From nowhere, the wind picked up spooking the horses, causing them to pull up. As if on cue, a line of masked figures rose from the tall grass. Overlord Valakân noticed the ambushers were armed with spears and longbows.
Recognising the bark eye-masks, Prince Daarés announced. “Woodelven Father! They encircle us.”
The overlord saw they hadn’t raised their weapons; at least not yet. “Daarés, I believe they wish to talk first, and we need to buy time to allow Khalid’s men to reach us. Agreed?” he said, keeping his eye on the advancing foe.
“As you say, father,” replied Daarés, clearly troubled.
“So, my Prince, I have a question if I may,” she said with a sly grin.
Daarés face sobered. He suddenly remembered with whom he was speaking and chose to be more guarded. “Princess Yarlil, as genuine as you appear, I have to remind myself who you are.”
“Well, thank you, my observant one. It is good you appreciate my dark charm. But to my question, what do you think of this talk of racial intermixing?”
He considered her for a moment. Daarés himself was quarter Dark Elf on his mother’s side, but except for his slightly angular face had none of Yarlil’s elven features. In addressing Yarlil’s question, he remembered that he...
Perched high up on a sixty-step dais, Emperor Constantine sat on the throne of Allgodt. In this large circular space, the emperor looked an isolated and diminutive figure. Stationed around the perimeter of the auditorium stood two hundred Palace Guards. Behind them, the public galleries’empty seats paid silent homage. Absorbed in his thoughts, Constantine was distracted by a movement in the main entrance.
"His Excellency, the High Chancellor, requests an audience, Your Highness," announced the Attending Marschal from the entranceway. Visitors seeking an audience with the emperor could only approach if es...
The sound of the bursting dome shattered the silence of the tabernacle. Stone and plaster plummeted onto the stone floor, sending plumes of dust into the air to form a fine white cloud.
Abbot Ammon’s heart raced in anticipation. As the dust settled, his worst suspicions were realised. From within the white cloud, a giant red figure with outstretched black wings emerged. It had the body of a man, wings of a bat and a large demonic head. With immense trepidation, the abbot watched as the man-beast approach. The eight-foot-high monstrous figure exuded intimidating strength. The demon's muscular red torso rippled with each step...
As the victors of the Elvic Wars, the Woodelven forced the Imperial Council to outlaw fraternisation between humans and the dark elves. In spite of this, a dangerous liaison between the dark elves and the North Essenee continued. In this secret meeting place, both sides of the mixed bloodlines reunited to celebrate their forbidden ancestry. The mixed lineages included the North Essenee clans of Vaulkinär and Hamiryeh and the Eagle and Wolf Beast cabals of the Ell Avon.
Woden the Wise, Valakân’s father and patriarch of the Vaulkinärs, stood up to speak next.
“It is for three generations we have been meeting in Atlans Deep to c...