Curse

Amen Henn · Jul 21, 2008, 08:50 AM // 08:50

first time writing a GW fiction

Actually >.> My first time writing any fiction... oh well...

The Sepulchre of Arah wrang with bickering and the shouts of nobles. Robes twirled in flamboyant protest and beards jumped like snapping cobras from tanned chins.

"There will be order!" Yelled the Vizier. Sweeping his gaze across the tiered seats of the hall. He squinted in malice. Vizier Khilbron had grown to hate these squabbling nobles who squandered every coin and privelidge and detested the fact that they must agree to his ends to get anything worthwhile done.

"These days grow dark, my friends. The Ascalonians can illhandle such a daunting task as has been put to them. I simply plead that your provinces pledge humble stores of grain and iron... no more."

"You'd ask for my people's grain when we've not had a sufficient harvest in a decade?!" Bellowed a voice deep in the crowd. The court erupted in shouts once again.

"He'd starve our people for his war!" Another disgruntled noble yelled.

The Vizier's eyes lit with a quick spark and his rage could not be contained...

"Cowards! Traitors all of you! Petulent children who've gone too long without discipline! Perhaps your people would not starve were you not so decadent!"

Three hundred men bowed in shame.

"An army marches to the very gates of Arah and you trifle with hunger! With plague! I never fathmed in one thousand years that I would live to see the day man worried for his flooding boat when others drowned around him!"

The cavernous sepulchre hummed with whispers and low voices.

Mighty talk of decadence coming from a man who was accused of sodomizing a palace servant... you DO know his mother was of... questionable birth...

I hear that HE is responsible for the mental state of the Emporer... and why shouldn't he? He now holds dictate

I heard he was the leader of a fertility cult idolizing Lyssa and the fallen god

The room fell silent as a procession of the Emporer's Bodyguard surrounded the Vizier.

"For the common good... nay... the survival of the Kingdom of Orr and all of her dominions... I command, under order of death, the execution of the requests stated this day."

The men knew now was not the time to protest. The Vizier had the Emporer's consent due to his deteriorating mental health... which made Khilbron's will supreme. The Vizier turned from the assembly as the guard enveloped around him. His brash exit made his order all too clear. Every province of Orr would produce arms, food and fresh men for the army... and none too soon.

The Vizier had exited into the main hallway at the far end of which could be seen the lightof the bright day, and the procession of governers and nobles being lead from the Temple Sepulchre.

"Lord Khilbron!" A voice called from far behind.

The train of guards turned and stood at attention, their swords crossed above the young man's head. He walked under them and knelt.

The Vizier looked upon the young man in front of him. He was pale, and breathing heavily.

"What word from Ascalon?" The Vizier said coldly, still feuled by the disgusting display of politic earlier.

"The... riders arrived at Rin to find it in ruin, burning under charr occupation... the Fortress at Ascalon City will fall within the month according to General Serapf."

"It is in these times we must remain resolute, my young apprentice... we must remember the trials of Desmina... when all was lost the gods provided her a flame. How far it was she could not tell... and so she followed it for years. And when she arrived, after all others had turned back, she was taken unto their fold."

The young man felt an eerie chill run down his spine.

"My lord... that is... not the scripture of Grenth..."

The Vizier lifted an eyebrow.

"The trial of the flame was given to Jaddoth in the... book of Abaddon..."

The boy looked down, nervous, having realized he'd corrected the Grand Advisor to the Emporer of Orr. He slowly looked up to see the Vizier had turned from him. His heart sank.

"Silly me... where are my thoughts. But the lesson is relevent no matter how many schools of dogma scorne it... we must remain loyal and steadfast when others are tempted to shy away."

Vizier Khilbron's bodyguard left the boy there as the robed figure glided further into the unlit palace... it almost seemed asthough he were gracefully falling into an endless pit. The young man did quickly to shake this image from his mind as well as that of the illustration he had once seen in the Book of Abaddon... a cloaked figure falling into ever deepening darkness.

Tell me if I should expand on this

Vixtrola Rock · Jul 24, 2008, 08:05 PM // 20:05

/Cheers for Amen Henn

Good to see there are other new authors like myself on the boards. I'm near completion of my first ever fiction story (Dark Heart).

Keep up the good work!

Vix