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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 09 Aug 2011 at 11:04
Belthazor would like to say that he strode triumphantly through the halls of the Illians, flinging his enemies aside with the power of the Air. But the truth was he strode triumphantly- in the wake of Harry.
Harry never even reacted to the elves who charged at him, tears flowing down their cheeks, thinking that they would revenge their great leader. They didn't expect for a shard of darkness to impale them, then ram them against the wall- but by which time they were dead and their energies sucked out of their bodies.
Harry was magnificient, and just a tiny bit terrifying. A group of Illians came round the corner; a cloud of darkness engulfed them. When the cloud  cleared, a group of skeletons clattered to the floor.
Soon, word of their arrival spread through the castle. Word of the two young men, the men who had killed Lord Pelimont, the men who marched towards the tallest tower with Death (quite literally) in their wake. For the first time, the Illians felt fear. Fear caused by, of all things, humans. Soon Harry and Belthazor were disturbed no longer. and they had a clear march up to the Tallest Tower. Soon they were in they were facing the vault.
Belthazor glanced at Harry, who was examining the lock carefully.
He stood up. 
"It's an 8 digit combination lock, fused to the door. It'll take us days to get through there- we'll have to call for some proper equipment."
Belthazor shook his head, once. "I've wasted enough time. Nokigon could already be dead. He held out his hand, and with a huge surge of power ripped the door off it's hinges.
Harry watched, open mouthed, as Belthazor crumpled his hand into a fist- and the door followed suit. It rolled into a neat ball, and placed itself behind Belth.
Without waiting a second longer, Belthazor walked into the vault.
There was piles upon piles of gold, at a look Harry judged there to be over 50 million's worth. But that was the most commonplace of items. There were weapons, jewellery, books of sorcery, and at the very top of the pile was a chest. Belthazor ignored the riches around him and waved his hand. The chest clicked and fell open.
Inside, there were treasures of value beyond gold. There was a sword, one hand and a half sword that Harry picked up. It shone with a soft light, and Harry's face calmed instantly. He took a deep breath, and the sword shone brighter.
"Peace," Belthazor muttered. It was a sword last seen in the land of the Windseekers, having been passed down the male line for generations. It was said to be able to bring calm to the holder.
Belthazor looked back at the chest, pulling out amulets with huge magical powers, placing them inside his coat. Occasionally he would give choice things to Harry, like spellbooks or amulets. Then, in a small side pocket, Belthazor found the vial. He stood up, knowing time was short. He met Harry's eyes, the eyes which were now so much calmer. 
"Until we meet again," Belthazor said.
Harry nodded once. Belthazor thrust his hand upwards and ripped a hole through the ceiling. He activated one of the amulets and shot into the air- he was flying, flying, flying, flying so fast towards the Middle Kingdom, where Nokigon lay so close to death.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 12 Aug 2011 at 10:19
Nokigon was moaning in the darkened room where he had been kept for the last week. Due to the incredible healing powers belonging to the Centrum healers, he had been kept alive for far longer than he would have under the care of any other healer. But he was failing. His life force was slipping away, and all inside Centrum had given him up for dead. All expect one.
Queen Susan sat by his bedside as she had for the last week, her head bowed. She was not crying. It seemed that she had used any tears she had. After a while, long after the candles had been lit, her head drooped and she fell asleep.
Barely minutes after  Queen Susan had fallen asleep, a gust of wind rushed through the window, and Belthazor appeared inside the room. He glanced at Susan, and then turned his attention onto his friend. Nokigon was very close to death. Belthazor a quiet prayer to the Gods of Illyria, the duo who took the form of a Cat and a Crow, who arrived in the wake of a storm to provide help to those who need it.
Nokigon certainly needed help now. Belth cut away a section of his shirt, and looked at the wound over his heart. 
It was not pretty. The wound had turned a sort of sickly green colour, it was still weeping blood and the skin near the wound was badly bruised. Belthazor hardened his heart, pulled the cork out of the vial of antidote- and let three drops fall, one, after the other.
For a moment, time seemed to slow as the drops fell- slowly, oh so slowly- through the air. Then, the drops fell on the wound.
For a nanosecond, nothing happened. Then there was a huge crack of lightning- and Nokigon's eyes snapped open. He looked without seeing for a moment- then he screamed.
This was not a normal scream. It was amplified by a thousand fold. It woke up Queen Susan, and it brought the sound of footsteps running through the corridor. And still Nokigon screamed, his eyes as wide as saucers. And then the scream was over.
But in the last few seconds, something else had come out of Nokigon's mouth. A dark, shadow like creature came flying out and rocketed straight for Belthazor. Belthazor could feel such malice and hate emanating from the monster that he recoiled slightly from it.
A lesser man would have turned and ran. But Belthazor was more than that. And what's more, he could understand that this was the true poison- some sort of Melder entity that had been so close to snuffing out the life of his friend. Belthazor had never felt such hate.
So when the monster charged at Belth, Belthazor held out his arm and used the power of the Air to rip through the creature.
The shadows that made up the monster trailed away, and Belthazor knew it was dead. By now, the doctors arrived, and Belthazor examined the wound.
It was unrecognisable. The wound had sealed over, it looked like a two week old injury caused by a glancing blow.The bruising had vanished, there was no sign of blood. Nokigon was in perfect health now- in fact, most hospitals would have him sent to his own home to make up space for other patients.
He turned around, thinking only of his comfortable four poster bed in one of the towers- but Queen Susan flung herself upon him in thanks.
"I don't know what you did but thank you!" Queen Susan wept into his shoulder.
Belthazor gently rubbed Queen Susan's back and grinned. There were definite advantages in being a hero.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 02 Sep 2011 at 14:22
Apologies for long wait- have been on holiday. Still.... no-one seems to notice :-((

It was unusual for Nokigon to feel bored, as he usually had something to do. But as he had been taken out of the hospital nearly three weeks ago, Belthazor had left for Perrigor and he had duelled and defeated many Centrum knights, that was exactly how he felt. 
He also was, quite frankly, embarrased. Although he was the once who had killed Nige, his powers of sorcery were too weak to block the shower of Melder poison. Despite the multitude of people that told him that anybody would've been hit by the poison, that the poison was simply too quick for him to block it all, he felt inadequate- something that wasn't helped by his friend saving him for the second time.
So, he flung himself into deep magical training. Soon, he was equal in power to the highest mages- but Nokigon knew that it wasn't good enough. If Nokigon had a flaw, it was pride. And his pride made him set unreasonable expectations for himself.
Take now, for example. He had created avatars of five dragons, and he set himself to defeat them.
He blasted them with fire, and water, and ice, and poison and air itself, but he defeated all but one. The fifth one was too strong for Nokigon, and in rage he terminated the avatar, as the creator could do. 
Perhaps luckily for the land around Centrum, which could only take only so many attack from Dragonkin and Magic, Nokigon was summoned to King Sigurd for a new assignment.
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King Sigurd leant forward and plucked a grape from the bunch on the table. There was just three sitting on comfortable armchairs around the fire, and these were the young King, Nokigon and (Nokigon's heart gave a jolt) Queen Susan, looking almost painfully beautiful in a gown with a low neckline. The two solved their problem by avoiding the other's gaze, and King Sigurd either didn't notice- or pretended he didn't.
"Now, Nokigon, I'm almost certain you shared Belthazor's memory of the events which transpired when you'd been poisoned?"
Nokigon and Queen Susan both winced at this callous reference to such a painful time, but Nokigon smoothly agreed that he had indeed.
"Well, in that case you'll remember the Parvacones. Now, we did some digging into that organisation and we discovered that the Kobolds were in the pay of the Illians." Nokigon nodded; they had guessed as much.
King Sigurd continued; "But what we also found out was that the attack was the Parvacones' idea. You see, they are continuing their attack on the three Dwarven Clans and they did this to appease the Illians, and perhaps even gain THEIR services for their fight. This is unacceptable."
Nokigon knew what was coming. He had to bring a company of Knights and crush the Parvacones, he'd be thanked by the Dwarves and then return home...
"We want you to go there alone and make your way to Clan Bealagh. Your services will be invaluable there, where the defence is weakest."
This was a small surprise to Nokigon, who wasn't used to such Covert operations. However, he stood and bowed deeply.
"It will be an honour, your majesty."
He left quietly, and moved straight for his room in one of the towers. He wanted to pack quickly and be gone in the early lights in the morning. 
Yet a few minutes after he arrived in his room, the door opened and a tall and willowy figure slipped inside his room. Nokigon turned around- and caught his breath.
"I just wanted to wish you luck, and to say... stay safe." Queen Susan's voice shook slightly, but she kept her posture proud.
Nokigon slowly walked forwards, until Susan was right in front of him.
"I'm always careful."
Susan laughed gently. It was a rich, beautiful, clear sound. Nokigon's heart ached. "Apart from all of the time."
Nokigon smiled gently, aware of everything about this situation. How it was late. How Susan's breath, coming hot and fast, smelt of oranges and something else, something slightly more spicy. How they were way too close. Impulsively, he took Susan's  hand. It was soft, so soft...
"We shouldn't." Queen Susan whispered, but she did not draw away, and then suddenly they were kissing, Nokigon and Susan, kissing, and there was nothing in the world except Susan, the scent of her perfume, his hand on her gown, gently moving to the lacing at the back-
They broke apart. They stared at each other for a long moment, drinking in the sight of the other. For a moment, they were one. Then Queen Susan lifted her chin up and stepped closer to Nokigon.
"I don't care anymore, Nokigon. I love you." His lips found hers again, and pushing thoughts of Sigurd away he gently placed his hand on the back of her gown...


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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 10 Sep 2011 at 21:33
Next chapter coming soon?
�I do not love the bright sword for it's sharpness, nor the arrow for it's swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend� - J.R.R. Tolkien
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 11 Sep 2011 at 09:18
I'm doing it, I'm doing it...... Sheesh ;-)
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 13 Sep 2011 at 20:04
Nokigon stared into the fire in the woods in the north east of Tor Carrock, and finally forced himself to face the one, simple but hellish question.
What have I done?
He decided to look at it logically. He'd had an affair with another man's wife, this man happened to be his King, he'd then left to go and fight the Parvacones leaving a huge question mark inside his heart. But on the bright side, he was for away from Sigurd in Tor Carrock! He felt a maniacal urge to laugh, but he kept it under control.
He hated to admit it, but he knew that it shouldn't go on. But even the thought of stopping anything made his heart start screaming in his chest. No, he couldn't face stopping it. This left him with a various large dilemma, since he knew he would be facing death should  the affair be discovered.
Almost thankfully for Nokigon, he heard a twig snap nearby. In seconds his sword was in his hand and he was pointing a crossbow at the source of the noise.
"Who's there?" he called. He was answered with silence for a few seconds, then he heard another snap. He quickly realised he was surrounded. 
"If you don't come out right now then you'll get a crossbow bolt." he called, his voice cold and calculating.
A group of dwarves appeared from the shadows, all holding their own crossbows. Nokigon pursued his lips.
"Drop your weapons." cried the lead dwarf.
Nokigon sighed and tossed his crossbow and sword down. 
"Come and get me then," he called wearily, and the dwaves advanced.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 03 Oct 2011 at 17:13
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 08 Oct 2011 at 19:30
waits for the next chapter
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 28 Oct 2011 at 11:20
Nokigon decided that he didn't like dwarves. Horrible, nasty, short people.... 
After the dwarves had captured him, he'd been blindfolded and then walked for what felt like an age. Finally, the blindfold had been removed- and what sight awaited him, but an incredible hall that could only have been made by dwarves. Fire from torches set in even placements around the walls lit the magnificent room. It was made from marble, dark marble, and was held up by large columns. Four long tables took up most of the hall, and another table sat on a raised section of the Hall. And on this raised table, sat three dwarves.
The dwarf on the left was, quite simply, fat. He has a long, silver beard, and his chair was pushed far back so that his stomach would not touch the table. His plate was piled high with food, and even as Nokigon watched he picked up a chicken leg and ripped off most of the flesh, and chewed. To prevent himself from feeling ill, Nokigon turned his attention elsewhere.
The dwarf on the right, was lean and muscular. He wore thick Dwarven plate-mail, with shining silver chain mail on his arms and other such places. His axe and shield were in easy reach, and the hilt of a sword poked up above the table. Nokigon recognized this man. He was a  vicious warrior.
The dwarf in the centre was old, very old. He was wrinkled, wrinkled from the pressure of years and years of hardship and cruelty pressing down on him. His hair and beard were pure white, and he was thin. But it was his eyes the told the story of the man. The years showed in his eyes, all the pain and hardship of dozens of years. And all that sorrow and regret.... It was shown in the kindness of his gaze. Even as he looked down at Nokigon, a captive, this kindness shone through like a beacon.
Yet this kindness didn't stop him from being bound and handcuffed and thrown in the dungeon. Nokigon really didn't like dwarves. 
But, now all that was left for him to do was to escape and gain the support of these dwarves, who could only be Clan Bealagh.
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Direct Link To This Post Posted: 30 Oct 2011 at 20:48
This the exciting part. I cannot wait for the next episode
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