The Paladin's Journey

Etzin's eyes fluttered open. Being a dwarf, he normally recovered quickly after getting drunk. He sat up and looked around. The bar was a mess. Avion was fighting the battle-scarred orc, and Danny was taking on the elf and the human. The trolls were circling they fray, looking for opportunities to cheap shot their opponents.
"Why'd ye have ta go an' start all of the fun without me lads?" Etzin said, chuckling. He got up and wielded his hammer. He jumped in front of one troll and hit him in the face with raw power. The blow crushed it's skull, and it lay motionless in a heap on the floor.
The other troll watched in horror at what had befallen his comrade. He turned and made a beeline straight for the door, but Danny appeared out of nowhere and blocked his path. The troll had just enough time to see both the human's and the elf's bodies lying across the floor, both mutilated from many puncture wounds, before two daggers were thrust into his heart.
Avion was in a deadlock with the orc. Neither one o them was giving the other any ground, and the battle seemed to go on for ages. Finally, Avion was able to slam the butt of his weapon into the orc's chest, stunning him momentarily. He then kicked him in the stomach, which sent the warrior crashing to the ground. As he tried to get back up, he found himself pinned by two hammers. He looked up to see Etzin and Avion standing over him. "This isn't over, paladin. Sparc will yet fall!" he yelled. With those words, he reached into a pouch and quickly took out a faintly glowing purple crystal. He crushed it in his palm, and vanished into thin air.

 

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"What was that all about?" Etzin asked, his face lined with concern. Since he had been in a drunken state, he didn't remember how it started. "I don't know," Avion said, "But we should report this to my father, the king. If anyone knows what to do, he does."
So Avion, Danny, and Etzin sped through the forest on horseback. Danny rode with Avion because he didn't have a ride of his own. They reached the gate of a walled city, with turrets about every fifty feet or so, about an hour later, and after signaling the guards, the drawbridge opened and the group crossed the bridge.

It was midday, so the city was bustling with activity. Merchants shouted from their stalls, selling exotic looking clothes and jewels. The grocer had brought in a fresh supply of fruit, and business was going smoothly. Commoners and nobles milled about, doing business and shopping. A mugger was seen beating on a helpless victim in a few alleyways and some fights were being broken up by soldiers. A typical day in Cyrius, the capital of Sparc.

The three friends reached the castle entry gate and went inside. Banners hung from the walls, alternating with stained glass windows depicting the heroic deeds of past royalty. One showed a knight in blood red armor fighting a two-headed ogre, and another showed a wizard calling down a large ball of fire upon an army of goblins. But they had no time to admire them as they raced through the main hallway toward the throne room.

 

I noticed a few auto corrects cuz I'm writing this in my notes section and then copy and pasting haha. But most of them you'd be able to notice yourself an correct

 

Avion pushed open the tall oaken doors and burst into the room. He ran forward towards the throne, remembering to kneel in reverence at the last second. An old man stood up and walked forward. He placed a hand on Avion's shoulder, and said, "Rise." Avion stood up just as Etzin and Danny entered the room. They knelt to the old man as well. He gestured to them, and they, too, stood up.

The king was a very old man. His face had been worn with time. His wrinkled forehead was covered by straightened white hair, and a jeweled crown of solid gold sat upon his head. His eyes shone with the wisdom of many generations, and his purple regal robes were dazzled with gem stones and golden circles and designs. The purple silk shone in the light, and you could almost see you reflection.
"What news, my son? You seem a bit distraught," the old king said to Avion. His face was that of a concerned father that had just learned his son had gotten into some trouble. "Father," Avion replied, "We were attacked at the tavern in Therrien. But not by your run of the mill everyday bandits. No, these were skilled warriors, who attempted to kidnap us!" The words came flowing out in a rush. "Slow down, my son," the king interrupted him. "Tell me exactly what happened to you."

And so he did. Avion told him of the goblin problem, their meeting of the strangers at the tavern, and the brawl that took place. Etzin and Danny chimed in when they noticed that he overlooked a detail. The king soaked it all in, hearing every word and nodding as he listened. His returned to the concerned look he had had earlier, then his eyes grew wide as Avion told him about the orc saying that Sparc will fall.

 

I'll put you in when I can Arical!

 

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"Did he say anything else?" the king almost shouted at Avion. His eyes were wild. Avion had never seen him in such a state. His lip was quivering and his body was shaking. "No. I'm sorry but that is all he said before he vanished," Avion told the king.
"You must go. All of you must go now to the city of Hengys. There you shall find a sage. His name is Arical. He is able to help you more than I."
"Wait, father! What's going on?"
"Something of more importance than anything that has happened in the history of the kingdom. What happens on your journey could mean either the continuance or the destruction of the entire realm. But that is al I can tell you. Now go! Gather what you need and hurry to Hengys and to Arical!"

The three of them left the throne room in confusion. They walked toward the gates of the city, yet they were still to discover just what lay before them.



End of Chapter 1