Chronicles Of Zefaria: The Plight Of The Free Peoples

Chapter One

A Conspiracy in Archmide

Tonomoli Foster entered his customary stance while his Coasha instructor, Master Archameadees, paced about him. Both had blades in their tight grip, though Tonomoli's was perhaps the more sacred, it being the legendary Coasha Blade used by the one who conceptualized Coasha himself, Tal'On Kepp. The blade was a visual piece of work, with a diamond embedded where the hilt and the sword met. It had been successfully passed down from generation to generation until it finally came into the hands of the young lad himself, Tonomoli. Master Archameadees had used it, but it was now Tonomoli's turn to unearth its massive power. This was his first exercise with it, a sparring contest with his master, but he would give no hint of inexperience in the early goings. Finally after much pacing, Tonomoli lunged at his master and the battle began. Certainly their exposition was a visual treat for any who cared to watch. Both moved at lightning speeds, as was customary for anyone trained in the art of Coasha. There was ducking and dodging, flipping, incredible displays of quick reflexes, and swords that struck true with every swipe. Anyone watching would probably say that Master Archameadees had a slight edge, as there were quite a few times where he'd strike Tonomoli on his body. Luckily the two wore protective garments. Finally after a laborious exposition, Master Archameadees called for a halt in the action. Tonomoli looked at him questioningly.

"Is there something wrong, master?"

"'Wrong'? No, no, there's nothing 'wrong,'" said Master Archameadees, huffing and puffing. "Except for, perhaps, that I'm becoming exhausted."

Prailee Orensadden, a dwarven companion of Tonomoli's who'd been watching the action, approached the pair. He spoke gruffly.

"'Exhausted'? That may prove true, but that was still some fine fighting, so fine in fact that you make me wish that my people would embrace such aesthetics. If I may say so, Coasha is art for the eyes."

"That may be true," said Master Archameadees. "But it takes a toll on the body. Tonomoli?"

Tonomoli stood steadfast, awaiting his master's reply.

"You fought well. The Coasha Blade is yours now. I trust you'll use it to bring some good to this world."

"I will, master."

"Fine then. I don't want to hold you. I know that you wanted to catch that illusionist show. As for me, I shall retire for the night. I'll see you in the morning."

Master Archameadees headed for his quarters. Tonomoli looked as though there was something bothering him.

"Thank you, master--for everything."

Master Archameadees replied with a nod of his head and continued about his way.

"Well then, shall we be off? I don't want to miss the beginning!"

 "I'm excited too. A real illusionists, right here in Archmide!"

Tonomoli placed the Coasha Blade in its sheath and the two headed for the exit. The moon shone big and bright in the night sky. There were very few pockets of people out. Most had either retired for the night or had already purchased tickets to see the illusionist. Tonomoli and Prailee stood in a small line where they purchased their tickets. There was a good deal of talking going on inside of the club. Tonomoli and Prailee hurriedly made their way to a table. Just as they were doing so the announcer began introducing the illusionist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to first thank you all for coming to tonight's performance. Now I'd like to ask you all to give a big round of applause for our traveling entertainer and expert illusionist Ahab Aminadab!"

There was an explosion of applause and some yelling. Ahab Aminadab came on stage. As a rule, it had to be a big stage, as illusionists need lots and lots of room. Ahab took a bow and then began speaking.

"Thank you, thank you very much. Tonight, my fair people of Archmide, tonight you'll be treated to the story of Prince Remo and Princess Delilah, two lovers torn because of unapproving families. And now, I shall begin."

Suddenly, and without notice, the backdrop of a colossal castle appeared on stage. Equally without notice, Ahab spun himself in a circle and changed into a man wearing regalia. A woman came running from the gates of the castle and the two embraced.

"Oh Remo! My darling Remo!"

"Delilah! My adoring Delilah! How I've missed you so."

The two kissed one another.

"My father," said Delilah, "He despises of our union. Whatever shall we do?"

"We shall disown them."

Delilah gasped.

"Disown them? But--where would we go--who would take to us?"

"I don't know, my dear Delilah, but as long as we're together...that is all that matters."

At this time another man wearing royal regalia came from the castle, this time escorted by two knights.

"Delilah! Delilah!" he called. "Come back here!"

"My father! Whatever shall I do?"

"Don't worry. I will come back for you. Tonight. Look for me."

Remo kissed her passionately and ran off. Delilah's father caught up to her. Tonomoli was enjoying himself up to a certain point.

"Prailee? Do you see that?"

Prailee was entrenched in the performance and it took an effort for him to adjust.

"Huh? What?"

"There. Orcs."

Tonomoli pointed to a corner of the club that was filled with Orcs. There was nine of them and they were all sitting together.

"Indeed I do. What business do ye suppose they have here? And what are they doing so far away from the Valderghof?"

"I don't know--" said Tonomoli. "But I'd like to find out."

The performance continued on: there was fight scenes, and tearful good-byes, and a whole slew of other things, but Tonomoli was now wholly focused on the business of the Orcs. When the performance finally did end, everyone gave a standing ovation to Ahab, everyone except for Tonomoli and Prailee that is.

"Let's follow them," said Tonomoli.

"Indeed."

People poured out of the club, and most were still talking about the one-man performance. There was some who noticed the Orcs and began to congregate to question their reasons for being there. Tonomoli and Prailee stayed a good distance away from the Orcs, as they managed to go unseen the entire way. The Orcs had a camp set up a few miles away from Archmide. Tonomoli and Prailee hid behind a bush and watched from a good distance away, but close enough so that they could hear what they were saying.

"That Ahab Aminadab, I like him," said one of the Orcs speaking hoarsely. "We should hire him to work for us full time."

"That would set us back a great deal monetary wise," another said. "Besides, he'd be too frightened to perform."

"True, true," another said. "But that would do for entertainment in and of itself."

The Orcs all laughed. Tonomoli began to feel agitated.

"I wish they'd let slip something of importance."

"We may have to do a little kidnapping," said Prailee with a smile.

So the two waited until the Orcs fell asleep and they crept over to the camp. It was quite noisy, as just about every Orc was snoring. Tonomoli pointed to an out-of-the-way Orc. The two went over to him and picked him up, Tonomoli at the feet and Prailee at the head. They then carried him a great distance away from the camp, so as to avoid him waking his companions. Finally Tonomoli smacked him on his head. He awoke, startled.

"Huh? What? Who are you and where am I?"

"We'll ask the questions," said Tonomoli. "And you'll give us the answers. Who are you working for and why have you come here?"

"What? You two don't frighten me," said the Orc as he stood. "As if a puny Man and Dwarf could stand up to the might of one Orc. It would take ten men to equal me!"

"Not when one of those men is a Coasha monk," said Prailee.

Now the face of the Orc became contorted, and visibly one could tell that he was frightened.

"Coasha monk?" he said.

Tonomoli pulled out his Coasha Blade and it shone even at night.

"Tell us or else," said Prailee.

"I can't--I can't give away our plans--I'll be hanged."

Tonomoli made a motion with his sword as if he was about to attack him and the Orc shrieked.

"Var Heflekar!" He screamed hoarsely.

"Var Heflekar," said Tonomoli almost to himself.

"Var Heflekar," repeated the Orc.

"I know of this Var Heflekar," said Prailee. "He's the leader of the Valderghof brand of Orcs. He takes orders from Osmadaan himself."

"Osmadaan?" said Tonomoli. "Is Osmadaan preparing to invade Archmide?"

The Orc hesitated.

"I--I--"

"Tell me," said Tonomoli. "Tell me or I'll--" Tonomoli raised his sword as if to strike.

"Yes. Yes he is. We were ordered to scope out Archmide. Those were our orders. Now, can I leave?"

"Leave?" said Prailee. "Leave? I should hewn you down from where you stand."

"It's alright, Prailee," said Tonomoli. "Let him go."

"Eh? All right. You can go."

The Orc hurriedly went about his way.

"What do we do now?" said Prailee. "Archmide doesn't have the manpower to stand against the Valderghof."

"I don't know--but I must tell Master Archameadees. Perhaps he'll know what to do."

Chapter 2

Nefandus Greyclothen

The two trekked back toward Archmide. There was very little talking. Both were too concerned about the fate of the city. Archmide had been set up by Master Archameadees in 681 AMD (After Monafia's Death). It was a place particularly where Coasha monks could go to hone their craft. There was no standing army in Archmide, but there was yet a good deal of Coasha Monks in the city. Still, they'd not last long against an onslaught from the Valderghof. Tonomoli wondered how they'd even stand a chance against Var Heflekar and the Valderghof. Then he noticed something. Someone was posting a message in the dead of the night, and out of sheer curiosity, he wanted to read it.

"Huh? Where are you going?" said Prailee. "Master Archameadees quarters is this way."

"I want to see what this says."

It was actually the kind of news that he'd want to read. The country of Chisolom was hosting a council, a council where all the free peoples of Zefaria was invited. Apparently recent skirmishes between the Osmadaania controlled Aundar and the Dwarven Stronghold of Galtigor had caused this meeting. The post further suggested that each country send at least one representative.

"Chisolom is hosting a council, and I'm going to be at this meeting," said Tonomoli. "Perhaps we could get some military assistance from Chisolom or the Bravada Empire."

"Yes," said Prailee. "Yes, perhaps we could. That's one heck of an idea."

"Then it is settled. Tomorrow I will tell Master Archameadees about Osmadaania's plot to capture Archmide and also about this great council."

The two went their seperate ways, Tonomoli was heading to his quarters in Master Archameadees dwelling place, while Prailee was heading for his house. At least they had ended the night on a positive note, after such a tragic revelation.
  
The next morning Tonomoli told Master Archameadees about what that Orc had told him. By this time, Prailee had made his way to the Archmeadees household as well. Master Archameadees wasn't frightened upon hearing the news, or if he was he didn't show it. His demeanor was marked by calmness, and he tossed the matter over in his head a few times.

"So--" said Master Archameadeees, "Osmadaan seeks to widen his territory by attacking Archmide. This is news indeed. While I had hoped that he would cease after annexing Thangoon, I wasn't wholly sure that he would. However, I must confess that I have no contingency plan for this--"

"Aye, but we do," said Prailee.

Tonomoli now told his master about the council that was to be held at Chisolom. Master Archameadees breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, now that you've told me this nugget of news, I can rest easy a bit. Perhaps we could garner some assistance from one of the more established countries."

"That's what we were thinking," said Tonomoli. "I can go to the council as a representative of Archmide. And Prailee can accompany me."

"That sounds like a solid idea then. So, when did you plan on leaving?"

Tonomoli said that they didn't really set a timetable, so Master Archameadees came up with one for them: they would leave immediately.

"I'll go pack my things," said Prailee.

"And I'll help Tonomoli with his things," said Master Archameadees.

Soon the Dwarf and Coasha monk stood at the gates of Archmide, preparing to head out toward Chisolom. Both of them carried on their backs rather large backpacks and Tonomoli had with him his Coasha Blade whereas Prailee carried with him a large ax. Before they were to set out, Master Archameadees gave them a little advice.

"Be wary. If Archmide is now under the scope of Osmadaania then it wouldn't surprise me if there are other countries targeted in its radar as well. It may well be that you'll run into several bands of Orcs on your way to Chisolom."

"Don't worry, master," said Tonomoli. "The enemy won't get one over on us."

And with that the duo set out. The sun shone high in the sky, however it was rather cool for a September twenty-first, as well it should be. The road was smoothed quite thoroughly, and with the two being so close to Archmide they saw no reason not to use it. In their packs they carried with them mostly dry foods, like bread and some variations of cheese, several fruits, and several flasks of water. It would be a while before they came across their first river so packing the water was essential. They also carried fishing rods. Feelo fish was a delicacy in Zefaria and the two planned on catching a few. Money was something that they had as well and a great deal of it, for the purpose of buying more food at the different destinations ahead.

In terms of how they were feeling, well, there was a marked difference between the two. Prailee had been on and through adventures before, he being originally from the Dwarven Stronghold of Galtigor. Whether it was digging up precious jewels or fighting off Orcs, Prailee was no novice. But Tonomoli--being only in his early twenties-- had never experienced anything quite like this before. Sure, one could say that his training as a Coasha monk could serve as an adventure in and of itself, but in terms of leaving his homeland and embarking on a magnificent quest of sorts, well, he had no experience. And he suddenly realized this. A feeling of inadequacy came over him. Prailee noticed this.

"Huh? Is there something wrong, Tonomoli?"

"--No. There's nothing wrong."

He preferred not to get Prailee involved in such a private matter. As time went on he would be tested and the feeling would pass.

It was night. Tonomoli and Prailee had made their way much into Foster Forest, but now they were resting. They had gathered together a good deal of wood to fuel a fire, and they were presently cooking some sausage. The journey from Archmide to Chisolom would probably take them four days, which is good because they had a whole month until the Great Council.

"I am a great deal famished," said Prailee with a mouthful of sausage. "After I finish off this sausage, I'm going straight to bed."

"I'm tired too," said Tonomoli. "We walked all while it was sunlight. Rest is due us."

The two went to bed after they'd eaten and waited for the sunlight to wake them, and wake them it did. Morning came faster then either of them wanted it to. But they awoke and prepared to set out once more all the same. The sun was shining bright in the sky, though there were quite a many clouds present. Tonomoli and Prailee made their way back to the road. There was no one to be seen. Even yesterday they had managed not to meet any strangers. The current plan was to continue trekking through Foster Forest, and then take a stop at Desendale. Desendale was an Orcas centered community and it had been founded way back in the year 228 AMD. The current year was 701. The Orcas was a peach-hued people that pretty much kept to themselves. Expansion was something they were never keen to do, as there is only one Orcas centered country in all of Zefaria, compared to four countries of Men and three of Elves. They did have an army though, so any attack from Osmadaania would be met with a resistance. After Desendale they'd trek to Bravada and after that they'd arrive in Chisolom.

As they continued along the road they came to a rise in the path and at the top of the path Tonomoli noticed something. There was a band of Orcs attacking a lone figure. The figure was doing his best but he was quickly becoming overpowered.

"Prailee, do you see what I see?"

"I do indeed."

"We've got to help him!"

The two rushed to the aid of the stranger. Tonomoli pulled out his Coasha Blade and sent Orcs shrieking every which way. Prailee went to work using his axe and nary an Orc could contend with him. Finally the trio sent the whole Orc party running.

"Thank you, strangers," said the mysterious peach hued man. "My name is Nefandus, Nefandus Greyclothen of the Orcas. And what are your names?"

"I am Tonomoli Foster, and this here is Prailee Orensadden."

"A Man and a Dwarf? Working together? One would think they were in Bandersnatch, where Elves, Men, Dwarves, and any other creatures under the sun work towards the betterment of Zefarian peoples everywhere."

"No, we're not in Bandersnatch," said Prailee. "But just what is an Orcas doing in Foster Forest? Where exactly are you coming from and where are you going?"

"Normally I would decline to answer," said Nefandus. "But since you did rescue me I will tell you. I came from Finlaiven. I was visiting old friends. And now I am on my way to Chisolom to participate in the council."

"That's where we're headed," said Tonomoli. "Are you going there to represent Finlaiven?"

"Actually--no. I'm going to represent Desendale. Apart from being a warrior I am also a political figure back home. I just happened to be in Finlaiven when I heard about the council."

"Well, since we're headed the same way why don't you join us?" said Tonomoli. "I've never met an Orcas before and I'd certainly not mind some additional company."

"Joining you would prove wise," said Nefandus. "Especially when Orcs attack strangers in broad daylight. Very well then, I will join you."

"Good," said Prailee. "Now how about we start with you telling us any news you've come across during your journeys."

Nefandus seemed agitated by Prailee's remark. He even gave Prailee a look of contempt after he finished his statement. But he did concede to his request. He told them that he had heard while he was in Finlaiven that Fignufen, a Dwarven country, was experiencing problems with the relatively close country of Wragafnifur, another one of the many provinces of Osmadaania. Apparently a group of Orcs had been seen gathering near Fignufen's border. No one was sent to question them and to find out their reasons for being so close to the border, but it was still a queer occurrence all the same. After he finished telling them this, Tonomoli told him of the incident in Archmide. Nefandus wasn't too surprised to hear this.

"They are scoping out the borderland countries," said Nefandus. "Osmadaan is looking for more lands to swallow."

"But he must know that these acts constitute the threat of war," said Prailee. "He would not be so foolish as to challenge all of the free peoples of Zefaria would he?"

"You obviously don't know Lord Osmadaan," said Nefandus. "He is power hungry. He wants to control all lands, all places, and all peoples."

"How do you know this?" said Tonomoli.

Nefandus had a small smile on his face.

"All one has to do is take a look at his history. In 33 AMD, he takes control of the Valderghof. In 134 AMD he sets up a puppet government in Aundar. In 552 AMD, he recruits Saunssussen to join him. Need I go on?"

Tonomoli had his head bent in reflection. Up to this point he hadn't thought much on who they'd be going to war with, that is--of course--if they were going to war. All would be revealed at the council. But this much was certain: Lord Osmadaan was power hungry and his last aquisition of Thangoon back in the year 699 AMD wasn't the probable extent to which he wanted to see his kingdom rule over. He mused over the thought of war in his head until he finally decided to ask Nefandus about it.

"So--do you think they'll be war?"

Nefandus paused for a moment. "I think--I think that war isn't necessarily inevitable, as there is still a good chance that we may avoid it. But that avoidance depends largely on the actions of Lord Osmadaan."

Chapter 3

Rest in Desendale

Night had fallen. The trio had made their way to the borderlands of where Foster Forest and Desendale meet. It had been agreed upon that they would continue trekking through the remainder of Foster Forest for the night and rest at an inn in Desendale. It took them about three hours after the sun had went down to make it to Desendale. When they did finally get to the gates of Desendale a lone guard bade them to halt before entering.

"Halt," he said. "Who goes there?"

"It is I, Nefandus Greyclothen, and I have with me two companions, Tonomoli Foster and Prailee Orensadden. May we enter?"

"Yes--yes of course. I didnt know it was you, Sir Greyclothen. You may enter."

The guard opened the gates for them and they walked in. There was nary a person out and about. Most of the Orcas were already in bed for the night. But the ones who were out eyed the trio most thouroughly. Specifically it was Tonomoli and Prailee whom they were staring at. Prailee pretty much returned the favor while Tonomoli pretended not to notice.

"You'll sleep at the Inn O'Desendale for tonight while I'll be at my house," said Nefandus, "and tomorrow we'll go to the pub to hear the latest news."

"Aye," said Prailee. "I wager they'll be plenty to hear too."

Nefandus lead them to the Inn O'Desendale, a quaint place to spend the night to be sure. The inn keeper looked at the trio questioningly as they entered.

"Well lookee here, we have guests," he said. "What can I do you for?"

"These two are looking for a place to spend the night," said Nefandus. "Have you got any rooms available?"

"As a matter of fact I do," said the inn keeper. "I gather that you two will be wanting to share a room?"

"That's right," said Tonomoli. "How much will that cost?"

"Twenty penetts."

Tonomoli pulled out his pocket book and paid the inn keeper twenty penetts.

"Thank you ever so kindly," said the inn keeper. "And now I'll show you to your rooms."

"I'll come back in the morning," said Nefandus, and he left. The inn keeper lead them to their room. There wasn't much of any furniture in the lodge, but there were two beds. Prailee immediately went to one of them and plopped on it. Tonomoli thanked the inn keeper one last time and then went to his bed to retire.

The next morning Nefandus made good on his promise that he'd be back.

"Good morning," he said to Tonomoli and Prailee. "Did you sleep well?"

"I tried to," said Tonomoli, "but this mattress isn't as friendly as I'd like it to be."

"Aye," said Prailee, "these mattresses weren't as soft as they could've been, which made for an awful night's rest"

"Well, I apologize on behalf of the inn keeper. And now we really should be going to the pub. How does pancakes and bacon or sausage sound?"

"It sounds like a good breakfast," said Prailee.

And with that the three set out for the pub. Desendale was a populous country and there was a great many people abroad in the early hours of the morning. Tonomoli and Prailee did get stared at again today, which can't really be blamed on the Orcas, considering most of them had never even seen a Man or a Dwarf before. Tonomoli again took it in stride but Prailee took offense to it.

"These Orcas will stare you to your death," he said.

"Don't worry too much about it," said Tonomoli. Prailee grumbled something about it being impolite and all and then finally conceded.

"Oh all right. I'll excuse it."

The pub that the crew were going to was called the Black Raven. It had been the first pub built in the land of Desendale. It had been hundreds of years since then, back when Desendale was first colonized, but the Black Raven still proved to be a hot spot where travelers could come to kick back or take in the latest news. There was a lot of talking going on but as the trio entered a good many people turned to the entrance. And all of them were peach-hued peoples. Nefandus himself had come here often and so he knew many of the regulars. He led them to a somewhat isolated section of the pub, as there were several individuals already present in the area and engaged in dialogue. Nefandus then signaled for the waiter to come to their table.

"What'll it be?" said the waiter.

"Three pancake specials all with sausage?" asked Nefandus of Tonomoli and Prailee. They nodded. "Very well then, and you can add three milks to that order also."

The waiter wallked away with their orders. After that two men came over to their table and conversed back and forth with Nefandus. They were mostly talking about old times. Prailee found it rude that Nefandus didn't introduce them while Tonomoli really didn't care too much. He was mostly just listening. Finally Nefandus did introduce the pair.

"Oh, where are my manners? Let me introduce these two gentlemen. This here is James Goldenbrow."

"Hey, how do you do?" said James.

"And this fellow here is Marty Wranfellow."

"How are ya?" he said. Tonomoli and Prailee addressed each of them with a nod and a smile.

"I'm Tonomoli Foster and my companion is Prailee Orensadden."

"We don't get too many Dwarves and Men in these parts," said Marty. "What exactly is your business here, if you don't mind me asking?"

"We're just passing through," said Prailee. "We're headed toward Chisolom, for the Council."

"The Council?" said James. "You mean to tell me that you two are ambassadors from some foreign country? We don't get that much either."

"Actually--it's just me," said Tonomoli. "And I'm an ambassador for Archmide, which--I suppose--could hardly be called a country."

"That may be," said Marty, "but it's still an honor for us to have guests such as yourselves. Conversing with anyone other than an Orcas is a rarity here."

"Well we're glad to make your aquaintance," said Prailee.

"Why don't you pull up a chair and join us?" said Nefandus. James and Marty pulled up a chair and continued to converse with Tonomoli and Prailee right up until the waiter brought their food and they began eating, then they mostly just waited for them to finish their meal. When they all finally did finish eating, Nefandus made it clear that he would be paying for breakfast. Tonomoli tried to protest but Nefandus wouldn't have any of it.

"You're my guests," he said. "What kind of a host would I be if I made you pay for breakfast?"

"Tonomoli paid for the hotel room," said Prailee.

"Well, that was an oversight on my part," said Nefandus. "And it won't be happening again." Nefandus gave the waiter fifteen penetts (five for each meal) and the waiter was off.

"Well now," said Nefandus, "would you two like to share any news that you've heard while I was away? I'm sure Tonomoli and Prailee would be eager to hear anything you two might've come across."

"Certainly," said Marty. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to share some of what I've heard. For one, I know that Orcs have been secretly massing down in Foster Forest. Not a whole lot of em, mind you, as that would pretty much eliminate the secrecy of their mission. I gather Osmadaania doesn't want us to know that they're planning something, but we know. Oh yes, we know. I don't rightly know where exactly these Orcs come from, whether it be Thangoon, Aundar, Makerva, or some other Osmadaanian province, but they're coming all the same, and that's enough to cause worry among the inhabitants of Desendale."

Tonomoli then told Marty and James about the incident in Archmide and also about the ambush against Nefandus.

"Well now, I'll be," said James. "So they attacked you in Foster Forest and they're planning something near Archmide also?"

"And also Fignufen," said Nefandus. "While I was down in Finlaiven I heard about skirmishes between Wragafnifur and Fignufen."

"Well, I've found something out myself, if I may add to the conversation," said James. "It was not too long ago, about a week and two days if I reckon correctly. I'm in the shipping business. I'll sell spices to anyone that's in the market to buy them. Now tell me why a shipment of spices headed for Foster Village never made it to its destination? I got a message from buyers in Foster Village saying they've yet to see the spices five days ago. Like I said, it's been a week and two days, and I still haven't heard from the delivery man. My guess is that some Orcs raided the transport and killed the delivery man. Now what do you have to say about that?"

"He's testing the water," said Nefandus. "He's seeing what he can get away with without actually declaring war. I wouldn't be surprised if transports carrying goods weren't raided all over Zefaria."

"The land between Aundar and Galtigor has seen a whole lotta incidents," said Marty. "That's the whole reason they're having this Council. Chancellor Carter ain't stupid. He knows that if Galtigor falls then Bravada is next. And then what? Chisolom? It'd be smart if all the free peoples would form some kind of alliance. That's what I see happening at the Council. An alliance of Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Orcas. An alliance against Osmadaania."

"I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't manage to come up with a joint statement," said James. "What, with the history between some of these countries, they'd be hardpressed to form an alliance. The Yorkian family leaves Chisolom to start the Yorkian Kingdom: people from the Yorkian Kingdom and Chisolom leave their countries to start the Bravada Empire, with the Bravada family being the primary instigators. An alliance? More like dissent between the free peoples of Zefaria."

"Now hold on there a minute," said Prailee, "there haven't been any major wars between those countries, just skirmishes. I don't rightly know what'll happen at the Council, but I do think that the prospect of an alliance is the correct way to go."

"What do you think will happen, Tonomoli?" said Nefandus. Tonomoli paused for a healthy minute, looking lowly towards the ground. He then spoke:

"I--I don't know what to think--All this news I've heard is distressing, very distressing. I guess I'm just a little downtrodden to know that Osmadaania is preparing for war and none of the other countries have probably even brought it up in their councils. And what about the Great Council? I embarked on this journey in hopes that I could garner some support from a major country for Archmide, but who's to say that the Zefarian peoples will even take to my request? What if no one cares about Archmidians and their plight? Then what would I do? A lone Coasha Monk can't break down the walls of Osmadaania Castle--"
  
"Be encouraged, young lad," said Prailee. "A lone Coasah Monk may not be able to break down the walls of Osmadaania Castle, but he can sure as heck cause a healthy amount of ruckus."

"Yes, don't talk so dark," said Marty. "I'm sure things will work out for the best. This here James, don't pay any attention to him. He's been a pessimist since birth."

"Not a pessimist," said James, "I see things as they really are."

"I agree with Marty's description of James," said Nefandus. "You really are an old pessismist, aren't you?"

Everyone laughed. Tonomoli was feeling a good deal better. He sort of came to the conclusion that he could only do so much and it would be wise not to worry too much about the future. "The future will take care of itself," he thought. "But I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure it turns out for the best."

Chapter 4

Prince Le'on Bravada

Prince Le'on Bravada took a seat near his father, King Richard Bravada, in Bravada's military strategic planning room. A lone dignitary and councilor by the name of Higgins had been talking a great deal on the matter of the Great Council to be held at Chisolom. Councilor Higgins was mainly stating his belief that Bravada should lobby for a combined military force from the free peoples of Zefaria, one that could counter the threat posed by Osmadaania. This sentiment was met with groans by a whole host of the other councilmen. One councilor, in particular, spoke openly about why Councilman Higgins shouldn't lobby for such a thing.

"We're not on the brink of war, Councilman Higgins. Osmadaania just needs to tighten up control over its vast army. I'd say that just a little discipline is needed and that and that alone would curb these myriad of skirmishes. What say you?"

There was a great deal of mumbling and murmuring. Councilman Higgins then voiced his opinion.

"'Discipline?' 'Discipline?' We'll see if you're still proclaiming that the problem is only a lack of discipline when Osmadaania has its sword at your throat."

There was a combination of moaning and groaning by the councilmen.

"I'm telling you that these skirmishes are nothing more than a prelude to a great and terrible war, a war that will encompass all of Zefaria," said Councilman Higgins.

"We've had skirmishes before," replied a councilman, "with Chisolom and the Yorkian Kingdom. What makes you think that these skirmishes between Osmadaania is any different from those?"

"There is one thing different about those skirmishes and these, and that's that these skirmishes involve Lord Osmadaan. The man is a tyrant. He wants to rule over all of Zefaria, and the only way to counter his growing and evil influence is to unite while we still can. For no one knows when he'll strike, but when he does we have to be prepared to answer the call of duty. That is why I propose an alliance between Men, Dwarves, Elves, and Orcas. It is the only way that we will be able to defend ourselves against the dark cloud of Osmadaania, and this should be the Bravada Empire's position at the Great Council."

"Won't that just agitate the existing problem though, instead of curing it," said Le'on. "If we proclaim an alliance to Osmadaania that would most definitely mean that we're going to war, and there would be no way of peacefully solving the matter."

"Young Le'on," said Councilman Higgins, "you're young, and for that I can excuse you. But there is evil in the world and I wouldn't be misplaced in asserting that Osmadaania is an evil empire. Lord Osmadaan wants his empire to grow until it has grown fat over the different lands and peoples of this great Zefarian world, and if we sit back and pretend that these skirmishes are nothing more but discipline problems then we'll be sitting ducks for whatever Lord Osmadaan has planned."

"Lord Osmadaan has proven himself quite slack in resolving this matter," said a nameless councilman. "Perhaps Higgins is right in his proclamations."

There was much talking at once between the councilman and Higgins wrestled to get his point across.

"Let's look at it this way: if Galtigor falls then who's next? I'll tell you who would be next, the Bravada Empire that's who. We can't sit back and call this situation something that it's not, there's too much at stake."

"I don't think that war is inevitable," said a councilman. "And this Osmadaan, I'm sure we could all just sit down and talk about it like the civilized people that we are. But if we do this thing, if we go to the Great Council and say 'Let us unite as one and stand against Osmadaania' then we would have ruined all chances for a peaceful solution to this problem, as Osmadaan would no doubt feel threatened to know that all of Zefaria is united against him."

"Here, here," said a councilman backing up the former councilman's statement. "I agree wholly with that statement. We're in a tense situation, and the last thing we need is to add fuel to an already blazing wildfire. I agree wholly with the councilman."

There was a lot of here here's and some banging on the wooden surface of the table. Finally King Richard Bravada spoke.

"Very well then, what shall be our position at this council? Shall we call for an alliance?"

There was some clapping of hands but not much.

"Or shall we call for a peaceful solution to the problem?"

A good two-thirds of the councilman erupted in applause. Councilman Higgins was visibly disgusted.

"Very well then. My son, Le'on, will head toward Chisolom with the position of peace. The meeting is concluded."

The Councilman all stood and spoke toward one another. Councilman Higgins made his way toward Le'on and King Richard Bravada.

"This was a grave mistake," said he to them. "An allied Zefaria would have gone a long way in showing Lord Osmadaan that we were serious about these skirmishes."

"There haven't been too many skirmishes between the Bravada Empire and Osmadaania," said King Richard Bravada. "I think a peaceful solution can be had of this crisis."

"There may not have been too many skirmishes with us, but Galtigor has seen a whole host of skirmishes," said Le'on. "If Galtigor falls then we're next on the map. Perhaps we should rethink our position father?"

"No, no. The council has made its decision. Now you should really be on your way."

"--Yes father," said Le'on, and he left.

"I do hope that we're doing the right thing," said King Richard, "for the sake of all free peoples everywhere."

Chapter 5

The Yorkian Twins

Seth Von York, the king of the Yorkian Kingdom, sat in his throne room. Not too long ago he had summoned his military advisers along with his son--Seth Von York the second--and his daughter, Edith Von York, to participate in an early morning council. His military advisers, along with Seth and Edith, approached the king. Edith carried with her a wooden staff whilst Seth had a sword placed in its sheath. Edith's beloved, a knight by the name of Janus Wraynard, was also present.

"You summoned for us, sire?" said a nameless military advisor.

"Yes, I want to discuss what our stand shall be at the Great Council. I have been musing over it myself a good deal, but I'd like to hear it from any of you. Are there any suggestions?"

"I've heard a plethora of rumours concerning an alliance," said a military advisor. "Perhaps that should be our position."

"An alliance would catapult us directly into war," said Janus Wraynard. "And we should approach that issue with extreme caution."

"It seems to me--," said Seth Von York the second, "It seems to me that the threat Osmadaania poses is real, and that--in the interest of all free Zefarian peoples everywhere--an alliance is the way to go."

"I agree with my brother," said Edith. "If we don't take a stand against Osmadaania now then he'll gobble up the free lands one by one until he finally reaches the Yorkian Kingdom. And then who will we turn to for help when all of our allies are under the sway of Osmadaania?"

"Now just hold on a minute," said a military advisor. "Lord Osamdaan hasn't encroached a good deal on our people, so why should we act so rashly against him?"

"Yes, it is true that he hasn't encroached on our lands none too much," said Seth Jr. "But that is only because we are not near as say Galtigor. Now in Galtigor he has encroached a good deal and if we were in Galtigor's position on the globe would we not be in the same situation as they are in now?"

"That may be true," said Janus Wraynard, "but we are not in Galtiogr's position. It would be folly for us to support the idea of an alliance when the Yorkian Kingdom hasn't suffered too much by the hand of Lord Osmadaan."

"I'm sorry my beloved," said Edith, "but you are just simply wrong. It would not be foolish to support an alliance, it would show our allies that we stand united with them against the swarm from Osmadaania. And as I said, if we do not support the idea of an alliance, then later on there won't be any chance for one, when Osmadaania takes control of the surrounding lands."

"This is a serious issue, these skirmishes," said a military advisor. "But I don't think the answer to the problem lies in something so extraordinary as an alliance of the free peoples of Zefaria, especially when we've not yet exercised other options."

"What other options are there?" said Seth the second. "Are we to just sit back and watch as our list of allies grows thin day by day, month by month, and year by year? If you'll recall, Makerva used to be our ally, as did Aundar, until Lord Osmadaan came on the scene. Now Galtigor is in need of our help and are we to just turn our backs on a long-standing ally?"

"There are other ways," said Janus Wraynard, "other paths that we might take. Why not propose to the council that we engage in dialogue with Lord Osmadaan and Osmadaania?
I'm sure we could come to some great and reasonable conclusion discussing the matter. We'll let each side air its grievances and we could even have an arbitrator present."

"That sounds like a capital idea," said a military advisor. "Perhaps the Yorkian Kingdom could serve as a host for such an idea, as well as arbitrator."

"If we go that route we'll be negotiating with a tyrant," said Seth the second. "And what would be his demands? Portions of Galtigor to ease his domineering character? What about Fignufen? They've experienced problems with the province of Wragafnifur. Osmadaan would more than likely want to take a chunk of their land. No, my friend, negotiating with a tyrant like Osmadaan is not the way to go."

"War is not the answer," said a military advisor. "We must think this thing through to its conclusion. If we go to war than thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands will die. Villages will be torched, lands will become barren. What about the victims of such a war? No one has brought up them. How many deaths will the Elves suffer? What about Men? And the Dwarves? War is costly on so many fronts. Are we truly prepared to face the consequences of an untamed, unbridled war? Zefaria as yet hasn't seen war on such a scale. Is now the time to embark on such a dark endeavor?"

"Sometimes--" said Edith, "Sometimes war is the answer. And I believe that this is one of those times. I believe that the time is ripe for Zefaria to experience her first real war."

"I wholly concur," said Seth the second. "We are in a precarious position, and the only way out of it is through battle. Otherwise, we may end up being a lone power pitted against an even greater power from the east. Do we really want to take the risk of the Yorkian Kingdom standing alone against the darkness that is Osmadaania? I don't think we can afford that kind of a risk."

"Very well then," said the king. "I've heard enough. But I must confess that my mind was partially made up before I'd even heard anything from either of you. We shall propose this alliance."

Janus was visibly downtrodden.

"It would be in the interest of the Yorkian Kingdom to see Galtigor remain as a viable world power. Seth, Edith?"

The duo stood steadfast, waiting for their father's reply.

"You are to leave immediately for Chisolom as representatives of the Yorkian Kingdom. That is all. You all may be excused."

A good deal of the military advisors left. Seth, Edith, and Janus remained.

"This alliance, sire, it is the wrong way to go," said Janus. "I feel it in my heart. We could've chosen a more suitable path."

"There will be others with different proposals at the Council," said the king. "It is still a possibility that the alliance won't come into fruition."

"If they are smart they will propose the same thing," said Seth the second. "Do not worry too much about our position, Janus. You may not can see it now, but this was the right decision to make."

"I hope so," said Janus. And with that the trio made their way out of the throne room.

Chapter 6

From Desendale to Bravada

"Well, this morning went pretty good, wouldn't you say?" said Nefandus to Tonomoli and Prailee. "The breakfast was scrumptious, and the conversation was satisfactory."

"The morning was indeed both scrumptious and satisfactory," said Prailee. "Though I could very well have gone for a bit more in the conversation department. I like hearing the latest news and the views of different peoples."
 
"I meant to compliment the chefs on their skills," said Tonomoli. "That breakfast was one of the best I've had in quite some time. I guess it just slipped my mind."

"Here's an idea," said Prailee. "Why don't we invite that Wranfellow and Goldenbrow to join us for the rest of the trip? Bravada isn't too far away, they could journey with us at least up until then. I could do with some more stimulating conversation."

"I'm sure that Marty and James have more important things to do than trek with us," said Nefandus. "Besides, if you wanted stimulating conversation, why don't you just talk to me?"

Prailee held his tongue. He had thought up a rather clever retort but decided against using it. The trio had made their way to the gates of Desendale. They had their backpacks strapped up and they were all set to head out once more. Again there was the customary staring by most Orcas but Tonomoli and particularly Prailee had pretty much learned to ignore it. There was even some pointing by little children. Despite the staring, Tonomoli felt a little downhearted that they were leaving the Orcas-centered community. This was his first time ever seeing the Orcas people, so he was naturally intrigued by them. But what really got him down was the homely nature of Desendale and how great the conversationalist Wranfellow and Goldenbrow were. How long it would be before he could converse like that again he didn't know. Suddenly he became curious as to an aspect of the upcoming Council. What was the position of Nefandus on the matter at hand?

"Nefandus," said Tonomoli, "I was wondering--what will you be presenting at the Great Council? Do you think that an allied Zefaria is better than a non-allied one? Or do you have some other proposition?"

"Admittedly," said Nefandus, "admittedly I did at first think that we could solve this problem peacefully and that was going to be my platform. But now, after recently hearing of how Goldenbrow's business has been interrupted by Orcian raids, I must say that I am leaning ever so closely to the proposition of an alliance. That, I think, will be what the majority of the Zefarian peoples will be asking for as well. And it just makes me wonder what else is going on in the other countries. If they attack transports leaving Desendale, what are they doing in Fignufen, or Harwrintholien?"

"Galtigor is the land that's really been hard hit," said Prailee. "Since it borders Aundar and Makerva and Thangoon are relatively close to it as well, I guess Lord Osmadaan sees it as the first of his new acquisitions. But he's highly mistaken. My home country won't fall. Fort Evner is there to stay."

"I don't know," said Nefandus. "How long would Fort Evner be able to hold from a surprise attack from all three provinces of Osmadaania? No, I must correct myself, how long would Galtigor itself be able to stand from an onslaught from those three Osmadaanian provinces? I'd wager not long."

"We Dwarves are made of tougher stuff than you know, Nefandus. It will take all of Osmadaania to bring down The Dwarvian Stronghold of Galtigor."

"What if that's exactly what Osmadaania has planned?" asked Tonomoli. "If he poured all his resources into capturing Galtigor, surely he'd succeed. That's why I think it is so important that this idea of an alliance moves from peoples mouths and becomes a reality. It is the only way that Galtigor, or dare I say it, all of Zefaria will survive."

"Well spoken, young Tonomoli," said Nefandus. "I couldn't have put it any better."

"I must concede the argument then," said Prailee with a sigh. "I know that it would be hardpressed for the Galtigorian people to fend off an attack from all of the provinces of Osmadaania. But we may not have to go it alone. If this alliance thing materializes then it'd be Osmadaania against the free peoples of Zefaria, and those are much better odds."

By now the trio had made good headway from Desendale and toward Bravada. In terms of encountering strangers, there was none to be seen. Not even Orcs were present on the road, which is good for them because if they were they'd be met with staunch resistance.

The trio had now come to the Van Thespian River and Prailee had brought up the idea of catching some feelo fish.

"It'd be a good idea to catch a few feelo fish here," he said. "We're not going to get this chance again, as the Van Thespian moves from here to the south and then rounds near the border of Shondaloh. We'd better make good on this opportunity."

"I don't have a fishing rod," said Nefandus.

"That's alright," said Prailee. "You can gather fire wood."

Nefandus went to gather fire wood while Tonomoli and Prailee fished for feelo fish. Tonomoli had caught two of them while Prailee had caught one.

"There's no reason to catch too many of them," said Prailee. "The others would most likely spoil during the rest of our journey. Let's just eat these."

Nefandus came back with the fire wood and immediately started a fire. Prailee pulled out a skillet and held it over the fire, cooking the feelo fish. After a time, he discerned that it was ready and the trio helped themselves to a piece of fish each. They also had some loaves of bread

"Mmm," said Tonomoli, "I simply adore feelo fish." He was talking with a mouthful.

"It is quite tasty," said Nefandus. "As far as I'm aware of my people don't cook this often. It's certainly the first time I've ever had any of it. But I certainly wouldn't mind having some more."

"You Orcas don't know what you've been missing if you've been neglecting feelo fish," said Prailee. "And with the Van Thespian running through your land, you'd think they'd be hip to it."

"Well, here's one Orcas that won't be neglecting it any longer," said Nefandus.

It was nightfall and darkness had surrounded them. Tonomoli and Prailee pulled out blankets and slept on them while Nefandus looked a little lost. He didn't have a blanket.

"I have an extra blanket if you'd like one," said Tonomoli.

"Thank you," said Nefandus. "I'd like that very much.

Tonomoli searched throughout his backpack and pulled out a nice wool blanket and gave it to Nefandus. The trio slept peacefully. There was nary a noise to be heard in the still of the night, and so they weren't disturbed in the least bit. The morning came and Tonomoli was the first to awaken. He allowed Prailee and Nefandus to awake on their own. Prailee woke first and then Nefandus. Prailee rattled on about breakfast but Nefandus brought up the notion that they should skip it.

"We should really be on our way," said Nefandus. "If we neglect breakfast now we could arrive in Bravada by noon."

"Oh all right," said Prailee. "But we've gotta make up for this lack of a meal at lunch."

The trio walked along the Van Thespian River. There seemed no way they'd be able to cross it.

"How are we going to make it across?" said Tonomoli.

"There should be a bridge around here somewhere," said Nefandus. "Maybe it's further down the river."

It was further down the river, about two miles where they currently were. Tonomoli thought he saw something in the distance, something long and large covering the river.

"Is that a boat?" said Tonomoli.

"That, my friend, is the bridge," said Nefandus.

The trio made their way to the bridge and crossed it. Now they were on the other side of Desendale, the side where Desendale and Bravada shares a border, though small as it may be. Just as Nefandus said, it would take them to about noon to make it to Bravada. They had already by now made their way back to the road. There was none too many people on the road, except for a horse and buggy that passed to their right.

"Good morning to you," said the driver.

The trio all replied the same thing, good morning. Suddenly, Tonomoli was curious as to how many countries would be represented at the council.

"How many countries do you think will be represented at the Council?" he said to Nefandus.

"If they are smart everyone of them," said Nefandus.

"But which ones, I mean, specifically which countries will be there?"

"Well there's Galtigor, the Bravada Empire, Harwrintholien, Fignufen, you're representing Arcmide, of course. I don't plainly know if Foster Village will send a representative. Then you have Bandersnatch, Finlaiven, and I also I'm not sure if the wizardly countries of Shondaloh, Shondalah, and Shondaleigh will be their. I gather that they're discussing whether to go or not in their councils."

"Wizardly countries? I must confess that I haven't heard much about them. Can you tell me anything that you might've learned?"

"Of course," said Nefandus. "Notice that there are three of them?"

Tonomoli nodded.

"Well, there used to be just one. Shondaleigh. Shondaleigh was started way back in 25 AMD by Master Felfadel. But in the year 521 AMD something happened, something the scholars have called the Dissent of the Wizards. It was mostly over the role of wizards in modern day society. And with the Dissent of the Wizards came two new wizardly countries: Shondaloh, and Shondalah. That makes three of them, and all of them have their own ways and teachings that a wizard must follow. Mind you, these are legitimate countries, not just cities like your Archmide with an expanse of uninhabited land. But their primary focus is the cultivation of a wizards power. They've also experienced minor skirmishes between the three of them, mostly just some young wizards who weren't disciplined enough. But like I said, I don't know if they'll send representatives. They probably won't, but then again I may be wrong."
 
Tonomoli had his head bent in reflection. Prailee noticed something in the distance.

"Do you see what I see?" said Prailee. "Those Orcs, they're attacking that carriage."

"Let's go help them," said Tonomoli.

The trio rushed to the aid of the horse and buggy. There was about five Orcs that had set their sights on whatever or whoever was in the buggy. Tonomoli pulled out his Coasha Blade and none could contend with him. Nefandus had a sword also and he proved to be well-off in the combat department. Prailee was like a wild Dwarf and the Orcs could come up with no answer to his ax. Finally the Orcs retreated off into the woods. The person who was attacked was the same person who said good morning to them earlier. He thanked them ever so kindly and was again on his way.

"Arrrggghhh," said Prailee. "Those Orcs make my blood boil."

The trio continued on. After about eleven they were able to see Bravada Castle in the distance.

"That's Bravada," said Tonomoli. "We made it."

Chapter 7

Rest in Bravada

Bravada truly bustled with inhabitants. The trio made their way to the gates of Bravada and they weren't pestered by the guard at all. But he did have to ask them of one thing, as was customary.

"Welcome to the Bravada Empire. Before you enter, you must divulge your purpose here."

"We're just passing through," said Nefandus. "We're headed for the Council."

"Headed for the Council are you?" said the guard. "There have been quite a few peoples headed that way today. Very well then. You may enter."

The trio entered. Tonomoli felt a bit lost because of how grand Bravada was. Prailee mostly just looked from place to place. Nefandus was the only one who didn't seem to be taking it all in.

"There's so many places to go," said Tonomoli. "Where do we begin?"

"Well, I haven't eaten since last night," said Nefandus. "So let's go for a bite."

"But where are the eateries?" said Tonomoli. "Excuse me," he said to a stranger, "but we're new here. Where would one find a good meal?"

"Button's serves great feelo fish. It's down a little further on your right. You can't miss it. It's got a huge sign on the front."

"Thank you," said Tonomoli.

The trio headed for Buttons. Just as the stranger said there was a huge sign on the building. As they entered the establishment they weren't nearly as observed as they were in Desendale. Bravada's inhabitants barely even took notice of them. The trio found an empty table and seated themselves. A waiter came to take their orders.

"May I take your order?" she said.

"Yes you may. Three feelo fish specials?" asked Nefandus of Tonomoli and Prailee. They nodded.

"You can also add three ales to that order," said Prailee. A thought came to Prailee's head and he just had to get it out. "So, Nefandus, will you be paying for our lunch?"

Nefandus put on a small smile.

"I think I'll let you all pay for your own orders this time," he said.

Tonomoli took in his surroundings. There was a great many people here. A lot of them were talking amongst themselves. He even caught sight of several gentlemen in the corner smoking pipes.

"I've got hunger pains," said Tonomoli. "I wish they'd hurry up with our orders."

It did take them a healthy amount of time before they finally brought their food. When the food finally did arrive the three of them started eating speedily.

"This fish is fantastic," said Tonomoli with a moutful of food. "I wonder what is their recipe."

"Whatever it is they're not likely to give it to one of us," said Nefandus. "They'd lose a healthy amount of business if they did."

"Well, I know that," said Tonomoli. "I was just thinking out loud."

The trio finished their meal in about five minutes and each of them left five penetts (for a total of fifteen penetts) on the table. After that Nefandus brought up the notion that they could ask around for the latest news. Prailee was particulary enthused about the idea, as he was hoping to find some people like Marty Wranfellow and James Goldenbrow.

"Let's hope that the people of Bravada have as much conversational skill as those in Desendale," he said.

The first couple of people they questioned didn't really know too much. Either that, or they didn't want to divulge anything. There was a few who just simply regurgitated the news that the trio had already heard, such as Orcs massing in Foster Forest, and the skirmishes in Galtigor. But there was one who was really up on the latest news. His name was Stephen O'Riley, and he was a farmer.

"If it's news you're looking for, travelers, then you've come to the right place," he said. "I've been in the farm business for twenty years and this is the first time I've been encountered with such hardship."

"What happened?" said Tonomoli.

"It was last night. I had just gotten finished cleaning up the stalls where the horses stay. Now tell me why as I'm making my way back to the house I started to smell smoke? It was a curious thing, and I at first started to ignore it but then something told me to investigate. So I spun around, looking for the source of the fire, and then wouldn't you know it, it turned out to be my crops! They were on fire. I ran into the house to get a thick blanket and I was able to put out the fire in no time. Now I don't rightly know who started the fire, but if I had to guess I'd say it was Orcs."

Prailee then told Stephen about the incident that James Goldenbrow had with his shipping business.

"That don't surprise me one bit," said Stephen. "These bands of Orcs have been starting turmoil wherever they could get away with it."

"What about other farms," said Tonomoli. "Was yours the only one that was targeted?"

"No," said Stephen. "There was another incident. A farmer friend of mine told me just yesterday that he awoke and set out to take a stroll through his crops when, lo and behold, he found that they had been ripped out of the ground. And what gets me is that there's nothing that we can do about it. We just have to sit here and take whatever they throw at us."

"You can complain to the different dignitaries of the Bravada Empire, can't you?" said Nefandus.

"They wouldn't take the matter to heart. They're too concerned about avoiding war to care about what goes on down here. And I hear that Prince Le'on Bravada is going to the council on the platform of peace. And my feeling is you can't negotiate with a tyrant. You have to be just as ruthless as he is, otherwise you'd be swallowed whole."

"Surely if someone communicated with the different dignitaries about what went on at these farms Bravada would change its position, wouldn't they?" said Tonomoli.

"I sincerely doubt it," said Stephen. "Bravada has always been slack concerning the skirmishes with the Osmadaanian provinces. They'd much rather avoid seeing a war, and if that means ignoring the concerns of the Bravada people then that's what they'll do."

"It's sad, really," said Nefandus. "It is amazing how much Osmadaania is allowed to get away with, all because people are afraid to confront it."

"But that fear isn't misplaced, is it?" asked Tonomoli. "What I mean to say is, Osmadaania is a powerful entity, that's the reason for the fear, right?"

"But if the Zefarian peoples would unite," said Stephen, "then that would be more than a match for Osmadaania, wouldn't it?"

"I don't know," said Nefandus. "It would be difficult to say the least to coordinate such a gigantic offensive as an allied Zefaria. Whereas Osmadaania is already coordinated and controlled, the free peoples of Zefaria would be a mass and a mess of uncoordinated soldiers. What would happen if Chisolom wanted to go this way but Finlaiven wanted to go that?"

"I never thought about it that way," said Tonomoli with his head bent in reflection.

"So do you think that even if Zefaria becomes allied we still will be hardpressed to defeat Osmadaania?" said Prailee. "Cause if that's the case, then I don't see any reason for the Council, if we'd lose regardless."

"Well, we have to try something," said Nefandus. "But whether that something works or doesn't work, I guess we'll find out in the end."

"Well, I think--if done correctly--that a united Zefaria would crush Osmadaania into dust," said Stephen.

"I wouldn't be too surprised if it turned into a stalemate," said Tonomoli. "Like Nefandus said, an allied Zefaria is bound to pose problems for the generals. And while an allied Zefaria would end up having a greater deal more of troops than Osmadaania, if they're not lead correctly then what's the use of having them? Besides, what other secrets does Lord Osmadaan have hidden away in his castle? Perhaps we're only weeks to finding out."

"A 'stalemate?'" said Prailee. "We Galtigorians don't settle for stalemates."

They continued to talk well into the night. Nefandus finally said that they must be on their way, as they had a big day ahead of them, it being the final push towards Chisolom.

"All right then," said Stephen. "You two representatives make sure you lobby hard for that allied Zefaria."

"We will," said Nefandus as they were leaving. The trio found an inn that was just across the street. Prailee and Tonomoli shared a room again while Nefandus slept alone. Tomorrow was a big day for them, and for Tonomoli it couldn't come any faster.

Chapter 8

The Push Toward Chisolom

Nefandus was the first of the trio to awaken, and he--unlike Tonomoli--didn't let the others sleep in.

"Come now, wake up," he said as he tapped Prailee on the shoulder.

"You could've given us the liberty of a little more sleep," said Prailee grumpily.

"Well I'm sorry," said Nefandus. "But we really must be on our way."

Tonomoli wiped the sleep from in his eyes and then yawned.

"What time is it?" he said.

"It's seven thirty. And it's high time that we be on the road."

"What about breakfast?" asked Prailee. "Are we going to skip breakfast again too?"

"Yes," said Nefandus. "We'll save our appetites for lunch."

Tonomoli and Prailee strapped up their backpacks. Nefandus already had his. And so they were off once more, Chisolom being their final destination. There was some people out, but not much. It was just a little bit too early for the people of Bravada. The crew headed towards the northern gate of Bravada. Bravada and Chisolom shared a border, so it would take the trio about four hours to make it to Chisolom on foot, after they'd left enclosed Bravada territory. A thought came to Tonomoli's mind and he just had to share it.

"What kind of reception will we get in Chisolom, I wonder," he said. "As ambassadors I mean?"

"I've been to Chisolom before," said Nefandus. "And they really know how to treat their guests. We'll more than likely be treated to suites inside the castle itself. And then there's the meals. Chisolom really has some of the best cooks in all of Zefaria."

"What kind of foods do they cook?" asked Tonomoli.

"What kind of foods do you like?" said Nefandus.

"Is it really like that?" said Prailee.

"Yes, it is," answered Nefandus. "Whatever you like, they'll cook it, whether it be turkey, chicken, beef, or even feelo fish. I personally have a craving for some duck."

"'Duck?'" said Prailee. "What about deer? Do they cook deer too?"

"I don't know, but you can ask them," said Nefandus. "I'm sure they've cooked it before though."

The trio had now made their way out of enclosed Bravada territory and they were now on the bare and naked road. There was no one to be seen either way. The thought of previous dealings with Orcs came to Tonomoli's mind.

"I do hope that we don't run into any Orcs on our journey," said Tonomoli. "We've already had two encounters with them."

"I don't think there's too many skirmishes between Chisolom and the Osmadaanian provinces," said Nefandus. "For one, if you look at the map, Chisolom is hemmed in between the Bravada Empire and a range of mountains. Orcs would literally have to enter in through Bravada to get into Chisolom, and I doubt that happening."

"Well if Chisolom doesn't feel the sting of these skirmishes then won't they be in favor of a peaceful solution to the problem?" said Prailee. "So that's two countries that'll be supporting the platform of peace, Chisolom and the Bravada Empire."

"Not necessarily," said Nefandus. "Like our old pal said about Chancellor Carter, he's not stupid. I think he's acutely aware of the danger posed by these skirmishes. If Bravada falls, then Osmadaania would have easy access to Chisolom."

"I think it would become like a domino effect if Galtigor falls," said Tonomoli. "Next would be Bravada, and then Chisolom, and before you know it all the lands of Men would be under the influence of Lord Osmadaan."

"All except the Yorkian Kingdom," said Prailee. "If that scenario played out then there'd be just one free country of Men and Dwarves, the Yorkian Kingdom and Fignufen. Let's hope that it doesn't come into fruition."

The trio continued on through the path. Forestry surrounded them on either side. They had been walking now for about two hours. Two more hours and they'd be in Chisolom. And a good deal before that they would see Chisolom Castle in the distance. Tonomoli was deep in thought. He wondered how he'd represent Archmide, how he'd present their case. "Would it be an effective presentation?" he thought. What about Master Archameadees? He wondered how his old Coasha instructor was doing. Suddenly he felt the urge to ask Nefandus about it.

"What do you suppose I should say on behalf of Archmide?"

"Just tell them your situation and that you respectfully request that they send a battalion or so troops to the region."

"I hope we won't be too late," said Prailee. "This is the start of the fourth day since we set out. I hope Osmadaan has delayed his attack."

"That Orc said that they were just scoping out the land," said Tonomoli. "It would take them at least a week to do all that and then get back to the Valderghof and report it to Var Heflekar. At least I think it would take a week."

"You're right," said Nefandus. "It would probably take about a week. That means that time is on our side."

"I hope it stays on our side," said Prailee.

Now the trio could see the spleandor that is Chisolom Castle. It was really quite a fantastic thing to behold.

"There's Chisolom Castle," remarked Tonomoli. "We're finally here."

Chapter 9

The Prelude to the Council

Tonomoli, Prailee, and Nefandus made their way to the gates of Chisolom. Two guards stood at the gate. One of them greeted the trio.

"Welcome to Chisolom." he said. "And may I ask what is your business here?"

"We've come to participate in the Great Council," said Tonomoli.

"Oh you have, have you? You're just three in a bunch. There's already been quite a few arrivals. This gentlemen will show you to your suite in the castle."

Tonomoli, Nefandus, and Prailee followed the guard to their suites. Chisolom Castle was simply gigantic. There were rooms and sub rooms, passageways and secret passageways, all interwoven into this gargantuan mass of structure. Tonomoli made sure he kept up with the guard in between taking in the awe of the castle.

"I should not like to get lost in here," he said. "You'd be likely to never find your way out."

"True, true," said Prailee. "This place is like one of those castles in story book tales."

Finally, after much roving, the guard showed them to their quaters. The three rooms were right next to one another. They were all decked out with beautiful furniture and fabric of a wonderful aesthetic quality.

"I think I'm going to like it here," said Tonomoli. "It'll be a sad day when we have to leave."

The guard told them that he would be on hand if they had any questions or simply wanted to go looking around the castle. Tonomoli remarked that it was a good thing for them to have, a guide.

"Soon they will be serving dinner," said the guard, "and you'll get a chance to see some of the other representatives."

Dinner time came fast. The trio mostly took the time in between to journey around the castle, with the help of their tour guide of course. All of the representatives from the different countries were present at the dinner. There was the twins Seth and Edith, representing the Yorkian Kingdom, Prince Le'on Bravada representing the Bravada Empire, and then of course there was Tonomoli representing Archmide and Nefandus Desendale. A representative from Finlaiven was there in the form of Farimar Oakensly, and even the wizardly countries were represented.

As the chefs brought out the food Chancellor Carter took the opportunity to greet everyone.

"My dear fellow Zefarians, it is my great pleasure to welcome you all to the land of Chisolom. I hope that your stay will be a most enjoyable one. We've taken great pains to insure that it will be. Now, I know that everyone is anxious to begin the Council but we still have until October the twenty first--

"Move it up," some one cried. "That's too long of a delay."

"Yes," said Chancellor Carter. "It is too long of delay. Fine. Tomorrow we shall begin the Great Council. That is, of course, unless anyone has any objections?"

Tonomoli wanted to say something. If the Council was moved up then he wouldn't be staying here as long as he thought he would. Regardless, he held his tongue.

"All right then, it is settled. And now, a toast, to the free peoples of Zefaria."

Here, here, said a nameless face. Eveyone took a swivel of their drinks. The food that was on display varied greatly, from chicken to turkey, to beef and corn on the cob, and even feelo fish.

"You said they were going to have feelo fish," said Tonomoli to Nefandus, "and they have it!"

"Hmm," said Prailee. "Where do I begin?"

Tonomoli started with feelo fish and then grabbed a leg from a turkey. Nefandus was eating what he said he had a taste for, duck, and Prailee had a little something of everything. After dinner, everyone mostly paired up and talked to one another. Prailee had found some old friends of his who were representing Galtigor while Nefandus was busy chatting it up with Chancellor Carter. Tonomoli had found the Yorkian twins to be a source of stimulating conversation.

"So you said that you represent Archmide?" asked Edith.

"Yes," said Tonomoli. "Yes I do."

"You know," began Seth, "Edith and myself also are trained in the arts. Not Coasha mind you, but the arts nonetheless."

"Really?" said Tonomoli. "That's interesting."

"I'm not too familiar with Coasha," said Edith. "Would you care to explain some of it to me?"

"Certainly," said Tonomoli. Tonomoli then went on to tell them about the esoterics of Coasha, how it liberates the mind and unites the soul. The two were very much interested in what he had to say. Then Tonomoli went on to describe his history and how he first managed to come across Master Archameadees.

"I was seven years old when my mother died," he said. "We were living in Archmide and a group of Orcs attacked a transport that was carrying her. Master Archameadees then decided to take me in as his own and endeavored to teach me all that he knew about Coasha. I am very grateful for what he has taught me, though I miss my mother dearly."

Tonomoli then told them his mother's name, Priscilla. He then said that was all he had to remember her by. Seth and Edith expressed their condolence.

"Lord Osmadaan has caused so many people grief," said Edith. "I am deeply sorry for your loss."

Afterwards, Tonomoli thought about asking them about their opinion about the plight of the peoples of Zefaria, but later decided against it, thinking it'd be best to save such matters for the Council.

"Well, it was nice meeting you two," said Tonomoli.

"See you at the Council," said Edith.

Tonomoli was lead back to his quarters. He decided to take the rest of the night off. Tomorrow would be a big day, a big day indeed.

Chapter 10

The Great Council of the Free Peoples

It was September 26, the new day set aside for the Great Council. Tonomoli had slept only a little the night before. He was too concerned about the fate of Archmide and whether or not the peoples of Zefaria would heed to his request. There was a knock on the door. It was Nefandus along with a lone guard.

"They're ready for us," said Nefandus.

Tonomoli nodded and headed for the exit. They then went to Prailee's room and told him that the time had come. The lone guard led the trio to a great rectangular room supported by columns. There was a whole host of representatives, and they were all sitting at a long table waiting for the final two representatives, Tonomoli and Nefandus, to enter.

"Are we all here?" said Chancellor Carter as Tonomoli, Nefandus, and Prailee made their way into the room and seated themselves. Nefandus nodded.

"Very well then. You have all been summoned here because of the myriad of skirmishes between the land of Galtigor and the provinces of Osmadaania. But I am also reminded of the fact that Galtigor isn't the only land where there have been incidents. Would anyone like to begin stating their positions?"

There was silence. Seth Von York II then stood.

"I'd like to start," he said. "Even though the Yorkian Kingdom hasn't been the victim of too many skirmishes we nevertheless recognize the importance of this Council, as it is a chance for the Zefarian peoples to finally stand up against the bully that is Osmadaania and Lord Osamadaan. We therefore support the position that a united Zefaria is the way to put an end to these incidents."

There was a lot of moaning and groaning, with people talking amongst themselves.

"So the Yorkian Kingdom's platform is war then?" said Master Hrenhaflen of Shondaleigh.

"The Yorkian Kingdom's position," began Edith, "is that a unified Zefaria shows Osmadaania that we are serious about these incidents. It doesn't necessarily mean we're going to war. Osmadaan will have his chance to reply to our demands. But it doesn't rule out the possibility of war either."

"Bravada's position is one of peace," began Le'on Bravada. "Let us first exhaust all other possible avenues before we are willing to plunge all of Zefaria into war."

Again there was moaning and groaning. A representative from Galtigor wrestled to get his point across.

"We've tried to solve the matter peacefully," he said. "But Osmadaan isn't a peace loving man."

"Agreed," said Jebzian of Shondalah. "I'd wager that most of us don't even know who the enemy is. So let's pose some questions: What do we know about this Osmadaan? How did he so suddenly come to power? What are his intentions now that he has amassed so great a force as in all of Zefaria?"

"He's been around for over five-hundred years," said Nefandus. "Osmadaania Castle was built way back in 33 AMD. He was also the one who brought the Orcs into existence, through some foul craft no doubt."

"Oh, I see," said Tonomoli. "The word Orc comes from the word Orcas. But concerning Osmadaan: so he's of the Elven bloodline then?"

"I know of nothing linking Lord Osmadaan to the Elves," said Farimar Oakensly, who was an Elf himself.

"Well then, where does he come from?" asked Tonomoli.

"The answer to that question is that we don't know," said Jebzian of Shondalah. "He just is. All we know is that his army has been causing problems with the people of Galtigor and other countries, and that it must cease. Which is why Shondalah supports the platform of an allied Zefaria as well."

There was more moaning and groaning and talk amongst themselves. Finally Le'on Bravada spoke above the others.

"An allied Zefaria almost certainly spells doom for any chance of solving the matter peacefully. Why not invite Lord Osmadaan and his provinces to a council where we discuss the issues and where we respectfully request that Osmadaan takes the matter seriously?"

There was a few here here's. Master Hrenhaflen then lifted his voice above the others.

"Young Le'on is right! Zefaria has existed these hundreds of years without one single war. And I don't think that these issues constitute us declaring war. Shondaleigh stands on the platform of peace."

There was more moaning and groaning, and talk amongst themselves.

"As does Shondaloh." said Master Fenfarah. "Surely Osmadaan will heed to our request if we approach him with these grievances."

"Don't be foolish," said Jebzian. It must be noted here that Jebzian and Master Fenfarah absolutely despised one another. The two of them had both received their training from Shondaleigh, and had both went on to become the heads of Shondaloh and Shondalah respectfully. "Lord Osmadaan doesn't care about the grievances of the Zefarian peoples. He wants to conquer Zefaria outright."

"Well if he wanted to conquer Zefaria why these games?" said Le'on. "Why not just attack and be done with it? The notion that it could be discipline problems was brought up in a council back in Bravada, isn't it entirely possible that that's what all these skirmishes are, discipline problems?"

"I have news concerning your statement," said Tonomoli. "Back home where I'm from, Archmide, it was revealed to me by an Orc that Lord Osmadaan was planning to invade."

Moaning and groaning persisted. Talk amongst themselves rang throughout the room. Tonomoli spoke above the crowd.

"I have come here to request that a battalion or so troops be deployed to Archmide, so that my people can remain independent and free."

"You'll get your request," spoke Chancellor Carter. "But this news casts a dark cloud on this council."

"That Orc could've been lying," said Master Fenfarah. "Surely we can reason with Lord Osmadaan. It is my belief that Osmadaan knows of this Council and that he is anxiously awaiting its outcome. If we unite that will send him the wrong message and he will feel threatened. Then what will happen? I'll tell you what will happen: war, great and terrible."

"If you think that Orc was lying then you have a serious problem," said Jebzian. "Osmadaan is out to divide and conquer. The last thing he wants to see is an allied Zefaria. But an allied Zefaria is the only way that we can show him that we are serious about these skirmishes."

"What's all this talk of an 'allied Zefaria?'" said one of the representatives of Galtigor. "Galtigor supports war. We've exhausted all possibilities, we've tried to reason with Lord Osmadaan but he wouldn't have any of it. It is he that has put us in this position, and not we ourselves."

"An allied Zefaria, and not war, is the right path to take," said Nefandus. "If we were to ally, that would send Lord Osmadaan the message that we have had it with these skirmishes. It doesn't necessarily mean that war is imminent, but it does show him that he has one final chance to make amends. Desendale sits on the platform of an allied Zefaria."

"Fignufen supports war!" said a representative from Fignufen. "Let's show Osmadaania what we Dwarves are made of."

"The people of Finlaiven haven't been too hard hit by these skirmishes, but our neighbor, Fignufen has, and we realize the importance of this council," said Farimar. "Finlaiven supports an allied Zefaria."

Moaning and groaning persisted. A lone dignitary from Bandersnatch lifted his voice above the others.
 
"Bandersnatch has sought a peaceful solution to this problem ever since its inception, and we're not about to let up now. Bandersnatch supports the platform of peace."

"As does Harwrintholien!" said a lone representative.

There was more moaning and groaning. Seth Von York lifted his voice above the others.

"Listen to me," he said. "Whatever we do we must do it together. Can we at least start there? Is everyone prepared to do the will of the majority of the Council?"

There was a moment of silence. Nefandus then spoke.

"Desendale is prepared to do the will of the majority."

"As is Shondalah," said Jebzian.

Le'on was visibly downtrodden.

"Bravada will do the will of the majority," he said.

"As will Archmide," said Tonomoli.

"Well then, let's take a vote," said Chancellor Carter. "How many countries support war?"

The two representatives from Galtigor and Fignufen raised their hands and they were looking for others to join them, but none did.

"OK. How many countries support peace?"

Le'on, Master Fenfarah, Master Hrenhaflen, and the representatives from Bandersnatch and Harwrintholien raised their hands.

"And how many countries support an allied Zefaria?"

Tonomoli, Seth, Nefandus, Jebzian, Farimar, and Chancellor Carter all raised their hands.

"Then it is settled. The free peoples of Zefaria will unite in the face of Osmadaania. Now, it would do well for us to form some sort of military alliance. Is there anyone here who'd wish to participate?"

There was silence for a long while. Everyone, it seemed, was still digesting what had just happened. Finally Nefandus spoke.

"I would be willing to represent Desendale in a military alliance."

"And I Archmide," said Tonomoli.

"I would like to see this thing through, if I could," said Prailee.

Seth, Edith, Master Fenfarah, Jebzian, Le'on, and Farimar Oakensly all decided that they wished to be a part of any military alliance, along with Tonomoli, Nefandus, and Prailee. It was agreed that this group of people would assist and lead any military action that would be taken. However, Osmadaan was given one last chance to make amends for his army's actions. If he did not respond positively then war could not be averted.

"This is the position of the free peoples of Zefaria," said Chancellor Carter. "Osmadaania must answer for its crimes."

Chapter 11

Alliance of the Free Peoples

All of the representatives who had agreed to be a part of the military alliance had sent messages to their home countries that they would be away for an indefinite amount of time. The future looked gray to Tonomoli. He didn't quite know what to expect after the happenings of the Great Council and whether Lord Osmadaan would respond positively to the demands of the Zefarian peoples remained to be seen. It would be only days until they found out.

"It would do well to draft a statement that would be sent to Osmadaania," said Chancellor Carter. So Chancellor Carter sat down with a few others to draft a statement that would be delivered to Osmadaania, and this is what that statement said:

We, the free peoples of Zefaria, hereby declare that the skirmishes which have been taking place in Galtigor, the skirmishes that have been taking place in the Yorkian Kingdom, Desendale, the Bravada Empire, Fignufen, Bandersnatch, and any other free lands constitute a viable threat to the continued and maintained security of these nations. It is the decision of this council that Lord Osmadaan and Osmadaania is to immediately halt any and all encroachments against the free peoples. If Lord Osmadaan and Osmadaania fails to comply with the guidelines of this drafted statement, and these encroachments are not halted, then the actions of the free peoples could lead to war.

"A very good drafted statement," said Nefandus. "Not too long, and not too short."

"How do you think he will respond to it?" asked Tonomoli.

"There's no way of knowing," said Nefandus. "But the decision of us going to war or not now rests solely upon him."

The representatives from Galtigor had suggested that the alliance should head straight to the front lines at Fort Evner. Chancellor Carter and the alliance saw no reason why they shouldn't be there, and so the first post for this new alliance was set: they would be heading to Fort Evner in Galtigor.

"Time to gather our things," said Prailee, "and head out toward the road once more."

They were indeed preparing to set out once more, but this time it would be different: the alliance was to be accompanied by a military force, a force derived from the Chisolites, a force that would accompany them to Fort Evner in Galtigor.

"This time we're traveling in style," said Nefandus. "No more surprise Orc attacks and raiding of caravans. This time we'll do the surprising."

"We're not a declaratory force," said Edith. "Osmadaan still has a chance to answer peaceably to our request. We're just being accompanied by the military. A smart move, if I may say so myself."

"When these soldiers are matched with Galtigor's then nothing will be able to stand in our way," said Prailee. "I'd like to see the expression on Lord Osmadaan's face when he sees this."

"Didn't you hear what Edith just said?" said Le'on, who was still a little agitated that things didn't work out the way that the Bravada Empire had wanted it to. "We're not
marching to the beat of a war drum here. There's still a chance for peace."

"Watch your mouth, young lad," said Prailee. "Nobody speaks to me that way."

"Prailee," began Tonomoli. "Don't take offense."

Prailee moaned and groaned something about Le'on starting it and then finally gave in.

"Oh all right," he said. "I guess I shouldn't have been so harsh with you, young Le'on."

"I was a little harsh myself," began Le'on. "I apologize."

"And I accept your apology."

The alliance was then prompted to take a vote on who they wanted to be their leader. Everyone was allowed one vote and they couldn't vote for themselves. This activity was opened up to the representatives who weren't part of the military alliance as well. They tallied the votes and Seth Von York won a majority of the vote, four votes compared to three votes to his nearest competitor, Farimar Oakensly. Seth met with Chancellor Carter and a few other dignitaries to iron out some last minute issues. The alliance mostly took this opportunity to introduce themselves to their companions. Tonomoli introduced himself to Master Fenfarah and Farimar Oakensly while Prailee and Nefandus were speaking with Jebzian and Edith.

"You said earlier--," said Tonomoli to Farimar, "you said earlier that you know of nothing linking Lord Osmadaan to the Elves. Yet he must have some Elven blood in him, if he's lived this long."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he's concocted some sort of rejuvenation potion," said Farimar.
"There are a lot of secrets hidden deep within Osmadaania Castle."

"What kind of secrets?" began Tonomoli.

"I've heard of tales of great four-legged beasts," said Master Fenfarah, "and winged creatures."

"Is their truth to any of it?" said Tonomoli.

"Who knows but Lord Osmadaan himself," said Farimar. "But if we pillage Osmadaania Castle I'm sure we'd come across many a queer sighting."

"All of you, listen up," began Seth. "We're heading out. Everyone is to meet up at the gates of Chisolom."

Everyone had to trek back to their rooms and collect their things, an activity that took about five minutes. Tonomoli, Prailee, and Nefandus went together and met everyone else at the gates of Chisolom. There was a great many knights present, all of which would be accompanying them. As soon as everyone had made it to the gates of Chisolom the alliance set out. For everyone this was a bit of backtracking, as everyone had to go through Bravada to get to Chisolom, everyone--of course--except Master Hrenhaflen, as Shondaleigh sits to the east of Chisolom. After they'd made their way to the western portion of Bravada they would be taking the Pass of Bravada, a pass that in Galtigor is called the Pass of Galtigor. Farimar took an opportunity to speak with the leader of the alliance, Seth.

"Has the proclamation been sent to Osmadaania?"

"It has," replied Seth. "It was sent as soon as it was drafted. Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious to know how Lord Osmadaan would respond to it. What do you think will happen now?"

"I personally think that Lord Osmadaan will take the messenger hostage and torture him to his death," said Seth. "And we foolishly allowed him to ride alone. He should've been accompanied by at least a hundred men."

"But Chancellor Carter wanted to spare nary a soldier, didn't he?" said Farimar. "I mean, he wanted us to be well protected, right? Isn't that why there was no men sent with the messenger?"

"No, that's not the reason," said Seth. "There was men to spare. It was just a lack of foresight on our part as it should've been one of the chief issues. Now I fear that the poor messenger will be the first casualty of this war."

"If Osmadaan does that then he deserves the ire of all of Zefaria," said Prailee who was listening to the conversation of the two.

"No one knows for sure how Osmadaania will react to this unified Zefaria," said Master Fenfarah. "He may well go along with our request."

"I told you before about your foolishness," said Jebzian.

"Show some respect, you warmonger," retorted Master Fenfarah.

"Enough, all of you!" said Le'on. "If we're going to do this, then we're going to do it together and as a team."

Master Fenfarah and Jebzian took offense to being corrected by a youth, so they didn't really take to his statement. And so the alliance continued on with their journey. By now they had made it to within two hours of Bravada territory. They had passed several transports carrying goods from some foreign country to Chisolom, and all of the transports looked carefully and curiously at the alliance. By now also, the message had been sent to some of the countries relatively near to Chisolom that the alliance had come into fruition. Countries like Bravada, Desendale, the Yorkian Kingdom, and Shondaleigh all had, by now, found out about the alliance. Tonomoli had suddenly thought about the plight of Archmide and Master Archameadees.

"How long will it take for the battalion of troops to get to Archmide," he asked of Prailee.

"Well, it took us four days to make it to Chisolom, so I guess we could reuse the math and apply it here."

"It would probably take around four or five days for them to get to Archmide," said Nefandus. "If they travel all through the day and rest when the sun comes down, four or five days is a good estimation."

"But we also said it would take about a week for those Orcs to report back to Var Heflekar. And if my math is correct that means that it would be a total of nine days since I set out and until the battalion arrives at Archmide. That's two days too many."

"Don't worry yourself over it," said Prailee. "I'm almost certain that the battalion will make it to Archmide on time."

Tonomoli resigned himself not to worry about it. He had done all that he could do. The rest lay in the hands of fate. The alliance continued making their way through the joint held border between Chisolom and the Bravada Empire until they finally made it to Bravada itself. Instead of trekking through the more populous sections Seth decided that it would be best to go through some of the less densely populated areas.

"The people of Bravada need not see this great company," he said. "We shall make for less densely populated areas."

They continued on through country. Very few people could be seen using the road. All, it seemed, were too inclined to believe that Orcs would attack them, and so that is why they stayed away from the road. In terms of how everyone was feeling they were all a little bit on edge. They didn't know what Lord Osmadaan's response would be, and that left room for fright. Tonomoli himself was experiencing mixed emotions. He was a great deal uncertain how things would play out, as all of them were, but he also was somewhat anxious to get to Fort Evner in Galtigor, so that they could finally hear Lord Osmadaan's response to the free peoples demands. He also was a little anxious to showcase his skill as a Coasha monk, which can hardly be blamed on him, considering he was so young.

Suddenly the thought came that he could talk with Edith about her training in the arts. So he sifted through the myriad of peoples until he finally came to where Edith was. She was carrying with her a backpack, as all of the alliance was. She seemed to be in deep thought, and Tonomoli wondered whether or not he should disturb her. Suddenly she noticed him and she put on a small smile.

"Is there something you needed, Tonomoli?" she said.

"Actually, there was something. I shared with you some of the secrets of Coasha. But I don't even know the name of the art you're trained in. Would you mind telling me a little bit about it?"

"No, I wouldn't mind," said Edith. "Like my brother said earlier, he and I are trained in the arts, the name of which you may or may not have heard. The art that we are trained in is called Toran. We received our training at the tender age of five from an old and experienced master. Even still we receive instruction at our ripe age of 25. He is a very old master, and so sometimes we go easy on him, though he doesn't know it. But there is still a good deal left for him to teach us. Have you ever heard of Toran?"

"I must confess that I haven't," said Tonomoli. "In what regions is it most prevalent?"

"Mostly in the Yorkian Kingdom. I forget who conceptualized it, Kahn something or another was his name. I do know that he was very well trained in other arts. Perhaps even your Coasha."

"I doubt it," said Tonomoli. "Coasha was conceptualized back in the year 443 AMD, and not a lot of people embraced it, at first of course. But then in the year 450 AMD, Tal'On Kepp--the one who conceptualized it--defeated a band of Orcs in Foster Village, and his exploits spread throughout the land. Then and only then did people start warming toward Coasha. When was your art conceptualized?"

"Now that you say what you say I see that you are right," said Edith. "The one who conceptualized the Toran martial art brought it to being sometime in the 200s. The two lived at different time periods, so he couldn't have known about Coasha."

"But Tal'On Kepp could have known about Toran," said Tonomoli. "I wonder if he received any training in it. My Coasha instructor, Master Archameadees, might know this."

"It is possible that he could have been trained in the Toran," said Edith. "Both our masters probably know the answer to that question. Perhaps if we journey to the Yorkian Kingdom you could meet my master. He would be very interested in such a meeting I gather."

"Or if we somehow make it to Archmide you could meet Master Archameadees. He would like that very much."

The two continued to talk for a good deal about the arts and their training. It had now reached seven o'clock. The sun was heading towards setting and the alliance had yet to make it to the Pass of Bravada.

"We're moving quite slowly," said Nefandus to Seth.

"Well, that is to be expected with such a large company. But now I think it's time that we seek rest and food."

Seth then announced to everyone that they were finished traveling for the day. There was a sigh of relief heard from some, whose backs had become weary from carrying the goods in their backpacks. The alliance moved off the road and into grassland, which is where they would be spending the night, just off the road.

"Let's gather wood for starting fires," said Nefandus. Nefandus then lead a group of knights to wooded sections where they could find firewood. Tonomoli sat with Prailee, Jebzian, and Master Fenfarah. All of them were searching throughout their packs, looking for something to eat. They had replenished their packs at Chisolom, and they would be replenishing them again when they made it to Galtigor. Prailee began complaining.

"All they gave us was a few variations of cheese and some breads," he said. "How do they expect us to live off of that?"

"You shouldn't complain too much," said Tonomoli. "We are a large company and they had to give everybody something. Be grateful."

"It's hard to be grateful when you're given so little," he said. "Aye, but I do have some leftovers from when we left Archmide. I can just as easily eat those."

"I have some leftovers myself," said Tonomoli. "But I think I'll just have the bread and cheese."

"I have sliced meat in my pack," said Master Fenfarah. Tonomoli, Prailee, and Jebzian were visibly stunned.

"Where did you get that from?" asked Tonomoli.

"Oh, I just asked one of the chefs. He said I could take whatever I wanted, so I took a lot of sliced meat to go along with the bread. Would you like some?"

Tonomoli and Prailee both heartily agreed. Master Fenfarah then shared with them. He then looked at Jebzian.

"Would you like some of my sliced meat?" he said. There was a pause. Jebzian at first thought that he was leading him into a trap. He thought that if he said yes then Master Fenfarah would then say something like too bad. But he decided it was worth the risk.

"I would like some," he said. "If you would be kind enough to give it to me, despite our history."

"I will be kind enough," said Master Fenfarah, and he allowed him to choose from a variety of sliced meats. Jebzian chose ham.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're most welcome," said Master Fenfarah.

Nefandus came back with the knights and a plethora of fire wood. Everyone then began to gather in groups and sit around camp fires. The alliance all sat together, meaning Tonomoli, Seth, Edith, Nefandus, Prailee, Master Fenfarah, Jebzian, Le'on, and Farimar.

"Tomorrow we'll make it to the Pass of Bravada," said Seth. "And then after that we'll be in Galtigor."

"I trust the people of Galtigor anxiously await our arrival," said Nefandus. "What, after all they've been through, to finally see something being done about their situation might seem like a godsend."

"We still don't know if we're going to war or not," said Le'on. "But you're probably right in that regard, in that we'll be seen as a godsend."

"The people of Galtigor have seen hard times," said Farimar. "And now they no doubt expect us to be their liberators. I don't know if I want all that pressure to be bestowed upon me."
 
"We Galtigorians are much tougher than we look," said Prailee. "Though I won't deny that we've seen some hard times. In my opinion, Lord Osmadaan sees Galtigor as his next acquisition. And while I know that there's still a chance that we won't see war, I wouldn't be willing to bet on it."

"Nor I," said Tonomoli. "I think Lord Osmadaan has eyes all over Zefaria and that he is acutely aware that this alliance is on its way to Galtigor."

"You are right in that regard," said Edith, "in that the enemy has eyes all over Zefaria. We've come across several high-ranking officials in the Yorkian Kingdom who were secretly working for Lord Osmadaan."

"But you don't tell the whole story, Edith," said Master Fenfarah. "For we also have eyes in Osmadaania. Not too many, mind you, as spying on Osmadaania is a grave danger. But that is how I know of the winged and four-legged creatures."

"Dragons," said Jebzian almost to himself.

"'Dragons?' said Tonomoli. "Dragons are real?"

"Apparently in Osmadaania they are very real," said Jebzian.

"You can't scare us with those tall tales," said Prailee. "We know that dragons aren't real. They're myths."

"We shall see," said Master Fenfarah. "We shall see."

The alliance talked a little bit more before everyone finally decided on rest. Tonomoli's curiosity was heightened. "Dragons", he thought. Excitement mingled with fear overcame him. Perhaps they were only days away from beholding the truth of the matter.

"We shall see indeed," said Tonomoli, and he rested.

Chapter 12

The Council in Osmadaania

Osmadaania Castle stood alone on a steep cliff. It was black and constructed with such intimidation that none dare tread upon its ground. Lord Osmadaan sat alone in his dark throne. He wore regalia befitting one who ruled over so much. Suddenly, the entrance to his throne room opened and their appeared five figures. Two resembled Men, but they were men who had now become so contorted as to be unrecognizable. Two resembled Elves, but the same could be said about them, they were wholly unrecognizable. One was an Orc. He was Var Heflekar, the leader of the Valderghof. The others were as follows: Ranmah, the leader of Aundar, Dakaroth, the leader of Thangoon, Saunssussen the leader of Makerva, and Wan Taan Boo the leader of Wragafnifur. These were Osmadaania's generals and leaders of the different provinces. Lord Osmadaan, having eyes and ears in many places, had discovered the outcome of the Council of the Free Peoples before the messenger had even arrived. And now he was holding his own council, a council where they were to respond to the allegations of the free peoples. Ranmah of Aundar spoke to his Lord.

"You summoned us, Lord Osmadaan?"

"I did," he said hoarsely. "The time has come for us to set our plans in motion. Now that the free peoples of Zefaria have united against me, there is no further reason to hold back the onslaught of Osmadaania. I want nothing spared in our conquest."

"What you command us to do," said Dakaroth of Thangoon, "we shall obey."

"Good," said Lord Osmadaan. "I want Orcs massed in Foster Forest, for a surprise attack against the Yorkian Kingdom. That shall be accomplished by you, Ranmah. Dakaroth, you and Saunssussen shall converge on Galtigor to take Fort Evner."

"What about Archmide?" said Var Heflekar hoarsely. "Do you still want me to capture Archmide, my lord?"

"No," said Lord Osmadaan. "I do not. That would be too easy. You, Var Heflekar, you and Wan Taan Boo will attack the Dwarven country of Fignufen."

"Yes, my lord," said Var Heflekar.

"As you wish, Lord Osmadaan," said Wan Taan Boo.

"We will give the free peoples the impression that we are going to go along with their demands," said Lord Osmadaan. "That will give Dakaroth and Saunssussen ample time enough to mass their forces near Fort Evner for a surprise attack. That is all. You are excused to your duties," said Lord Osmadaan and the quintet left.

Chapter 13

War in Galtigor

It was early morning. Nefandus and Prailee had been given the job of waking everybody up, orders given to them by Seth Von York. Tonomoli was disturbed from his rest by Prailee.

"It's time that we be on our way," he said to him.

"What time is it?" said Tonomoli, rubbing his eyes.

"It's seven o'clock," said Nefandus. "I know you didn't really get a chance to sleep as long you'd like, but these are our orders. Everyone must wake now, so that we can get to the Pass of Bravada by noon."

Tonomoli nodded and said that he understood, but when they left he went right back to sleep. Seth came over to him.

"Wake up, young Tonomoli!" he said, tapping him on his arm. "The morning is fresh and clear and it awaits you."

Tonomoli now stood up and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
 
"All right, I'm up," he said. By now a good deal of the company had arisen.

"We shall pass on breakfast for today," said Seth. "Save your appetites for lunch."

Tonomoli was a little downtrodden to hear that as his stomach was growling. The wizards, Master Fenfarah and Jebzian approached him.

"Gather your things," said Master Fenfarah. "It's high time we be off."

Tonomoli gathered his pack and made his way to the road. There was no one to be seen in either direction. A couple of knights now made their way to the road as well. Young Le'on Bravada made his way toward Tonomoli.

"So," said Le'on, "today we'll be arriving in Galtigor."

"I've never been to Galtigor," said Tonomoli. "How do you suppose we'll be greeted?"

"I've also never been to Galtigor," said Le'on. "But I do have some idea of the reception we'll be receiving: I gather it will be mostly cheering and applause. The Galtigorian people have suffered much and they'll likely be seeing us as their benefactors. At least, that's how I see it."

"Wow," said Tonomoli. "'Cheering and applause?' I've never been greeted like that before."

"Well then, you'd better brace yourself for it now," said Jebzian.

The great company now set out on the road once more, heading for the Pass of Bravada.
Like Nefandus said it would take them to about noon until they made it to the Pass. After that they'd be in Galtigor, but even then they'd still have a ways to go before they made it to Fort Evner, as it lies to the extreme west of Galtigor as a whole. It would be well after five o'clock until they'd make it Fort Evner. Tonomoli asked Seth how long it would take to make it to Fort Evner and he told him this.

"But I don't think I can hold out that long," said Tonomoli. "Not eating, I mean. Couldn't we stop and have a snack from our packs a little earlier?"

"We may stop and have a bite to eat after we've made it to Galtigor," said Seth. "And don't worry, you're not alone. I must confess that I'm also a little hungry. We'll eat soon enough."

The alliance continued on the road. In the distance they could see mountains. Farimar Oakensly then decided to speak openly about them.

"Those mountains there toward the horizon, they are the Rimmerdale Mountains. The Pass of Galtigor lies between them."

"I thought it was the Pass of Bravada," said Tonomoli.

"It is both of those," said Farimar. "To the people of Bravada it is the Pass of Bravada, and to the people of Galtigor it is the Pass of Galtigor."

"I prefer the Pass of Galtigor over Bravada," said Prailee. "It just sounds better to me."

Le'on looked at him sidelong. "I also prefer the Pass of Galtigor, even though I'm a member of the Bravada family."

"That's a revelation," said Farimar. "One would think that you'd be more pro-family if you're born a Bravada. Any reason why you like the Pass of Galtigor over the Pass of Bravada?"

Le'on heard what Farimar said, he just didn't answer. Farimar didn't take it too personally.

"I gather young Le'on doesn't want to talk about it," he said.

"I guess not," said Tonomoli. Tonomoli looked at Le'on. Le'on caught him looking at him, but then he turned away. Tonomoli wondered what it was that he was hiding in that head of his. "It must be something close to his heart," he thought. Whatever it was there was no reason to think overly about it, and so he didn't. A thought now came to Tonomoli and he had to express it verbally.

"Prailee, after all the years we've known each other, how come you've never taken me to Galtigor?"

"You never asked," said Prailee. Tonomoli was more than a little surprised to hear that response.

"I suppose I could've brought it up but how was I suppose to know that you were even interested?"

"'Interested?' To see the Dwarves? Of course I'd be interested! I'd be interested to see the great diamond mines, or the colossal Dwarven structures. There would be plenty to see."

"There is a healthy amount to see," agreed Prailee.

"I'm curious," said Edith. "How did you two first meet?"

Tonomoli then told Edith how, in the begining, Tonomoli saw Prailee being ambushed by a band of Orcs in Foster Forest, and how he rescued him.

"That was nearly five years ago," said Prailee. "The two of us hit it off so well that I decided to pack up and move to Archmide."

"That's a typical story of how to meet people these days," said Nefandus. "That's how I was introduced to this pair as well."

"Really?" said Edith. "You were attacked by Orcs, and they rescued you?"

"Yes, I was," said Nefandus. "And they did. I'd hardly be here today if it weren't for Tonomoli and Prailee. For certain I would've been the victim of those Orcs."

Now the company had made it to the foot of the Pass of Bravada and a great majority of them stopped at the foot and looked upwards.

"We're here at last," said Tonomoli.

"Now we just have to navigate the Pass," said Seth.

So the company took to navigating the Pass. It didn't prove too difficult. They didn't have any horses and buggies or anything, as they were just going in single file. Seth led the way, followed by Tonomoli, Edith, Farimar, Nefandus, Prailee, Le'on, Jebzian, and Master Fenfarah. They climbed up and up and on and on. The path wound inextricably upwards. The company could not see all of where the path lead, as it went up past some clouds, causing a loss of visibility. But they continued on just the same. A great deal of the company was becoming fatigued due to the steepness of the path and the fact that they had to carry their packs. Prailee voiced his discomfort.

"Does this path have to be so steep?" he said. "I'm becoming gravely exhausted. Couldn't we rest for one moment?"

"Come now!" said Jebzian. "I'm an old man and you don't see me complaining. Besides it's not that much farther."
    
"How do you know?" said Prailee. "Have you trekked on this path before?"

"No. I haven't," said Jebzian. "It's just a feeling."

"Well, for my back's sake I sure hope you're right."

Jebzian was right. There really wasn't that much further that they had to go. Finally they made it into the clouded area of the Pass.

"Whoa," said Tonomoli. "We climbed all the way up here." He looked at how far they had trekked and the view was really quite spectacular.

"I sure hope no one falls," said Prailee.

"Don't worry," said Nefandus. "As long as everyone stays on the path everyone will be all right. At least I hope."

"No one should fall," broke in Seth.

Now the alliance was making its way downwards. The road turned and went just as wildly downwards as it wound upwards, but at least the company didn't have to put up with climbing upwards which caused a strain on their backs. They were actually moving a little faster going downhill. Seth noticed this and decided to share it.

"Notice how we're going faster downhill as opposed to uphill," he said. "At this rate we'll be in Galtigor a little earlier than first anticipated."

"I hope so," said Tonomoli. "After we exit the Pass do you think we could eat something?"

"I'm ready to eat as well," said Edith. "Come now, brother, we've fasted long enough."

"Fine," said Seth. "As soon as we leave the Pass we'll stop for a bite to eat."

Just the promise of food made things a little easier for Tonomoli. And so he endeavored to navigate the pass with much speed. This aggravated Seth a little, as he was constantly on his heels, trying to speed things up. Finally Seth said something about it.

"We'll get there when we'll get there," said Seth. "And rushing me won't get us there any faster. So there's no need for you to be stepping on my heels."

"I apologize," said Tonomoli. "But it's just the deal with the food. Couldn't we go a little faster?"

"I'm going as fast as I can," said Seth. "Navigating this road isn't the easiest of things, you know."

"Again, I apologize. It won't happen again."

The company was about fifteen minutes until they'd make it to Galtigor. Tonomoli could see the bottom of the Pass.

"I can see the bottom of the Pass!" he said. "We're almost there."

A great deal of knights and some of the alliance all breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was very much anxious to make it to Galtigor, where they could rest and eat. Master Fenfarah moved up the line to ask Seth how much longer they had until they'd reach the bottom.

"We don't have much longer now," said Seth.

"Good," said Master Fenfarah. "I could use the rest."

Finally, after much traveling, the great company made it to the bottom of the Pass.

"We're in Galtigor at last," said Seth. "Now we can rest and eat."

And rest and eat they did. Not too far from the foot of the hills the whole company found grassland to rest and eat in. Tonomoli went back to Master Fenfarah for some slices of meat. Prailee thought about going but later thought better of it, feeling that he might be infringing on Master Fenfarah. Tonomoli had to talk him into it.

"Just go ahead and ask him," said Tonomoli. "He'll take heed to your request."

"All right," said Prailee. "I'll do just that."

Master Fenfarah didn't mind. He had plenty of meat left over. So the alliance ate a most anticipated lunch. It took them about fifteen minutes to finish eating, and when they finally did finish eating Seth granted them a small rest period, then it was time to head out on the road once more.

"All right everyone, it's time," said Seth. There was some groaning and moaning. "Come now," said Seth, "we don't have that much more further to go, then you can get all the rest you want, once we reach Fort Evner."

So the company set out once more. Suddenly a thought came to Tonomoli and he wanted to share it.

"I thought we were going to be greeted with cheers and applause?" said Tonomoli to Seth. "I don't see any applause, and I definitely don't hear any cheers. What's the deal?"

"The 'deal,' said Seth, "is that we haven't made it to any towns or cities yet. Once we make it to Fort Evner then you'll see the applause and hear the cheers."
   
He was right. They were indeed in Galtigor territory but they just hadn't made it to any towns yet. But in terms of the whole scale of things they were making good time. It was eleven forty-five and they were already in Galtigor, as opposed to their original estimated time of arriving in Galtigor at twelve noon. Finally, after much traveling, the alliance made its way to Fort Evner, and the reception was as expected. There was a great many Dwarves who had already heard the news standing out and cheering while others who had yet to figure out what was going on stood looking on curiously. A general of the Dwarven army approached the company, asking who their leader was. His name was General Oarth. Seth identified himself and the Dwarven general turned everything over to him.

"We've been told to turn everything over to you," said General Oarth. "In order to ensure a smooth operation, of course. We realize how important that is."

"It is quite important," said Seth. "So, has there been any word from Osmadaania?"

"Yes there has," said General Oarth. "Osmadaania wishes to have a council with us."

Seth was visibly stunned, as was the rest of the alliance. "You mean to tell me that they're going to go along with our demands?"

"I suppose so," said General Oarth. "All I know is that they want to have a council with the leader of the alliance."

"Did they set a timetable?" asked Seth.

"No, no they didn't."

"It's already seven o'clock, we can't have one now," said Seth. He was really talking to himself. "Tomorrow. We'll head toward Aundar tomorrow. I don't suppose they said where they wanted to have the council did they?" said Seth.

"No," said General Oarth. "They most certainly didn't."

"Tomorrow then. We'll head out tomorrow."

The alliance set up camp at Fort Evner. It had by now been nine o'clock. Tonomoli was resting, along with the rest of the alliance. Suddenly, the sound of a trumpet rang throughout the camp. Fort Evner was under attack.

Chapter 14

The Battle for Fort Evner

"What's going on?" said Tonomoli. "Why are they blowing trumpets?"

"Because we're under attack," said Seth. "They tricked us. Everyone, to battle!"

It took a little while for everyone to adjust from resting to battle, but they had to do it just the same. The soldiers from Galtigor were already engaged in battle, as they weren't as inactive as the Chisolites. It was almost night, as the sun hadn't set completely, so the alliance could still see the enemy. There was a swarm of Orcs being led by both Dakaroth and Saunssussen.

"For Osmadaania!" said Saunssussen to the Orcs.

"For Osmadaania," they replied hoarsely.

The battle was a fierce one, it being the first battle of the now for sure war. Tonomoli rushed to get into battle.

"Here's one Coasha monk that the enemy will dread to see," he said.

"Come," said Edith. "Let's show them a thing or two about the arts."

The two engaged in battle, Edith using her rod and Tonomoli his Coasha Blade. Both moved with lightning speeds and the Orcs were dumbfounded as to how to deal with them. But there wasn't just Orcs that the alliance had to deal with, there was also a good deal of warped Men and Elves. An Orc saw Tonomoli and rushed at him. Tonomoli flipped high into the air, right over him even. He then came back to the ground and engaged in a sword fight with the Orc. The Orc was brutish, and had it not been for Tonomoli's instruction in the art of Coasha, he would've been hardpressed to dispose of him. Finally Tonomoli parried an attack from the Orc and sent him to his death.

Le'on was holding his own in battle. Though he'd not been trained in any arts he was also a knight back home to go along with his prince hood. He didn't have on any armour so he had to be extremely careful. The same could be said about all of the alliance, with the exception of the Chisolites. Le'on wrestled with a lone Orc. Like the one who fought with Tonomoli, he was brutish and intimidating, but Le'on looked not to be shaken.

"Die, puny man!" said the Orc hoarsely.

"My death will come another day." said Le'on. And he was right. It took him a little bit longer to dispose of him than what Tonomoli was accustomed to, but he disposed of him nonetheless. After that he went to his next task, a warped Elf.

Nefandus had disposed of a couple of Orcs before he met a warped man. But what he didn't know was that the warped man was Dakaroth, leader of the Osmadaanian province of Thangoon.

"Death to the weak," he said. "Dakaroth commands you."

The two engaged in battle. Nefandus didn't know any of the arts, but he was still a very fine warrior, as he told Tonomoli and Prailee. The two battled for a healthy minute, sparks flying from their blades from intense strikes. Finally Dakaroth had Nefandus on the ground with his sword a great deal away from him as Dakaroth had knocked it away. Dakaroth was prepared to end his life when a lone Chisolite came to the rescue of Nefandus, fighting off Dakaroth. The Chisolite fought bravely but ultimately his intervention led to his death. Nefandus finally found his sword amidst chaos, but when he returned he couldn't find Dakaroth.

"Coward," he said to himself.

Farimar was fighting off many an Orc until he finally came to a warped Elf. Suddenly he felt the need to address him.

"Look what serving Lord Osmadaan has done to you," he said. "By some foul craft he's warped your Elf hood and you no longer look to be a member of the Elves."

"Lord Osmadaan rules over all," said the warped Elf. "Finlaiven and Harwrintholien are just lands waiting to be swallowed."

Farimar, being from Finalaiven, took offense to this. And so he charged at the warped Elf. Farimar was a warrior from Finlaiven, and it showed in his combat skills. Always he had the warped Elf on his heels. It wasn't long before he finally finished the task and ended the warped Elf's life.

"May Far Finlaiven take to you," he said.

The wizards, Master Fenfarah and Jebzian, were really a source for victories. They could have easily killed the Orcs, but they showed compassion, choosing to just electrocute them a little bit with their powers. A whole host of Orcs retreated because of this. Finally Saunssussen, the leader of the Osmadaanian province of Makerva, confronted the wizardly pair. The catch being that he was also a wizard.

"You have attacked the last of your Orcs," said Saunssussen. "Now you have met your match."

"We shall see about that," said Jebzian.

Saunssussen's arms began to light up as he held them at his sides then two beams of electricity flowed from his hands right at the pair. Jebzian produced a shield from his hand, while Master Fenfarah retaliated. Saunssussen put up a shield also, and Master Fenfarah's attack went flying wildly into the air. Suddenly, Saunssussen held out his hand and drew Master Fenfarah to him. He had him by his clothes and punched him in his breast and as he did so an electric shock ran throughout Master Fenfarah's body, sending him crashing a good distance away. Jebzian went to Master Fenfarah's aid.

"Are you OK," he said.

"I am--just get him back for me."

Jebzian stood up and there was determination in his face. He threw electric shock after electric shock as he made his way toward Saunssussen, all of which Saunssussen shielded himself against. Finally Jebzian grabbed him by his shoulders and shocked him. Saunssussen was visibly disgusted.

"You'll pay for that, foolish wizard," he said. "Attack the wizard! Attack the wizard!"

Saunssussen's screams were heard and answered by a plethora of Orcs whom were in the vicinity. Jebzian took to them as best he could, until Master Fenfarah came back to his aid, and then the two went right back to doing what they did best.

Prailee and his axe were proving more than a match for Orcs and warped Men and Elves. Suddenly two Orcs converged on Prailee.

"Aye, come," he said. "Come and taste the blade of this here axe."

They rushed him but he proved more than capable of taking care of them. After much fighting he finally got rid of them.

"Who's next?" he said, as he went looking for more enemies.

Seth was fighting off three Orcs at one time. His speed and reflexes was remarkable, as he was also trained in the Toran with his sister Edith. At one point the Orcs thought they had him, but Seth proved adept at getting out of hot spots. One by one he took down the Orcs, until the last one stood before him. He growled at him, but he was ultimately too much of a coward as he ran away before Seth could engage in combat with him.
 
In terms of how the whole company was doing, it wasn't that good. They had lost a good deal of Dwarves and Men, and they were losing them still. The surprise attack was more of a surprise than the alliance had first anticipated and they had yet to fully arouse themselves for battle. Seth's sister, Edith, came to his side.

"How are we doing?" she said.

"I'm doing fine," said Seth. "But if you mean how are we doing as a group I couldn't tell you."

Prailee was near the vicinity of the twins and he overheard their conversation.

"We've lost a lot of Dwarves and Men. I think we should retreat before it becomes a complete slaughter."

Seth wrestled with the decsion to retreat in between fights with Orcs. He didn't want to give Fort Evner to the enemy, but they had lost a whole host of soldiers. Finally he came to the conclusion that the combined forces of Makerva and Thangoon was just too much for them and he decided to call for a retreat.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The order was heard by some and was immediately broadcast by way of screaming to the entire combined forces of Chisolom and the Fort Evner Galtigorians.

"We can't abandon Fort Evner," said General Oarth to Seth. "It is Galtigor's long standing fort of endurance."

"I'm sorry, but I had no choice," said Seth. "If we would have continued on battling the way we were then we would have come close to losing a great majority of the allied forces. I couldn't take that chance."
 
And so it was that Osmadaania took Fort Evner in the first battle of the free peoples and Osmadaania.

Chapter 15

Solace After Defeat

It took some time for the whole of the military alliance to get away from battle. For one, the message of retreat had to be broadcast to every ear, and that alone took a good five minutes. Then there was the deal of retreating in and of itself. Tonomoli was a little saddened to know that they were calling for a retreat, after he'd sent so many Orcs to their demise. "Surely we can take care of the rest of them," he thought. "If I were the leader, we'd still be fighting." Nevertheless, he was in no position to give demands and so he reluctantly retreated like the others. The enemy didn't chase after them. They were more than satisfied with the retreat and the capture of Fort Evner. Lord Osmadaan would be extremely pleased. Finally everyone met up a good mile and a half from where the fighting originated. Nefandus approached Seth.

"What now?," he said. "We've been handed our first defeat, we're do we go from here?"

Seth paused for a moment. He was trying to figure that out himself. Finally he came to a conclusion.

"Fort Evner has been overtaken. Any attempt at recapturing it would prove fruitless I think, because of those three Osmadaanian provinces being so close to Galtigor. My guess is that Osmadaan will try to take all of Galtigor. But we'll have to leave the defense of Galtigor to the Galtigorian people."

"What!" said Prailee. "As stout as we Galtigorians may be, they won't be able to survive an onslaught from Osmadaania. And you're saying that we're not to stay here and help them?"

"I have to consider the entirety of our mission here. If we stay in Galtigor then we'll be fighting a losing battle. But if we head to the south and assist the people of Fignufen then we could very well capture Wragafnifur and the Valderghof, and then we'll have an opening toward Osamadaania castle."

"This is outrageous!" said Prailee. "I thought the alliance came into existence to assist the people of Galtigor, not to abandon them."

I'm sorry," said Seth. "But I have to think about our mission as a whole, which is to make an assault on Osmadaania castle. But first we shall make a stop at the Yorkian Kingdom where we can replenish our troops."

"While we're headed toward the Yorkian Kingdom for troops wouldn't it be a good idea to get troops from Harwrintholien and Finlaiven as well?" said Farimar. "If we were to do that then surely we'd be able to overcome any obstacle set before us."

"That's a good idea, but I don't know if they'll allow us to use their troops," said Seth. "In any case, I will try."

Seth then ordered a messenger to both Finlaiven and Harwrintholien requesting that they send a great number of soldiers to Fignufen so that they can be a part of the alliance. Prailee was still greatly agitated with Seth's decision. Tonomoli came to comfort him.

"Don't worry too much about it," said Tonomoli. "Galtigor will hold out, at least for a time."

"I know that," said Prailee. "But how long of a time that will be, that's the question."

"Galtigor may be able to hold out a good deal longer than what you expect," said Nefandus.

"And with so much of the enemy's forces focused on Galtigor that will leave Osmadaania castle open for our attack," said Seth.
 
Prailee still didn't agree with Seth, but he begrudgingly went along with it anyway. It was night. General Oarth--along with his troops--had followed the alliance to the their present spot, but they would not be going any further than that. General Oarth would focus all his energies on gathering as many new recruits as he could to mount an offensive against Osmadaania. Prailee thought about staying and fighting for the sake of the people of Galtigor but later decided against it. There was a good many Chisolites left from the battle for Fort Evner. Seth decided that they would rest where they were, instead of traveling any further during the night. So they rested. The next morning came with haste, and before the company knew it they were up and about once more.

"We'll head toward where the Van Thespian moves through Galtigor," said Seth. "After that we can follow it all the way to the Yorkian Kingdom."

He was right. The Van Thespian moved through the eastern portion of Galtigor and then went all the way around the Rimmerdale Mountains; then it made a stop in Desendale and after that they'd be on the border of the Yorkian Kingdom.

"What about food?" said Edith. "We're running low on supplies."

"Before we leave Galtigor we'll stop and restock on food," said Seth. "Though I don't know where we could find a spot to do so."

"I know a town not too far from the Van Thespian," said Prailee. "We could restock there. If they'll have us after they figure out we're abandoning them."

With the help of Prailee, the company managed to make its way to the town bordering the Van Thespian. It was a town called Ungar. It was one of the very first towns colonized when Galtigor became a country. There was much talk from Ungar's inhabitants. The people were deluded, for the most part. They didn't realize that the alliance had given up on saving Fort Evner, a thing that Seth didn't want to get out.

"No one tell that we've forsaken Fort Evner, otherwise we may be faced with disorderly conduct from Galtigorians."

There was a great deal of Dwarves approaching and thanking the different peoples of the alliance. Prailee was so upset that he felt like telling everyone that approached him the truth, but he in the end held his tongue.

"I feel like I'm betraying my people," he said to Tonomoli.

Seth asked one person from Ungar where they might find sliced meat. The Galtigorian then lead him to a meat store. Everyone was then prompted to spend however much they wanted on sliced meat. It was very smart of them to bring money along, something Seth foresaw. Le'on saw an obstacle to Seth's plan though.

"There's a great deal many of us," he said. "What will happen if they run out of meat?"

"If they run out of meat then we'll simply find another store," said Seth. "But dont' worry. I think this place has enough to satiate the desires of the entire company."

He was right again. The vendor did have enough meat to go around. And even after all of the soldiers purchased however much meat they wanted there was still some left over, though not much.

"Now that we've restocked we can take the Van Thespian straight to the Yorkian Kingdom," said Seth.

It was at this time that something unfortunate happened. It had been revealed from one of the Chisolites that the alliance had forsaken Fort Evner, and it took only about ten minutes for it to spread to every Galtigorian who was out and about. Suddenly, the alliance was met with a great deal of jeering and booing.

"You're not welcome here!" said one Dwarf. "If you're not here to help then you're not welcome!"

"Get out of our town!" said another.

They then began to throw things at the alliance. They threw mostly fruits but some threw rocks. Seth was greatly agitated by this. He then ordered that everyone make their way out of the town as quickly as possible. The alliance hurriedly made their way out of the town.

"That was exactly what I didn't want to happen," said Seth.

"We deserved every bit of it," said Prailee, "the way we abandoned Galtigor like we did. I'm not surprised they didn't haul off and attack us. That's what I was half expecting."

"They did attack us," said Jebzian. "Didn't you see the rocks?"

"I meant with their fists. We Galtigorians are known for being good fighters."

The company followed along the Van Thespian. The sun shone bright in the sky and it was somewhat cool, typical weather for a late Septemeber afternoon. The alliance was making good time, there wasn't any hills that they'd have to trek over, like when they were heading for Galtigor, and at their current speed they'd make it to the Yorkian Kingdom in two days. They mostly used the road, though when transports were headed toward their direction they had to get off of it. Le'on had something on his mind ever since the battle for Fort Evner and he just had to get it off his chest.

"Tonomoli," he said, "you are an incredible martial artist. What's the name of your fighting style again?"

"Coasha," said Tonomoli.

"And where did you receive your training?"

"I received my training in Archmide by Master Archameadees."

"Oh--I see," said Le'on. "That's an awful long way from the Bravada Empire," he mused.

"Why do you make the connection?" said Tonomoli.

"Because I was thinking about taking up a martial art, as your Coasha impressed me greatly," said Le'on. "Do you know of any Coasha instructors that reside in the Bravada Empire?"

"No, I can't say that I do," said Tonomoli. "But it certainly wouldn't hurt to check up on it. I'm sure there are Coasha instructors all over Zefaria."

"Then that is something that I will look into, after our journey," said Le'on.

"What about the Toran?" said Edith, who was listening to the pair.

"The who now?" said Le'on.

"Toran is also a martial art. Didn't you see me or my brother showcasing it?"

"I must confess that I didn't," said Le'on. "Is it comparable to Coasha?"

"I would think so," said Edith. "Though I'm not in the business of judging martial arts."

"Well then, perhaps I'll look into both arts," said Le'on. "One can never have too much of a good thing."

By now the company had made it out of Galtigor and down much of the shoreline of the Van Thespian. It was now five o'clock. They would continue on until about eight and then they'd rest for the day. Master Fenfarah and Jebzian had gotten into a discussion about the motives of Lord Osmadaan and Osmadaania.

"So you mean to tell me," began Jebzian, "you mean to tell me that you still think that Lord Osmadaan is a benevolent fellow? Even after the surprise attack on Fort Evner?"

"I think that Lord Osmadaan reacted to our joint declaration as a declaration of war," said Master Fenfarah. "If we had never allied then he most certainly never would have attacked Fort Evner. He was just doing what he felt he needed to do in the current scheme of things."

"I don't know where you get your ideas," said Jebzian, "but they can't be coming from this planet. If you can't see that Lord Osmadaan is evil then I can't help you."

"There is something to the fact that he didn't attack us until after we made our alliance. You can't deny that, now can you?"

"I will confess that I know very little of the mind of Lord Osmadaan," said Jebzian. "But that which I do know is set in stone. And, to me, Lord Osmadaan has proven his intent once and for all."

Tonomoli, seeing where their conversation was going, tried to change the subject.

"I'm interested--in wizardly countries. What exactly do they train wizards to do?"

Master Fenfarah was a little caught off guard by Tonomoli's statement and that gave Jebzian a chance to answer.

"In Shondalah we recognize the wizardly trait early on, in childhood even. Then we take that child's gifts and we cultivate them, producing a wizard who can go on to serve in the military."

"I have heard of wizards serving in the military," said Tonomoli. "I know that Bandersnatch has wizards in the military."

"Most of those wizards came from Shondalah, where I reside," said Jebzian.

"We do the same thing," said Master Fenfarah. "But in Shondaloh we also train our wizards to be entertainers. So our wizards make money on the side while they are serving in the military."

"I forget what they do in Shondaleigh," said Jebzian.

"That Saunssussen fellow," said Nefandus. "The leader of Makerva, he is a wizard. Where did he get his training?"

"He was at Shondaloh before he went on to become the leader of Makerva." said Master Fenfarah. "He's a great deal older than both Jebzian and myself. I don't quite know how it was that he somehow wormed his way into Lord Osmadaan's inner circle, but he did it nonetheless. I do know that he is the only wizard of the five Osmadaanaian generals."

"Makerva was independent at first," said Farimar. "That is, of course, until Lord Osmadaan offered to make the High King of Makerva, Saunssussen, a general of Osmadaania. That happened way back in the year 552 AMD. I suppose Saunssussen weighed his options and he felt that allying with Osmadaania was better then being against it."

It had now made it to eight o'clock. Seth called it quits for the rest of the day. Like before, everyone gathered together in circles while Nefandus lead a group of Chisolites to gather fire wood. Everyone had cooking pans and tonight they would be frying sliced meat. Nefandus and the Chisolites came back with plenty of wood and they began to start fires. As before, the alliance sat together. Farimar approached Seth.

"How many soldiers will you request from your father?" he said.

"A great deal of the standing army, I gather," said Seth. "What makes you so curious?"

"I was just thinking, if we could just amalgamate troops from the Yorkian Kingdom, Finlaiven, Fignufen, and Harwrintholien, that'd be a very hard force to beat. And with Osmadaan's focus on Galtigor that would leave Osmadaania castle wide open for attack."

"That all depends on whether Finlaiven and Harwrintholien want to participate in a joint attack. I'm almost certain that Fignufen will want to, because of the myriad of skirmishes they've had with Wragafnifur. But I'm uncertain about the other countries in the area."

"Then that is our plan then?" said Nefandus. "Are we to unite the Yorkian Kingdom's forces and Chisolom's with that of Fignufen, Finlaiven, and Harwrintholien?"

"That is our plan," said Seth. "If it all works out we'll be assaulting Osmadaania castle before the month of October is out. And then, after we take care of Lord Osmadaan, we'll send our forces to liberate Galtigor."

"That sounds like a good plan," said Prailee. "I especially like the latter part of it."

Seth smiled. Prailee returned it. The company ate their food and went to bed.

Chapter 16

Chaos in the Yorkian Kingdom

The next morning came a good deal quicker than anyone wanted it to. Nefandus was the first to wake, and he gave everyone the liberty of a little more rest. Seth woke next, and he wasn't as kind as Nefandus.

"Come now!" he said to the members of the alliance. "It's high time we be on the road."

Tonomoli woke up yawning and stretching. The alliance placed their blankets back in their backpacks and then set out for the road once more. It was a cool and clear morning for a September 29. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and because of that everyone was pretty much looking for the sun to warm them.

"I wish she'd turn up the heat," said Prailee. "I could use some of it right about now."

"We could all use some it," said Edith. "Though I doubt it'll get any much hotter than it already is."

"By noon we'll know for sure," said Master Fenfarah. "It being the time where the temperature meets its peak."

Everyone ate a healthy breakfrast and were again back on their way. And so the alliance took to hugging along the Van Thespian. The path used for doing such a thing proved well cultivated. It was seven forty-five now. By noon they'd make it to Desendale, and then there was just the business of following the Van Thespian a little ways out of Desendale and then heading straight west and they'd be in the Yorkian Kingdom. So the day wound on. The alliance was where the Van Thespian borders portions of Foster Forest. Suddenly a thought came to Tonomoli's mind.

"Do you think it possible that we could make Archmide one of our stops while we're on our way to Fignufen?" asked Tonomoli of Seth.

Seth looked at a map he was holding.

"It's highly probable that we could. If we start out diagonally from the Yorkian Kingdom, which is how we'll be starting out, then that could lead us straight to Archmide just before we make it to Fignufen. Why did you want us to go to Archmide?"

"Oh, it was just a thought," said Tonomoli. "I was wondering how my master was doing, and whether or not they've been attacked by the Valderghof and Var Heflekar."

"I certainly hope they can hold out," said Prailee. "I'd hate to be heading back home after all this and find out that it's been torched or something."

"Chancellor Carter sent a great many troops to protect Archmide," said Jebzian. "I don't think you have to worry too much about its fate.

"But, if it would calm you," said Seth, "I see no reason for us not to make Archmide one of our stops."

"Thank you," said Tonomoli. "Now you can meet my master!" said Tonomoli to Edith.

"And you can meet mine," said Edith. "That's if I can find the old buzzard," said Edith almost to herself.

Tonomoli was most anxious to make it to Archmide. He was nearly bristling with excitement. His master would be most interested to hear how he fought in the Battle for Fort Evner and how he made good use of the Coasha Blade. By now the company had made its way to the borders of Desendale.

"We're in Desendale now," said Seth. "Just a few more short hours and we'll be in the Yorkian Kingdom."

So they continued the exercise of following the Van Thespian. In Desendale the Van Thespian travelled through just a small section of the country, the southern tip of Desendale really. It didnt take the alliance long to make it out of Desendale. They had done so by three o'clock.

"Now we just have to head west and we'll be in the Yorkian Kingdom," said Seth.

That trek took a little over an hour and thirty minutes. Soon they had arrived in the Yorkian Kingdom.

"Now we just have to make it to the Yorkian Castle," said Edith.

So they trekked on. The journey to the Yorkian Castle would probably take two hours. This is what Seth told Master Fenfarah.

"Well let us march on then," said Master Fenfarah. "So that we can get the troops and head straight for Fignufen."

In the Yorkian Kingdom they mostly walked through country and some grassland. Yorkian Castle was a good deal east of the Yorkian Kingdom itself. So they continued on. Then the alliance noticed something. It was at a military post. There was the rather queer sighting of a man walking as if he'd been injured, clutching his side. Everyone took to staring at him, but Edith rushed to his aid. It was her beloved, Janus Wraynard.

"What happened?" she said.

"It was Osmadaania--they attacked the Yorkian Kingdom," said Janus. "It was a sneak attack. I somehow made it all the way down here, hoping that I'd find a medic, but they must all be off duty--I think I'm the only one who made it."

"Rest easy," said Edith. "We'll get you to a medic."

Tonomoli couldnt' help it, but he felt strongly that something just wasn't right. It was a rather strange feeling, but he couldn't shake it. Finally he expressed this sentiment to Master Fenfarah and Jebzian.

"I don't feel so good," he said to them. "Something's not right."

Fenfarah and Jebzian stared at one another. "Do you feel like someone's trying to tell you something?"

"Yes," said Tonomoli. "Yes I do. How did you know?"

"Wait here a moment," said Jebzian. The two wizards approached Edith and Janus.

"On what day were you born, young soldier?" said Master Fenfarah.

Edith and Janus looked up at Master Fenfarah shockingly. Everyone else was in the same state of shock.

"What are you going on about?" said Edith. "We have to get him to a medic!"

"What's the name of this here fellow?" said Jebzian of Seth.

"I'm bleeding here!" said Janus Wraynard.

"Hurry, we need to tend to his wouds," said Edith.

"What's the name of your beloved?" said Master Fenfarah.

"Answer our questions," said Jebzian.

"I--I--," said Janus.

"What's wrong with you two!" cried Edith. "We don't have time for this nonsense! If we don't get him to a medic then he'll die."

"Answer our questions," said Jebzian.

"I--I--," said Janus. Janus was staring at the ground with his hands clutched at his side. Suddenly, he began to laugh. Softly at first, but then it took on a wildness.

"Hahahahahaha!" he said. Janus stood, still clutching his side.

"What is all of this?" said Edith.

Suddenly Master Fenfarah spoke out loud. "Ranmah!" Janus was still laughing. He then spun around into a circle and turned into a figure wearing a black robe. When he did this, a great deal of men could now be seen slain next to the military post.

"Begone, you foul servant of Osmadaania!" said Jebzian.

Ranmah then flew away, no longer clutching his side, but still laughing. Everyone was in a state of supreme shock.

"That was Ranmah," said Jebzian, "servant of Osmadaania and leader of the Osmadaania province of Aundar."

"The Yorkian Kingdom must have been attacked by Aundar," said Master Fenfarah. "And Ranmah must have stayed behind to inflict an emotional blow on all of our spirits."

"How did he know to become that knight though?" said Tonomoli. "I mean, he could've been any knight but he chose to be Edith's beloved."

"The enemy has many spies out and about," said Jebzian. "Don't be too surprised that he knew to transform into Janus."

 "How did you see through all of that?" said Edith.

"We didn't," said Jebzian. "It was young Tonomoli who saw through it all."

"I don't understand," said Seth. "What just went on here?"

Everyone else was equally unsure of what just happened. Master Fenfarah went on to explain it to them.

"It's quite simple really," began Master Fenfarah. "There is the Illusionist and there is the Perceiver. Ranmah is an Illusionist. Tonomoli here is gifted with The Perceiving. If it weren't for Tonomoli, Ranmah could've lead us into a trap set by Orcs or Men who serve Lord Osmadaan. We're quite blessed to have a Perceiver in a our party."

Jebzian looked at Tonomoli. "What other latent powers will reveal themselves within you before this saga has ended I wonder."

"But what about Janus?" said Edith. "What really happened to him.?"

There was silence. Everyone was thinking the same thing, that he was slain.

"He may have been the victim of a surprise attack," said Seth.

Seth and Edith began looking for Janus among the dead, and sure enough they found him.

"My beloved--" said Edith while she was crying. "No--this can't be happening."

"I'm sorry," said Seth, as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He allowed her all the time she needed, though she took only about five minutes.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" said Jebzian.

"I am ready," said Edith, wiping the tears from her eyes.

So they continued on, all feeling a little heavy-hearted because of what they'd just experienced, Edith most of all. Jebzian approached Seth.

"The enemy now knows of this traveling company," he said to Seth. "We should be on guard for anything."

Master Fenfarah was right about Ranmah leading them into a trap. Further down the road, a ways from where the incident occurred, there was a band of Orcs hiding in the bushes. They saw how big the company was and ran off without engaging in combat. After that, it didn't take the company too long to make it to Yorkian Castle. When they finally did make it, Seth bade that the Chisolites set up camp outside of the enclosed borders of the castle whereas the alliance of Seth, Tonomoli, and the rest all were to be resting inside the castle itself.

"We'll sleep in suites like we did in Chisolom," said Seth to the alliance. A lone guard showed them to their rooms. Seth and Edith went together to go speak to their father in throne room.

"You've come back," he said. "I thought you were to be away for an almost indefinite amount of time?"

"We were," said Seth the second. "But somethings come up. And we need a good half of the standing army. Also, are you aware of what happened at a military outpost?"

"I am not," said their father. "Tell me about it."

Seth then went on to tell their father about the attack on Janus Wraynard's unit, and the subsequent death of all who were apart of that unit. The king was a great deal shocked and listened to his son's description of the event attentively.

"This is grave news indeed," said their father. "Janus was a valuable asset to this kingdom. And you, my dear Edith, you must be devestated."

Edith said nothing for a moment. "I am," she said. "Greatly."

The king shook his head in disbelief. Finally he spoke. "You may take as many soldiers as you need. But please be aware that we've just been attacked and that another one could just as easily be on the way."

"I understand, father," said Seth. "The Yorkian Kingdom needs protecting. I will leave a good many troops here."

The two left the throne room and went to their sperate and individual rooms and went to bed.

Chapter 17

Setting Out Once More

The alliance of Seth, Tonomoli, Prailee, Nefandus, and the rest all sat down to have a fantastic breakfast in the wee hours of morning. The king, Seth Von York senior, even ate with them. Edith was the only one who wasn't present at the breakfast as she was still very much shaken up by the loss of her beloved and didn't feel like eating. The chefs were serving mostly pancakes and sausage and milk. There was some cheese and butter, if anybody wanted them. Tonomoli spoke to Prailee who was sitting right next to him.

"This is quite good, isn't it?" he said to Prailee with a mouthful of pancakes.

"Indeed it is," said Prailee. "We haven't eaten like this since when we first set foot in Chisolom. Let's hope that it isn't our last of the extravagant meals."

"I'm hoping just that," said Tonomoli.

It took the company about seven minutes to finish eating their meal. When they had finished they all headed for the exit of the castle, being led by Seth Von York the second. Edith came down from a corridor and met them.

"Are we leaving now?" she said to her brother.

"Yes," he said. "Yes we are. But perhaps you should stay here."

"What?" she said.

"It would do you some good would it not?" said Seth. "Losing a loved one can be hard to manage. You haven't even given yourself ample time to recuperate. Why don't you stay here, and bring an end to your journeys."

"But I don't want to stay here," said Edith. "I want to go on and see this thing to its conclusion. I deserve at least that after what has happened."

"Are you sure about this?" said her brother.

"I am very sure," said Edith.

"Let her come," said Jebzian. "Edith is a great deal stronger than what you might think. Let her come."

"Fine," said Seth. "You may continue along with us."

So Edith joined the company as they were making their way out of the castle. There wasn't too many people out and about. Most were still in bed. It was indeed just a little bit too early for the Yorkians. Those that were out greeted the company with a smile and a wave of their hand. It took the company about twenty minutes to make it to where the Chisolites were stationed. By now also about half of the Yorkian army had been moved to where the Chisolites were. They greeted their leader with customary military greetings.

"We are now a great force militarily," said Seth. "And an even greater force I imagine we'll be when we're joined up with Fignufen. And then there's the probable combining of our forces with Harwrintholien and Finlaiven. Certainly we can make a push toward Osmadaania Castle."

"This is indeed a great company," said Nefandus. "I would think that we could storm Osmadaania Castle with just the men we have here."

"To that I will say that I don't know," said Seth. "This is a great company, of that I am certain. But in terms of us storming Osmadaania Castle with just the knights that we have now, I would say that is a matter yet to be decided."

"We still have Fignufen to rely on," said Master Fenfarah. "Though Finlaiven and Harwrintholien lie in doubt, Fignufen will more than likely be willing to ally with us. And when that happens, look out Osmadaania."

The company went on their way. The first obstacle would be navigating through the dense trees in Foster Forest, as Foster Forest lied about five miles from the border of the Yorkian Kingdom. After making it through Foster Forest, the company would then be at the border where Foster Village and Foster Forest meet. They would then head due west to make it to Archmide, like Tonomoli wanted. After that, they would be heading straight to the south to Fignufen. Tonomoli approached Edith as a thought came to his mind.

"You never did show me to your master," said Tonomoli.

"I was just looking for him this morning so that I could show him to you," she said. "But I couldn't find him. He must've went out journeying through the forest, as he tends to do. He's very attuned with nature."

"Well, I'll be certain to introduce you to mine," said Tonomoli. "Like I said, he would be very interested to meet you. Perhaps we could even find out if Tal'On Kepp was instructed in the Toran."

"We'll find out together," said Edith with a smile. Tonomoli looked at her. She was quite beautiful with nary a blemish on her white cheeks. She seemed to be taking her misfortune quite well, and Tonomoli was happy because of it. It was eight thirty and the company had made it into the thickets in Foster Forest. The road had been greatly cultivated, and the company used it, staying in single file. The company and passed no one and there was no one to be seen in either direction. It was as if they were the only ones out. Tonomoli wondered if transports were still being attacked by Orcs. It was certainly probable that it could still be happening. But he was uncertain about it. For the answer he went to both Master Fenfarah and Jebzian.

"Do you think that transports are still being raided by Orcs?"

"I can't say that I know for sure whether it's still happening," said Jebzian. "But if we take the belief that attacks on transports were all apart of the pre-war hype of Lord Osmadaan and Osmadaania then I would say that yes, they are probably still happening, simply because of the fact that we are in war, and I see no reason why they should stop it because of that."

"I always thought that the attacks on transports was a discipline problem," said Master Fenfarah. "Orcs would attack transports, not because they were commanded to, but because of a lack of discipline given them from their commanders. But now--"

"But now you see that that's not the case," said Jebzian, who interrupted him. "You see now that those attacks were orchestrated by Lord Osmadaan and his myriad of provinces, don't you?"

Master Fenfarah looked at Jebzian for a time. He then finally answered. "I think that may indeed be the case, but I'm not sure yet. I would need more proof before I come to my conclusion."

"'More proof?'" said Jebzian. "How much more proof do you need? It seems evidently clear to me that those attacks were orchestrated by Lord Osmadaan in his attempt to weaken the resolve of the Zefarian people."

"I still need more proof before I come to my conclusion," said Master Fenfarah.

"Fine," said Jebzian. "Take all the time you need."

The company continued on through Foster Forest. They were two hours worth of trekking inside of Foster Forest, it being ten o'clock. They had to about six o'clock until they'd make it to Archmide. Tonomoli was greatly anticipating their arrival. His master would be most enthused to hear of his exploits. He might even lobby to join the company. "If that were to happen, then this would be a great company indeed," he thought. Suddenly, Le'on, who was looking at Tonomoli came over to him. He had something on his mind and he wanted to discuss it.

"Tonomoli," he said.

"Yes?" said Tonomoli
  
"There was something I wanted to talk to you about." He paused, not knowing how to start what he wanted to say. "Remember when I said that I prefer the Pass of Galtigor to the Pass of Bravada?"

Tonomoli nodded. "I remember," he said. "What about it?"

"Well--it's like this--the reason why I said that I like the Pass of Galtigor better is because--well, I've grown up a Bravada, and I haven't even lived fully. In fact I've barely been outside of Bravada Castle, let alone living."

"Wow," said Tonomoli. "I had a feeling that it was something so personal, but I didn't know it was that. So you've barely been outside of Bravada Castle? I wager then that you must be enjoying our current journey."

"I am," said Le'on, "immensely. This is such a fantastic experience! Though I do dread the prospect of us making a push for Osmadaania. That dark land frightens me."

"As well it should," said Farimar.

"I am also a little leery about going to Osmadaania," said Tonomoli. "I've heard many a queer tale about that place. But, I gather that we'll discover it out together."

"We will," said Le'on. The company continued on through Foster Forest. By now they had made it to within three hours worth of trekking distance inside of Foster Forest, as it was now eleven o'clock. Even during this current journey, the company still failed to meet many strangers. Those they did meet looked on at the company curiously, like before. At twelve o'clock Seth called for a brief period where they could eat and rest. Most of everyone still had a good deal of meat left over from when they brought it in Galtigor. Tonomoli, Nefandus, and Farimar ate together, while Prailee, Seth, and Le'on ate together. Edith sat with Master Fenfarah and Jebzian. She didn't eat.

"How are you doing, my dear Edith?" said Jebzian.

"I am--I am a great deal better than when I first discovered what happened," said Edith.

"Good," said Master Fenfarah. "Be strong, child."

"You should really eat something though," said Jebzian. "How about a sandwich? Here, I'll make it for you."

Jebzian then went on to making Edith a sandwich.

"Oh no," she said. "You really don't have to do that."

"But you haven't eaten all day. Surely you must be hungry."

"I am hungry a great deal--"

"Then eat," said Jebzian. "When you're hungry you eat."

Jebzian finished making the sandwich and handed it over to Edith.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're most welcome."

Tonomoli, Nefandus, and Farimar all talked to one another while they ate. They were at first only talking about the Battle for Fort Evner, but their conversation had opened up to new avenues when Tonomoli asked this question:

"What do you think our strategy should be when we take on Wragafnifur?" asked Tonomoli of Nefandus.

"If Fignufen joins up with our current forces then we should be able to just bully our way through Wragafnifur."

"How can we do that when we don't even know what defense mechanisms Wan Taan Boo has?" asked Farimar of Nefandus.

"What kind of defense mechanisms do you imagine Wragafnifur has?" asked Nefandus.

"I can't rightly say that I know what kind of defense mechanisms they have, but I have heard of wolfpacks and giant trolls being seen in Wragafnifur."

"That sounds frightening," said Tonomoli. "How are we going to defend against that?"

"I'm interested in something," said Nefandus. "Desendale, as far as I know, doesn't spy on the enemy. What about Finlaiven? Does Finlaiven spy on Osmadaania?"

"We have spied in the past," said Farimar, "and as far as I know we continue to spy out the lands held by Osmadaania. Though, as the wizards will tell you, spying against Osmadaania is dangerous business. But yes, we do spy on Osmadaania, as that is how I know of the wolfpacks and giant trolls."

"'Giant trolls?'" said Nefandus. "I would think they'd be in the same category as the mythical dragons."

"I don't know," said Farimar. "I wouldn't be so quick to label them as mere myths."

"Well if they're real how come we don't see them all over Zefaria?" said Tonomoli. "I've never seen a troll or a dragon before."

"The answer to that question is I don't know," said Farimar. "But I wouldn't be surprised to see what kind of creatures Lord Osmadaan has been breeding in his castle. He came up with the Orcs didn't he? Why is it so hard to believe that he couldn't come up with some other race of creature?"

'I will believe it when I see it," said Nefandus. "For all I know these 'creatures' are just tales used to incite fear in the hearts and minds of Zefarian peoples everywhere."

"Then we shall find out together," said Farimar.

Prailee, Seth, and Le'on were talking together. They were at first only talking about the incident in the Yorkian Kingdom. Then Prailee brought up the notion of what Lord Osmadaan's plan must have been.

"So," he said, "he sent Saunssussen and Dakaroth with their armies to attack Fort Evner, and then he sent Ranmah of Aundar to attack the Yorkian Kingdom. What do you think he has planned for the south?"

"My guess is that he's going to send the combined forces of the Valderghof and Wragafnifur to attack Fignufen."

"That would make a lot of sense," said Le'on. "Those two countries haven't been assigned to any of the northern countries."

"What about Archmide?" said Prailee. "That Orc we talked to was given a command to scope out Archmide. Surely there must be plans to conquer Archmide."

"Lord Osmadaan may have delayed his plans to conquer Archmide to go for bigger fish," said Seth. "It wouldn't surprise me in the least."

"Archmide is relatively close to the Valderghof," said Le'on. "So I can see why Lord Osmadaan would have it targeted in his scope."

The company finished eating and Seth called for them to head out once more. Everyone immediately packed up their things and moved from the thicket of trees and bushes and headed back toward the road. In both directions no one could be seen using the road. Seth then lead everyone. It was twelve fifteen. By six o'clock they'd make it to Archmide. And so they shuffled on. The road wasn't winding like it was when they were going through the Pass of Galtigor. It just mostly went straight and ever on. But it was proving a very difficult and arduous task for the company. Like before, when they were making their way through the Pass of Galtigor, their backs began to ache. This was a sensation experienced by a great deal many of the company, as the carrying of the backpacks began to wear down on their backs. When it became two o'clock Tonomoli began to become agitated with how long it was taking them to get to Archmide. He then approached Seth and posed to him this question:

"How long is it going to take for us to make it to Archmide? I'm getting awfully tired of traveling, and I could do with some rest."

"We have about four hours remaining until we make it to Archmide," said Seth. "And what do you mean you're getting tired? Perk up. You're the one who wanted to go to Archmide, remember?"

"Yes," said Tonomoli. "I remember. And I'm still greatly anxious that I'm going back to my hometown. But as you say, I will try to perk up."

"Good," said Seth. "Then do it and do it quickly."

The sun shone bright in the sky. Again, like the day before, there was not a cloud to be seen. It was quite cool for a late September day, cool enough--in fact--that the great company was agitated by it. The wind blew fierce enough so that one would become annoyed by it. Everyone tried to huddle up and avoid the wind as best they could but it was really a losing battle. Prailee decided to speak out against their circumstances.

"With the way this wind's blowing you'd think that a storm was on the way," said Prailee.

"There aren't any clouds in the sky," said Jebzian, "so it's not that. I'd just say that it's a windy day."

"It is that indeed," said Seth. "Quite windy." As he said this wind pushed up against him causing a partial loss of balance.

So the company continued on. It had now reached five thirty. It was estimated that they would make it to Archmide at six o'clock.

"We should be coming up toward Archmide soon," said Seth. "Thirty more minutes and we'll be there."

Everyone was greatly enthused to know that they were so close to making it to Archmide. Some of the soldiers that were close enough gave sighs of relief. They then passed the news down so that every soldier in the alliance could hear it. The news gave the soldiers a boost of energy. In terms of how the core alliance felt, they were also greatly enthused to hear the news. Prailee talked about what he was going to do when he went home.

"When I go home the first thing I'm going to do is take a bath," he said. "I just feel so dirty after being out in the wild so long."

"Being outside as long as we have will do that to you," said Farimar. "We've been sleeping on blankets, yes, but I sympathize with you because I also feel a little dirty."

"You're not the only two," said Le'on.

"Just be thankful that we're not out in the height of the summer months," said Jebzian, "because then we'd have mosquitoes to deal with."
 
"Eww, mosquitoes," said Edith. "I greatly dislike mosquitoes."

"Who doesn't?" said Nefandus.

"The whole idea of them sucking my blood just irkes me," said Edith.

Now the company could see the encased area of Archmide city in the distance. Archmide, as it has been told, is not a country but a city. And while Archmide does encompass a great deal of land it is mostly uninhabited land. The only land that is inhabited is Archmide the city, where Master Archameadees dwells and where Coasha monks are trained. A transport leaving Archmide headed toward the company and they had to move off the road to let it pass. Similarly, another transport, this time heading toward the city, was coming down the road and they had to get off the road to let it pass as well. The encased area of Archmide now was only yards away. People could be seen traversing to and fro throughout the city. The company was greeted with many a curious glance. But they had made it. They were in Archmide.

Chapter 18

Rest in Archmide

The soldiers set up camp just outside the walls of Archmide city. There was a great many soldiers from Chisolom presently in Archmide, as they were the ones sent to protect Archmide from any attack from Osmadaania. Tonomoli went quickly to a soldier and asked him if they'd been attacked yet.

"As far as I know Lord Osmadaan hasn't even looked in the direction of Archmide," he said.

"Really?" said Tonomoli. "That's queer indeed. Well, anyway, be on the lookout."

The soldier nodded and said that he would stay vigilant. The core alliance made its way through the encased city of Archmide. This was, for many of them, the first time they'd set foot in Archmide. Only Tonomoli and Prailee had been to Archmide previously, the two of them living in the city. Seth was thinking about where they'd eat dinner, but he didn't know of any establishments in this--to him--foreign land. So he asked Tonomoli where they might find a bite to eat.

"Where might we find food and sustenance?" said Seth.

"I'll lead the way," said Tonomoli.

Tonomoli then lead the company to a small, out-of-the-way establishment called Thorns. It was--according to Tonomoli--the definitive food establishment in Archmide. The company entered Thorns and the patrons were a great deal curious to see such a large company enter. Tonomoli lead his eight companions to a corner of the establishment that was, for the most part, empty. A waitress came to take their orders.

"Are you all together?"

"Yes," said Tonomoli. "Yes we are."

"May I take your orders?"

"Yes you may," said Tonomoli.

For the sake of making it easier for the chefs and waitress, Tonomoli suggested that they all try the feelo fish special: a dinner that came with two pieces of feelo fish and french fries. They all agreed to Tonomoli's request and the waitress left with their order. Seth privately conveyed to Tonomoli that Archmide was a good deal bigger than what he anticipated. He then asked Tonomoli how many people lived in Archmide.

"Close to eight hundred people, I think," said Tonomoli.

"Eight hundred is about right," said Prailee. "The last time we took a census it was around seven hundred and fifty, and we've grown a lot since then."

"Has there been any expansion?" said Le'on. "What I mean to say is, since everything is caged in how do they expand the city?"

"There's been some expansion," said Tonomoli. "When we expand, we simply tear down the wall and build a new one."

"Well, I can see why Lord Osmadaan would want to conquer Archmide," said Seth. "Not only is it so close to the Valderghof, but it also houses quite a many people."

The waitress came back with their orders after a time. Everyone was quite eager to dig in and eat. They ate mostly without conversation. After they finished eating everyone each paid for their meals seperately and Master Fenfarah brought up the idea of finding out the latest news from some of the patrons. Everyone was quite receptive to the activity.

"Perhaps we can gauge the responses and opinions of these fair people," said Master Fenfarah. "Or in the very least we can engage ourselves in stimulating conversation."

The first few individuals didn't really open up too much. If they had opinions they didn't want the company to know about them. But there was one individual who was receptive to discussing the current happenings of the world. His name was Darin Neseto. He had lived in Archmide all his life. Tonomoli and Prailee had seen him in Thorns on occassion but never spoken with him. Everyone in the company introduced themselves to him. Master Fenfarah then asked him if he knew of any news that he wanted to share. He replied that he did, and started to share some of what he had learned.

"I know for a fact that Fort Evner in Galtigor has been taken over by Osmadaania," said Darin. "And that's unfortunate. The alliance proved its worth in Galtigor. Now that Fort Evner has fallen I guess it's only a matter of time before Galtigor falls."

"That's not entirely true," said a mysterious patron who was listening to the discussion. "My names Charlie, Charlie Burbank," he said. "You say that Fort Evner's fall signals the beginning of dark days for the Galtigorian people, but I have news that might dispel some of that. From what I hear, Galtigor called on the Bravada Empire to send troops that would help stay the hand of Lord Osmadaan and Bravada sent them. So no, Galtigor still stands and I reckon that it'll be standing for a long time to come."

"Bravada sent troops to Galtigor?" said Prailee. "That's the second best news I've heard all year, next to the news that the free peoples were allying."

"Hmph," said Darin. "That news isn't so special if you ask me. This notion of an allied Zefaria makes me wonder just how 'allied' we really are. Who's running this thing anyway? From what I hear it's a traveling company that represents just about all of the free peoples with their leader the prince of the Yorkian Kingdom. The whole notion of that just sounds like a band of misfits to me."

"Now just hold on a minute," said Le'on. "We're not--" Here Le'on was about to reveal that the company whom Darin spoke of sat in his midst, but Jebzian put his arm around him and made him think better of it.

"Some things need not be spoken of," he said to Le'on privately.

"Huh?" said Darin. "Was there something you wanted to say, young lad?"

"Yes," said Le'on. "There was--I was just going to say that the alliance isn't a band of misfits and that they've got the situation well under control."

"Then how come they lost the Battle for Fort Evner?" said Darin. "This alliance thing was supposed to be the salvation of Zefarian peoples everywhere, but I reckon it's turned out to be just a bunch of traveling misfits who don't know their right from their left."

"You shouldn't be so critical of the alliance," said Charlie. "It's not easy to control and coordinate such a massive offensive. Give credit to whom credit is due, and I say that the alliance deserves a lot of credit for what they've done so far. True, they lost the Battle for Fort Evner, but there is still quite a many other battles that have yet to be decided. Give them time, man."

"Charlie is right concerning coordinating an offensive such as an allied Zefaria," said Seth. "It's a great deal more difficult than what you give it credit for."

"Give me command of this alliance," said Darin, "and I'll drive a stake right through the heart of Lord Osmadaan himself. With the combined power of all of the free peoples this alliance shouldn't have any problems making a push for Osmadaania Castle. Notice I say that it shouldn't, but it will. Mark my words."

"What about when countries don't want to get involved in the war?" said Edith. "Every representative at the Great Council wasn't as enthused to hear that the platform of the free peoples was an allied Zefaria. What happens when some countries aren't willing to give troops? What does the alliance do in that situation?"

"But still a majority of the countries did support that platform," said Charlie. "And I reckon that the majority is willing to give troops. That should be enough to storm Osmadaania Castle, shouldn't it?"

"You are forgetting quite a few important things," said Farimar Oakensly, "such as the creatures Lord Osmadaan has in his employ. The spies of Finlaiven have confirmed giant trolls and at least one dragon. How do you defend against that?"

"One needs not defend against myths," said Darin Neseto. "Giant trolls and dragons don't exist."

"I beg to differ with you," said Farimar. "They do exist. And I feel that before this war has ended they will be used for some evil and ultimate purpose."

"Even without those things Osmadaania is still a dark land," said Nefandus. "Storming Osmadaania with any amount of Men is still quite improbable, and any proposition of doing so may well prove ill before it has even started."

"Yet still something must be done," said Jebzian. "We as the free peoples cannot just sit back and let Lord Osmadaan take away all that we hold dear."

"If we allow him, he will surely do just that," said Charlie. "Slowly but surely he would take over land by land by land. That's why I'm thankful that the alliance came into fruition. It gives the Zefarian people hope."

"Hoping in the alliance is misplaced hope," said Darin Neseto. "It has already proven its relevance at the Battle for Fort Evner. Zefarian peoples everywhere need look for others sources of salvation."

The company was a great deal disturbed to hear the comments of Darin Neseto. He seemed so brutal when relating his opinions of the alliance. The whole company's spirit sunk at his remarks. Finally Tonomoli decided to voice his opinion.

"If you've given up on the alliance so quickly then I don't know what else you can put your trust in," said Tonomoli. "But even without your support and many others around Zefaria I feel that the alliance will still do good on its goal of ridding the world of Lord Osmadaan once and for all. I'm not saying that you and your opinions don't matter, because they do. You are a part of the Zefarian people and that cannot be changed. But I just wish that you would be a little more open-minded concerning the alliance and the actions of the alliance. Can't you name one thing that they've done well or another?"

Darin Neseto had his head bent in reflection. He was trying to say something postive about the prospect of the alliance. Everyone was quite attentive. Finally he spoke:

"One thing that they've done well--I've got one!" he said. "They've lost pretty well, against the combined forces of Thangoon and Makerva. That's something, isn't it?"

Everyone was quite appalled. Charlie spoke out against him.

"No, that's not one. Try again."

"I give up," said Darin. "I can't think of anything. And all you peoples would be wise to follow my lead. Putting your hope and trust in an already proven impotent alliance is just plain foolishness."

"Fine," said Master Fenfarah. "You be that way then. But just know when this alliance dethrones Lord Osmadaan that you didn't support them one bit."

"Dethrone Lord Osmadaan?" said Darin. "The way this alliance is being led they'd fall flat on their faces before they get to the steps of Osmadaania Castle."

Just about everyone had a response to give, but Seth called for an end to the dialogue.

"We really must be going," he said. "We have a pretty big day set in front of us."

And so the company headed for the exit and left Charlie and Darin to discuss the matter even further. Tonomoli lead the company to an inn. The innkeeper had just enough rooms for everyone. Everyone except Tonomoli and Prailee paid for rooms. Prailee headed for his house while Tonomoli headed for Master Archameadees dwelling place.

"I'm going to go take that bath that I said I wanted," said Prailee. "I'll see you in the morning."

The morning came swiftly. Prailee came to Master Archameadees dwelling place and he and Tonomoli headed for the inn that the rest of the company was staying in. Most of them were already awake, the others had their rest period disturbed as Seth woke them up. Before they were to set out once more, Tonomoli suggested that they go see Master Archameadees. No one had any objections and so they headed toward Master Archameadees' household.

"Now you can meet my master," said Tonomoli to Edith. Master Archameadees had already arisen for the day. Tonomoli then introduced everyone of the company to Master Archameadees. Master Archameadees was quite interested to hear of all of their adventures. The company talked at length about the Battle for Fort Evner and also about the incident in the Yorkian Kingdom. Master Archameadees was surprised to hear that the Yorkian Kingdom was the target of such an attack.

"Lord Osmadaan's arm has reached far indeed if he has attacked theYorkian Kingdom like you say," said Master Archameadees gravely.

"It has done just that," said Farimar. "We saw it with our own eyes."

"I don't know what to say to this news," said Master Archameadees. "These are dark times."

Master Archameadees then went on to thank the alliance for having sent the military force derived from the Chisolites.

"But I must thank you for sending troops to protect the peoples of Archmide. Surely we would have been the victims of any attack from Osmadaania had the alliance not intervened on our behalf."

"You're most welcome," said Seth.

Edith brought up the idea of whether or not Tal'On Kepp was instructed in the art of Toran.

"Me and Tonomoli were wondering," began Edith, "was Tal'On Kepp instructed in the Toran? We already know that the one who conceptualized the Toran wasn't instructed in Coasha as the two were born in different time periods. But we were wondering if you could solve that little puzzle for us, in terms of whether or not Tal'On Kepp was instructed in the Toran."

"This is a puzzle that I can solve," said Master Archameadees. "I know for certain that Tal'On Kepp was not instructed in the Toran. There was about four or five other arts that he was disciplined in, but not the Toran."

"Finally we have our answer," said Tonomoli.

"I had some reservations about it," said Edith, "in terms of whether he was instructed in the Toran or not. But now I know for sure. Thank you, Master Archameadees."

Master Archameadees said that Edith was most welcome. He then went on to question the next stop of the company.

"We're are you headed next?" he said. "I know that Galtigor is busy fighting off Thangoon and Makerva in the north, but nothing has been reported in the south, at least as of yet."

"We're headed toward Fignufen," said Jebzian. "There we will lead a force strong enough to make an assault on Osmadaania Castle, at least that is what we're hoping."

"Would you like to come with us, Master Archameadees?" said Seth. "We are a rather large company, but your presence would only serve to compliment our own."

Tonomoli was visibly enthused to hear such a thing. He tried ever so hard to get Master Archameadees to accept the offer but the old master wouldn't have any of it.

"No, no," he said. "I couldn't. My place is here. Besides, what would Archmide be without its creator?"

Everyone said that it was nice meeting the old master, and then they all headed for the great door of Archmide. Some of the soldiers were still sleeping. Seth and Nefandus went through the company waking them up.

"Come now," said Seth, "it's time we headed out once more." And so the whole of the rather large company headed out on the road once more. Jebzian felt that addressing the incident in Thorns was needed, and so he did.

"I hope that no one was downtrodden to hear the remarks of Darin Neseto. We have a long road ahead of us, and the last thing we need is for some patron at an establishment to bring down our spirits. What say any of you?"

"I think I speak for everyone in saying that we were all a little taken aback by his statements," said Seth. "But you are right, we can't let that get us down. We must be looking ever onward. There is hope in our mission, however bleak it might be."

"I'm wondering what hope he has if he isn't trusting in the alliance," said Tonomoli. "He is a hopeless individual if there ever was one."

"Perhaps he is hoping that Lord Osmadaan doesn't want to take over the surrounding lands," said Master Fenfarah. "I know that I was under the impression that Lord Osmadaan was a reasonable fellow who didn't want to infringe on the rights of other Zefarian peoples. But after being a member of this company I am leaning ever so closely toward the other extreme."

Jebzian wanted to say something here but decided against it.

"I sure hope we don't meet any other folks like old Darin in the south," said Le'on. "I don't think I can take too much more putting down of our mission."

"Just think how it would've been if you would have told him that we were the alliance," said Jebzian. "Now that would have been a grave situation indeed."

"Yes," said Le'on. "You are most right."

"I gather that the reception we'll get in Fignufen will be somewhat similiar to the one we received in Galtigor," said Nefandus. "What, with the myriad of skirmishes Fignufen has experienced with Wragafnifur what else could it be?"

"I hope so," said Edith. "I need to be pulled up after I've been brought down so low."

The company was on the road once more. Their next destination, Fignufen, lay just to the south of Archmide. It woud take them a little more than a day to make it to Fignufen. Everyone was bracing themselves for a rather warm reception after the cold one they received in Archmide. Tonomoli was greatly enthused. He felt that something very special lay just ahead. What it was he could not tell, but he couldn't shake the feeling. And then there was the push toward Osmadaania. That also lay ahead. He was a great deal worried how the company was going to handle it. He wondered whether there was any truth to the tales of dragons and giant trolls living in the expanse that was Osmadaania. "What dreadful secrets lie in wait in Osmadaania Castle," he thought. Perhaps they were only days from finding that out.

Chapter 19

The Push Toward Fignufen

The company went in single file down the road. They had passed a couple of caravans shipping goods headed from Finlaiven. Individual passers-by came rather quite frequently during the journey to Fignufen. Again, there was some staring, as the curiosity of the different individuals had reached its peak. The order of progression was as follows: Seth, Tonomoli, Jebzian, Nefandus, Le'on, Master Fenfarah, Edith, Prailee, and Farimar. Conversations were a little hard to come by during this current trek. Everyone was mostly just a little anxious to know that in a few short hours they could be in battle once more. Their first battle may have been a defeat but there was a growing perception among the company that this next one would be critical. "Whoever wins this next battle could win the war," thought Tonomoli to himself. Suddenly he felt like communicating with Jebzian on the matter.

 "How critical will this next battle be for us?" said Tonomoli.

"Quite," said Jebzian. "If we don't rally back after the defeat at Fort Evner, I dare say that we may never rally back at all."

"I, too, think critically of this next battle," said Seth. "But then again who knows what tactics Wan Taan Boo and Var Heflekar could try to use against us."

"I gather it'll be pretty much even in terms of how many Orcs they'll have fighting for them as compared to our troops," said Nefandus. "So then it'll be up to the core of the company to do something to tip the odds into our favor."

"I gather that you are right," said Jebzian. "It will be up to us to do something to tip the odds."

"But how skilled are Var Heflekar and Wan Taan Boo in battle?" said Tonomoli. "They're not generals of Osmadaania for no reason."

"They are rather skilled," said Jebzian. "But there are nine of us, and if there was one place where we'd have the advantage I would think that we'd have it in the leadership area."

The great company continued on its course for Fignufen. It was now eleven o'clock in the a.m. By nine o'clock the company would have made it to Fignufen. The day was bright and clear. The sky was filled with clouds. It was quite cool and an easterly breeze made it feel a lot cooler. It was October 1. Seth had mentioned earlier that he wanted the company to make a move toward Osmadaania castle at least by the end of the month. If all things went as planned, they would be making that move. But there was a gray area related to any push on Osmadaania Castle. For one, there was the stories of man eating wolves and giant trolls and then the mother of all myths, the great and terrible black dragon. Rumours persisted around the globe that Lord Osmadaan had these types of defenses in his employ and while people like Darin and Nefandus wondered openly about the legitimacy of such stories Farimar was absolutely convinced that they were a real and potent threat to the company. Suddenly he wanted to air his concerns.

"We haven't talked much on how we're going to defend against the secrets of Osmadaania Castle, namely the wolves, trolls, and the dragon."

Edith, who was near Farimar, decided to give her spin on the matter.

"I'd say that any secrets Lord Osmadaan has hidden away in his castle will be revealed in due time. Why worry about something that may or may not prove true?"

"But if it does turn out to be true and we're not prepared to deal with it what then?"

"I personally believe there to be more than just trolls, dragons, and wolves," said Master Fenfarah. "There may be some other wholly different species that Lord Osmadaan has been working on."

"You all shouldn't worry too much about it," said Prailee. "Whether it turns out to be true or not we'll deal with it when the time comes."

Farimar resigned to not worry about it too much. "They will find out for themselves," he thought. It was now twelve thirty. Seth decided that it was time for the company to have lunch. Everyone halted and got off the road and gathered in groups once more. The core of the alliance all ate together in a circle. Mostly everyone was eating the sliced meat that they had purchased in Galtigor, but they were running low on it. They probably had enough for just one more meal of sliced meat. After everyone finished eating they were granted a rest period. Seth didn't feel as anxious as he normally was to head back out on the road. After a rather protracted period, Seth finally called for the company to head out once more. It was now one thirty. So they continued on. Suddenly Tonomoli wondered about the morale of the knights. "That's something that has been overlooked," he thought. He decided to consult Seth on the matter.

"What do you think about the morale of the troops?" said Tonomoli.

"That doesn't seem to be a pressing matter as of yet," said Seth. "But then--of course--we've only been in one battle. After our third or fourth battle I think then it would become an issue."

"Especially if we're losing," said Jebzian. "If we're losing battles then the troops morale will sink to great lows."

"I agree wholly with Seth on the matter," said Nefandus. "Though I would like to add that all this walking can also become a damper on anybody's spirits."

"The knights I'm looking at don't look too enthusiastic," said Tonomoli who was looking at some of the more relatively close knights. "Perhaps all this walking is proving to be a damper on their spirits."

"They'll perk up when we get to Fignufen," said Jebzian. "I wager that the reception they'll receive will give them reason to."

The party continued on down the road. Master Fenfarah was musing on something. He and Jebzian's battle with Saunssussen had him intrigued. Would that be the only meeting the wizards would have against the lone wizard in Osmadaania? Master Fenfarah headed toward the front of the line to discuss the matter with Jebzian.

"Our battle with Saunssussen proved quite fierce," said Master Fenfarah. "And yet we came out the victors. But surely there will be more tests for us in the not too distant future."

"If the rumours prove true then we may be faced with an even greater peril," said Jebzian. "We being the two most potent members of the company, we may have to take the brunt of the fighting when it comes to making a push toward Osmadaania Castle."

"Edith, Tonomoli, and I quite skilled in the arts," said Seth. "You two may not be so isolated as you might think."

"Skilled you may be," said Master Fenfarah, "but against dark wizards and dragons, those will be our principal responsibililty."

Night had fallen. The company was now only minutes away from Fignufen. People who were leaving Fignufen would question members of the company, in terms of what their business was. When told that they were coming to assist the people of Fignufen the enthusiasm of the different peoples could not be contained. It was night. The company had made it to Fignufen. There would be no cheering and applause just yet. That would be saved for the morning.

Chapter 20

The Splitting of the Alliance

The knights situated themselves outside of the borders of Fignufen. The company walked the streets of Fignufen during the dead of night. Seth posed the question of where they could find rest to a passers-by. He said that they should travel just a little bit further and they would see an inn on their left. The company headed toward the direction given them and they found the inn. It was five penetts a night for each person. Everyone coughed up the money and the inn keeper led them to their different rooms. The inn keeper barely had enough rooms for everyone. Tonomoli and Prailee, like before, shared a room. Seth and Edith also shared a room, as did Master Fenfarah and Jebzian. Farimar, Nefandus, and Le'on got their own private rooms. The next morning came swiftly and Seth gathered everyone together for a little meeting.

"We need to find out who the generals are here, so we can coordinate an offensive against Osmadaania."

"I hope that the generals in Fignufen are as willing to take orders like the general in Galtigor," said Jebzian.

"We'll soon find out," said Seth.

The company headed for the exit of the inn. A great many Dwarves were approaching the knights who were situated outside of the castle, thanking them and such for assisting the people of Fignufen. Seth asked around where he could find any generals, and at first a few Dwarves weren't as responsive as he'd like them to be. But then one Dwarf told him specifically where he could go to find the generals. He even walked with him to show him the way. It was a rather long walk, as the generals of Fignufen reside in the heart of Fignufen City. Finally the company made it to their destination.

"Here is where the generals of Fignufen reside," said the Dwarf. After that he blessed them and went about his way. The generals were busy pouring over maps of the different lands. The Dwarven generals knew the purpose of the company, as they had been expecting them.

"So the alliance finally makes its way to Fignufen," said one general. "We've been expecting you."

Seth then introduced the company to the two generals. The generals names were Hornblower and Saddlehock. General Hornblower then went on to explain their situation.

"We've seen movements from the forces of Wragafnifur and the Valderghof which suggest that Osmadaania is prepping an attack against Fignufen," said General Hornblower. Seth thought of a crucial element to his plan and decided to air it to the company.

"Has Finlaiven or Harwrintholien replied to our request for troops?" he said.

"As far as I know they're not sending us any troops," said General Saddlehock, "at least not yet. Perhaps they have to see how we handle a joint attack from both the Valderghof and Wragafnifur first."

"That's a shame," said Jebzian. "I was greatly hoping that we would get the assistance we needed to storm Osmadaania Castle."

"Even without help from Finlaiven and Harwrintholien we still have a rather formidable force," said Nefandus. "With the combined forces of the Chisolites, portions of the Yorkian Kingdom's army, and Fignufen, we shouldn't have too many problems."

"I wouldn't dismiss Wan Taan Boo and Var Heflekar so quickly," said General Hornblower. "They've proven to be more than worthy opponents in the skirmishes that we've been experiencing. I shudder to see what they can do on a battlefield."

"How soon can your Dwarfs head out for battle?" said Seth.

"As soon as you need them they can head out," said General Saddlehock.

"Good. We shall see how the Dwarves of Fignufen fair in battle," said Seth. "It may be wise to attack the enemy before the enemy attacks us."

"A sneak attack against Wragafnifur may prove wise," said Jebzian, "especially in the dead of night when Orcs are at their easiest to defeat."

Seth, with the assistance of both General Hornblower and Saddlehock, drew up plans for a sneak attack against Wragafnifur. The trio worked hastily, tossing out an idea here and mulling over another one there. Suddenly, and rather quite unexpectedly, a Man came bustling inside of the headquarters of the two generals. He was a rather plump Man, with a stout beard and a queer swagger. He carried a backpack on his back. He introduced himself as Maphador and said that he was a scholar of the ancient world.

"I am sorry to interrupt but I was told by a mysterious stranger that I would meet a band of people that would journey with me to Zefaria's ancient ruins," he said. Everyone was quite in awe at his proclamation. Finally Seth broke the silence.

"Well I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. We here are members of a great company that set out not too long ago with the mission of confronting Lord Osmadaan."

"Yes," said Maphador, "that is exactly who I was told that I would meet. 'A company that set out to confront Lord Osmadaan will assist you in unraveling the secrets of the ancient world.' This was told to me by a stranger, just five days ago. He told me the exact time where I could find you and everything. Now please, we must be on our way."

Everyone was still much in awe at the proclamations of Maphador the scholar. Finally Jebzian questioned him.

"What exactly is your proposition?" said Jebzian. Maphador was quite ecstatic. He fumbled over his words at first but then he started to speak plainly.

"Oh dear me," he said. "There lies a ruinous heap in the extreme north east of the map where there dwells the secrets of the ancient world. I was told by a mysterious stranger that I would find those who would assist me in my journey from the company that seeks to confront Lord Osmadaan concerning his myriad of crimes against the Zefarian peoples. And now, I am here! And we must be on our way."

"If this is some trick then you'd better halt any further encroachments," said Nefandus.

"Oh, I assure you, this is no trick. And I am in dire need of your assistance. These are dangerous times, and you can't be expecting me to do this on my own."

Everyone was mulling over his proposition in their heads. There was a great moment of silence. Maphador looked from face to face to face. Tonomoli spoke aloud.

"There are a great many things in this world that are unknown to me," he said. "The origin of Lord Osmadaan is one of them. If by some chance we can discover his roots then perhaps we can come up with a way to defeat him. He's been around for hundreds of years so he had to be here during the ancient world. I would be willing to journey with this Maphador, in the hopes that I could find some cure to the plague that is Osmadaania."

Maphador was quite enthused to hear this. He looked from face to face, hoping for more recruits. Jebzian spoke aloud.

"If you're going then you need not go alone. I will travel with you." More excitement emanated from Maphador's visage. Prailee then voiced his opinion on the matter.

"Tonomoli and I have been friends for years, and I can hardly forsake him now. I will travel with you too."

"And I too," said Nefandus. "I started my journey with you two, and it would seem wise to continue it."

"No more!" said Seth. "We need some to stay behind to ward off Osmadaania." Seth turned toward Tonomoli and spoke. "If you're going to do this then I wish you well. I don't know exactly what you'll find on your journey, but I wish you well all the same."
Tonomoli said thank you. Maphador insisted that they must be on their way. And so thus it was that the alliance of the free peoples was split in two.