Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2016 09:01:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: A.B. <ckskb1@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Chronicles of Valana Vol 2: Elaria's Bane chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Nogavad'urnidash


Belevod woke up on a sandy beach full of dunes. He stood up and dried up by
use of a spell. Looking around he saw various bits and pieces of the
wrecked ship and the captain with two of the crew dead. He sensed for
creatures of darkness but felt none in the near vicinity. Belevod then
searched around for any survivors, perhaps Aer'andil or Minaroth. They were
nowhere to be found and he could not find any tracks or evidence of their
presence either.

"If I remember from the map correctly to the west along the shore is the
capital of the Orkhavocs, to the east are the Human lands."  Belevod
thought to himself. He sat in meditation under the ship's wreckage to avoid
the intense sun until the sunset. Having found his bearings on where the
sun sets he slept until the early morning.

Belevod started walking due east, he knew Aer'andil would go east to find
the Orkhavoc capital. He would stop during the noon and start again, walk
until midnight, sleep wake up and repeat. He would avoid the worst of the
sun's noon heat with magic spells and by
 not walking during those hours. Belevod found out early on that just
because the location was a desert of sand it was not void of life.  He
found out boars that would feed on insects and snakes, he found myriad
different insects, snakes, lizards, birds and small mammals.  He ate from
the heart of various different cacti he found, drinking the water.

A week later he was walking across one of the dunes when he saw four huge
boars approach him fast, on top of three of them rode three large-looking
Orkhavocs bearing iron barbed lances and heavy armour. Belevod with his
Elven sight saw the crests on their armour. A Red Skull with black
tusks. Belevod knew they were not friendly. The Red skull with the black
tusks belonged to the largest tribe that opposed Glogak, the only one left
as well. On top of the forth rode an Orkhavoc with the insignia of Glogak's
tribe.

Belevod drew his bow and shot two arrows. One hit the Orkhavoc nearest to
him dead center on his head dropping him dead, the other one hit the second
Orkhavoc in the shoulder. The Orkhavoc did not even flinch as he broke the
arrow shaft and threw it away.

Belevod fired four arrows at the largest Orkhavoc. He deflected one with
his lance while the other three found their mark in his exposed neck. He
dropped down dead.

The friendly Orkhavoc passed him and turned his boar around unsheathing his
two-handed blade. Belevod saw the third enemy boar-riding Orkhavoc and knew
he did not have enough time to fire any more arrows, so he dropped his bow
to the ground and in one move rolled under the huge boar, unsheathed his
twin daggers and cut at the boar's lower leg tendons. The boar howled in
pain and dropped on the ground.
 It took it a few meters to stop with the momentum it had for it to come to
a stop. The friendly Orkhavoc stood above the enemy one pinned under the
injured boar and stabbed at them with two decisive thrusts. One aimed at
the Orkhavoc's head and one for the boar's head.

The Orkhavoc dismounted, sheathed his blade and saluted Belevod in the
traditional Orkhavoc manner. By smashing his fists on his torso and giving
three loud roars. Belevod had studied all he could of Orkhavoc culture,
language and mannerisms, in fact all assigned in the Hunters of Darkness
and/or as Aer'andil's guardians and tutors had, so he knew this was meant
as a greeting and to show respect.

Belevod replied in a small bow.

"You fight well, you be great warrior, come, come with me I get you to
King. I also great warrior was sent to spy on stupid Orkhavocs."  The
Orkhavoc told him in Orkhavoc tongue with a thick accent.

"Before I come with you friend, I would ask for your name, I am Belevod of
Dol'Adur." Belevod replied in Orkhavoc.

"I be Nasjohogoc. I am General of King." Nasjohogoc mounted his boar again
and offered a hand to Belevod. Belevod mounted the boar and off they went.

"These were patrol from Sagathlond. Sagathlond stupid. Sagathlond enemy of
King. We soon be at war with them, we soon defeat them and unify
Orkhavocs." Nasjohogoc spoke almost non-stop throughout their twenty hours
ride to Nogavad. Belevod did not once try to stop him or interrupt him for
through Nasjohogoc's musings he gathered information.

Nogavad was a big bustling city full of life. Orkhavoc architecture was
quite primitive-looking, with huge slabs of rock basically piled on top of
each other with "teeth" cut into the stone so that the stones would "lock"
in place with brown and red coloured paints and quite unrefined glass for
windows but it worked to create multi-storied buildings, aqueducts and
roads.

The only impressive thing were the walls surrounding the city. Twenty
meters high and five meters thick they were sure to repel most of any
invader that dared to come before them.

Nasjohogoc encountered no problem entering the city and then the Royal
Palace. He left his boar in an enclosure for boars, like a stable but with
much more space in it and mud for the boars to roll in, and headed for the
throne room with Belevod.

"My King, this is Belevod, an Elf, I found him in the southern shore."
Nasjohogoc told the Orkhavoc King after he bowed on one knee.

The Royal Palace was, except for the walls, the second largest building in
the whole of Nogavad. The largest one being the arena.  The throne room was
a high-ceiling room with the throne in the middle and only guards in the
room. Belevod found it interesting this King did not have the usual score
of courtiers and aristocrats in the throne room, the room where the
decisions regarding the kingdom took place. The throne like much of the
rest of the city was made of solid white granite rock.

"I was expecting your High-King, why are you alone?" Glogak asked Belevod
in perfect Elvish. Glogak was truly huge standing at almost two hundred and
fifty centimeters with four twisting horns coming from the front and side
of his head and four large tusks protruding from his upper and lower
jaws. The tusks and Horns all had various rings and chains drilled into
them with long Dark hair coming down from everywhere on his head. Glogak
was wearing heavy padded leather, chain mail and full plate armour with
two, two-handed battle axes, one hanging from his belt and the other placed
on his back with an assortment of daggers and short swords hanging from his
belt and armour.  Around his neck hang three rows of pure gold
chains. Belevod did not want to have to face this Orkhavoc in battle.

"Your Highness, we were ship wrecked by a storm created by the Dark General
known as Elaria's Bane. My High-King is alive of that I am sure but I seem
to have lost him. I would be ever eternally indebted to you if you would
send out search and rescue parties to find him." Belevod replied in just as
perfect Orkhavoc.

"It is late and there is a sand storm coming. Come morning I will send out
all those I can spare." Glogak replied and turned his attention to
Nasjohogoc. "What news from Sagathlond?"

Nasjohogoc nodded negatively. "Not join, preparing for attack." Glogak
seemed sad.

"If you will excuse us Belevod of Dol'Adur, I have matters of state to
discuss with my Generals. Igakolovok here will show you to the quarters we
have prepared for you and the High-King." Glogak motioned to a servant who
rushed to Belevod.

"Of course Your Highness." Belevod made a small bow of his head and left
the large cube-like room following the servant. When they arrived in the
 quarters he and Aer'andil would be occupying he settled in and meditated
with his spirit before sleeping.

He woke up the next day to a commotion. Hearing a very familiar young voice
he darted outside.

* * *


They arrived in Drodnaudor just as the sun set behind the sand
dunes. Drodnaudor was a sea side fishing village. The fishing boats were
crude made from floating concrete and wood, they could only go so far
off-shore to fish and return. In case of bad weather, they were completely
non-usable.

Gughekren lead them to the healer's house. The Healer asked him and
Aer'andil to wait outside as he worked on Minaroth. He came out a day later
to announce she would be fine but needed to rest for a day more before
being able to travel again.

Aer'andil took the time to meditate with his spirit and look for hours on
end at the ocean.

"It is strange, this is a desert, full of sand and scorching hot weather
and yet it has rained twice already in these past two days." Aer'andil
commented as he and Gughekren ate dried fish and some dried green seaweed.

"It rains a lot everywhere. According to the legends of my people more than
a million years ago what is now desert were the eastern planes, full of
rivers, forests, cultivatable lands and more rain than we can imagine. It
is said that this all changed when a malevolent god cursed the Orkhavocs to
live in arid desert when they would not serve him. We have been fighting
the humans ever since." Gughekren's sad tone accompanied the sounds of the
waves hitting the sand and pebbles on the beach not far from them.

Aer'andil looked away from the ocean he seemed so fixed on, turning his
eyes on Gughekren. "Why?"

"Why fight the humans?"

"Yes."

"Anymore it is millennia of fighting, hatred grown between us and
them. Anymore they want to exterminate us and we them. I think it started
out when we lost the cultivatable lands and had to expand to the west, to
the Human-controlled lands. It is funny..." Gughekren was not laughing or
smiling. "The humans have all the cultivatable lands but have few
offspring. We have none and yet breed from a young age to the moment we
die, with multiple females, this leads us to ever try to conquer Human
lands to feed our people. My father is trying to stop that now." Gughekren
observed.

"Would you like this to stop?"

"Yes, my father says for as long as this continues the Orkhavocs will be
easy to deceive by "The Darkness". I think he learned this from the time he
spent in your islands." Gughekren stated.

"Yes, your people have been too easy to deceive by those with better
education and reasoning, your father is trying to change this. He is a
great man."  Aer'andil confirmed.

"My father is trying to change much, perhaps too much altogether. There are
those who are reacting badly to the change."

"There are always those who do not want change. Either because they have
privileges to lose, interests that will be harmed by the change or simple
stupidity and shortsightedness. Or because they think the changes will be
damaging to society and think they can do better with their reasoning. What
is your father thinking, how does he intent to react should they progress
to more than complaining?"

"We are Orkhavocs, he will do what he must. If they desire war, then war
they shall have." Gughekren spoke proudly and perhaps stubbornly or
shortsightedly.

"Yes, I know. Yet this would be a bad decision, considering the Humans of
Oghelle are gathering armies to attack you." Gughekren turned to gaze at
him, a very surprised and unhappy look on his face.

"How do you know of this? How much time do we have?"

"Not much, no more than a month. I will speak more of this only to your
father." Aer'andil replied and continued eating his fish, signifying the
end of this conversation.

The next day they departed for Nogavad after Gughekren paid the Healer and
the fisherman for their services.

It took them a few days to arrive in the capital what with Minaroth unable
to walk fast and Gughekren's boar to carry them all at once. They would
spend the day walking and the night telling stories around the fire.

"These are some large walls." Aer'andil commented when they first saw the
walls of Nogavad appear before them in the distance.

"They have served against invaders for millennia. Come we must hurry to my
father." Gughekren helped Minaroth mount his boar. They ran to the City's
gates.

"Jugergodrod, where is my father?"

A tall, older Orkhavoc replied. "In the throne room with a guest, my Lord."
Gughekren nodded and left with Aer'andil in tow.

Gughekren left his boar in the boar enclosure and walked as fast as
Minaroth could to the throne room with Aer'andil.

"Father, assemble the army."

"Son? So soon back from scouting?" Glogak asked his son, a mix between an
accusation and genuine surprise.

"Yes, father, I found the High-King of the Elves with one of his guardians
shipwrecked and I have brought them to you. The High-King warns of Oghelle
 preparing their armies against us." Glogak seemed unsurprised.

"Call my generals, son this is going to be your first war, stay with
us. This is the year you truly become a man." Glogak told one of his
servants and his son before turning his attention to Aer'andil. "My old
friend, many years have been since the last time I saw you."

Glogak walked them over to a large stone table.

"Yes, indeed. I hear you've been making changes."

Glogak grinned. "Yes, I have. I've been changing our tribal system to one
like yours. Now it is mandatory that all younglings study in schools until
an age and I'm removing a lot of the old ways to new ones. Some do not like
it. They'll live...or not." Glogak and Gughekren laughed out hard.

"Oghelle will be upon you in less than a month..." Aer'andil continued but
stopped when he saw Belevod come.

"Minaroth, my King, you are both alive and well. This is good news indeed."
Belevod said making a bow before Aer'andil. Minaroth greeted him back.

"I am glad to see you well as well. Anyone else?" Aer'andil asked to
receive a negative nod from Belevod.

"The armies will be ready, but we have more troubles from what Nasjohogoc
is telling me. Our fears are true. Sagathlond is also declared war on us
but they are cowards they are not declaring all-out war, they content on
just killing our trade caravans and scouts. Harassing us rather than fight
us as true warriors do. They are dogs and we'll greet them like dogs."
Glogak told his son before returning to Aer'andil.

"You must be tired, perhaps you want to rest and continue your visit
tomorrow? Our matters can wait." Aer'andil motioned negatively.

"No, I am afraid I cannot rest my friend. I must take my leave. Elaria's
Bane will be leading Oghelle's armies against you and to defeat her I need
to learn of water's true name. I need a favour of you oh Glogak High-King
of the Orkhavocs." Aer'andil said solemnly.

"You have only to ask it. You have done much for me and my people, your
request will not be denied, unless of course you ask for my Kingdom or my
woman." Glogak's voice carried across the vast room as he burst
laughing. Aer'andil and Gughekren joined him for a moment.

"I need a guide across the shifting sands to find the place of water
mentioned in the legends of your people, to defeat Elaria's Bane I need to
learn of water from the seeress there."

Aer'andil could tell from Glogak's, Gughekren's and the servants' faces how
this request had them afraid or even angry.

* * *

Meanwhile in Qazameria King Lados received a missive from the Queen-mother
of Gel'anr. He read it and called for his generals.

"Prepare Qazameria's army, the High-King is calling all able-bodied men
from the Kingdoms of the Alliance join his fight against Oghelle's greed
and expansionist desires to the south." He told one of the servants. "Tell
the Queen-mother Qazameria answers the call and will bring forth our army."
He told the messenger who nodded and left.

The Kings of the other Elven and Human Kingdoms also received similar
missives.

In Dara Lucas opened the envelope after breaking Gel'anr's Royal Seal. He
read the letter and threw it in the fire. "Tell the Queen Dara's army will
join and that I will be challenging Aer'andil's right to rule the combined
armies."

In Eri'Adar the King laughed when he read the letter.

"Typical, never expect the whole truth from the Elves. She's had us in
"negotiations" for how much time now and now this arrives. Well played
Queen-mother of the Elves, you had us fighting over who would get what to
not join Oghelle's side, "fighting" to not give us what we ask, to
compromise while all along you've known this was coming...I guess she got
what she wanted, not one of the Human Kingdoms of Valana has joined the
southern dogs. Tell your Queen Eri'Adar will fight with you. Elves don't
meddle in the affairs of Humans so this Oghellen army must have something
to do with the Darkness I guess..." The King laughed some more as the Elven
messenger left.

In Gel'anr Tha'ala learned of the news from the Queen.

"I hope Aer'andil and Norion will be okay, I worry for them so much. How
did you do it my Queen? When the High-King left Gel'anr for war?"

Felwyn caressed her face, before passing an arm around her shoulders.

"It never gets easy and you always worry but you must trust in their
abilities and burning desire to return to you. Their guardians will not let
harm come to them and they are not defenseless either." Felwyn replied with
a bitter smile. Tha'ala nodded pressing her head against Felwyn's shoulder.

* * *

Imer knocked on the door of the room Terastil and Uragoth stayed in the
Royal palace. Uragoth opened the door, his hand on his sword's hilt on his
belt.

"You three have to leave now. I just learned your High-King just declared
war on Oghelle, the whole alliance did under his mother's call. The King
will order your imprisonment when he later finds out."

"No, he won't, come in." Uragoth opened the door and closed it behind
them. He struck a piece of parchment on the door. "Silence."

"It is all part of Aer'andil's and my plan, we, you and your children must
for now remain in the Royal Palace." Terastil told Imer who looked
doubtful.

"You want to die?"

"No, we want to draw out the Darkness and deal with it." Uragoth replied
sitting in one of the chairs.

Their conversation continued.

In the next room Uer and Norion were having their nightly fun together. It
had become something of a routine for them to spar, read and play outside
together during the day and fool around in either of their rooms during the
night.

Norion was suckling on Uer's dick when Uer asked him for something
different.

"S...stop please." Norion pulled back, his brows furled together in
question. "It was not like Uer to stop him from providing him pleasure.

"I...I've been thinking and I want you to stick it in me..."



End of chapter 7.  I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it and that you felt what I felt while writing it.

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