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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The Writings Of Reno Gramali - Chapter 2 - The Initiation, and the Apple
“The court of Season's was in session. Spring and Winter. Summer and Fall. All of the Season's had a guard with them, as well as a wolf guard, which also could speak the common tounge... except for one. The court of Winter had with her, a wolf that rumaged through the waste of our food, and feasted with a disgusting nature. The “Faceless”, a great General, known for skining his victim's face and placing it over his own bloodiy skull, was also present with the court of Winter. Before long, the Wolfof Winter caused the inevitable outbreak, and the ”Faceless“ made quick to ally the court of Winter with us, against Spring.
“We have sworn an oath of alegence with the Algaia!”
he belowed
“Are we suppose to take that on face value?”
i almost said.
after seeing him wield his sword so effectivlly, i look back on those days, and am greatful i kept my lips sealed.”
Writen from the experience of Ifore Arneson, Soldier of the Harna Requain, present at the Liberation of Loren.
Max and i had scarecly entered the fields of Vangard when we were approched by two men, their Tabard's in blue and gold, and in the centre of it, a wolf, embroded to show that they were two of the wolf's finest guards. a fence surounded the only avalable entrance, leaving a a gap for carts, goods, and visitors to enter.
”Welcome to the Fare of Norsca. You have done well to travle so far, but now i must bid you to tell us of your busness hear. Should your news bare any suspision, then alas, i shall have to send you back over the mountians.“
Max steped forward, and cleared his throat.
”To whom are we speaking with?“ he said in a gentle, but firm voice.
”We are the Gate Keeper's. Gildernstern is my name, and with me is Ronancranze.“
”Well, Ronancranze and Gildernstern, i am Max Denar, and this here, is Reno Gramali, and we are in haste. Can you please send a messenger to the Capitan of the Harna Requain, whom should have camp with the Algaia? Tell them of our names, and that Reno has finally come to aid us with his knowlage of the land.”
”So, your a Ranger, my young friend? Very well, we will send a messenger at once. Ronancranze, if you could find someone to send the messege?”
Ronancranze saluted to his partner, and went into a large tent that was pitched behind the fence.
”What is more, is i shall bid you passage to the Fare. I belive you to be friends, especially if you are in leauge with a man such as capitan Les Le Breios.”
He then produced two large tankards, and placed them under a barrel. Out of the barrel, and into the tankards, he poured a dark amber brew. When both tankards were filled, he placed them in our hands.
”We bid you, enter. Abide our laws, and you may drink, be merry, join contests of strength and wit as you see fit... however, we ask this of both of you, for you both seem to be hardend by previous combat. keep your weapons by you at all times, for we know not when the call to arms will arise... Now! Enter, and be at ease my friends.“
we finally strode out into the open field, and was welcomed with an overwhelming sight and sound all around us. Encampments were placed along both ends of the field, some fresh from war, others preparing to do buinsess. Music from many nations, in many tounges were sung, quiet and loud alike, all reaching at every ear as it passed. Food was cooked on open fire's, and Ale's were pouring in to tankards in cosistant flow. so much was already happening, and the games had not even begun.
We walked across the field towards the centre at the east end of the field, for a familiar sight caught both mine and Max's eyes.
The White Tree. The emblem that shows us as the Harna Reqain. Upon the banner, caught up high in the noon wind, the White Tree bought to me and Max an overwhelming sense of ease. As we pased the gate into the camp, i began to feel the eyes of my future comrades burning into the back of my skull. Nervousness settled in my heart, and doubt gnawed at my mind. could i really be a man amongst so many brave, or would i only prove to get in the way?
“Rid yourself of doubt, Reno Gramali, for i too stood rather shaken when i first joined the war band.”
The voice was not that of Max. Insted, i found myself facing a man dressed in leather, which was covered in metal scales. In his left arm, sat a large wooden sheild with the White Tree embossedin metal, and surrounding the tree were the seven stars. In his sheath, a short sword of pure silver sat, and glistened in the noon sun, and atop his head, a heavy helm of Numenor covered his face. He placed his sheild down, and removed his helm. I recognized him instantlly.
“C-Capitan Le Breos!” i stummered
“Reno, you are among friends hear. You will call me Les, and i will call you Reno.”
He extended his arm towards mine, and i joined my hand with his. His hand had a warmth of courage and a grip of eagerness. The hand of a man capable of command.
“I am honoured to be here at last, Capitan Les.”
“Ha Ha! Well, Capitan Les has a good sound to it, so long as you are comfotable with it. Come, enter our tent, and regain your former strength.”
and with that, Max and I entered the large tent that stood under our banner.
more to be writen soon! please come back to read the rest!
Tony Weaver, profesional film nut, and head case
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