Freeworld: The adventures of Archyn

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~ Chapter 1 ~

He watched, quiet, unmoving, as they unloaded their cargo from the wagons, large boxes trimmed with gold around their edges, a ray of sunlight glistened off the edge of one, blinding him for a second, quickly recovering he looked over the camp, 23 Paladrones in all, their large eyes seeming to see all, yet see nothing. He was sure that he had not been spotted yet, if he had, he would be dead already, no they were unaware of his presence, in his mind he thanked the merchant who sold him his ghost orb, the orb shimmered softly as its power was re-energized by what force he was unable to tell, he dared not think where the merchant got it from, or who made it, but for now he was content that it worked well against his foe.
[P] One of the crates dropped heavily to the ground, the crates obviously too heavy to be lifted by the light framed Paladrones. An older one, at least, he thought was older, his markings seemed duller, and his eyes more knowing than those around him, the Paladrone looked over the crate and muttering a string of words he could hear the chest rose from its seating, and drifted towards where the others lay, as it collapsed the old Paladrone sat down, weary, as it were, from the effort.
[P] They lose their power? Archyn thought as he shuffled up a little closer, his ghostly figure not betraying him. A younger Paladrone, perhaps a female he thought went to her elder and after giving him a few Reassurances in a tongue he could not understand, she then screamed out "Toracmas!" the Paladronian word for Triderian slave.
[P] The beaten Triderian staggered towards her, his Blood red skin torn and scarred, his left horn removed at its base to symbolize his slavery. The female Paladrone looked the Triderian up and down quickly not wanting to look at what she thought a creature beneath her worth to notice. With a flick of her head the two slave guards whipped him harshly over his back, the Triderian betraying nothing of the pain he felt in his face, slowly he lumbered over to the other chests still in the wagons, lifting one out with relative ease and moved it towards the others. Archyns heart skipped a beat, was he sure what that was? Did he really see it?
[P] Yes, it had to have been, the image of Tarna-Krom the great human warlord from the lands far to the East, lands he only knew as the plains. Was it true this could be what he searched for all these years? At last he could be upon the Great sword of Tarna-Krom, a fearsome weapon that even the thick headed Triderians had sense to flee from. At the same instant as his hopes abounded, they plummeted as he realized the sword was now in the possession of this Paladronian band of Mages.
[P] What did they intend to do with it? He thought, just as another whip stuck the bare-backed Triderian. Archyn snorted at that, he bared no love for the red Half-demons they had been a bane to his existence for too long he thought, remembering back to when his village was attacked by the savage creatures. Savage!he thought again, no, they were just protecting their land, perhaps his people had no right to settle there, but it sill did not justify the slaughter they wrought, women, children, elderly ... gone within minutes.
[P] He banished the thoughts from his mind, now was too important to be reminiscing, again his thoughts turned to what they could be using it for they are going to drain its power! His mind suddenly told him, use the magic within the sword to regenerate their own. He could not let such a thing pass, the sword was too valuable, too powerful to be wasted on these creatures.

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