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- So it is settled – said the Magmar mage as he opened the door. It was dark outside the inn and the clouds made the late November afternoon as dark as an Arctic night.
- Nothing is settled puny Magmar. Nothing at all. We might be of the same blood but we are far from equal. – The mighty warrior looked into his glass – The time has come to unite the tribes. The time has come for gather our forces.
- It will be hard, as every beginning is, but I am sure you will manage.
The full moon was shining over the Chion Mountains making Hell’s Pass a desirable location for couples in love. But love was the last thing in the mind of the young mage. He was focused on the mission ahead. Uniting the tribes was the most challenging thing Go’Zanar could suggest. To unite the power of that many mighty warriors under the same flag. It was a challenge worthy of a semi god – not a simple mage. But you cannot say no to someone as mighty as Go’Zanar. No matter how powerful you feel, or how mighty your axe is. There is nothing on earth that can stop him from achieving his goals. There is a rumor that not even Sheara dares to interfere with the plans of the great Magmar warrior.
Time was of the essence. Zorb was well fed and was patiently waiting in the stables. “Where to now…” thought the mage – “Maybe to Lost Wastelands. Phinko the Sage was an old friend – he knows about gathering – and will help me with my quest.”
It was past midday when the mage reached Phinko’s hideout. At the door there was a fierce warrior holding a mighty two handed battle axe above his shoulders. The metallic glow of his crest suggested that he had a high position in the ranks of human slayers. He was picking his teeth with some bone – and was looking at the sky.
- So, you arranged this? – he said – Speak mage, why did you summon me here. If it wasn’t for Phinko – I would not have come, so you are lucky. I hear you want to unite the tribes. To make this wasteland a better place for everyone. You have my axe in this quest mage. But you will need more than 1 soldier to turn the tides around. My men will follow me to the death – and I will follow you.
Days passed and soon the mage gathered strong support. Many Strong warriors joined him, many skillful crafters and mighty mages. The sword and axes made a metal sea in the Lost Wasteland.
Phinko the Sage was sitting on his doorstep, drinking Shiz Ale and looking at the war camp.
- I never saw that many people, never saw that many armors shining at the sun, ready for battle. I am amazed and I think that the quest you started will be successful.
The mage looked at the crowd. So many great Magmars, so many leaders united under same flag. So many marching together to achieve the same goals. Phinko was right, the quest that he started will be successful. United they will challenge every obstacle, united they will win.
Go’Zanar stood at a peak not far from there looking at the sea of swords and axes.
- It has begun… he said vanishing into the mist. |
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