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Lord of the Clans
Catcherlady and I did this one on the old Paradise Lost. Hope you like it. Sue is a great writer. 
He stands alone, high on the cliff, his banner flying proudly in the wind. As I gaze up at him I find myself smiling. Suddenly my wounds from battle no longer hurt, my fatigue is gone. This man is a leader, a warrior. To follow him is an honor, and follow I will. But where will our journey take us?
He turns towards the battle weary one and, without saying a word, beckons him to join him. As they stand together at the top of the great stone outcropping, he takes the curled ram's horn from his belt and blows a mighty blast over the plains below. The sound seems to shake the very earth itself. The people below stare up at him in awe and bend their knees, awaiting his words...
He spoke in a deep voice "Once again I ask for your pledge my people. Once again I ask you to join me in battle." Standing next to this great warrior I feel even younger than my life of 20 years, yet I am not afraid to speak. "I am Jori, I will join you. Though I am not of your world I would be proud to stand and fight with you my Lord."
A rumble starts to emanate from the crowd, growing ever longer and louder, until it can finally be heard and understood...
"ALL HAIL, RAGNAR! WE FIGHT AS ONE, WE FIGHT WITH YOU! WE FIGHT AS ONE, WE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!"
The proud warrior blows another blast on his horn, then replaces it on his belt.
He lifts his great sword, Dueinin, which has seen him through many battles. It gleams in the bright sun.
He raises his voice and addresses his people..."The day will come when all men will live free, we must fight for that freedom...no matter the cost. We must not lose sight of the end, even though the journey will be long and bloody. Freedom is all...freedom is everything!"
As the cheers and battle crys of the people fill the air, Ragnar lowers his sword and looks at his young companion.
"You see, young one - this is a people who will fight for their birthright. They have tasted freedom once and will do what it takes to taste it again.
They needed only a leader to remind them of what they fight for and set them on the right path. I shall do my best, as is my own fate - the fate of my forefathers.
I am Ragnar, son of Lorcan, chief of the Clans of Conmac. It is my duty to lead my people, but you are not one of us - you have no such responsibility, yet you pledge an oath of loyalty. This is the sign of one who is strong and brave. I welcome your assistance in our battle.
This is not an easy journey you have pledged yourself to, but if you are willing we can hardly afford to refuse the help."
"I have tasted Freedom as well My Lord. That is why I choose to fight now. My path was set many years ago, and I have fought in many battles. Your people have chosen their leader well." I bow, ignoring the pain of recent wounds "I pledge my sword and my life to you, Ragnar, son of Lorcan, chief of the Clans of Conmac."
"I accept your pledge, young Jori. Your battle experience is evident, I hope your wounds don't fret you too much. If you are in need of assistance, we have great healers who can tend your wounds.
I must see to our battle plans. We've not much time. The Goths will not rest in their quest for domination. They will be upon us before long. We must regroup and prepare to defend what is ours."
Ragnar gestures and a young woman appears. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Kiri, take our young friend Jori to Aswar...ask him to tend to his wounds. And tell him I would speak to him when he has a free moment."
She bows her head slightly and glances sideways at the young stranger. "Yes, my Lord."
She turns to Jori and beckons him. He hesitates and Ragnar pats his shoulder, "Go with her, Jori. Aswar will heal you. There will be time enough to make our plans later."
"As you wish my Lord." Jori slowly follows the young woman down the path to a small village, hidden beneath the cliffs.
There are villagers bustling about, and they cast sideways glances at the young stranger, not sure what to make of him.
Kiri stops in front of an intricately carved wooden door in the bole of a giant tree. She knocks sharply and a voice comes from inside, "Enter..."
She opens the door and gestures for Jori to enter. She steps in after him and closes the door behind her. The dwelling seems to consist of one large room with books, strange vessels and and various unusual objects strewn about.
In the middle of the room is an old man with a long, white beard. He is wrapped in a deep purple cloak and bent over an ancient looking tome on the table in front of him. He looks up as his visitors approach the table.
"Who have we here, Kiri?"
Kiri bows slightly, she seems uncomfortable in these surroundings. "This is Jori, he has pledged loyalty to Lord Ragnar. My lord asks that you tend to the young man's wounds."
Aswar looks Jori up and down and peers at him over his glasses, "Ah, this must be the young buck from outside the herd which the fastlings predicted. Yes. I can take care of him, thank you Kiri."
She bows and starts to leave, then pauses, "Lord Ragnar also wishes to speak with you when you have a free moment."
"Yes, I'm sure he does. I'll be there just as soon as I've seen to our young friend."
Kiri bows again and leaves. Aswar turns toward Jori and smiles warmly. "Well now, young one, you seem to be no worse for the wear. Just a few scratches. A little amber mead will fix you up. Now, where did I leave that flask of amber mead?"
He turns and starts rummaging through the shelves behind him. Finally he mutters a trimphant, "Ah! Here we are!" and turns to Jori with a small brown bottle. He pours some liquid, yellow in color, out of the bottle into a small cup and hands it to Jori. "There you are, drink up...and not to worry, amber mead never hurt anyone. It's good for what ails you." He winks and takes a swig from the bottle as Jori drains the cup.
Jori swallows and wipes his mouth, setting the cup down "Thank you sir." He looks around the small room "You were expecting me, how did you know I would come?"
"The fastlings tell me many things. I learned to read their signs long ago. In troubled times like these, consulting them is extremely valuable.
As I said, they told me that a young buck would appear who was not of this herd, but who would be a strong ally in battle. Given your wounds, it's obvious you are no stranger to a good fight.
So tell me, young friend, where do you come from?"
Jori eased back some, the drink had eased his aches but he was beginning to give into his fatigue. "I am not of this world, my people were from a distant planet called Altar. It was a peaceful planet for many centuries but eventually war came. I was a child when my family was killed. War destroyed my world, and perhaps me as well. For battle is all I know."
The old wizard favored his guest with a warm smile.
"I've not heard of this place "Altar" and there aren't many worlds I haven't experienced in 400 years of living. Battle can indeed take a toll on a being, but it can also strengthen one...it all depends on how you choose to approach it.
I sense there is much you have seen and experienced for one so young..." he moved forward and placed his hand on Jori's shoulder, "Don't let it overwhelm you, you are stronger than these feelings...you must learn to control them and even use them. If you can do that, it will only serve to make you an even greater warrior."
He turns and leads Jori toward the back of the chamber, where there is a small pallet covered with an animal skin. Recognizing the effects of the amber mead on one who is not used to drinking it, he gestures toward the pallet.
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Re: Lord of the Clans
"And speaking of great warriors, I must speak with Ragnar. Rest here while I'm gone, it will do you good. The drowsiness you're feeling is the effect of the amber mead. Not to worry...when you awaken you will feel refreshed and strengthened, and perhaps just in time as we are on the brink of another battle ourselves."
Jori laid down and looked at Aswar "Thank you Aswar, you have been very kind. I shall be rest as you ask." The old man nods and leaves as Jori drifts off to a deep sleep.
While he sleeps Aswar makes his way to Ragnar's home.
Aswar approachs the door and knocks, then enters without waiting for a response.
Ragnar is seated at a table in the main room, a plate of food to one side, mostly untouched. While he wouldn't ordinarily welcome someone into his chamber unbidden, he looks relieved to see the old wizard.
"Ah, Aswar...I trust all is well with young Jori?" The wizard nods and sits in one of the empty chairs around the table. "Good, good...our situation has not improved, I'm afraid. Despite our successful showing at Eloth, our victory did not come without cost. We've lost many good men, and the Goths continue to press upon us. I simply don't know if we have the resources necessary to hold them off, much less win this fight."
The wizard looks at him and speaks slowly, "I am well aware of the gravity of our situation, but we may have more resources than you think. Bran has managed to recruit a force from Kelmac."
Ragnar jumps up and begins to pace, "I realize that, Aswar, but do you really think a small group of farmers and craftsmen will be enough to hold off the Goth army? I think you overrate our strength."
"And I think you underrate many around you, including me."
"Never, my friend, I could never underrate you. I was hoping that you'd be able to cast a protective spell around the city, to help hold off the first onslaught and give us time to prepare."
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. You'll have to fend off the Goths yourselves. I must leave immediately for Mina Eir..."
Ragnar stops pacing and stares at the old man incredulously..."Leave?! How can you leave us when we need you most?!"
"Peace, Ragnar - you always were a hot head. I am not leaving for good, I am going to strike a deal with Kleth. If I am successful I shall return with a force strong enough to conquer 40 armies of Goths. But I can not speak of the details. Look for me when the sun rises four days hence." The wizard stands up with a creak, "This is too much for my old bones...I should be leaving this fighting to younger men."
He makes his way to the door and pauses, "And Ragnar, you could do worse than to avail yourself of the knowledge and skill of our young visitor. I have a feeling Jori may have things to tell us and methods of battle which could be of great benefit. He should be awake by now...I'll send him to you before I leave."
Ragnar walks to the door and puts a hand on Aswar's shoulder, "Thank you, wise one. As always, you are two steps ahead of me. I shall look for you on the fourth day."
"May your efforts be blessed, my friend" Aswar nods. "Blessed be", Ragnar responds.
The wizard leaves and heads back towards his dwelling, a look of concern playing about his face.
Aswar slowly returns to his dwelling and walks to the back room. He smiles as Jori sits up and stretches "Good, you are awake. I trust you feel better?" Jori stands and smiles, brushing a stray strand of sandy blonde hair back out of his eyes "Yes, once again I must thank you for your help sir." Aswar waves "Thanks are not needed. I must prepare for a journey and Ragnar has asked to see you." Jori nods, securing his sword to his belt "I shall take my leave then." Aswar points "Take the trail, up the hill. You will find Ragnar's home at the top."
Jori makes his way to Ragnar's dwelling and knocks on the door. After a second or two the door opens and Jori finds himself staring up into the face of a tall, broad shoulder man with his long reddish blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. He looks at Jori criticially,
"Yes...who are you and what do you want?"
From behind the brusque young man comes a much deeper voice,
"Bran, show a little consideration...this is Jori, the visitor I was telling you about. Let him enter."
Bran bows slightly and stands aside, gesturing for Jori to enter. He steps inside and his eyes take a moment to adjust to change in light. After a second, he sees Ragnar standing at a table, upon which are spread parchments. Several other men stand to one side and they now look at Ragnar, a question in their eyes.
"Gentlemen, this is Jori - a young warrior from a land called 'Altar'. He has pledged his loyalty to us and we have gladly accepted." Ragnar nods at Jori, "Welcome, friend. You'll pardon Bran's attitude, but as you can see, we are in the midst of planning a battle. Aswar tells me you may have knowledge which can help us. Anything you can say or do will be greatly appreciated. The Goths are the most feared fighting force in this realm and they are fast approaching. I'm afraid we aren't much to stand up against tens of thousands of them, but we'll do what we can."
Jori hesitates then nods, looking at the faded map that lay on the table. "I shall help you in any way I can my Lord." He scans the map quietly as the others wait.
"You are indeed outnumbered my Lord. But you do hold an advantage, one we can use." Bran scoffs and looks at Ragnar "Surely we are not going to follow a mere boy's advice Ragnar." Jori smiles ever so faintly and looks at Bran "I may be young sir, but I promise you I am no stranger to war." He slowly strokes the sword at his side "Perhaps you would like to see first hand?"
Bran stiffens and reaches for his sword as Ragnar glares at him "Enough! We do not have time for this nor do I have the patience!"
Jori relaxes and nods "My apologies my Lord." He looks at Bran, "You pledge your alliegence to Ragnar, not me. I simply offer my help, nothing else." Bran nods and bows slightly as Jori turns back to Ragnar.
"You hold the high ground my Lord. While out numbered the Goth must come to you." "Yes, yes" Ragnar replies "we have used that to our advantage in the past. But even that will be no match for the army we are about to face."
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Jori nods and takes a pouch from his belt "No, but perhaps we can slow them a bit." He carefully takes a tiny amount of silver poweder from the pouch "On my world we learned to use what the planet offered. From it we made a powder. While it looks harmless enough, it can be very destructive." Jori walks to the far side of the room and rubs a very small amount on a rock, tossing the rock to the floor. The room erupts in noise and dust and where the floor once was is now a large hole.
Ragnar smiles "Indeed your powder is powerful my friend. With that we can match the Goth's forces." Jori nods "Yes, but I do not have enough to defeat them, only to slow them. More will have to be made from the minerals in your mountains. It will take time to make."
He hands the pouch to Ragnar "Use this to slow the Goth army. On my arrival I saw Air ships anchored in the hills. Perhaps you could use them to drop small amounts. It will take the Goth by surprise and make them rethink their attack, giving me time to instruct your people in the making of this powder."
Ragnar smiles "Bran, see to this. Have it distributed to our Air ships at once." "Be cautious Bran," Jori adds "no more than an ounce to a container. It will be enough to delay them." Bran nods "I shall see to it at once."
Ragnar turns to one of the others who have silently witnessed this exchange.
"Lothan...muster the forces and move them to the city walls. Send the women and children back into the caves."
Lothan looks at Ragnar with doubt.
"Yes," Ragnar nods, "I realize we'll be backing them into a corner but it's the best we can do to keep them safe. If the Goths breach the city walls, there will be nothing we can do to protect them anyway."
"Yes, my Lord"
"And Lothan...we will need every fit man who is old enough and strong enough to wield a sword. The Goths outnumber us, and even with Jori's help, we will need all we can to hold them off. I just hope Aswar is successful in his mission."
Lothan nods and gestures to one of the other two men and they both leave together. The last one steps forward and nods at Ragnar.
Ragnar looks distracted but nods back at him, "Bring me my armor." He nods and turns in the opposite direction, walking off into another room.
Ragnar turns toward Jori, "It seems your arrival was timely indeed. Thank you for your assistance. While I appreciate your pledge of loyalty, this is not your fight and I can't expect you to put your life on the line for me and my people, though given the odds I can hardly afford to turn down any willing volunteers."
Jori smiles slightly and looks off "You have not asked, I have offered to help and I will. I like your world and I like your people. Before coming to you I had time to wander a bit and visit. Your people are kind and giving." He looks at the map again "If you will show me who to instruct in the making of the powder I shall show them now. It will take time to make and my sword will be of better use defending your people."
Ragnar signals to the man at the door "Go with Barkas, he will take you to our chemists." Jori starts to leave but Ragnar stops him "Twice now you have looked at me, as if you know me." Jori reached up and fingered a medallion he wore around his neck "You remind me of my brother Jared, my Lord. He too bore the burden of command against unbeatable odds. I was unable to help him, I was too young." He let his hand drop to his sword "But I swore on his grave that I would never stand by and let innocent people die again."
"Apparently your brother has taught you well. You have grown into a noble man. It takes great courage to walk into battle against the odds. But beware, Jori, following your heart can do you well, but it can also do you harm. A lesson I have learned all too well."
The soldier Ragnar dispatched returns bearing armor and proceeds to dress Ragnar for battle.
"I must see to our troops. I set Lothan a difficult task, for there are not many to build an army with. They will need to see their leader standing in front of them in order to prepare themselves fully for what lies ahead.
Go with Barkas and do your work, Jori, then if you will, meet me near the head of the city walls. And may your efforts be blessed."
Ragnar heads out toward the center of the city, leaving Barkas and Jori, who head off in the opposite direction.
More than an hour later Jori returns to Ragnar, who is standing on the City wall looking down. Ragnar glances at Jori before returning his gaze to the massing army below. "Your powder has indeed slowed them my friend. They send only an advance Army to our wall for now."
Jori looks down "Your people are fast learners, I only had to show them once. If the Gods are with us the making of the powder should only take a day at most." Ragnar nods "I pray that we can hold out that long." He turns and smiles slightly "I see you found armor." Jori shrugs "A Shield and" he touches a long, very sharp knife that is tucked in his boot "My favorite knife."
Ragnar gazes back out at the army massing below "I fear many will die today." Jori nods "Perhaps but I do not fear death." He smiles "For I do not plan on dying." Ragnar stares then breaks out in a rare roar of laughter, slapping Jori on the back "Ah to be young. Very well my young friend, to the Battle. And may the Gods be with us."
Ragnar leads Jori down to the main city gate, outside of which the troops - if they can truly be called that - are assembled. From a distance they looked strong enough, but up close it is clear that most of Ragnar's forces are older men and young boys.
Ragnar makes his way through their numbers patting several on the shoulder on his way by.
Finally he reaches the front of the ranks, where Lothan is waiting for him. Lothan approaches and speaks quietly so those around can't hear him, "I have done as you asked, my Lord. The women and children are all safely in the caves. I don't know how this lot are going to hold up against the Goths, but we've done our best to prepare them."
"Don't underestimate them, Lothan. The desire for freedom is strong - it can lead even the most humble to greatness."
Ragnar notices a young boy a few paces away, struggling to stand straight under the weight of armor several sizes too big and wielding a sword almost as large as himself. He walks up the boy and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"What is your name, boy?"
The boy looks at him with wide eyes but struggles to stand all the straighter in front of his Lord. "I am Connor, son of Elan."
"Well Connor, son of Elan, I can see you have a great desire to prove yourself. This day you will get your chance. Are you up to it?"
Connor nods, shakily, under his metal helmet. "Yes, my Lord! I shall fight for freedom!"
Ragnar smiles, "You see, Lothan? Even the most humble may be raised to greatness."
Ragnar moves forward, a few steps ahead of the assembled army and turns to face them.
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"Men of Maruth! This day shall see the most difficult battle in our fight for freedom. We forge into the night not knowing all she bears against us, but if we remain together and hold true to our goal, we SHALL emerge into the daylight of freedom! This day shall be a new beginning for all men. Stand with me now and fight - for Maruth, for freedom!"
Jori looks about in wonder as a loud roar comes from the crowd. They all lift their swords in salute, "FOR MARUTH!!! FOR FREEDOM!!"
Ragnar takes his place at their head and turns toward Lothan, "Remember, wait for the airships to strike first. Nobody is to attack except at my orders."
"Yes, Lord"
Then he turns toward Jori. "Well you wanted a fight, it looks like you've got one. I hope you're ready for it."
Jori removes his sword from it's sheath "You mistake my wishes, my Lord. I do not want war, or death. However I run from neither."
The airships move off over the Goth army and begin to drop the small bombs. The battle has begun.
The battle raged for what seemed like days but in reality was only hours.
As the sun slowly sets both sides retreat, to retrieve their wounded and bury their dead. Ragnar looks down on the battlefield, still littered with bodies. "We lost many a brave man today Lothan." Lothan nods "Yes, we did. But the losses would have been greater if not for the powder your young friend gave us." Ragnar nods "I pray our people are able to create more of it quickly." He turns, hearing someone approach and sees Jori, blood stains covering his clothing and arms "Jori, you are injured?" Jori shakes his head "No my Lord, a few minor scratches." He looks at the blood "However some of the Goth were not as fortunate. Your people fought well today, you should be proud of them." He watches as the Goth army moves off "The Goth seem to have had enough for today." Ragnar sighs "Yes but they will be back tomorrow and in stronger numbers." He motions "Come, I need to see to my people and the wounded. Then we shall clean up some and eat."
Ragnar heads toward the city walls and Barkas approachs from within.
"My Lord," he bows.
Ragnar puts a hand on his shoulder. "Rise, Barkas, I'm too tired for bowing and nodding as undoubtedly you and the others are. Are you hurt?"
Barkas rises. "No, my Lord, I'm fine, but...we have not seen anything of Bran since the battle began. I have scoured the city and the battlefield and there is no sign of him."
"No need for concern. Bran can handle himself. Perhaps he's just busy seeing to the injured or seeing to our store of arms. If you are well, you might head to the armory yourself...see what we've got left, if anything. We'll need to refresh ourselves quickly because the Goths' retreat is only temporary."
"Yes, my Lord" he bows and heads off in the direction of the armory building.
Ragnar walks among the wounded, who are now being tended to by a few of the women who were summoned from the caves. Lothan is bent over a young man talking earnestly to him as Ragnar approaches.
"Is everything well with you, Lothan? Ah, Cadfael...you are hurt!"
The young man looks up and smiles weakly. "I'll be fine, my Lord, just a flesh wound." Ragnar looks at his abdomen, wrapped in cloth which is soaked with blood and at Lothan, with a question in his eyes.
"Get your rest...we'll need all we can to continue this battle." "Yes, Lord"
Ragnar walks a few paces away and Lothan follows. "Is it as bad as it looks?" "I'm afraid so, my Lord. He's a tough one, though, so he just might pull through. I don't think he'll be able to fight for some time. Ragnar...we simply don't have enough strength to keep up this fight. We lost many today."
"Yes, many died bravely. For their sake, we must fight on." He looks toward the horizon, where the sun is setting, and adds quietly, "And hope that Aswar is true to his word."
He turns back to Lothan..."We must secure the city gates. Have a guard set up from among the most able bodied. I don't think the Goths will return before daylight, but we can't take any chances."
"Yes, Lord" Lothan walks off and calls to a nearby soldier.
Ragnar turns to Jori, who has been walking beside him all this time. "You see the price we pay is great, but the reward for this battle is even greater. Freedom never comes except at a price. Come, Jori, we must get some rest before we take up arms once again."
Jori nods and watches as Lothan leaves "I shall clean up a bit and then join Lothan at the gates My Lord. He will need all the able bodied men he can find." "You need rest and food first," Ragnar answers. "You can not fight at half strength." He stops by a small stream "We will both eat and rest, this battle has just begun my friend."
Ragnar leads Jori into a nearby building, one of the largest in the city. The main hall is lined with several long tables. A few men sit at the tables, others are standing about in groups talking.
"The Great Hall," Ragnar says, in answer to the questioning look on Jori's face.
He walks up to largest table, at the far end of the room and motions to Jori, "Sit, we'll have something to eat and regroup."
No sooner have the two seated themselves when a young woman approaches and sets plates of food and cups in front of them. Ragnar picks up a bottle that is on the table and pours from it into each glass. "We may look uncivilized, but we prodouce fine wine here," he winks.
The two eat for a few minutes in silence and then Lothan enters from a side door and joins them.
"The guard is in place, my Lord. And we have restocked with what was left in the armory, but I'm afraid we don't have much left. The others are just about finished producing the powder at Jori's instructions. They hope to be finished by first light."
"Good," Ragnar nods. "Has there been any word from Bran?"
"No, Lord, I'm afraid I haven't seen or heard from him. But knowing him, he's gone off on some wild tangent...you know how he is."
"Yes, unfortunately. Far too hot headed for his own good. Hopefully he won't get himself killed."
Just then the main door opens with a clatter and a young man rushes up to Ragnar's table.
"My Lord, we have word from the scouts...the Goths have encamped much closer than we expected. They are just over the far ridge."
Lothan looks at Ragnar eagerly. "A tactical error, Ragnar. We could easily take them by surprise after night falls. You know they aren't nearly as capable in the dark as they are by day."
"No, but unfortunately, neither are we. It's tempting, yes, but I think given our current numbers we can't risk it. Better to draw them to us, where we can strke with the catapults and lances as well as the sword."
Lothan starts to object, but Ragnar holds up a hand and stops him, "No, Lothan...for now we take the cautious approach."
Lothan sighs "As you wish." He turns and leaves as others who were watching go back to eating.
Jori sips his wine "He did not seem pleased with your decision." Ragnar shrugs "No, but he will obey it. There can be but one leader."
Jori nods, setting his wine down as he picks up a piece of meat "You mentioned catapaults, may I ask how many you have?" Ragnar pauses, thinking "If they all survived today's battle we have 8 in total." He looks at Jori "you have an idea?"
Jori twirls the piece of meat in his fingers, then takes a bite, laying the rest back down on the plate. "Perhaps. A Catapault can be a fierce weapon when it is loaded with the right ammunition." He wipes his hands and stretches, fighting a sudden tiredness brought on by a long day, wine and food "Do you have any fuels, such as oil? Oil combined with the powder would make a very nice fire ball."
"Fire ball? I like your thinking, Jori. We do have a store of oil...should be quite full at this point, since winter is still quite a ways off. When we're finished here, I will speak to Lothan and have some of the powder and the oil combined and set up in the catapults."
Ragner finishes his meal and pushes his plate away.
"Why don't you get some rest? There should be plenty of beds available in the barracks...its the building just next door. I have to speak with Lothan and then attend to some...er, personal business before I get my own rest."
Ragnar gets up and heads toward Lothan, who is standing by the main door. He speaks with him briefly, giving him the instructions about the powder and oil, then steps outside.
He walks up a nearby hillside on top of which is a small circle of stones. He kneels in their midst and bows his head, "May the great gods be with us this day. Give me the power to guide my people with wisdom and courage. They have great need of me and I must not let them down."
He kneels in silence for a few minutes, then lays down in the grass a short distance away and before long is sound asleep. As he sleeps a shadowy figure appears in the middle of the stone circle. He sits up and stares, the figure...a woman in a long cloak, reaches out a hand from which a bright ball of light emanates.
"Fear not Ragnar...the power of light is with you. Do not waiver from your purpose and your people will stand firm with you. The light shines within you."
She disappears as quickly as she came, in a white hot flash of light. Ragnar stirs from his spot on the grass and shakes his head, mutters a single word, "Zirce" and falls back against the grass, looking up at the star filled sky.
He sighs deeply, knowing the great struggle which he and his people face. But a sense of calmness has come over him and he smiles faintly. He closes his eyes and falls back to sleep.
Some time later, he is awakened by an urgent tugging at his shoulder. He opens his eyes to see Barakas bending over him.
"I'm sorry, Lord, I know you don't like to be disturbed when you are on the hilltop, but...the scouts report that the Goths are breaking camp."
Ragnar stands up quickly and looks about. It is daylight, the sun barely above the horizon.
"They're out to an early start. We must prepare." He starts down the hillside, Barakas working hard to keep up.
"Has Lothan got the catapults ready? And how are our troops?"
"The catapults are prepared, Lord. The troops are few, but steadfast."
"Then we've got a battle to fight," Ragnar replies, winking at Barakas.
He hurries through the city center to the main gates. Above him, on the platform of the city wall, the eight catapults are lined up, troops manning each one. Lothan approaches.
"We are ready, my Lord. The oil and powder mixture is fixed and ready to be launched at your order. And the air ships are in the sky."
"Good...let the air ships strike first, to slow them down. Wait until they are almost upon the wall before you launch the fire balls. And for pity's sake, Lothan...be sure your aim is straight. We won't get another chance."
"Yes, my Lord" Lothan hurries up a nearby staircase to the platform. Ragnar heads toward the main gate, where he sees Jori standing ready for battle. "Ah Jori, I trust you are well rested. The battle resumes, and hopefully your latest idea will be our saving grace."
A roar is heard in the distance and the Goth army can be seen mounting the crest of farthest hill. Shadows fall across them as the airships pass. The ships soar across the Goth army and drop their load, slowing the Goths in their charge.
The Goths continue on, looking a bit dazed and as they approach the gates, Ragnar lets loose a thunderous cry, "NOW...FIRE!!!!!"
With that the catapults launch simultaneously, their firey ammunition sailing toward the oncoming Goth forces. The Goths see what is coming and try to retreat, but it is too late as the giant fire balls rain down on them. Screams of terror can be heard as Goth soldiers are incinerated.
"CHARGE!" shouts Ragnar and the army streams forth from the gate, attack the stunned Goths with a vengence. In the midst of the battle, Ragnar hears Barakas' voice, crying, "Look...there...in the distance...it's Bran!!" Ragnar runs his sword through the nearest Goth and looks up to see Bran leading a group of rough looking men in silver armor over the hill. They bear down on the Goths from the rear and begin an onslaught of their own.
As the second day of battle comes to an end, the Goths once more retreat...beaten, burned and bruised but still large in number. Yet the men of Maruth can not help but feel victorious.
This day would be written into their history as the great victory of Jori and Bran.
Later that evening, the men are gathered in the great hall. Though they know that more battle awaits them tomorrow, they are in good spirits, eating, drinking and laughing.
Ragnar sits at the main table with Jori, Lothan, Bran and a fourth man who looks similar to the others, but with fire red hair and an equally firey beard.
Ragnar turns toward Bran and his companion and lifts his cup, "Well Bran, I can't say that I was pleased with your absence but I can hardly complain about your return. Theodin and his men were truly a sight for sore eyes on the battlefield today." He salutes the stranger with his cup and takes a long drink.
Bran laughs and takes a drink of his own, "I know I should have consulted you first, Ragnar, but given the situation there just wasn't time. We were outnumbered and I knew if I could slip away unnoticed I'd have a better chance of reaching Theodin unharmed. Fortunately when I did, he remembered his pledge to help me and made good on it."
Theodin bristles at this, "I hardly had a choice, Bran - a man is only as good as his word and my people do not back down on their word. Besides, if the Goths were to take Maruth, it would only be a matter of time before they marched on Haspin and my people aren't nearly as well suited to fight them off as yours are."
"Well suited, hmph" says Ragnar, "I don't know about that. Your men are fine warriors and mine are quickly diminishing in number. Even our location with the mountain behind us offers little protection. But fortunately, we have great allies...yourself and young Jori here," Ragnar favors Jori with a bone crunching clap on the shoulder.
Jori winces and smiles, "I appreciate the good favor my Lord. I am happy to help in whatever way I can. I only hope the powder will hold up. It took a great deal of it to create the fireballs I'm afraid. Your workers are doing their best to fashion more, but I don't know if they'll be ready by tomorrow."
"Yes, I know," Ragnar says, "but we are not without resources of our own. Now that Bran has returned he can lead the mounted charge. Our steeds can be of great help but they take, er, careful handling, eh Bran?"
Bran smiles, "Indeed. Fortunately Theodins men are not unfamiliar with our mounts so they can help in that department. If they are so inclined." He turns toward Theodin.
"We are here for the duration, my Lord. Whatever service we can provide, we shall. And before I left Haspin I instructed one of my servants to light the signal fires. I wager to say all men in these parts should be equally willing to join your fight. No doubt by morning you will find others arriving to help as well."
"From your lips to the ears of the gods," Ragnar responds. "We have one more day to withstand, then..."
"Then what, my Lord?" asks Lothan.
Ragnar looks at a point somewhere in the distance. "I'm not exactly sure, but hopefully Aswar will have an answer for me...for all of us."
Lothan raises an eyebrow but says nothing. The revelry continues until everyone has eventually found a spot to rest. Ragnar returns to the hilltop and the exercise of the night before is repeated, complete with the spirit woman's appearance, except this time upon awakening Ragnar feels an odd sense of apprehension. Something awaits the next day, something which Ragnar dreads...
Jori had gone to bed as well but did not sleep. Finally around midnight he gets up, leaving the barracks quietly. Most of the village is quiet but there are guards at the main gate. As Jori approaches Bran sits up from a make shift bed by the gate "Jori? I thought you had retired." He frowns seeing Jori is carrying his sword and has added two long knives that cross on his back "You have prepared for battle a little early. The Goth will not attack until the sun rises."
Jori smiles and nods "Yes I know, that is why I must leave now." Bran quickly stands up "Leave? You are leaving us!?!" Jori shakes his head and puts his hand on Bran's shoulder "No, I shall be back. But we will not have enough powder to continue the battle with the Catapaults and the Goths have now moved theirs to the front." He shifts his sword some and motions to a pouch of powder "I am going to try and remove that threat. With luck I can slip in while they sleep."
Bran looks around for his sword "I shall acompany you then." "No." Jori said "Ragnar needs you here to lead the mounted charge. Tell Ragnar when he awakes that I will return in time for the battle. He has my word on that." Jori clasps Bran's hand and forearm "I will return."
Bran watches as Jori scales the gate, disappearing into the dark "Ragnar will not be pleased."
As the dawn breaks Ragnar returns to the village to gather his men. He looks around "I see our young friend has over slept. Lothan, find Jori." Bran shakes his head "No need Lothan, Jori is not here." Ragnar frowns "Not here? WHERE is he Bran?"
Bran looks out beyond the gates "He left in the night to try and disable the Goth's Catapaults. Not long ago I heard several explosions in the distance, but he has not returned."
Ragnar swears and paces "We can not spare a man to look for him. I pray he knows what he is doing. Come, we have a battle to prepare for. Lothan, see to the catapaults and supplies. Have the men use the powder sparingly." Lothan nods and leaves as Ragnar looks at Bran "You and the Theodins fought bravely yesterday. Sadly I must as you to do the same and more today." Bran nods "We will My Lord. I shall see to the mounts."
Ragnar turns to another "Have my armor brought to me, it is going to be a long day." "Indeed my Lord," Jori answers "but the Goth are now without their catapaults." Ragnar turns and smiles "I should be angry with you my friend. I ordered that no one leave the camp." "I know and I apologize but I felt it was necessary." Ragnar's smile fades as he sees blood oozing from Jori's thigh "You are wounded!" Jori winces, pressing his hand just above the wound "It is nothing, I got careless and let one of their guards see me. I will bandage it and be fine."
The soldier Ragnar had dispatched returns with his armor and he dresses for battle. He pauses for a second and fingers his sword.
"Duenin has seen me through many a battle," he says to Jori, "but I fear today even this great sword may not be enough to staunch the attack."
"Not to fear, my Lord," Jori replies, "you are not without allies. Together we shall fight the enemy and together we are much stronger."
"We had better be." Ragnar looks up at the platform above his head. "Lothan, are we prepared?"
"We have done the best we can with what we have, but I'm afraid we only had enough powder to fill four of the catapults."
"Well, than that shall have to be enough. Remember, wait for my signal and watch your aim."
"Yes, my Lord!"
"Come, Jori, we must take up our places." He leads Jori through the gates and as he passes the gate keeper he nods, "Keep the gates open until Bran and the mounts have passed, then get them closed as quickly as possible."
"The...mounts?" The gate keeper swallows hard, then nods. "Yes, my Lord."
Jori looks at Ragnar questioningly. "He seemed awfully anxious about a few horses, didn't he?"
"Horses?" Ragnar says with a smile, but offers no explanation. He leads Jori to the front of the lines and takes his place.
A rumble in the distance signals the approach of the Goths. They are just becoming visible on the horizon when an even louder rumble emanates from behind. Jori turns to glance at the gates just in time to see what looks like a herd of bison heading out toward them. His eyes widen in horror and he cries, "My Lord, Ragnar, behind us!"
Ragnar doesn't take his eyes off the Goths but shouts, "MAKE WAY!!!!". As one, the assembled forces part. Jori is temporarily frozen in place, but Ragnar reaches out a hand, grabs him and pulls him back just in time as the mounts pass. Now Jori can see that they are giant, shaggy beasts with large horns protruding from the side of their heads. Bran is at the head of the pack, sword in hand, and Theodin is close behind whooping and smiling as he rides.
"But they're heading right for the Goths," Jori shouts at Ragnar over the din, "They'll be killed!"
"Not likely," Ragnar responds. "It takes a lot to throw an Oeffid off it's pace. As long as they remain atop their mounts, they have the advantage, and they can help slow down the Goths." He fingers his sword as Bran and his men breach the oncoming Goths. They plow through the ranks, the great beasts trampling unsuspecting Goths, their riders striking with sword and spear.
While some of the Goth forces are slowed by the initial attack, a body of them continues to move forward and Ragnar waits until they are almost upon his men before giving Lothan the command, "NOW....FIRE!!!!"
The catapults let loose their burden and Ragnar leads his forces in the charge. This battle is longer and much more bloody than the previous days. For a long while it looks as if the Goths will not be turned away, but finally their leader issues a command in their own language and his troops begin to back off.
Ragnar, still in single combat with a particularly stubborn Goth guard, catches a movement out of the corner of his eye and notices Bran, still atop his mount, heading back toward the city. Bran spies his Lord's predicament and rides up on the unsuspecting Goth and lops off his head with one swift stroke of his sword.
Ragnar looks up at him with an annoyed expression. "I had him, Bran!" Bran laughs, "Yes, right where he wanted you."
Ragnar returns his sword to its sheath. "What was the cost? Did we louse many Oeffid?" "Just two, my Lord." Bran reaches down and pats the neck of his mount. "They were quite successful today."
"Good." As they speak, Theodin draws up beside Bran on his own mount. "I'm afraid you were a bit optimistic about the response of the outlying peoples, Theodin," Bran says, "it seems they weren't all too eager to respond to your singnal."
"I can't understand that," Theodin responds. "They have to realize the severity of this threat."
"Not to worry," replies Ragnar, "I can't blame them for not wanting to face the Goths. I just hope we can hold up."
Jori approachs the group, dusty and bruised but otherwise unharmed. "These Goths are a bigger challenge than I realized, my Lord." At the sound of his voice, Bran's mount makes a snorting sound and paws the earth. Jori looks up at it doubtfully.
Ragnar smiles, "It seems Jori here was expecting horses." "Horses?!" Bran laughs, "they wouldn't get very far in a battle like this. They're fine for transport or for the ladies, but in war you can't beat an Oeffid!" He pats his mount again.
"Speaking of which," says Theodin, "we'd better get these inside and give them something to drink before they collapse." Bran looks at Ragnar, who nods, "Yes, go...I have no need of you out here. By all means tend to your beasts." The two ride off through the city gates.
Ragnar looks off toward the far hillside, a look of anxiety on his face which Jori can't help but notice. "You seem troubled, my Lord, despite what was another well fought battle."
"Well fought, yes, but at what price?" Ragnar surveys the dead bodies scattered on the battlefield around him. "And the Goths were far too quick to retreat."
"Quick? It felt like they'd never back off. I actually thought they might breach the walls today."
"Yes, Jori, but for them it was quick nonetheless. The Goth do not give up...it's not in their nature. I still have a feeling that something isn't right. We might yet have another threat to face before this day is done."
Ragnar starts to walk toward the city gates, with Jori at his side.
Once inside the gates Ragnar turns "Koran, bring food and wine to my quarters, enough for myself and Jori." He motions "Come, we will eat while we can. Lothan, see to your men and yourself. Get food and rest but do not leave the walls ungaurded." Lothan nods and leaves as Jori follows Ragnar to his small home.
Inside Ragnar motions for Jori to sit as he slowly removes his armor and puts it to the side "My feelings tell me the Goth will strike yet again today. We must be ready." Jori nods as an old man brings in a tray of food and a flask of wine "I trust your feelings Ragnar, but the Goth seem to have had their fill of the battle for now."
Ragnar picks up the flask and walks over to Jori "Indeed they have but they will rest and feed and be ready for more." He uncorks the flask "Now about your wound." He turns the flask and pours a generous amount of the wine directly onto Jori's leg, causing Jori to wince and swear loudly. Ragnar smiles and pours a cup, handing it to Jori "It is a good disenfectant as well as a drink." Jori winces and rubs his leg "I prefer to DRINK it my Lord." Ragnar laughs "My apologies but you do me no good on one leg."
Ragnar sits down "Eat and relax Jori, for I fear our day is not over."
A knock sounds at the door and at Ragnar's bidding it opens and Bran enters.
"Well, I trust you've seen your beasts to their rest."
"Yes, they are spent but they fought well."
"Bran, we must be on our guard. I have a strong feeling that the threat has not passed yet this day."
"But the sun is almost ready to set. The Goths can not strike in the dark. With all due respect, I think your feelings may be misleading you."
Ragnar takes the knife with which he was eating his food and stabs it into the table sharply, between two of Brans fingers. Bran looks up in surprise.
"You'd better pray to the gods that I'm mistaken, for if I'm not...the price could indeed be great. The Goth are smarter than we'd like to think. They have had time to take in the effects of Jori's powder. It is only a matter of time before they come up with a way around it."
Jori bristles at this, "My Lord, I seriously doubt they'll be able to avoid it. With all due respect, you're a bit...er...primative around here."
"Primative, yes, but not stupid Jori. And not without powers of our own...some beyond the pale of mortal men, even one as advanced as yourself."
"But the Goths don't posses any of those powers," Bran interjects.
"Not that we know of," Ragnar corrects him.
Suddenly the door crashes open and a young soldier enters, his eyes wide with terror, "My Lord...quickly...the gates. You are needed!"
Ragnar jumps up instantly and grabs his armor and sword. He, Jori and Bran bolt out the door and into the center of the city. As they approach the gates, they hear a great crashing as well as shouting and screaming. The gate shudders as if being pushed by an enormous force.
Seeing them approach, Lothan shouts from up on the platform where he is commanding a group of soldier with spears and longbows.
"They've almost penetrated the gate! I don't think we can hold them off much longer!"
Ragnar dashes up the stairs onto the platform, followed by the others. He moves toward one of the openings in the wall and looks out. Bran and Jori do the same on either side of him and what they see stuns them all.
Below, a group of armored Goth guards steer a huge, log shaped object at the gate. It is the general shape of a common battering ram, but far larger than any they have seen before. At its end it has the head of a beast and worst of all...it is on fire.
Ragnar looks down behind him and calls out, "You, soldiers, bring one of the water stores, as fast as you can!" They turn and flee back into the city. A few moments later they return, bearing a giant wheeled container filled with water.
"Lothan, fill the barrels with water and some of the oil from the catapults. Get them over there, above the gates." Lothan nods and follows his orders. When the barrels are in place the men fasten them with ropes and begin to heave them up.
"Wait!" comes a voice from behind them and Jori steps up. Ragnar looks at him with a question. "If we light the oil on top of the barrels we can double the damage...the hot oil will take care of the Goths and the water their fire."
"Good thinking, Jori...I like your style, friend!" Ragnar smiles, then turns toward Lothan. "You heard him...light the oil, then HEAVE!"
They light the oil at the top of each barrel and dump them one after the other onto the Goths below. The smell of burning flesh and shrieks of agony emanate from below and after a few moments, the fire in the battering ram goes out. Without their light, and with their numbers weakened by the effects of the hot oil, the Goths are once again forced to retreat.
Ragnar and his men heave a sigh of relief.
"My Lord," comes a voice from below. Ragnar looks down to see the gate keeper. "The gates have sustained some damage. I'm not sure we'll be able to hold off another attack."
"Lothan, round up some lumber and see what your men can to do shore up the gate." Lothan nods and moves off.
Ragnar claps Jori on the shoulder. "Quick thinking, my friend. We owe you another debt."
"There is no debt among friends," Jori smiles. "Or among warriors."
Ragnar turns toward Bran. "We must sleep in shifts tonight. Keep a guard on the gate at all times. The Goth shouldn't be able to come back again, but we can't take any chances with the gate weakened."
"Yes, Lord. I'll take the first watch myself."
"I must get some rest, but I shall be back to take my own turn as well."
He leaves them and heads up the hillside again toward the stone circle. He repeats his ritual but this time the woman of light does not appear and he falls instead into a dark, fitful sleep.
Jori joins Lothan and the others in an attempt to repair the gate as well as they can. Finally lack of sleep takes it's toll and both Jori and Lothan head back to the barracks. Along the way they pass the caves where the wounded lay and Lothan stops by young Cambeth "You should be sleeping Cambeth." Cambeth winces "I try sir but the pain is great." Jori kneels down next to him "I can help your pain, if you will let me." Cambeth nods and Lothan looks at Jori, "You are not a wizard." Jori removes the medallion he wears and places it in the young man's hand "This medallion has powers. My brother wore it and then gave it to me." He molded Cambeth's hand around it "Hold it tight and it will take away the pain. All you have to do is believe in it."
Cambeth closes his fist weakly and then shuts his eyes. His breathing slows and Lothan frowns "He is worse." Cambeth slowly opens his eyes and smiled weakly "It works, the pain has eased." Jori smiles and slowly stands, his own wound aching "Hold on to it tight and do not lose it. When you are well I shall ask for it back. It is all I have of my brother." Cambeth nods "I shall keep it safe for you sir."
Ragnar awakens and makes his way to the city gate. It is dark, but the sky is alight with stars. He climbs the steps to the platform and walks over to the parapet above the gate, where Theodin sits.
"Get some rest, Theodin, I'll take the next watch."
"I'd argue with you, but I'm too tired to do so." Theodin rises, pats Ragnar on the shoulder and walks off. Ragnar stands and looks out through the opening in the parapet. The battlefield is dark but he can just make out the outlines of bodies scattered here and there.
He sighs and lifts his gaze up toward the far hillside, where Aswar said to look. Sunrise on the fourth day, he thinks...I hope you are true to your word, wise one.
Just then he spies a faint light off in the distance in the opposite direction. He shakes his head thinking he must be mistaken, but the light is growing now...getting brighter by the moment. He grasps the handle of his sword and tenses. He hears steps behind him but doesn't turn, keeping his gaze on the growing light.
"Ragnar, do you see?" It's Bran. "Yes, I do." "What is it? More Goths? But it's not coming from the right direction for that."
Ragnar turns to him and smiles. "Not Goths, my friend, not Goths. Hurry and open the gates." Bran looks puzzled but does as he is bidden, and Ragnar follows him down the steps to the gate. As the gate creaks open, the two find themselves looking at an approaching group of armored men. As they move closer, Bran recognizes the symbol on their breastplates...the black hawk of Aslean.
The men march up to the gate and their leader holds up a hand to signal a stop. He then walks forward.
"Hail, Ragnar, Lord of the Clans, ruler of Maruth!"
"Hail, Marcus...we are glad to see you, old friend."
Marcus smiles and proffers a hand which Ragnar clasps warmly. "I am sorry we took so long to get here. We saw the signal fire but I'm afraid we've been hit rather hard by the Goths ourselves and we had to regroup before we could come to your aid."
"Not to worry, Marcus, you're here now...that's what matters. Please, bring your men inside."
Marcus turns and motions to his men and they enter the gate.
"We are ready to join the fight for freedom. If victory is within our grasp, we shall have it!"
Ragnar smiles and motions “Come you must be tired and hungry from your journey. I will show you to the great hall where you can have food, wine and rest.”
Marcus nods “A good cup of wine would taste good, if we have the time.” Ragnar nods “We do, a few hours at least. As you well know the Goth do not like to fight before sunrise.”
They walk to the Great Hall and Ragnar smiles as Jori limps in, sword and shield in hand “Jori my friend, I thought you had gone to rest.” Jori hesitates seeing the men “I heard a commotion.” Ragnar nods “Come meet my good friend and ally Marcus. We have fought many battles together. He and his men are from Aslean. Marcus, this is Jori. Without his help the Goth would have overtaken the city by now.”
Marcus shakes Jori’s hand “Indeed? Then it is an honor to meet you boy.” Jori bristles slightly “The honor is mine sir.” He looks at Ragnar “I shall leave you to your friends my Lord. I saw Bran at the gate, I will join him there.” Marcus laughs loudly “My Lord?” He looks at Ragnar and bows deeply “I had no idea I was in the presence of greatness, my Lord.” Jori glances at Marcus and his men then leaves.
Ragnar frowns slightly then pats Marcus on the shoulder “Ragnar will do fine Marcus. I can’t expect old bones like yours to be bowing at my feet now, can I?” He grins “Eat and drink my friend, I shall be back shortly.”
He leaves the hall and walks to catch up with Jori, stopping him “You did not seem pleased to see Marcus and his men, can I ask why?” Jori shrugs “I’m sure they will be of great help to you and the battle.” Ragnar smiles “They will, our men can not withstand another attack without help. Marcus is a good man Jori, do not let his joking bother you, he means no offense. Come join us for a bite of food and cup of wine.” Jori hesitates then smiles “Forgive me, I am just tired. It’s been a long day and night.” He rubs his leg “And if I have wine or food now I may not stay awake. I’ll join Bran at the wall, the fresh air will do me good.” He smiled again "Besides, I want to find out more about your horses. I figured Bran might let me get a closer look at them."
Bran is standing by one of the parapets as Jori climbs the steps to the platform.
"Awake already?" he asks as Jori approaches. "I just took over here, I'll be fine for a while, why don't you get yourself something to eat?"
"No, I'm fine," Jori replies. "Actually, I was hoping I might get a closer look at your, er, mounts. These Oeffids seem like interesting creatures."
"They are strong and fierce, but can be great allies if you know how to handle them. It takes some training. Approach them the wrong way and they'll snap you in half without a second thought." Bran winks at Lothan, who is standing to the other side of Jori.
"Aye," he joins in, "there aren't many who'll risk life and limb with those beasts. I wouldn't risk it by myself if I were you. Bran here is an expert with them."
"I think I can handle myself, thank you," says Jori, stiffening. "We're not without riding skills on Altar you know."
"Well, if you're really determined, as soon as my watch here is over, I'll take you to the stables." says Bran. Jori nods in agreement.
A little while later a group of Theodin's men arrive to take over the watch and Bran gets up to leave. "If you're ready, Jori, we'll head to the stables."
"After you," Jori replies and they head down the stairs.
Bran leads the way past the barracks and to the far corner of town. As they approach the stalls a pungent odor reaches Jori's nostrils and he winces. "Hard to keep the stables under wraps with that stench, eh?"
Bran laughs, "Not exactly a sweet smell, but then we don't keep them for their smell." He walks up to the stone wall encircling the stables and peers over the gate. "They're still exhausted from their exertions today. They are strong enough in battle, but it takes them time to recover afterward."
Jori steps up beside Bran and peers over the wall. He sees two of the creatures lying on the ground asleep, leaning against each other. Two more are in the far corner of the pen. Another stirs from the darkness of an overhang and approaches them. Bran stretches out a hand which the creature sniffs then nuzzles.
"They don't seem all that fierce," Jori quips and holds out his hand. Bran starts to exclaim a warning as the beast turns toward Jori. He extends his head...sniffs at Jori's hand and after a few seconds starts to nuzzle it. Jori smiles and pats him on the neck. Bran looks annoyed but says nothing.
"Would it be possible for me to ride him?" Jori asks.
Bran snorts, "You're a risk taker, aren't you? It's your life...but for pity's sake, be careful."
Bran leads the beast through an opening at the near side of the pen into another pen-like opening. "A training circle," he explains to Jori. He takes up a rope harness which is hanging on the wall and attaches it to the beast. "You sit on his back, with your legs behind his head and hold this - he indicates a leather loop attached to the rope. It will keep you in place. After a few months you should be able to keep your balance well enough that you can ride without holding on."
Jori looks over the harness and nods. He puts a foot on the beasts front leg, climbs up his back and takes his place as Bran has indicated. The creature starts and stops a few times, then Jori nudges him with his left foot and the creature takes off at a gallop toward the far end of the circle. Bran watches with a smirk, waiting for the inevitable crash of a new rider losing his balance and falling. After a few moments he sees the beast heading back toward him, still at a full gallop.
"What is that lunatic thinking? There isn't room enough for a quick stop, he's going to hit the wall at full speed!" Bran jumps up, ready to grab the beast and bring him to an abrupt stop, but before he can the beast pulls up and Jori swipes at Bran with the long knife he is brandishing in one hand.
Bran looks up, astonished. "Very good. You're a quick study. Or you've ridden before."
Jori dimounts and smiles. "Not Oeffids, no, but I am not new to riding. He pats the beasts neck. "They are quite fascinating animals indeed. I shall enjoy riding one in battle."
"In battle?" Bran laughs. "What makes you think you are ready for that?"
"What makes you think I am not?" Jori responds. "As I see it, you are hardly in a position to refuse help."
Bran begins to speak, then stops himself. "Yes...you're right, I'm not. But I won't be responsible for what happens if you can't handle yourself in combat."
"I don't expect you to be," Jori says with a smile.
Bran looks at him again and shakes his head "Ragnar won't like it either." Jori closes the gate and shrugs "He doesn't have to know. He'll have enough to worry about when the sun rises." He holds out his hand "Thank you for the chance to ride Bran." Bran hesitates then shakes Jori's hand and smiles "You've got guts, I'll give you that." He stretches "Well YOU may be able to go on no sleep or food but I'm not. I'm going to grab some sleep while I can."
He walks off and Jori winces, rubbing his leg as he heads off to the Great Hall, hunger gnawing at his stomach. Marcus and his men are still there eating, drinking and laughing. Jori sighs, taking a plate of food and cup of wine, then heads back out to find a quiet place to eat. He walks up the hill a ways and stops seeing Ragnar sitting on the ground staring off "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." He turns to leave but Ragnar motions "You aren't, sit."
Jori hesitates but does and Ragnar continues "I come up here to think. It's quiet at night and the air is cool." He smiles and sniffs "And it is far enough away from the Oeffids not to smell them, USUALLY." Jori grins and brushes at his pants "Um sorry, their odor does tend to linger a bit."
Ragnar smiles. "I see you've been getting a closer look at them. I hope you were at least wise enough to go under Bran's guidance. The Oeffids are not to be taken lightly."
"I went with Bran, yes," Jori replies and begins to eat.
"Good, good." Ragnar takes a deep breath and looks out over the hillside. "What must you think of us, Jori? I'm afraid we haven't given you much of a welcome. Normally, we're not such a violent peoples. Unfortunately, we've been living under the scourge of the Goths for some time now and you have to learn to...adapt. But we live in hope that one day we'll be able to return to the life we once knew...a life of peace, exploration and freedom."
"I do not look upon you and your people with scorn, my Lord," Jori replies. "I understand the occasional need to fight for what one believes in. It is at the heart of most great peoples...if not all."
"I would learn more of your home, when there is time. But now we must prepare for battle. If all goes as I expect, tomorrow may be a day that future generations speak of with pride...the day Murath regains its freedom."
"I certainly hope so," Jori replies. "It will be an honor to have been part of it."
Ragnar claps him on the shoulder and smiles.
At first light Ragnar comes down the hill into the town. Lothan is on the platform looking over one of the catapults, which looks worse for the wear.
"How are we situated?" Ragnar calls up. "Not well, my Lord. They may only have one more strike in them." "Hopefully, one more strike is all we'll need."
Ragnar climbs the steps and looks out over the battlefield. He fixes his gaze on a spot in the distance. Lothan moves silently to his side. "What are you looking for? The Goths wouldn't come from that direction." "No, they wouldn't...but then I don't look for Goths. Prepare the forces, make sure the airships are ready, and have Bran ready the mounts." "All done, my Lord...we are ready for the fight." "Good, then I shall prepare myself."
He goes back down the steps and walks to the armory. He dresses for battle and steps outside, sheathing his sword as he goes. He stops a soldier who is wallking by..."Have you seen Jori?" "No, Lord, I've no sign of him." "Hmmm...I hope he didn't go off to do something rash again. Ah well, I can't wait for him."
He heads to the gates and the gate keeper opens them. He walks out and to the head of his forces. He turns and looks over his men, at Lothan up on the platform who nods and at Bran, just visible in the distance leading the mounts.
"MEN OF MURATH...I ASK YOU TO GIVE ALL YOU HAVE FOR ONE MORE DAY. REMEMBER, FREEDOM IS OURS BUT IT WILL NOT COME EASILY. BUT FOR THOSE BRAVE ENOUGH TO FIGHT, THE SPOILS WILL BE GREAT! FOR MURATH, FOR FREEDOM!!"
The troops respond in unison..."FOR MURATH! FOR FREEDOM!!"
Then Lothan shouts above the din, "The Goths approach!"
As the Goth army crests the hill, the airships strike, and the riders stream forth from the gates. Ragnar looks up just in time to see Jori, astride an Oeffid, just behind Bran. The battle has begun.
The Goth's put up a great struggle...Bran and the riders do their best to fight off the guard and Ragnar wields his sword with power, slaying one Goth after another. Lothan and his men let loose with the longbows and spears. Yet for all their efforts, the Goths don't seem to weaken.
Theodin approaches Ragnar on foot, the two back to back fighting off Goths with swords and long knives. "I don't think we can hold them off much longer, my Lord...they seem to have gained strength somehow." "Yes, even their armor seems somehow stronger. But keep at it...we must." They break off, each to his own battle.
Marcus' men have joined the fray and they fight like the mighty warriors they are. But still the Goths advance. Then, as the sun begins to rise above the far hill...
A blinding, blue white light shines from the top of the hill. Ragnar briefly stops and looks up. The light dissapates and he sees Aswar, riding a pure white horse. The wizard smiles at him and raises a hand, which bears a shining staff. He lets out a loud cry and rides full speed down the hillside toward the battle below. Behind him rides a legion of shadowy looking warriors, their horses hoofs pounding louder and louder on the earth until it becomes almost a deafining sound.
They reach the battlefield and ride directly into the midst of the fighting...shrieking and swinging their swords and clubs at anything they can reach. The wizard too joins the fight and soon the Goths are on their heels.
Ragnar works his way through the fray until he his nose to nose with Timon, the grotesque leader of the Goths. The horrific being towers over Ragnar but Ragnar lets loose a thunderous cry and strikes with his sword, coming down directly through Timon's skull. Timon lets loose a loud shriek then his entire body rends in two. A shock wave emanates from it and spreads quickly across the battlefield, each Goth shuddering and imploding in its wake, until Ragnar and his men and their allies are left staring at the charred remains in awe.
After a few seconds Bran's mount rears up on its hind legs and Bran shouts, "FREEDOM!!!!"
Soon the entire battlefield and the city beyond are crying out, "FREEDOM!!!! FREEDOM!!!"
Ragnar smiles at Aswar who is now standing beside him. And together they look around at the celebration. Ragnar sighs quietly, and Aswar pats him on the shoulder.
Ragnar, looking up toward the shining towers of Murath, speaks softly..."It is done."
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Lord of the Clans
I always told bec we could get it published, but it mostly just for our own enjoyment...and for the board.
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Lord of the Clans
Lol, Sue's the writer, I just like to day dream and put it into words.
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Re: Lord of the Clans
Thought I'd add a bit more. Believe it or not our Original story is over 100 pages.
Part TWO:
"It is Done." Ragnar repeats. He smiles and looks at Aswar, Bran, Lothan and Marcus "Tonight we will bury our dead and take care of our wounded. For tomorrow we shall celebrate this great day with a feast like none have ever seen!" Marcus smiles "With plenty of wine I hope!"
Ragnar laughs "All you can drink my friend, all you can drink." He scans the battlefield "Jori. Bran where is Jori?" Bran hesitates "I do not know, we were seperated in battle. He led his Oeffid into the valley. The last time I saw him he was fighting several Goth."
Ragnar frowns and turns to Aswar "Aswar? Can you feel him?" Aswar closes his eyes and sways, not speaking for several minutes "Yes, he is alive. I believe I can follow his life sign. Come." Aswar starts down the hill and Ragnar motions "Lothan, Bran you and the others see to our dead and wounded." He turns and quickly follows Aswar down the hill, side stepping remains of dead and dying Goth.
Aswar stops and points "There." Not far ahead is an Oeffid, pawing and snorting at the ground. Next to him lay Jori.
Ragnar runs to him and kneels, seeing blood seeping from a deep wound in his side. Jori slowly opens his eyes "The battle is won My Lord?" Ragnar smiles and clasp his hand "Yes, the battle is won. And we have a victory celebration to attend." Jori winces and smiles weakly "I think you may have to start without me this time." Aswar moves over "Nonsense, your wound is deep but you are young and strong. You will live young one. You will have to rest and stay quiet for a while, but you will live." Jori closed his eyes "Rest will be nice."
Ragnar turns as two men carrying a litter arrive. One man looks at them "Lothan told us to follow My Lord." Ragnar motions "Good. Take him to my quarters. See to his wounds and make him as comfortable as you can." He places his hand on Jori's shoulder "These men will take care of you and tend your wound. I must see to our new allies Aswar has brought."
The men gently place Jori on the litter and carry him off. Ragnar watches as Aswar steps up "His wound will slow him for a while my friend but he will not die." Ragnar nods "That is good to know. Come, you must introduce me to your friends and I must thank them properly!"
Aswar looks at Ragnar and smiles, "I'm...afraid that won't be possible."
"Not possible? What do you mean? They have come to our aid, I must thank them properly."
The wizard has turned back toward the main battlefield. "Thank whom?" Ragnar steps up beside him and follows his gaze. The battlefield is littered with bodies...the remnants of Goths, some of Ragnar's own men, a few bearing the familiar armor with a black hawk, attended to by their fellows. And Theodin's men, helping some of their wounded to their feet. But there is no sign of the shadow riders or their great, dark horses, who had accompanied Aswar.
"I don't understand. What kind of army fights and disappears without word?"
"An army which follows no man. They served their purpose and were released. Their debt is paid."
"Debt? What debt?"
"The one they owed to the Great Wizard, my forbear. It was his staff they followed." Aswar fingers the ragged staff in his hand with a blue-green jewel set in its head.
Ragnar looks at his friend as if he is seeing him for the first time. "The shadow army! But...that's just a legend! They aren't real!"
"They were real enough today, were they not?"
"You never cease to amaze, my friend." Aswar smiles.
"Come...we have wounded to tend to. And you have a messenger to dispatch. The women and children are still in the caves."
"Yes, yes...we've much to do."
The two men with the litter pass by, Jori lying on the stretched canvas between them, his eyes closed.
Aswar and Ragnar make their way to the city gates. The wounded are being carried in and the dead tended to. In the distance, Bran is leading the mounts toward the stables.
Lothan approaches and claps Ragnar on the shoulder. "Lothan, dispatch a messenger to the caves. Let the women and children return." Lothan smiles, "Yes, my Lord!" and moves off, calling to a soldier who stands nearby.
"I must see to the wounded, tend to what I can." says Aswar and he nods and walks off toward the barracks.
Ragnar heads up the hillside to the stone circle. He kneels briefly, says something to himself, then rises and heads back down the hill, where he meets Bran and Theodin coming from the direction of the stables.
"Did you find Jori?" asks Bran.
"Yes, he's been wounded but Aswar has tended to him and he'll be fine."
"That is good, he fought well.”
"Yes, as did you all. I hope your cost in our battle wasn't too high, Theodin, but your help was certainly appreciated."
"We lost a few, but the price was well worth the spoils. And it was our fight, Ragnar. We have no regrets."
Ragnar claps him on the shoulder. "I hope you'll stay for the celebration...that too is ours together." "Indeed!" Theodin replies with a booming laugh.
"It won't begin in earnest until tomorrow...it will take that long for the women and children to return."
Bran raises an eyebrow at this and Ragnar winks at Theodin, "Yes, Bran, they return. By midday tomorrow I should think."
Bran smiles and the three men head toward the barracks and the wounded.
Ragnar stops to check on all the wounded in the makeshift aid area, smiling as he see young Cambeth sitting up slightly "Cambeth, you are looking better!" Cambeth smiled "Yes sir, thanks to your friend Jori." Ragnar looks puzzled "Jori?" Cambeth hands him the medallion "He gave me this, he said it had special powers and would take my pain away." He shifted wincing slighly "Well most of it. I swore to guard it for him until he returned."
"Ah" Ragnar replies as he hands it back "I see." Cambeth looks around "I had hoped to return it to him but I have not seen him." Ragnar smiles "He will be around soon. You hold it for now." He pats his shoulder "Now I must see to the others."
He continues his rounds, speaking to some, consoling others before eventually he reaches his quarters and goes in. A man stands and walks over "He is awake My Lord. I cleaned and bandaged the wound. It is deep and he has lost much blood but his heart is strong." Ragnar nods "Good." The man points "Perhaps you can get him to take some Mead, it will help the pain."
Ragnar nods as the man leaves and moves over to Jori "You should be resting." "I will, are Bran, Lothan and the others ok?" Ragnar pours some mead into a cup "Yes, yes they are all uninjured." He holds the cup to Jori "Now drink this and rest. It will ease the pain some." Jori drinks then lays his head back, smiling slightly "I could get use to your 'medicine'." Ragnar laughs and drinks a long swallow of it "We may be short on armor and weapons but mead and wine we have ample supplies of." Jori closes his eyes and within minutes is asleep. Giving Ragnar the chance to quietly leave and head to the Grassy Hill above the village.
Ragnar rests on the hillside, not far from the stone circle. After a few moments, a mist forms within the circle and the woman of light appears again.
Ragnar sits up with a start. She raises her hand, holding up the glowing orb, and smiles at him.
"You have done well, Ragnar, son of Lorcas. Freedom has returned to the realm and as promised, a period of peace will now begin. Use it wisely."
The light from the orb flashes and the woman disappears. Ragnar jumps up and runs toward the stone circle. "Zirce! Wait! Please!" but it is too late. He shakes his head and turns back toward his quarters.
The next day, as the sun rises, Ragnar stands in front of his quarters looking down upon the city. For the first time in a very long time, it is at peace. He hears a noise behind him and turns to see Jori standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing up, you should be resting?!"
"I'm fine, my Lord," he says with a smile. "I thought I'd accompany you into town and see how the others are doing."
"Well alright, but take it easy. You're still in the process of healing."
“I will, trust me. Aswar’s medicine works wonders. On my world a wound like this would take weeks to heal.”
“You are far from healed Jori, remember that.”
They start down the road together into the heart of town. As they approach the great hall, Marcus steps outside and greets them.
"Ah, Ragnar...I hadn't seen you since yesterday. I hope all is well with you?"
"Yes, Marcus, I'm fine. And you? I hope your men weren't too badly taxed?"
"We lost a few, but that is the way with war. We expect it. I see our young friend is a little worse for wear. Not too bad, I hope?"
Jori smiles, "No, I'm fine. It'll heal."
Marcus looks at Ragnar, "I do hope we're to be included in this evening's revels?"
Ragnar laughs, "Marcus! Do you really think I could have a celebration without you?" They both laugh.
Jori smiles and excuses himself. "I must visit some of the wounded," he says and heads toward the barracks. "Yes, of course," Ragnar replies. He and Marcus enter the great hall as Jori reaches the door of the barracks.
Jori makes his way through the wounded stopping to speak to some along the way. Finally he sees Cambeth sitting up, eating some food. "It is good to see you eating Cambeth, I trust you are feeling better?" Cambeth smiles "Oh yes! My wound only hurts a little now." Jori slowly eases to the ground to sit next to him "That is good to hear."
"You are hurt!" Cambeth exclaims "I did not know." Jori smiles and winks "Just a flesh wound." Cambeth removes the Medallion from his pocket "Then you must take this back. I can manage now without it." Jori fingers the medallion then loops it over his neck "Thank you Cambeth, it holds many memories for me. My brother gave it to me after my first battle."
Cambeth's eyes widen "Were you as young as I am?" Jori laughs "Younger I think. But not by much." He pauses then removes a jeweled knife from his boot, case and all "Here, take this." Cambeth hesitates "I can not, it is too valuable!" Jori puts it in his hand "A warrior must have his own knife. You have earned it." Cambeth smiles "Thank you Jori, I shall carry it always."
Jori slowly gets up, holding his side "Finish your food and rest. We can talk again later." He winks "Perhaps you can convince Lothan to bring you to the celebration." Cambeth smiles "I will!"
Jori laughs and heads back to the main hall where Marcus, Lothan, Bran and Ragnar are sitting and eating. "Jori!" Bran yells "Come join us!" Jori walks over and eases down, siting on a makeshift bed of furs "If you don't mind I think I'll sit here." Lothan hands him a cup of Mead "You should not be up walking at all. You should still be in bed." Jori takes a drink "And miss a celebration? Not likely my friend."
"Celebration?" Lothan laughs, "We haven't begun to celebrate yet." The others laugh with him.
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