After the EVENT
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong to David and Leigh Eddings
"Dread Lord, we are ready". Korfut was dragged out of his reverie by the voice of his trusted servant Kharach. The Dagashi slipped from his hiding place and drew an adder-sting, the trademark triangular throwing knife of the Dagashi. Half a dozen other shadowy figures followed suit. The throne room of Urgit, King of the Murgos and until recently, bachelor, was dimly lit by lamps, which failed to disguise the blood red Angarak gold on the walls. The bored voice of Urgit filtered through the iron doors.
"But Prala, dear, Oskatat is talking sense. Please mother, save me from my wife's sense of style."
He was never to find out what his mother, Lady Tamzin, was to say. An adder-sting wheeled round the corner and slashed across his throat. Before the others could utter a word they too fell prey to Nyissan poisons from the blades of the Dagashi. The Murgo King lay dying, hand in hand with his beloved Prala.
Korfut grinned as the other Dagashi disposed of the guards. The thousands still loyal to Torak in Cthol Murgos would appreciate this night's work. He seated himself on the throne and summoned the guards, brutal men who were no strangers to usurpers. His back twinged as he remembered the injury that nearly killed him. Rak Cthol was destroyed but he was not...
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Belgarion, King of Riva, Overlord of the West, Godslayer, and Lord of the Western Sea listened to his wife Ce'Nedra.
"Garion, whatever were you thinking of, forgetting Fulrach and Layla's anniversary? You may be King but you still have responsibility to our Sendarian friends."
Garion was spared the harangue from his tiny Dryad wife when a haggard looking Silk burst trough the doors. He had obviously been drinking and looked in the mood to continue in a similar vein. He stumbled to Garion and fell sobbing in his lap.
"What is it Silk? What's wrong?"
Prince Kheldar, Drasnia's finest spy uttered one word.
"Urgit".
"Garion" said Polgara in Garion's head. There's trouble in Rak Hagga, the Royal Family are dead. The other sorcerers are coming to Riva as we speak, we're calling a meeting of the Alorn Council. Beldin is sending word to the non-Alorn monarchs to attend.
"What about 'Zakath Aunt Pol?"
"He's having problems Garion. We're not sure what's afoot but the Dagashi are leading the Murgo army and Mal Zeth has fallen."
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