Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Raistlin Chronicle characters. But I do own the ones that aren't, so you can't sue me. (does a happy dance)
Roguesheart is back and with a bad ass vengeance. Guess what folks?!! I have just bought The Brothers In Arms book!!! I am ever so pleased now. . . . Now I can confirm things. . . But I must be careful to keep it out of sight of my pyromaniac brother. (shakes her head) Oh well.
Thanks to:
ChildLike Emperess: You know what I just figured out? Your name is strangely similar to the name of the girl from the Neverending Story. . . Woah, I am soooo dumb. . . . (beats herself) Anyways, the small leaves do more than that. As you shall see later on in the story. They aren't really leaves, they are more like flower petals.
Guan: Awww. . . . It was disturbing? I was going for edgy with a tinge of morbid.
Dalamar Nightson: I was hoping you would like the mysteriousness of Crysallis's past. But as a gentle hint, who she is can be found in the beginning of the Brother's in Arms book. You'll love it when you find out.
Did you know Raistlin had a daughter? Not many people do. . .
Well enough with my chattering! On with the story.
Is Blood Really Thicker Than Water?
Book One: Impervious
'The cherubs angels weep
Silently as they watch their
Beloved savior fall from grace
Upon the soft grass of Ansalon…'
o-o- The chronicles of Huma o-o
Warm breezes coursed gently through the Spring atmosphere. Raistlin turned his head slightly, the white strands of his hair lifting with the effort.
His hourglass eyes settled upon the field otherwise known as the training grounds. His chest contracted faintly when he noticed that it was not unoccupied as so previously anticipated. The Mad Baron was in the field practicing.
Mounted on his horse, lance in hand, the Baron had leveled his lance and was riding straight to an odd looking contraption consisting of a wooden crosspiece mounted on a base in such a way that it would swivel when it was hit. A large sandbag swung from the opposite end.
Marius tilted his head to the side, confusion sprawled across his contrived features. Delicately tapping upon Horkin's pudgy shoulder, he raised a question.
" What be dat, sir?"
" The Quintain. . . " responded Horkin, watching with pleasure. " The lance must strike just so or-- Ah there. . That's what happens."
The baron missed his aim, struck the shield a glancing blow, and was now picking himself up from the ground.
Crysallis turned her head to the side, her hand over her mouth to muffle the snicker that threatened to spill out. Marius on the other hand was openly laughing, the sparkle in his eyes dancing with glee.
" You see if you miss hitting the shield squarely, the off center blow causes for the sandbag to whip around and hit you right between the shoulder blades." spoke Horkin as soon as he found himself able to speak.
The baron uttered some of the most colorful and original expletives Raistlin had ever been favored to hear and stood rubbing his sore rump.
" That machine will be the death of you yet, my lord!" Horkin called out.
The Mad Baron turned around, not at all abashed at having an audience.
" My father could always hit dead center every time.. " he shook his head ruefully. " And yet with me it seems to always hits me dead center.."
Raistlin would have died of shame had he been caught in such an undignified position by underlings. He was beginning to understand the reason for the nickname of Mad Baron.
" But enough about me! What are you up to Horkin? What's in the basket? Something good I hope! A little wine maybe, so bread and cheese! Good! " The baron rubbed his hands together. " I'm starving.."
He peered into the basket. .
Sorry for the shortness, I'm in a bit of a rush. ..
IT WILL BE WAAAAY LONGER NEXT CHAPTER!
Read and Review anyways
RoguesHeart
