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Author: Bernie77
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CHAPTER 3
The low sniffling noises came continuously from the small Elven boy. He was bounded by the wrist with long rope attached. The other end of the rope was held by a single Sarnak warrior, pulling and tugging away as if the child was captive animal. A few times the boy would stop but he then was forced to continue walking with the rest of the Sarnak party that had attacked the High Elf ship earlier that morning. Banron's son was the only one that survived. The memories of what he saw after his father's demise will haunt him for the rest of his life. Dismembered bodies thrown overboard into the Kunarkian waters. One body in particular, his mother. The last memory he has of her was her lifeless body, blood all over the gown she wore that night. The face she had worn, the face of fright, with her eye's open. The child began to tear up and whimper. He then stop dead at his tracks and began to sob. The Sarnak on the other end of his rope turn him and screamed at the boy in his native tongue.
"PATHIC ELF!!!!" The Sarnak pull on the rope, causing the boy to fall to the ground, "KEEP MOVING!!!"
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"What?!?!" the voice of Sinogra exclaimed, "I understood that beast."
It was clear to Sinogra what he was seeing was his past. In all his time during his deep meditations when this memory or any memory when he was child, that he never understood what they were saying to him. He didn't know the language at the time. Though after 500 or so years he had learned many languages, however the times he recalled his past, especially this one the languages he didn't know at this time would be gibberish as it was then. This was more than a recalled memory. Though the question as to why, out of so many events that happened in his life, why is this one being replayed. It had been years since even thought about the Sarnak themselves. The Sarnaks were hybrids of the Kunarkian Dragons and the Iksars. The necromancers of Sebilis, the once the capital of the Iksar Empire, created these creatures to help aid them in an up coming war against the dragons. However the plan had backed fired and the Sarnak became aware and revolt against there creators. Now they reside in a great fortress near the lake of Ill omen, the center of the Kunark Continnent.
There was more talking form the Sarnak's themselves. Sinogra then quieted himself and watched the past, his past replay itself.
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"What is the problem X'erflor?" the Sarnak that was the apparent leader of group came to the one that held the Boy's bonding.
"This Pink skin will not stop crying my lord," X'erflor explained, "Every time he starts, he stops walking."
"Then if this whelp continues, do not stop on his account. Simply drag him along. We do not have time for this." The Sarnak leader ordered.
"Could we not just kill this thing? I am hungry and here Elf meat is good," commented the another Sarnak that was next to X'erflor.
The Sarnak leader growled at the suggestion, "The queen wants this one alive. So take any of those ideas you have out of your head."
"Yes sir," he grumbling obeyed.
"Now let's move!! I want us at Ill Omen before noon, the Royal Guard is waiting for us." The Sarnak commanded.
The Elf continued to weep, even as X'erflor pulled on the rope, nearly knocking the boy to the ground. However, the boy was able to continue to walk along with his captors. X'erflor moved faster than he did before with the sadistic hope that he would be able to drag the boy across the forest floor. As the pace quickened, the little boy was able to keep up much to the Sarnak's dismay. The rest of the trip through the thick Warslik forest went smoothly without any incident. The boy didn't understand any of what the monsters were saying. To him, it was a bunch of hisses and growls, but he knew that they were talking about him.
As they made their way out the forest, land before them open up to a basin. Grasslands without trees and off a distant was lake. The Sun beating down on them was fairly warm, yet the humidity was causing the child to perspire a bit. The lake was massive, water as far as the eye can see. The group proceeded to walk towards a couple old ruined buildings at the beach of the lake bed.
"I want four posted around the building." Ordered the Sarnak leader. As the four other Sarnak positioned themselves around each corner of the building, the others including the boy entered the building. Inside, the building was slightly dark, but with all the cracks and holes, the sunlight was able to shed dim light inside. On the floor of the ancient building, sat three other Sarnak's in their black mages robes with their backs to the raiding group.
Without turning to look at the group behind him, the middle one began, "Verackus, I see you have come back with success."
"We caught them sleeping, their guards were no match for us." Verackus proudly explained, "And they also carried many items that I'm sure the Queen herself will be in much delight."
The middle Sarnak finally stood and turned to Verackus and his party then smiled at the boy, "I see you did as the queen ordered, even the capture of this child. Our queen will feast well tonight. Her taste for these elves, even as young as this one, has been what you say, quenchable. She will be greatful to you Verackus to for fulfilling her appetite."
The Sarnak mage snapped his fingers, "The royal guard will take this child off your hands, now let us disscuss your share of the treasures you obtained."
Two other Sarnaks came into the building wearing black and gold plated armor. As they grabbed the boy, another Sarnak entered the building, one of Varackus's troop.
Varackus hissed at him, "I told you to stand gaurd, you have no--"
The troop fell foward to the ground letting out his last breath. Deep in his back was an arrow.
"TO ARMS!!!" Varackus screamed. The royal gaurd drew thier swords and head outside. Varackus drew his mallet that he had kept on his back and joined the gaurds. The three mages stayed behind and began to chant. The sound of metal to metal clashing echoed in the off the walls of building. The boy, still bounded took this oppurtunity to run out of the building.
"THE BOY!!!," the head mage screamed, "STOP HIM!!!!"
The two other mages sprang towards the Koda'dal boy. The rope that was attached to the boys bindings, drag behind him as he ran. One of the mages drop his scaley foot onto it. This in turn put an immediate stop to the boy's escape as he fell foward to the ground. "Grab him!!" One of the mages commanded to the his other cohort. The Sarnak charge toward the child, reaching out to the boy's neck with his right hand. Suddenly, the Sarnak grunted and screamed a high pitch sound toward the sky. The boy felt droplets of blood sprayed on his face. The Mage was ran through in his chest from behind by a sword of some type. The sword patruded out was curved with the jagged sharp edges. As quick as the sword with through the creature's chest, it was suddenly extracted out at the same speed. The boy's would be assalint hunched over and fell almost on top of the child. The child watched as the body hit the ground, then he looked up to see what killed the mage. Standing over him was another creature that had scales. Insead of red scales, it was the color of a greyish/green. The head of this other monster was not anything he had seen before. It was a full grown lizard, that stood on two feet as if it was a man. The beast wore what looked like heavy plated armor from head toe. The monster looked down at the child for a moment, then turned his attention to other mage. With one swift move, lizard creature charge the frighten Sarnak.
The boy did not stay to watch the beast massacre the Sarnak. He slowly turned the other way. What he saw at full view were more of the same lizard men in combat with Sarnak raiders. He watched in astonishment at the fight that took place in front of him. Each of them with weapons in there hands, clashing aginst each other. Some of the Sarnak had fallen to the blades of their attackers, but lizard men themselve have fallen victim as well. The one called Varackus, stood tall and took on many of them. With is mighty mallet, he was able to take out three of his opponents at the same time. Swinging from one side to another, take down the attackers. It was clear why Varackus was the leader of his party. The child deep inside him hoped that Varackus, the monster that killed his father with the same mallet, would fall like the rest of his party members. Though he realized that he need to find a place to hide. Even he knew that the it wasn't safe to be here. Without hesitation, the boy ran the opposite way of the fight.
Varackus saw from the cornor of his eye that the boy was fleeing away. He ran toward the boy growling. The little child heart pounded ever so voilently for he knew that monster was right behind him.
"YOU CAN'T RUN FOR ME WHELP!!!" he yelled at the Koda'dal. The boy turned his head to see how far the Sarnak was behind him. He was close and gain on him. The boy headed for the near by tree line with the hopes to hide in there. In that instance, another lizard man jump from out of the trees. The child screamed in fear and drop to ground curled in to a ball. However, the lizard creature passed the boy and charge Varackus. In one move the lizard drew its sword and lifted up high above its head ready to cleave in to the huge Sarnak. Varackus countered the attack, by gain more speed and lowered his head. As the Sarnak made contact with the body of the of the attacker, the horns of Varackus pierced into the gut of the lizard. The Sarnak then lift his head up in turn lifting his opponent off the ground and into the air. The drop down to the ground, his arms round his midsection where the two horns pierced. It was screeching in pain, Varackus stood over it then took his hammer and lifted high above his head much like he did with Banron, the child's father. As the huge mallet like weapon came down, another lizard charged out of the woods and into Varackus's side, knocking the huge Sarnak down onto its side.
The child stared at the new attacker, this one wore the same armor as the other lizard men, only instead of a dull yellowish color armor, this one had dark blue color armor. This attacker drew his sword out as well as a huge tower shield on the other arm. His eyes fixed on Varackus, who recovered from his knockdown. Varackus slowly got up drew his mallet with both his hands, posturing himself in a battle stance.
"Varackus," the lizard spoke.
"Argonis," Varackus acknowledge him, "I should have known you'd be here. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
"Sorry to keep you waiting." Argonis began to move to ones side, still fixed on his opponent. Varackus followed suit.
"You and I have a score to settle Iksar," Varackus continued, "You took my son, and I seek vengance."
"Your son died out of sure stupidity. It is you to blame for your young Varackus. I call poor parenting." tuanted Argonis.
Varackus growled in anger.
"I see I struck a chord. Ever heard the saying, the truth hurts?"
"When I kill you, rest assure, I will come to Cabalis, and rip your wife to pieces, and use your son Froglok bait." Said Varackus.
"If you kill me." with that, Argonis crouch down at the knees and roared at his enemy. Varackus growl turned into a loud ear pericing scream, then the two charge into eachother, the weapons met between them with loud crash. The battle begun.
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