emissary from HammerFall why do they not carry any such proclamations."

The ash blond haired one objected, "We are not assasins! We have come to speak with you. Demons have infested the Western Lands; specifically your kingdom, your majesty."

Tolkki told them, "I am aware of my country's situation, and it is the fault of HammerFall. It is you whom are using foul sorcery to conquer all the Western realms."

Once more the dark blond objected, "But that's simply not true! It's the Horde of Iced Earth that's behind all..."

King Tolkki's voice bellowed, "Silence! I will hear no more of your ramblings. Until you have provided proof of your accusation. You must prove that you are not assasins intent upon my life. Let me see it."

The Stormblade strode forward then and produced a signet ring. Tolkki immediately recognized the ring and symbol upon it. He gasped, "How came you by that? Have you already murdered my own wife?!"

The silver haired warrior spoke up, "The Hordes of Iced Earth hold her hostage and have used her, and other foul sorcery to make you march against HammerFall."

Tolkki turned his gaze fully upon Kotipelli now, "Are there words true? None have seen this ring except me. But tell me now, have you played me false, Kotipelli?"

A dark half smirk raised up to the lips of the golden haired warrior, "I have only served your majesty. These rodents surely lie. They have used some sorcery to posion you against me."

Tolkki advanced towards Kotipelli, "Do not speak lies to me. I had thought it odd that my wife pushed for war; such a docile and delicate creature as herself. She had even objected in the beginning. What have you done with my wife, Kotipelli?"

He laughed, "Hahahahaha. I have done nothing with her, yet."

Kotipelli's sword was already out. He made a dash towards the advancing King; the sword thrusted forward. Blood spurted out from the wound, left a large puddle upon the flagstones.

The entire hall erupted without warning into combat; those loyal to King Tolkki fought Kotipelli's mercenary warriors.

[b]Chapter 013: Battle In The King's Hall :[/b]


The entire throne room erupted without warning into combat, those loyal to King Tolkki fought against Kotipelli's mercenary warriors. Johan had watched in shock as the Captain Kotipelli charged on the inquisiting king with his blade. The sword had stabbed deep into the King's shoulder. The King made no noise as he drew his ornamental dagger to stab it into the eye of the long haired blond. Kotipelli drew back holding his eye and cursing the King.

All around men fought and soon Johan found himself caught up in the fighting as well. The men were of various skills so Johan so far had been able to hold his own against them. The sound of steel and iron and war cries rang clearly in his ears. Bodies slammed to the ground, dead. Still he fought on until he found himself away from the King's Hall; alone in a corridor standing between the exit and Kotipelli.

Kotipelli still had one hand over his wounded eye, "Damn rodents. You stand between my life and death. Move now or I shall show you no mercy."

Johan barked, "Never. You would have had us killed for your vile cause."

Kotipelli smiled darkly, "Damn. It is your fault that our plans with Stratsovara have failed. You could have survived if you had not crossed my path or came here. So I shall take extra pleasure in your killing."

Kotipelli advanced using only one hand to wield his sword. His blade cut downward; but was blocked. He pulled back and swirled around so fast that Johan wasn't sure where the other would strike. The blade cut into his sword arm; almost severing it off.

Johan shouted out in pain, "Damn!"

But he had no time to concentrate on his pain for as soon as he shouted out then Kotipelli slashed at his other arm. Blood felt like it was pouring out of him. Johan fell to his knees to weak to stand. It took all his well not to faint from the powerful swordsmanship of Kotipelli.

Johan's eyes closed as he fell onto his back. He couldn't stay awake any longer.

"And now you die, pest." The voice hissed.

But he heard the sound of swords clashing against each other and solitary bright spark appeared before his eyes. He wondered if this was what death was.


[b]Chapter 014: Kotipelli and Stormblade :[/b]

Long silver hair flowed from him. He returned the golden haired warrior's smirk. Their eyes of deep blue locked together.

Mikael had easily slain the dragon warrior in the south. So he had come to see how things had gone here in Stratsovara. He supposed that the mission had not been a total loss. They at least had managed to capture one of their objectives.

Mikael paid no heed to the weakling warrior that he had just saved. In truth he had not done it to save the youth at all.

The smirk had easily left Kotipelli's lips upon knowing his true opponent. The long haired blond cringed back from the silver haired warrior. It was the reaction that Mikael was mostly recieved by others.

"You have failed in your mission, Kotipelli. Lord Schaller is not pleased with your work. The Witch Demon has done better then you." Mikael told him as he still held his sword, eager for bloodshed.

Kotipelli's voice quivered in fear as it asked, "Then have you been sent to kill me, Lord Stormblade."

"No. I was given no such orders. I have come here upon my own inclinations. We shall return to the stronghold together. Lord Schaller will be pleased that at least you have caused a small rift in the power structure here." He turned his back upon Kotipelli; long silver hair swished as it swayed behind him.

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Jasper didn't see Johan anywhere once the battle had cleared. He felt worried that something had happened to the novice. Jasper cursed himself for not paying more attention during the battle. He didn't want to lose another comrade, and prayed that somehow Johan had made it through the battle.

Jasper rushed into the corridor and then down another and another until he saw it. He gasped in pure shock. The one thing that he thought he would never see. He had only seen that face once. It was so long ago that he had forgotten it until this moment. It was the face of his older brother.

The Stormblade sibling mouthed his brother's name silently, "Mikael."

The silver haired warrior rushed towards his departing brother; but halted as he saw the bleeding form of Johan, crumpled on the ground. He knelt over him. It was a time like now that he wished he had Rosenbrim here with him. He knew that the dark haired wizard would easily be able to help Johan.

He took Johan's hand and whispered into his deaf ears, "Please...you can't die on me."

The Stormblade warrior looked into the corridor that his brother had vanished and vowed that he would slay him if he truly had any part in the vile activities going on in Stratsovara that was costing him so much.

[b]Chapter 015: Healing and Recovery :[/b]

Jasper sat silently beside the hard cot. His sapphire jewels viligent over the recuperating Lersson warrior. His mind was a swirling of emotions and memories; but none them played upon his face.

He had at least averted a war for now. Stormblade was glad for that. But the cost had been to great. He did not know what would become of them; except to return to HammerFall once Johan had recovered enough for them to ride back home.

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Mikael told him firmly, "Stop squirming."

The silver haired warrior had finished placing the herbal salve onto the Kotipelli's eye. He then handed him a crimson eye patch with a small black cross in the center of it.

Kotipelli snarled, "I shall make them all pay for this, Mikael. My beautiful face marred by that filthy king."

Mikael's hand gently cupped the side of once handsome man's face. He pressed his lips hotly against the other. The taste felt good. His strong hands pushed the blond down onto the divan as he pressed more fiercely against Kotipelli's mouth. Mikael closed his eyes. His hands stroked through the silky, golden locks as his tongue probed gently at first around the lips of Kotipelli.

Kotipelli did not object. This act was no more to Mikael then scratching an itch then any real desire to be with Kotipelli. Mikael was far stronger then him, and the golden haired warrior knew that. There was little the other could do with that left hand tightly grasping both his slender wrists to the top of the divan's solitary arm/head rest.

Mikael's hand moved from those long locks; trailing sensually across the shoulders of Kotipelli, and then downward until it grasped a soft and pliant nipple. His fingers gently twisted it as his tongue forced it's way passed the locked lips, and into the moist warmth of Kotipelli's mouth. Kotipelli's moan was stiffled by the invading tongue. It only came out as a slight murmur. After only a few seconds Mikael pulled away his tongue from that warmth to lick down the chin and over the neck of Kotipelli. His mouth clamped near the jugular, and then his teeth bit down. The tang of fresh blood entered into Mikael's mouth. He didn't enjoy the taste of the blood. The sound of the blond's howl of pain made his shaft harden slightly; a faint smile had spread across Mikael's lips.

His hand still grasped the wrists and nipple as his tongue licked downwards. He licked the center of the chest, and then slide his tongue to the other nipple. His mouth suckling upon it as a faint trickle of blood from the neckwound touched the edges of his lips.

Kotipelli gasped as he felt the hand leave his nipple to slide into his tight leather pants. The cold hand on his warm crotch sent a shiver through the blond warrior's body. Tears of pain fell from his eyes. He still hurt from his wounds; but he knew that worse punishment might await him upon return to the stronghold, Ushokura.

The blond moaned out in pain and pleasure as those ministrations of Mikael intensified upon his body. His back arched upward. He felt himself desiring release as the sperm within his sack built up. Already precum was leaking from both warrior's heads.

Mikael moved his mouth and hands from Kotipelli. His tongue once more licked at the neck wound he had inflicted upon the golden haired warrior. His hand that held the wrist now tightly held a fistful of long silky hair. The wound was dry now; and some of the blood flakes were now in the silver haired warrior's mouth. He swallowed them as he continued to take his pleasure from Kotipelli.

He bucked upwards with neglected need. The hand once more returned to the hardon of the blond former Adonis. Mikael's own hard on was quite evident as his pants were stained with precum. His free hand undid his pants as Kotipelli let out one last moan before releasing finally; inside his pants.

Mikael pulled out his sticky hand. He sat, straddled on Kotipelli's waist. His emotionless seas of blue gazed into the blond's. He licked his hand of the seed and precum that dripped from it.

Kotipelli's hand reached up to stroke the large shaft of Mikael. Stormblade smacked the hand away, and swiftly thrusted the 'unsheathed sword' into the mouth of Kotipelli. It had happened so quickly that Kotipelli nearly gagged on Stormblade's cock. The salty taste of the flesh inflitrated his mouth as the hardon was thrusted in and out of his mouth until Mikael released all over the face of the blond.

Mikael licked some of his own seed off the face of Kotipelli. He stood and then restrung his pant's opening. He was silent and walked over to wooden chair. He patiently sat there with bare chest and pen in hand as he started to write on empty scrolls upon the desk.

Kotipelli simply laid there listening to their heavy breathing for a few minutes. He lay there limp with no other thoughts in his head; then that of Mikael Stormblade. He knew it would not be possible to find love, and in truth he didn't desire it himself. The only thing that Kotipelli wanted was lust and fulfillment of carnal desires. He once had as many lovers as Mikael Stormblade had admirers. But with this lastest injury he felt that most of those lovers would be appalled by his deformity. He cursed the King of Stratsovara once more as he fell asleep.

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Johan woke up to find his arms swore and aching. He smiled as he saw Jasper sleeping with his head on the cot. Johan sat up in the bed. He was reluctant at first, not wanting to wake him, but he had soon found himself gently stroking his hand through that long silver hair. He felt a thrill fill his body at being able to be so close to Jasper, and to be able to touch him.

[b]Chapter 016: Homeward Bound :[/b]

During the week at Castle Xasthur long lines of armed warriors could be seen marching back towards Castle Vara; while smaller patrols were sent out to find the missing Queen Dionna.

Jasper spent most of his time at the side of Johan and the physicians to make sure that everything was going well. In truth Jasper wanted to be out looking for Rosenbrim. He hated being shut up with nothing to do. But he could do nothing but wait for Johan to finish healing so that they could return to heart of HammerFall.

The week passed agonizingly slow to Jasper. He soon found himself mounted and rode off as the King of Stratsovara watched them from Xasthur's highest tower. Jasper saw the faint image of the king watching them ride.

Jasper glanced over at Johan to find the young warrior rather dejected looking. The emotions the novice wore so openly mirrored those hidden within Stormblade's heart. He felt as though despite it all in some small measure that their mission had failed.

The silver haired warrior looked to the thin, oak case he carried. King Tokkli had assigned him to deliever it unto King Elmgrim alone. Jasper vowed that he would at least accomplish this small task. He felt misgivings in his heart that he was most likely moved to Knighthood so early not because of his skills he possesed, but because of his Stormblade name, and the need for more Knights after the devastating battles of the war fifteen years ago.

They were silent the entire trip home. Neither speaking to the other, except for the bare essentials of converstation. When Castle HammerFall stood in the distance it brought a smile to both warriors' faces. They charged their horses; tired and ready to come home after what felt a long journey.


b]Chapter 017: Message :[/b]

Jasper and Johan knelt before the stately figure of the King Elmgrim. Elmgrim towered over them as he sat upon his throne. Similiar to Jasper no emotion played upon his face; nor did he ask after his Wizard, Rosenbrim. His well sculpted chin rested easily in the palm of his strong fingers.

Jasper solemnly reported all that had befallen them since they had left from HammerFall. The King stood weighing each word that came forth from lips of the Stormblade warrior. Jasper trembled slightly, afraid of what punishment awaited him. He could hear Johan's fright easily in the chattering of the young novice's teeth.

A great sigh came forth from the lips of King Elmgrim, "Dark is the news which you bring me. But I had expected such evil news so fear not. Wizard Rosenbrim made his own choices; whether they are for good or ill we have yet to see." He paused for a moment, "Now Sir Stormblade, I would have the box that was entrusted to your care by Tokkli."

Jasper pulle forth the red colored box, and held up to King Elmgrim. The majestic figure stepped down from the throne. He gracefully took the red case. He seated himself back on his throne before opening it. A white scroll rested within, sealed by wax with the symbol of Stratsovara's royalty.

King Elmgrim broke the seal and silently read the message within. Once more no emotions betrayed him as he read silently the words of his once ally. Jasper continued to kneel still nervous inside. His stomach felt like a tight ball of pain. He knew that Johan was okay. He didn't hear the fear coming from the novice so he felt sure that Johan had taken the King's word and been able to relieve himself. But Jasper could not. He was always worried about his image, and how he would be preceived. He knew that people would call him a traitor for losing Wizard Rosenbrim, and that would sting him far more then anything else. His mind still thought with longing for the dark haired wizard. But he supposed that was all useless now. The Wizard had vanished into the Black East. There would be no return of Rosenbrim. Few ever went into the East as slaves to come into the West alive.

King Elmgrim spoke at least after a long silence, "The Kingdom of Stratsovara stands with us against the Horde of Iced Earth. Even now they are expelling all Mercenary bands of the East from their kingdom. We are to aid them in the search of their queen. I shall assign the Tetra Knights to this task. You two have done well. Go to the barracks and rest for today."

Elmgrim stood up and left the hall.

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Stephen sat upon the bed. His mind couldn't fathom it. Rosenbrim was gone. He felt like half of himself was missing. He could not show weakness. Not in the court; there were spies there looking for it. Only in his bedchamber did he have complete privacy. He placed his hand on the bed where Rosenbrim had often laid beside him. His hand softly caressed the smooth silken sheets.

His hands plucked up a strand of long black hair. It was all he had now of Rosenbrim. He could not believe that Magnus had fallen into such a simple trap. They had both seen his sister die so he didn't understand how someone as clever and powerful as Magnus fell for such a rouse.

His fists clenched tightly in anger as tears fell from his eyes. His fists slammed down on the bed making it shake for a few seconds. "Damn it all!! Magnus."

He stood up from teh bed and walked to the window. His hands rested upon the cold, stone sill as his sapphire eyes gazed out into the midday sun.

He vowed to himself, "I will have you back Magnus. Even if I have to tear apart the Black East, stone by stone."


[b]Chapter 018: The Minnions of Iced Earth :[/b]

They knelt in a semi circle before the standing red headed figure. At the center of the semi circle was the silver haired warrior known as Mikael the Warlock of HammerFall and to his left was the once flawlessly beautiful, golden haired mercenary known as Kotipelli and to the left of Kotipelli was a green haired warrior known as Abramelin. Lauriporra knelt on the otherside of Mikael. Beside her was strong figure with slightly over shoulder length purple hair dressed in the garb of the Easterns. This man was Anaal Nathrakh, Sorcerer General of Iced Earth. These knelt figures were the leading commanders of Iced Earth, and they bent their knee to one man, Lord Ryan Schaller, and thus it was to him that were now kneeling.

"You have done adaquately. But we shall need improvement. Only Stormblade and Nathrakh have soon any true skill at accomplishing the tasks that I had set before you. It is thanks to their efforts that we have learned the location of the Scepter of Deception." Lord Schaller sternly spoke.

Kotipelli objected, "But they did not have the Knights of HammerFall interferring with their missions. It is unfair...."

He was quickly silenced as a black lash smacked hard across the face of Kotipelli. Kotipelli had almost fallen back from the abrupt attack. Ryan Schaller stood with a grim look upon his face.

"You dare to make excuses. A true commander should be able to deal easily with any set back and still fulfill his mission. I am lowering your rank, Kotipelli. You shall be directly under the command of Nathrakh."

Kotipelli bite back any more words. He knew to speak again he would face worse punishment then he already had to suffer. However, he had no desire to be under Anaal. The last second in command of Anaal had been used most cruelly, and in a manner that Kotipelli did not wish for himself.

"We shall have a new commander take the place of Kotipelli." Ryan told them. He knew that none would object this.

Kotipelli squirmed unsure of whom would replace him. But he dared not ask the name. He knew that in time he would find out. After that he would take steps to gain his rightful place back in the pecking order of Iced Earth. He had lost his beauty he would be damned if he lost his position of power for to long.


[b]Chapter 019: Magnus Rosenbrim :[/b]

The ache inside his chest would not leave him. The physicians attended to his chest pain with elixiurs that did nothing. He needed to feel Magnus with him again. He longed for his wise council on the actions that should now be going on. Actions to destroy the Horde of Iced Earth before they became a full out threat upon the West. And most of all Stephen desired to feel that breath upon the back of his neck as he slept and those soft, warm arms wrapped around his waist as they slept together.

The memories of their childhood, and going through the rites of manhood together would not leave him.

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The twelve year old boy stood with a sage like yet curious expression on his finely featured face. Stephen sat upon the limb of the tree looking down at the apprentice wizard.

"Please come down. Everyone is worried about you. You ran off without any warning. Your father is very angry." Magnus told him.

Stephen stood up and grabbed hold of a higher bough. He started to swing back and forth on that limb. A gave a devilish smile before he told the dark haired apprentice, "I don't want to become King. If you want me you'll have to come up and get me."

Magnus sighed. He didn't see any other choice. He tried several times to jump up; but his robes got in his way. He finally decided to give up that way. He discarded the robes to reveal himself wearing a pair of black tights and boots along with a white loose fitting undertunic, green orb on a golden chain. His slender fingers hurt as his nails dug into the bark. He started to climb up the trunk. Once he reached a steady and strong looking bough he walked out on it. It was hard for him to keep his balance. It was he first time he had ever done anything like this.

The apprentice smiled as he neared the branch that Stephen stood on. He wanted to be closer to the young prince of HammerFall. In truth it had been his own concern; not the adults that had ultimately led him out to Stephen. In truth he was the only one whom was looking for him in the courtyard. His hands reached up to pull himself up when the bough he stood on cracked. He frantically clutched onto the bough above him. His fingers tired and hurt slipped as they were already filled with wood from earlier. The brunnette boy screamed as he fell. Stephen's hands had reached out to late.

The apprentice wizard's own screams had been joined by those of the prince. He landed hard on the ground. Stephen lept quickly down to find Magnus slightly dazed. Stephen hoped that Magnus wasn't to badly hurt. He didn't see any blood, and was relieved by that fact. His eyes then caught sight of the strange pulsating orb around his neck. He had never seen it before.

His hands reached out to grasp it to have them violently slapped away. He shrink back from the angry scowl on the hurt aprpentice's face.

"What is that, Magnus? I have never seen it before. Will you not let me inspect it more closely?" Stephen inquired in a voice filled with curiousity.

The young wizard apprentice rubbed his obviously sore backside, "It was entrusted to me by my great grandfather. You can't see it more closer then this. It's a very powerful relic passed down in the Rosenbrim family."

"But what is it?" Stephen asked still curious.

"An amulet." Magnus had answered evasively.

"Amulet?" Stephen tested the word; not sure what it meant. He had no training in wizardly lore so he knew nothing of them.

"It's a powerful stone. It is said that this may be the Eye of Elgard."

After finally getting some straight answers Stephen was no longer interested in it. He supposed it was no different then any other jewel that he had seen. He helped Rosenbrim back up onto his feet.

"So do you wanna sneak out into the forest and hunt some rabbits, Magnus?"

He had silently shrugged his shoulders and the two walked off towards the wall behind the trees of the courtyard.

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Stephen was snapped out of the memories of his childhood. He looked into the haggard face of Master Bran Rosenbrim; Magnus' father. There were faint traces of his son in that face. He found it fortunate that Rosenbrim more favored his beautiful mother wizard then his warrior father.

"Your majesty, I know your thoughts are not with us at the moment; but we should aid in the rescuing of Queen Dionna. I am sure that it would ease the mind of King Tokkli if we helped him." Bran informed his king.

Stephen replied, "Do what you think is best. I put you in charge of our relationship with Stratsovara." The king stood up his mind preoccupied, "Call me when we are ready to launch our first assaults upon the Hordes of Iced Earth." The King then strode with his head bent down in mourning for his loss from the hall. He knew it was unfair; but he had lost more then a son as Bran Rosenbrim had. He had lost the other half of himself, and he felt it aching inside of him. He wanted to ride out now; but his responsibilities to HammerFall kept him from riding out. He could not act without great consideration. Everything had to weighed for the benefit for HammerFall. He had never wanted to be King. He could not give it up. It was all he had left without Magnus.

[b]Chapter 020: Bound By Metal :[/b]

The dark haired wizard moaned in pain. Darkness engulfed Magnus so he could not tell the difference if his eyes were open or closed. In the end he wondered if it even mattered. He felt the cold steel of the chains bit into his wrists as the collar itself barely allowed him to draw breath enough to stay conscious. A cloth, damp with the wizard's own salvia, gagged his mouth to keep him from casting encantations. His whole body shivered still with the cold of being exposed to the open air. His clothes had been torn from him by hands and whips of an unseen man when he had first been brought into the prisoner's cell by Rosalyne. He knew it was not her; whom had stripped him. The hands had been to strong for those of a woman.
Magnus realized his eyes had been open as harsh pain of abrupt and invading light shot through his pale green orbs. A door had opened up and let bright sunlight into the otherwise dark room. His eyes instantly closed upon the unexpected influx of light. The door closed; but the light had not left completely. A figure had entered bearing two torches. He placed them into the walls.
The wizard's eye took in the sight of the man. He was at least as tall as himself with flaming crimson hair worn back in tail. His build was one of slender strength and broad shoulders. The man dressed in tight black doeskin and wore a black lash at his waist. Magnus had a failing that it was this man that had stripped him. He did not try to struggle since he had tried that before and only found the experience unpleasant at best.
The redhead strode behind Rosenbrim. The wizard felt the slight hardon pressed against his backside from the redhead. Fingers clamped down over his chin. He winced as they gave a hard tug and he was swirled around to face this crimson haired stranger.

The voice hissed with pleasure that Magnus didn't yet understand, "You do not know who I am, do you Wizard Rosenbrim? I am Lord Schaller, leader of the Iced Earth Mercenary Guild for now. But you shall come to me as something different."
Fear entered into Magnus' eyes as his gaze was forced to peer deeply into Schaller's golden eyes. He had never seen such intensity in a gaze before. He had thought he had seen that feeling in many a warrior from House Stormblade; but it was nothing compared to the gaze that now held him. And worse this was a full blooded demon from his look or else the demon blood of this mortal breed far more true in him then it had any other mortal whom shared demon's blood. Magnus could tell that this child's lineage was not from mere demon rape; but rape by a demon lord itself. The sharp pointed ears and vampiric teeth proved it. He shivered inside; but not from the cold. It was still that gaze the hand on his chin forced him to stare into.
A dark smile crept over Schaller's handsome face, "Do you know why? I have decided to make you my personal apprentice. Rejoice Wizard Rosenbrim, for you shall experience pleasures and pains that mere mortals could never dream."
The hideous laugh that came from that all to human throat caused Rosenbrim's blood to run cold throughout his body. Then those warm lips pressed against his own as his head was jerked downwards to fully meet the kiss. His neck and wrists felt pain jolt through them from the action.
Magnus felt that hand still firmly on his chin. He felt himself growing weak from lack of oxygen; mostly getting air out of his nose, as Schaller held the kiss far longer then Magnus expected from a normal kiss. The free hand grabbed to firm a hold onto the wizard's limp shaft. The dark haired wizard winced again; but did not cry out in pain. He knew worse pain would be coming, and soon. He tried to imagine that he was back in the arms of Stephen; but the image was suddenly shattered by the angry scowl of Schaller in his mind.
The voice angrily scolded inside of Magnus's head, "No. I shall not let you escape into your own delusions. You belong to me now. And for trying to escape me you shall have to be punished further."
The wizard let out a cry of pain as he felt the sharp teeth bit only hard enough to draw blood from the inside thigh. He felt the warm, sticky liquid trickle down his leg as another bit was made into his other thigh. Once more he cried out in pain.
Then he felt the tongue lick over the tip of his limp member before the other had swallowed it. Rosenbrim gasped deeply as those sharp fingers pressed against his wounded legs; spreading them apart. The mouth suckled and made some nibbles; but nothing that drew blood as the bite to the thighs had done. The wizard gave off a few slight sounds that his body was enjoying the touch of the Schaller. He felt that now he had completely betrayed Stephen. His head sank down into his chest with shame.
Golden eyes light up as his hands went to the golden chained necklace he still wore around his neck.
A voice hissed into his ear suddenly that it made him shiver in pleasure and fear, "What is this?"
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Mikael was silent as he entered into Shadowkeep, stronghold of Iced Earth. He had been summoned as the others had. It appeared that after two weeks from their last meeting that Lord Schaller was ready to name his new general. Mikael showed nothing of the interest he had in whom the red headed half demon would pick.
However they were not greeted by Lord Schaller at all, a man dressed in thick black dragon mail and wearing a helmet that was stalking and wolf like in it's make, with a black wolf skin mantle over his shoulders. At his waist he wore a sword similiar to the one that Mikael now bore. But it was the necklace around his neck that caught the Stormblade warrior's eyes most of all. He knew the green jewel that sat upon the silver chain. It was Elgard's Eye.