The Soul in the Dark

Chapter VIII

Sword in hand, Orlock burst through the main gates of d'Oraguille, his cape flowing from the wind outside, having no one to oppose him as he made his way to the royal chamber halls, kicking them down in his path, he was determined to reach his goal, which was the king of San d' Oria whom he found sitting calmly on his throne.

"King Destin, such an honor to meet you face to face" Orlock greeted in a less than humble tone

"What is the meaning of this, what right do you have –" Destin began before being cut off

"I, Orlock, am taking over the Kingdom…Now your highness, you can either surrender and give power to me, or…." He stops momentarily to draw his Greed Scimitar and hold it to the kings throat "I can take both, the throne and your life the hard way"

The frail but mighty king frowned at him "I shall have you locked up for treason"

Orlock just laughed, his red eyes piercing his as his hand lunged for his throat and lifted the old man in the air

"I warned you old timer" he said as he let him go and slashed across his chest as he fell, landing with a thud onto the floor "tch….such a mess" Waving his hands he sweeps the lifeless body of King Destin to one side and walks towards his throne. "Finally, I'm at my rightful place" He then glances over to the lifeless Destin "all thanks to you your highness" he said with a evil grin "soon, Vana'dial will be mine"

In the Bastok embassy

Produn walked into the office of the Bastokan ambassador following the Galka, pulling his arm across his chest, saluting the man o f higher distinction "You called for me Master?"

"Yes, Produn, we have a problem" he replied his voice low and upset "It seems that Orlock has decided to show his face outside the Necropolis again"

Produn nodded "I know, one of the local Dragon Knights almost died because of him"

"Tyh Lightrider…he has been making a name for himself around Vana'dial"

"He knows nothing about Orlock's past, he is hell-bent on rescuing some Mithra"

The ambassador shook his head "We are already in short supply of Dragoons, If he was to gain as much power as he did 5 years ago, there will be no stopping him….he will become perhaps more powerful than the Shadow Lord himself"

"So….where do we go from here?" Produn asked, leaning against the table "Should we let Tyh go into the Necropolis and take him out?"

His master shook his head "Produn, he's no longer in Eldieme, at 03:32am on Windsday, he overthrew King Destin and the San d'orian Royal Family, he has total control of the Kingdom of San d' oria"

"WHAT?" Produn exclaimed "What's being done about it? I Thought the Royal Knights were trained for such a predicament like Orlock's re-rising?"

"I'm afraid not, he seemed to be stronger than before, the Royal Knight never stood a chance"

"Then Send the Iron Monks to San d' oria, damn it"

"Produn, calm down, its not as easy as that"

Produn and his master continued their 'conversation' almost endlessly whereas Tyh was doing more training back on Vomp Hill

Vomp Hill – Gustaburg

Tyh jumped high up in the air and came crashing down, his Braveheart sword cutting down on a goblin's leather mask "Take that you sonova…." He spins round cutting up a Maneating Hornet that was nearby. "ok, that's the last of them on this level" he ran up further the hill stopping for a moment to look out towards Gustaburg gates, watching the sun slowly set behind the gate, His Republic Mantle blowing in the dusk breeze "Prepare yourself Orlock, for tomorrow is your final day" he continued upwards to the top "For the pain you put DeMondé through, for almost taking my life…you will learn the TRUE meaning of the word pain" He noticed a Skeleton in front of him, it forming into the shape of Orlock from his minds eye "For the rest of the slaves you have imprisoned" He drew his sword from his back and lined up his jump "Shall be set free from your hell hole you call home" Tyh Then jumped into the air sword healed high "GROUND STRIKE ATTACK"

In the embassy

"We don't have enough time, Produn has requested that due to Orlock's re-rising, Bastok is to go and liberate San d' oria, Produn will lead you into battle…he is waiting in Jeuno port for you, he has vowed that he will be the first person to set foot on the battlefield, and will be the last one out.

The whole army of Iron Monks nodded in agreement and understanding.

"Orlock is a powerful being, do not let that throw you off….We defeated him five years ago, we will defeat him once more…five years on…make Bastok and Altana proud when you go into battle.