The Veredor Chronicles: Book 02 - The Journey West by E J Gilmour Page B
Authors: E J Gilmour
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handsome man with dark hair and a sallow complexion. Eben caught him glancing at Princess Apherah. It was clear that the Duke was also awestruck by her beauty.
‘ I introduce you to Sir Artur of the Takalian Knights.’ Sir Artur was a young man and appeared to be very calm and composed. His hair was dark and his skin pale. ‘Beside Sir Artur is seated Mostyn of the Fire Order.’ Mostyn was a short man with knotted dark hair to his shoulders and a deep look of concentration in his dark and sunken eyes. His beard was shaggy and tangled. He was wearing a dusty brown leather cloak and looked like a homeless vagrant.
‘Beside Mostyn are seated Sir Acel and Sir Leron of the Desert Knights.’ They both had their faces covered by black metal masks and were clothed in the manner of the Desert Knights. ‘To the right of Sir Leron are seated Eben, Champion of Ortaria, Sir Red, and Lady Stella of Ortaria. Beside Lady Stella is King Lenard of Everdon.’ King Lenard was a thin and tall man with dark hair and a sickly complexion. He was young, perhaps only in his mid-twenties, and he was adorned in some of the finest silk clothing Eben had ever seen, but he was certainly not a good looking man by anyone’s summation. He had an awkward expression fixed constantly to his face, as if he was in a constant state of discomfort.
‘Beside King Lenard is seated Prince Armida of Ateria.’ Prince Armida was a sharp looking man with curly black hair. The Prince was considering each person as King Edric introduced the council. ‘Beside Prince Armida of Ateria are seated Duke Ettore and Duchess Cornelia of the Isles of Dawn.’ Both the Duke and Duchess were very old; they looked to be scholars rather than warriors. ‘And finally, beside Queen Sera is seated Sir Aksel of Scaldonia.’ Sir Aksel was a man of great stature and had strong features, a weathered face, and long blond hair. He was wearing the dark rough armour of the Scaldonian Knights.
‘You are all aware of the evil that is growing in Veredor, and many of you have already expressed to me the dire circumstances that you face in your homelands,’ said King Edric. ‘I believe if we work together, like in the ancient days of the Ecorian Empire, we could match anything that could come against us. Now I will ask Sir Acartor to inform you of what he knows about our enemy.’
King Edric sat down. They all turned to look at the Fiorian Acartor. Acartor stood up and looked around at all those seated for several moments.
‘ My story begins twenty eight years ago. At that time the Fiorian Order became aware of the presence of two powerful Northern Sorcerers who had risen from obscurity to rule the Kaznor Empire in the north. You are all aware of these two sorcerers; the kinsmen, Baramak and Azagord. They were sorcerers of a level of power previously unknown in Veredor. In two years they subdued the Kaznor Empire and divided it between themselves. Azagord ruled the capital Zarkanor and the lands surrounding the Golden Sea, and Baramak ruled the Magor Forest and the lands in the west of Kaznor. For a single year they reigned and were completely unmatched. Not a Skathean and certainly no other Northern Sorcerer had the power to challenge them. They ruled Kaznor as unchallenged tyrants. There was little that the Fiorians could do; the Kaznor Empire was beyond the reach of our order.’
‘A year later something changed. At the time we thought a third Northern Sorcerer had risen to challenge the power of Azagord and Baramak. Little was known about this new individual. The only news we heard was that he called himself the Master. Within a year he had taken control of all of Kaznor. This Master was different to other sorcerers; he didn’t only defeat his enemies, he subdued and subjugated them. Azagord and Baramak became his servants, and before long he united all the Northern Sorcerers for the first time in history. Within that same year he had also taken control of the entire Skathean
‘ I introduce you to Sir Artur of the Takalian Knights.’ Sir Artur was a young man and appeared to be very calm and composed. His hair was dark and his skin pale. ‘Beside Sir Artur is seated Mostyn of the Fire Order.’ Mostyn was a short man with knotted dark hair to his shoulders and a deep look of concentration in his dark and sunken eyes. His beard was shaggy and tangled. He was wearing a dusty brown leather cloak and looked like a homeless vagrant.
‘Beside Mostyn are seated Sir Acel and Sir Leron of the Desert Knights.’ They both had their faces covered by black metal masks and were clothed in the manner of the Desert Knights. ‘To the right of Sir Leron are seated Eben, Champion of Ortaria, Sir Red, and Lady Stella of Ortaria. Beside Lady Stella is King Lenard of Everdon.’ King Lenard was a thin and tall man with dark hair and a sickly complexion. He was young, perhaps only in his mid-twenties, and he was adorned in some of the finest silk clothing Eben had ever seen, but he was certainly not a good looking man by anyone’s summation. He had an awkward expression fixed constantly to his face, as if he was in a constant state of discomfort.
‘Beside King Lenard is seated Prince Armida of Ateria.’ Prince Armida was a sharp looking man with curly black hair. The Prince was considering each person as King Edric introduced the council. ‘Beside Prince Armida of Ateria are seated Duke Ettore and Duchess Cornelia of the Isles of Dawn.’ Both the Duke and Duchess were very old; they looked to be scholars rather than warriors. ‘And finally, beside Queen Sera is seated Sir Aksel of Scaldonia.’ Sir Aksel was a man of great stature and had strong features, a weathered face, and long blond hair. He was wearing the dark rough armour of the Scaldonian Knights.
‘You are all aware of the evil that is growing in Veredor, and many of you have already expressed to me the dire circumstances that you face in your homelands,’ said King Edric. ‘I believe if we work together, like in the ancient days of the Ecorian Empire, we could match anything that could come against us. Now I will ask Sir Acartor to inform you of what he knows about our enemy.’
King Edric sat down. They all turned to look at the Fiorian Acartor. Acartor stood up and looked around at all those seated for several moments.
‘ My story begins twenty eight years ago. At that time the Fiorian Order became aware of the presence of two powerful Northern Sorcerers who had risen from obscurity to rule the Kaznor Empire in the north. You are all aware of these two sorcerers; the kinsmen, Baramak and Azagord. They were sorcerers of a level of power previously unknown in Veredor. In two years they subdued the Kaznor Empire and divided it between themselves. Azagord ruled the capital Zarkanor and the lands surrounding the Golden Sea, and Baramak ruled the Magor Forest and the lands in the west of Kaznor. For a single year they reigned and were completely unmatched. Not a Skathean and certainly no other Northern Sorcerer had the power to challenge them. They ruled Kaznor as unchallenged tyrants. There was little that the Fiorians could do; the Kaznor Empire was beyond the reach of our order.’
‘A year later something changed. At the time we thought a third Northern Sorcerer had risen to challenge the power of Azagord and Baramak. Little was known about this new individual. The only news we heard was that he called himself the Master. Within a year he had taken control of all of Kaznor. This Master was different to other sorcerers; he didn’t only defeat his enemies, he subdued and subjugated them. Azagord and Baramak became his servants, and before long he united all the Northern Sorcerers for the first time in history. Within that same year he had also taken control of the entire Skathean
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