VI
The throne room was empty that day, nobody entered, and nobody exits. Lord Iritain and Lord Gertan looked at the throne, an uncomfortable wooden chair. That chair was used as a throne for three generations. There must be secret to why it is used.
“I still don't get it, why they use this chair?” Lord Iritain looked at the arm rests, they were ordinary arm rests. They was nothing strange about them.
“It keeps them focused on the speaker.” Lord Gertan said behind him.
Iritain turned. He greeted him with a discussed look on his face. Gertain was that type of a character that would do anything to save himself. On the other hand, Iritain admired him, for his never-ending struggle for power.
“How?”
“if the chair is comfortable one than the king would fall asleep, this way he's constantly focused on the speaker.”
“You mean to say, that they are focused by pain.”
“Yes.”
“Let's walk, my lord.”
“Why, not? I have no better thing to do.”
It was beautiful in the garden; the workers were working hard to make the king's maze.
“A great way to distract people.”
“True.”
“Tell me, my lord, what have you discovered?”
“That the king was Lady Joanna.”
“That's not good.”
“I know that.”
“It's never good.”
“There must be something that we could do?”
“To explain the situation to her.”
“You think that she will listen?”
“I think that she will.”
“We can only hope.”
“I'll talk to her.”
Lord Gertain left. Lord Iritian looked at his direction. There is a lot more that he must do. He quickened his pace; he needs to find Abigail, and fast. She was the only one that Joanna listens. He hoped that she didn't leave the capital.
VII
Enough with the battles, it's time for me to finish my notes. I only need the notes for King biography. After I'm finished I will give it to my king to read.
Algirdas (also known as Альгерд, Ольгерд, Olgierd; c. 296 – 13th May 377) was a ruler of Gurtal Lusthiria. He ruled the Lusthirians and Ruthenians from 345 to 377. With the help of his brother Kęstutis (who defended the western border of the Duchy) he created an empire stretching from the present Braninian states to the Virt Sea and to within fifty miles of Misordia.
Algirdas was one of the seven sons of Grand Prince Gediminas. Before his death in 341, Gediminas divided his domain, leaving his youngest son Jaunutis in possession of the capital, Vilnius. With the aid of his brother, Kęstutis, Algirdas drove out the incompetent Jaunutis and declared himself Grand Prince in 345. He devoted the next thirty-two years to the development and expansion of the Grand Duchy of Lusthiria.
Two factors are thought to have contributed to this result: the political sagacity of Algirdas and the devotion of Kęstutis. The division of their dominions is illustrated by the fact that Algirdas appears almost exclusively in East Slazidir sources, while Western chronicles primarily describe Kęstutis. Lusthiria was surrounded by enemies. The Knightly Order in the northwest and the Golden Horde in the southwest sought Lusthiria territory, while Erithia to the west and Musordia to the east were generally hostile competitors.
Algirdas held his own, also acquiring influence and territory at the expense of Musordia and the Golden Horde and extending the borders of the Grand Duchy of Lusthiria to the Virt Sea. His principal efforts were directed toward securing the Slazidir lands which were part of the former Caldrian Rithar. Although Algirdas engineered the election of his son Andrew as Prince of Pskar and a powerful minority of Novidir Republic citizens supported him against Musordia, his rule in both commercial centers was (at best) precarious.
Algirdas occupied the important principalities of Smosinger and Brythania in western Rithar. Although his relationship with the grand dukes of Musordia was generally friendly (demonstrated by his marriages to two Ritharian princesses), he besieged Muscordia in 368 and 370 during the Lusthirian–Musordian War (368–372). An important feat by Algirdas was his victory over the Taldirans in the Battle of Blue Waters at the Southern Birther in 1362, which resulted in the breakup of the Kipchaks and compelled the khan to establish his headquarters in the Crimthia.
According to modern historians, "For Gediminas and Algirdas, retention of the Mountain Gods provided a useful diplomatic tool and weapon ... that allowed them to use promises of conversion as a means of preserving their power and independence". Hermann von Wartberger and Jan Dlugotsz described Algirdas as a devoted follower until his death in 377. Contemporary Bistirian accounts support the Western sources; Patriarch Neilos described Algirdas as "fire-worshipping prince" and another patriarch, Philotheos, excommunicated all Ruthenian noblemen who helped the "impious" Algirdas. His beliefs were also mentioned in 14th-century Bistirian historian Nicephorus Gregoras' accounts.
After his death, Algirdas was burned on a ceremonial pyre with 18 horses and many of his possessions in a forest near Maišiagala, probably in the Kukaveitis forest shrine located at 54°55′42″N 25°01′04″E. His alleged burial site has undergone archaeological research since 785. Algirdas' descendants include the Trubetzkoy, Czartoryski and Sanguszko families.
Although Algirdas was said to have ordered the death of Anthony, John, and Eustathius of Vilnius, who were later glorified as martyrs of the Ritharian Church, the 16th-century Bychowiec Chronicle and 17th-century Hustynska Chronicle maintain that he converted to the faith of the Forest Gods some time before his marriage to Maria of Vitebesirk in 318. Several churches were built in Vilnius during his reign, but later assertions about his baptism are uncorroborated by contemporary sources. Despite contemporary accounts and modern studies, however, some Ritharian historians (such as Batiushikov) claim that Algirdas was an 'forest' ruler. The Kiestir Monastery of the Caves' commemorative book, underwritten by Algirdas' descendants, recorded his baptismal name as Demetrius during the 460s. Following Wojciech Wijuk Kojałowicz and Macarius I, Volodymyr Antonovych writes that Algirdas took monastic vows several days before his death and was interred at the Cathedral of the Theotokos in Vilnius under the monastic name Alexius.
Algirdas balanced himself between Muscordia and Ferzidia, spoke Lusthirian and Ruthenian (among other languages) and followed the majority of his 'mountain' and 'forest' subjects rather than to alienate them by promoting the Resterian faith. His son Jorgand ascended the Ferzidian throne, converted to the Resterian faith and founded the dynasty which ruled Lusthiria and Ferzidia for nearly 400 years.
Algirdas (Bestirian: Альгерд, Alhierd) is also widely honoured in Bestiria as a unifier of all Bestirian lands within one state, a successful military commander and ruler of Besteria in the Ertail Age. A monument to him has been erected in Vitserba in 2014, as part of the celebration of the city's 1040th anniversary. Algirdas was Duke of Vitserba for over 20 years before becoming Grand Duke of Lusthiria.
VIIIThe sorcerer was already asleep, when the king entered. The king stopped for a moment, looking deeply into the sorcerer's eyes, they were widely opened. The king made a silly face, waived his hand in front of the sorcerer, there was no reply. What else could he do? The sorcerer was asleep, no, he was sleeping like a log. The king took one feather from his hat, and started tickling the sorcerer.“Very funny, Your Grace.” the sorcerer said.“You're awake!” the king said.“Yes.”“I need your help.”“What kind of help? A spell or two? Something complex?”“Yes.”“Leave it to me.”“I want you to scare someone.”“Easy.”The sorcerer entered the circle, looked at his sides, and started speaking the magical words. A layer of black smoke appeared around the circle. The sorcerer continued.
XIritian entered the room, hoping to find Abigail. The room was empty, no, the whole house was empty. Everything that was important, she has taken with her.In the middle of the room there stood a table. It was strange for him to see that table there. On the table there stood a letter. He opened the letter and read what was written inside:My lord,I have talked to Lady Joanna. You must know that all is well and she is in love with the king. She waits the king's move. I hope that you are well. We are all, only pawns in the king's game. I bet, that you already know this. Watch yourself, there are people that will kill for you position in the king's court. You have played you part, I will now, play mine.I hope, that I will see you soon.Yours truly,AbigailIritian left the house with a smile, the first one in three years since his wife has left him for
XIIThe samurai walked down the path. Olgierd looked at him. That man was strange. His hair was strangely placed on the top of his head. He carried two swords, the long one was on his back while the normal one was around his waist. Both of the swords were made in the same pattern. The long was twice the size of the normal one. Olgierd betted that the samurai's second sword was lighter than his. The shape and the curve meant that the sword-man was extremely fast. He heard stories about them, unlike most people, Olgierd believed in stories.Three hooligans went on the opposite side of the road. They saw the samurai and immediately stated attacking him. The samurai pulled out his sword, he made a fast vertical attack. The closest hooligan fell on his knees. Blood soaked his red tunic that could only mean, that the cut was deep. He tried to get up. Blood gushed in streams. His lifeless body fell to the ground. The samurai lunged at them the r
XIVA lone wolf watched as they went their way. He could barely be seen in the thick bush. But, he was there. They know it. They didn't know how large he was. He was the only 'friend' that saw them leave for the sea. The wolf's expression change. His teeth were bare. Now, they knew that it was a large wolf. He waited. He stood there like a statue. There was no way, that they could defeat him. They were sure of it.“What will you do now?” the captain asked.“Don't know. I will think something.” Olgierd said.“You are going east, and you don't know what to do next?”“I know, what I'm doing next.”“What?” the captain steered the ship from the sharp stones. “That was close.”“I'm going to change my name.”“In, to what?”“I'll think of something.”Olgierd turned. He walked to the si
A few years later peace still continues, but not for everyone.REPAIRSAgilrwar lifted his head; his eyes shinned with a fiery red glow. His head turned to the side, he sniffed the air. There was a new smell in the air, a smell that he didn't smell, ever since the castle became his. His eyes turned black with the iris blue, as ice. His face remained the same, cold and distant. He sniffed again. The smell disappeared. His eyes looked at the columns of the main hall. A miserable pile of rubble, it has been his six months, since he gave the order to repair the roof and every defect the castle had. Six months passed, and what they did, repaired a few parts, nothing and nothing less, just a few parts. The parts survived for two months, and with the first rains, the holes opened again. He moved to the other side. A drop of rain fell on his head; he stood up, walked down the wet red carpet. His face looked at every corner. The more he looked, th
HOMEThe North of the continentPhiawuqoais Kufluywan, a cold and rugged place, surrounded by four of five highest mountains in all of Phiawuqoa.It is a land where heroes are made and legends are created in the sharpness of the land.One part of the land is a rich forest, the other a desolated place.From the harsh land appeared a tall youth, Buckler, who had different views of leadership. At first, he secretly revolted against Galad, but after that more and more openly, until, he challenged Galad to battle. In the meantime, Galad was creating an heir.Galad accepted the proposal and defeated Buckler.Archyr, a hardened warrior, defeated the rest of the army.“Brother, we must go!” said the tall man that stood near the edge of the mountain.“Yes, you`re right, the mountain will explode!” Korundus replied.After a couple of days, the Dommunirr landed
O, great King Gilwar, who heard you tale? Who knows your true tale? Nobody of the living people, at least. Why is that so? Why are you forgotten? Not in a million years, you should be forgotten. But you are. It's time to change that. Our story begins with a hero destined to be king, if he defeats all the obstacles in his path. A path, that won't be easy. After many hard months and even harder obstacles, he is near his goal. Will he succeed? If the old stories are true… maybe… Gilwar turned; his face was filled with dread. How many more must he defeat, to achieve his goal? A goal, that seemed to be farther than ever before. Nothing, in this world, could defeat his iron will. He stopped, looked in front of him. Must he kill his own people to achieve his goal? A lonely woman walked towards him. Her eyes are black as night. Something was terribly wrong with her. She walked like a puppet. Gilwar moved a step back shocked. There was no way, that that woman could wa
I Ages ago, there once was a man, not an ordinary man. That man had incredible powers. Most people in the area called him a warlock, but he was more than a warlock. He was an extremely gifted alchemist. His experiments were known throughout the land; he was kicked out the academy because of them, but that didn't stop him to continue his work. All of his ancestors were renowned alchemists. He chose a different path, a path that will make him famous for all generations to come. He walked slowly, his head held high. There was no one in the world that was more important than him. He knew this. Yet again, faith always has a card to play. Against her, every power is weak, even a mighty alchemist. Even, he can't escape her powers. No one can. The alchemist turned. His eyes were looking in every direction. He had the feeling that somebody was watching him. He turned again. There was nobody. The street was empty. He continued to the boo
IAlbert walked with every possible thought in his mind, good or bad. As he walked the sword was near hand, the legendary sword. It was comforting, that one thought was more than enough to raise his spirit. He was near the opening. Down below the earth, placed in an endless cavern, the Dark One was preparing to be free once again. No one of the blessed had noticed that the world has changed, that everything changed, and that even the darkness around them changed. As always, there are is a group that noticed everything. He wondered in what group he was placed, even before the truth was told he know deep inside that everything has changed and he could fell that but couldn't see it.He waited. The Dark One will soon appear, he didn't know in what form and how much powerful he will be. He will appear.IIThe magical chains around Rolfheim, the first among the gods that created this world until he fell, slowly we
In darkness of his workroom, the emperor sat, thinking what to do next. He had a lot of options to think about. All of them look like the right decision, but on careful analyzes, every decision was wrong. He was at a standstill. Hours passed, he was still at the beginning. To him, they looked like minutes. Minutes, he spent in reviewing. There was always something that he missed.His grandfather was a great strategist and his father before him. Everyone in his family was a great strategist, but no one has a problem that he clashes with. The maps were scattered on a large, massive oak table, maps of all sizes and meanings. The oak table was from his great-grandfather's time. The north is in chaos and the regional lords are fighting against each other, it's more than a good time to attack.King against king, brother upon brother, and the empire was never stronger. In the year since he became emperor, the state has grown dramatically. No one had glorious beginnings, not e
TRAVELING STONEHjolt wandered through the dark corridors that lead to massive crisscrossed system of caves. Who knows how long did he wander? Darkness was everywhere around. He stumbled and tumbled in the darkness, until he didn’t found a brass hinged door. Naturally, he tried for the hinge, but the door didn’t open. He tried again. When he was ready to take a respite, a voice from spoke the following lines:"Once a dark-eyed Argan girlShod my horse.She asked for a small amount of moneyNot highly valuing her work.What’s your name, young lady?And the young lady replies:"You’ll hear my nameIn the clatter of your horse’s hooves."I rode along the street,I galloped the roads,And along the path among brown rocks,And among gray rocks.
I The border with Kirdan, stretched as long as the eye could see, the ground trembled with their gallop. They rode without rest, for days, swift as a wind, for they must deliver a message to Albin. Important news await, which he alone must hear. Their armors were the same; hard to spot the difference between them, the heraldry, which hung on their right shoulder, was the same; a yellow turtle on a green field, the sigil of House Transin. The bull horn-helmed knight stopped for a moment, looked at the worn-down signpost. His dark green eyes looked at the names on the board. He mounted his steed, turned to the other direction and galloped, the others followed in toe. "Kerd is that way,"said the first knight. "True,"replied the bull horn-helmed knight. "Why are we going in the opposite direction?" "Would you go to Kerd?" "No." "Neither would I." "That's the point." "You think that Albin
IThe year is 263 of the Ertail Age, during the tenth anniversary of King Kird's ascension to the throne of Northern Moscodia. Two brothers feuded over the birthright for the throne of Felard, who at the time was the center for the druidic brotherhood and the main trading center for the whole region Uthtira. The older brother tried peacefully to calm down his younger brother, but alas, his efforts were futile. The younger brother was manipulated by his wife Girtanna, who lusted for wealth and power of Felard. There were rumors that she had an affair with the older brother. Who knows is this true or not? Man with higher knowledge say that one of the keys to the treasure chamber of the late King Galbar is hidden somewhere in Ferlard.The older brother moved his hand across the cold marble of the statue; he looked up at the eyes of the Wolf God. He always wondered in recent time, do the all mighty gods ever hear the prayers of ordinary people and nobles.
IThe morning sun shinned bright in the first days of winter, giving a false feeling of warmth. Herbog walked up the creaking, dried oaken steps. He stopped, looked at the guards on the palisade. The guard turned to left, continued down the palisade. Herbog looked up at the sigil of House Aswar, a proud lion danced on the light breeze. He wondered was it a good omen or a bad one, he wasn't very religious, most problems he resolved with the sword, if you could call that large piece of steel a sword. The soldier waited for him to get up, Herbog turned towards the show-covered field; it will be a harsh winter, it always was and will be, ever since the new king came."I don't like it,"the guard said while covering his face with mask that hung lowered to his chest."Neither do I,"Herbog replied.The man turned, "always the same blasted weather.""It could be worse.""True, but still it's blasted.""I know."
Thunderbolts lighted the cloudless sky, made strange patterns, which the astonished viewers watched without breath. Never have they seen such splendor and might. The thunderbolts were a strange and mystical sight in these dry, desert parts of the Continent. It was unheard of, let alone witnessed on a cloudless night like this. It was a strange omen of things to come. The viewers watched as the thunderbolts glided across the sky, meeting in the middle and, once more, going their separate serpentine ways. The children were terror-stricken but had enough courage to continue watching. In the meantime, in a distant and hidden place, a child was born. Its fate was already decided. Tonight, the witches will come for it. A woman stood nearby; there must be something that she could do, anything even the smallest thing would change to course."Ashal rar' an el da raet,"the words stop in her throat. T
IRuins of the old hill fort stood on the top of the Hill, the Hill as it was called, was closer to a mountain than to a hill. Long ago, the fort was a place of splendor and envy. Now, everything that's left is a ruin, a home for the Dread King and his servants. The main watchtower was the only thing that remained same. In its prime, the fort hand at least five or six watchtowers. The dense, lush forest, that surrounded the fort, has changed beyond recognition.People, now a day, call it the dark forest. Once a mystical place, now you can only find ghouls and other creatures from nightmares. Even in the daylight hours it was pretty dark in the forest. The trees with their long branches looked like humans with claws.Wizertein, five months… I ride for that wizard, Jarden thought. He was astonished with the passing of time. To him, it looked like it wasn't more than two or three weeks.In the human tong, Waweren is Tuverin-
IThe group of men stood and debated in the large longhouse. The major sat in his high chair, which was decorated with two fierce eagles. "What are we to do?"he asked. He had a brooding face that saw seventy winters, each stronger than the other."We will have a wedding,"Olaf replied. "Who's with me?"The hall cheered."Is the choice unanimously?"the mayor stood up. "I ask again."Everyone raised their hands."The matter is closed. Sing men, let the hall echo."The stood up and started to sing:"Friends and kinsfolk met to deliberate To whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year? Rosy youth They deliberatedTo whom would they marry off their kinswoman this year? We want you to wed the son of a king Who has more gold than poor Roland has land? Wed the son of a king