Fate of a Swordsman

Word from Bromarth

 

5 days later, the guild went about there business, then all of a sudden an elvish rider wearing Bromarthian royal cloths came through the moongate. He approached Lord Britishes Castle. The guards stopped him.

 

Halt said the guard. What is your business?

I come from The Canatas council, I have an urgant message for Lord British.

You may pass. The elf made his way to Lord Britishes throne room. Lord British looked at the elf strangly.

Who might you be? said Lord British

I come from The Canatas council in Bromarth, did you know there are 30,000 orcs headed your way.

Lord British fell out of his seat, say that again he quivered.

30,000 orcs M'Lord, they bare the symbol of Denomath.

Oh no said Lord British, our forces have withered from Orcish attacks in the past few months, we have but 2000 men left in our army.

What about the local guilds? said the Elf

Another 2000 men, which puts us at 4000, still not even enough to destroy an army of 30,000 orcs.

How many days are they from here? asked Lord British

15 days said the Elf

Tell me Lord British said the elf, what is it that Denomath wants from you?

Well considering my doom is near anyway, come follow me.

The elf followed Lord British down to a hidden chamber, there on the wall was the orange glowing sword.

What sorcery is this? asked the Elf.

The sword of Peace said Lord British, it has been a family secret for years.

This sword must be destroyed said the Elf.

No said Lord British, who can carry such a power?

I dont know, I must make leave, I will send whatever I can to aid you, good day.

 

 

 

1 hour later a great horn was sounded, it was the call to arms horn.

 

Not again said Caend.

Quick everyone, we must see Lord British immediatly.

Vas Rel Por

Stay here with the child Zeladon.

The guild walked through the moongate. It lead to Lord Britishes throne room.

What is the trouble? asked Seth

Our doom is the matter said Lord British

What do you mean? asked Seth.

30,000 orcs from Denomath are coming said Lord British, we are but 4000 men.

This is not good said Seth.

Prepare what is left of your guild said Lord British, for these are the last 15 days we shall live.

Give me the Sword yelled Bwoire, I will take it out of here, they seek the sword, let me destroy it!

I would never trust an elf to the sword of peace.

Scott should of killed you when he had the chance yelled Caend, your greed shall be the death of your kingdom!

Shut your mouth before I cut out your tonge.

Bwoire pulled out his sword and held it to his throat, give us the sword.

You can kill me said Lord British, but you will never find it.

Bwoire pulled back his sword, lets go he said, we'll show these orcs how real men fight, unlike the cowardly king of Britania.

Seth opened up a gate and the guild walked through.