The History Of Tortall
***ATTENTION***: This is a new chapter four. I mis-posted so this is the REAL chapter four. The old chapter four was really chapter five. Let's hope this sheds some new light on any questions you may have had about the OLD and WRONG chapter four. I apologize to anyone who is now mad at me or frustrated that now they have to reread the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizable characters or any known history facts mentioned in the story. All others are strictly mine.
448 H.E. Dunlath Valley Fief
Earlier that day, Tristan had sent the book, after reading it and having his mages memorize the important parts, to his accomplices in Carthak. They promised to hold the book for him until he could come and take it back. That was not his real reason for sending it, though. He needed someone that he could put the blame on so he could get away from any accusations.
Lord Aaron was supposed to come see him today. In fact, he was supposed to there by now. A steward knocked on his door at that very moment. "Sir, Lord Aaron is here." The door opened and Lord Aaron walked in, with what appeared to be the ease of a large cat.
"Please, sit down," said Tristan, taking a seat himself.
Lord Aaron sat. Then he said, "I heard you shipped it off."
"Yes I did," replied Tristan. "Do you care for any refreshment?" He called over a servant and ordered a pitcher of water and a bowl of fruit. "I have a task to ask of you."
"Yes?" asked Aaron. "I would do anything for you. You know that. Especially after you took me in and gave me status."
"Well, it's a bit difficult. I want you to go seek out some of the beasts and bring them to work for us. It won't be easy, some of them can be quite challenging to persuade," said Tristan, matter-of-factly.
"I'll have it done by tomorrow evening, sir," replied Aaron, taking a sip of the water the servant had brought. "It should be no trouble at all." He smirked and then a white aura with silver sparks began to glitter around him. It faded as the two fell to talking of other, more trivial, matters.
After a while, Aaron stood up, which to Tristan, looked like a painful process. There was so much of Aaron to unfold from the cross- legged position he had taken up. As soon as he had gained an upright, standing position, he left to prepare for the task he was about to undertake.
When Aaron was as prepared as he could possibly be: a sword at his belt and two back-up mages, he left in search of possible allies. He was walking along a path in the woods when all of a sudden a foul stench arose. He looked up into the tree and saw the most hideous creature. It was a bird of prey, only much larger. Its body and feet were that of a bird and its head and torso were those of a human male. Its wings, teeth and talons were silver colored.
"What are you staring at, mortal?" sneered the man-bird. "Haven't you ever seen a Stormwing before?" He flew down from his perch to be able to see eye to eye with his admirer, Lord Aaron. His stench became worse and forced Aaron and his mages to gag with revulsion.
"I- I was just admiring your wing feathers," said Aaron, choking. "Gods, don't you ever take a bath?" He had just lost his dinner because of the stench. He began backing away ever so slightly so as not to cause any more pain to himself.
"Of course not, mortal. Why would I need a bath? What are you here for? You haven't come just to look at my oh-so-pretty feathers. Tell me or be gone."
"Well," began Aaron, shoving a cologne-laden handkerchief under his nose. "I was hoping I could find some help to get rid of some prying men. We figured that since most of these men we want to fight dislike creatures of your kind, you might be willing to help us. They want to send you back."
"Send us back?" laughed the Stormwing. "Those men do not even know where we came from! Send us back! Ha! That is a joke. But, I will help you. Just because I like your lack of fear. It is only your weak stomach that revolts against me; not your head. What do you want of me?"
"I would like you to gather as many of your kind, even those who are not your- species- to come to our aid. We also need some who are not as clever as you to come- assist- with our new mines we have just discovered," replied Aaron. "And I need them by evening tomorrow."
"I will do as you have asked. By tomorrow evening, you will have what you need. Come to me just outside of these woods here and I will introduce you to the others," said the Stormwing, flapping his wings as if to take flight. He rose into the air, then said, "By the way. We are all called Immortals. I means we cannot die unless accident or design. And I am called Yahzkull Singsteel." With that, the Stormwing took off, leaving Lord Aaron and his mages gasping for fresh air.
***ATTENTION***: This is a new chapter four. I mis-posted so this is the REAL chapter four. The old chapter four was really chapter five. Let's hope this sheds some new light on any questions you may have had about the OLD and WRONG chapter four. I apologize to anyone who is now mad at me or frustrated that now they have to reread the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizable characters or any known history facts mentioned in the story. All others are strictly mine.
448 H.E. Dunlath Valley Fief
Earlier that day, Tristan had sent the book, after reading it and having his mages memorize the important parts, to his accomplices in Carthak. They promised to hold the book for him until he could come and take it back. That was not his real reason for sending it, though. He needed someone that he could put the blame on so he could get away from any accusations.
Lord Aaron was supposed to come see him today. In fact, he was supposed to there by now. A steward knocked on his door at that very moment. "Sir, Lord Aaron is here." The door opened and Lord Aaron walked in, with what appeared to be the ease of a large cat.
"Please, sit down," said Tristan, taking a seat himself.
Lord Aaron sat. Then he said, "I heard you shipped it off."
"Yes I did," replied Tristan. "Do you care for any refreshment?" He called over a servant and ordered a pitcher of water and a bowl of fruit. "I have a task to ask of you."
"Yes?" asked Aaron. "I would do anything for you. You know that. Especially after you took me in and gave me status."
"Well, it's a bit difficult. I want you to go seek out some of the beasts and bring them to work for us. It won't be easy, some of them can be quite challenging to persuade," said Tristan, matter-of-factly.
"I'll have it done by tomorrow evening, sir," replied Aaron, taking a sip of the water the servant had brought. "It should be no trouble at all." He smirked and then a white aura with silver sparks began to glitter around him. It faded as the two fell to talking of other, more trivial, matters.
After a while, Aaron stood up, which to Tristan, looked like a painful process. There was so much of Aaron to unfold from the cross- legged position he had taken up. As soon as he had gained an upright, standing position, he left to prepare for the task he was about to undertake.
When Aaron was as prepared as he could possibly be: a sword at his belt and two back-up mages, he left in search of possible allies. He was walking along a path in the woods when all of a sudden a foul stench arose. He looked up into the tree and saw the most hideous creature. It was a bird of prey, only much larger. Its body and feet were that of a bird and its head and torso were those of a human male. Its wings, teeth and talons were silver colored.
"What are you staring at, mortal?" sneered the man-bird. "Haven't you ever seen a Stormwing before?" He flew down from his perch to be able to see eye to eye with his admirer, Lord Aaron. His stench became worse and forced Aaron and his mages to gag with revulsion.
"I- I was just admiring your wing feathers," said Aaron, choking. "Gods, don't you ever take a bath?" He had just lost his dinner because of the stench. He began backing away ever so slightly so as not to cause any more pain to himself.
"Of course not, mortal. Why would I need a bath? What are you here for? You haven't come just to look at my oh-so-pretty feathers. Tell me or be gone."
"Well," began Aaron, shoving a cologne-laden handkerchief under his nose. "I was hoping I could find some help to get rid of some prying men. We figured that since most of these men we want to fight dislike creatures of your kind, you might be willing to help us. They want to send you back."
"Send us back?" laughed the Stormwing. "Those men do not even know where we came from! Send us back! Ha! That is a joke. But, I will help you. Just because I like your lack of fear. It is only your weak stomach that revolts against me; not your head. What do you want of me?"
"I would like you to gather as many of your kind, even those who are not your- species- to come to our aid. We also need some who are not as clever as you to come- assist- with our new mines we have just discovered," replied Aaron. "And I need them by evening tomorrow."
"I will do as you have asked. By tomorrow evening, you will have what you need. Come to me just outside of these woods here and I will introduce you to the others," said the Stormwing, flapping his wings as if to take flight. He rose into the air, then said, "By the way. We are all called Immortals. I means we cannot die unless accident or design. And I am called Yahzkull Singsteel." With that, the Stormwing took off, leaving Lord Aaron and his mages gasping for fresh air.