are to fight at
all, that is...?" Moriambra added, carefully.
All eyes fell squarely on
Munda, and he was forced to reply.
"Alas," he said, "my King
has other matters he needs me to attend to, and I would therefore
be unable to fight by your side."
"But your skills are
undeniably impressive," she said. "Would you not be able to block
incoming enemy arrows? Would you not be able to confuse the tongues
of the enemy so they could not communicate their plans to each
other? Would you not be able to put a hundred thousand of the enemy
to sleep so we could more easily slaughter them?"
This time Munda
had a ready response, as he was on firmer footing. "You will notice
that the soldiers I bring to add to your number are all warriors in
some fashion. Some are infantrymen, some are archers. You might
notice further that there are no mages among them. The magic of
Ebulon is no longer effective against this enemy. My own magic
would fail - would be blocked, rather - by the dark magicks beyond
the gate. The enemy has studied our magical attacks and rendered
them irrelevant in battle. Well, almost irrelevant."
He paused for a breath,
and Moriambra seemed ready with the obvious question, so Munda
continued, "The mages among you are all... exotic, at least to the
enemy mages. Your abilities and methods may well be novel, offering
you unforeseen advantages. And I'm given to understand that some of
the lesser mages will be assisting in the defence directly, when
the assault comes, for we are still able to defend against some of
the magical attacks that will come.
"You are not alone," he
said, raising his voice and addressing them all, "and we stand with
you. Even though I am not to stand at your side in the battle, I
still work with you and for you, in ways I cannot explain to you.
My fight will be just as dangerous as yours."
Moriambra cut to the
chase. "Will you return me to my proper place, along with anyone
else who wishes to return home?"
Munda nodded solemnly. "I
will do all I can."
Moriambra didn't think
that sounded very reassuring.
This Entry Point features
characters from:
The Kinnon Gate by Neil
Shooter
Now available.
These characters are also
from the upcoming series The Circles of Old beginning
with The Lay of Old Follies.
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Entry Point 5 - By R.M.
McDaniel
Zelphan sat outside in the tall green grass.
His eyes were closed and he looked like he was meditating. Xazaz,
Zelphan’s phoenix friend knew better. “Have you heard anything?” He
asked and Zelphan opened an eye, and then closed it. “Nothing yet,
I don’t know what’s going on. It’s been days since the wind has
spoken to me.”
“ The wind will speak when it’s
ready.”
Zelphan didn’t say anything. He
knew from experience not to question the bird that has lived longer
than he can fathom. He sat there in the grass waiting, and finally
a subtle breeze caressed his face. There
is trouble and your help is needed. In a land far away there is the
Kingdom of Ebulon. It is the last free stronghold and terrible Orcs
seek to destroy and kill all who inhabit it. You must go there and
help save the kingdom or all will be lost. Take your sword and
Xazaz and make haste.
Zelphan’s eyes flew open at the end of the
wind’s message. He hadn’t heard of the Kingdom of Ebulon or Orcs
before. He was going to need help with this one. He turned to
Xazaz, “What is the Kingdom of Ebulon?”
Xazaz cocked his head to the side, “Kingdom of
Ebulon? I don’t know, why?”
“ I’ve just been instructed to go
there, all will be lost if we don’t stand and fight against
something the wind called Orcs.”
“ Orcs?” Xazaz squawked with
surprise.
“ You know what they
are?”
“ A long, long time ago,
all, that is...?" Moriambra added, carefully.
All eyes fell squarely on
Munda, and he was forced to reply.
"Alas," he said, "my King
has other matters he needs me to attend to, and I would therefore
be unable to fight by your side."
"But your skills are
undeniably impressive," she said. "Would you not be able to block
incoming enemy arrows? Would you not be able to confuse the tongues
of the enemy so they could not communicate their plans to each
other? Would you not be able to put a hundred thousand of the enemy
to sleep so we could more easily slaughter them?"
This time Munda
had a ready response, as he was on firmer footing. "You will notice
that the soldiers I bring to add to your number are all warriors in
some fashion. Some are infantrymen, some are archers. You might
notice further that there are no mages among them. The magic of
Ebulon is no longer effective against this enemy. My own magic
would fail - would be blocked, rather - by the dark magicks beyond
the gate. The enemy has studied our magical attacks and rendered
them irrelevant in battle. Well, almost irrelevant."
He paused for a breath,
and Moriambra seemed ready with the obvious question, so Munda
continued, "The mages among you are all... exotic, at least to the
enemy mages. Your abilities and methods may well be novel, offering
you unforeseen advantages. And I'm given to understand that some of
the lesser mages will be assisting in the defence directly, when
the assault comes, for we are still able to defend against some of
the magical attacks that will come.
"You are not alone," he
said, raising his voice and addressing them all, "and we stand with
you. Even though I am not to stand at your side in the battle, I
still work with you and for you, in ways I cannot explain to you.
My fight will be just as dangerous as yours."
Moriambra cut to the
chase. "Will you return me to my proper place, along with anyone
else who wishes to return home?"
Munda nodded solemnly. "I
will do all I can."
Moriambra didn't think
that sounded very reassuring.
This Entry Point features
characters from:
The Kinnon Gate by Neil
Shooter
Now available.
These characters are also
from the upcoming series The Circles of Old beginning
with The Lay of Old Follies.
Goodreads
profile: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6879087.Neil_Shooter Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/neilshooter Facebook author page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Neil-Shooter/404715356282918?ref=hl
Entry Point 5 - By R.M.
McDaniel
Zelphan sat outside in the tall green grass.
His eyes were closed and he looked like he was meditating. Xazaz,
Zelphan’s phoenix friend knew better. “Have you heard anything?” He
asked and Zelphan opened an eye, and then closed it. “Nothing yet,
I don’t know what’s going on. It’s been days since the wind has
spoken to me.”
“ The wind will speak when it’s
ready.”
Zelphan didn’t say anything. He
knew from experience not to question the bird that has lived longer
than he can fathom. He sat there in the grass waiting, and finally
a subtle breeze caressed his face. There
is trouble and your help is needed. In a land far away there is the
Kingdom of Ebulon. It is the last free stronghold and terrible Orcs
seek to destroy and kill all who inhabit it. You must go there and
help save the kingdom or all will be lost. Take your sword and
Xazaz and make haste.
Zelphan’s eyes flew open at the end of the
wind’s message. He hadn’t heard of the Kingdom of Ebulon or Orcs
before. He was going to need help with this one. He turned to
Xazaz, “What is the Kingdom of Ebulon?”
Xazaz cocked his head to the side, “Kingdom of
Ebulon? I don’t know, why?”
“ I’ve just been instructed to go
there, all will be lost if we don’t stand and fight against
something the wind called Orcs.”
“ Orcs?” Xazaz squawked with
surprise.
“ You know what they
are?”
“ A long, long time ago,
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