Wednesday evening reading – My Fantasy Story Part 16

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Sixteen

A High-Mage stood up from one of the side benches and indicated he wished to speak. 

The High Sorcerer gestured to him giving him permission to address the gathering. 

“My Name is High-Mage Deverazza and I am the representative for the land of Torza in the far north-west. Many of us from the far off reaches of the Empire are not aware of what this War in the Land of Re’aldorin was all about and why they no longer have a High-Mage representative on this assembly.”

“Very well” The High sorcerer pointed at Sorceror Kaprical “Please enlighten our members of the event that took place two decades ago in the Land of Re’aldorin, but For goodness sake, Keep it brief!”

“Yes High Sorcerer. The Land of Re’aldorin was itself once an empire ruled by the Emperor Cadrusill. He ruled in name only because his ancestor, Emperor Aldorian the first wanted to unite all the individual kingdoms between the two rivers or Galveria and Armeria under his control and enlisted the Red Magehood to help him. At the time when the problem started the man in charge of running Re’aldorin was the High-Mage Beckerman. He was a fighter-Mage rather than the usual Diplomat. This was because Re’aldorin had been experiencing a few minor uprisings, nothing major but it was felt that a stronger, heavier hand was required. Beckerman’s heavy-handed methods and his failure to introduce much-needed social reforms turned the minor uprisings into a full rebellion that ultimately lead to the downfall and death of the ruling dynasty and much of the upper aristocracy. The old powers, including the Red Magehood, was overthrown and a new military regime took over, known as the Red Army. They now regard Mages as highly dangerous and in most of that land Magic is Illegal. The loss of that land, on the Southern boundary of our territory was devastating. Going back to the prophecy that I mentioned earlier. We know that a great Catastrophe will soon be upon us and resulting from this the Purple Magehood and the other Dark Orders will flourish. This catastrophic event is likely to be linked to the prophecy. This coming of a new powerful Mage. For this reason we sent out envoys to all corners of the world to try to trace this gifted Child of Prophecy. The new mage must either be held captive and controlled or guided so that they become a weapon that we can use in our favour, or else exterminated for the good of the Red Magehood.”

Tiberius Dinantius, The High sorcerer rolled his eyes in dramatic fashion and spoke.

“You have a remarkable ability for explaining in painful detail. Now do you have anything new to report on this issue?”

Carnelius Kaprical looked embarrassed. “Well, no, not as such.”

Suddenly the Sorceress Magda Rubicunda, the head of the Foreign and diplomatic service stood up. Her aura seemed to dominate the room. She was a large and imposing woman.

“Actually I have High Sorcerer.” After receiving a nod from the man in the Dragon Throne, she continued. “One of my most faithful envoys has sent me a report that he has encountered a young recruit with the most tremendous potential.”

She was interrupted by another Man in Sorcerer’s robes. Rhodan Cardax was in charge of the Mage Army. His deep and sinister voice struck fear into the hearts of his enemies and had a reputation to match. 

“Which of your envoys reported this information Magda? We, in this assembly, have a right to know.”

“It was High-Mage Gregory Angstrom, from Argor, in the land of Re’aldorin, if you must know Rhodan. Although you never provide me with the names of your trusted agents.”

“Ah, Angstrom, yes, I remember him. Wasn’t he on the ruling council of Re’aldorin when the uprising we were just talking about occurred?” Rhodan’s tone insinuated what he thought of information from that source.

Magda Rubicunda responded undaunted “Yes Rhodan, Angstrom was on the ruling council, but he was under High-Mage Beckerman who wasn’t under my jurisdiction, being a Battle-Mage, he was under yours wasn’t he? It was Angstrom’s reports at that time which kept us fully informed and his actions and efforts that kept the war from spilling out into the neighbouring countries. The fact that we still have even a slight presence in that land is more of less entirely due to Angstrom. He is now head of the Mage College in Argor, the only one left in Re’aldorin. He has reported that one of the apprentices, a boy named David, had abundant potential although as yet his talent remains latent. Angstrom has arranged that a constant watch be kept on him.”

The High Sorcerer leaned forward in his throne, his eyes suddenly like augurs.

“His name is David? Is that all you can tell me? Do you know when he was born, his surname, or where his talents lie?”

“According to Angstrom, he has no surname, he was the illegitimate son of a kitchen servant. He was roughly born at the same time as the new star so he may well be this child of prophecy. As his magic ability hasn’t manifested itself it is impossible to say where his talents will lie, but as I say, the sheer potential of his powers is immense.”

Magda Rubicunda sat back down in her chair with a queenly air. 

“Thank you Magda, that sounds very promising. Please provide Sorcerer Kaprical with as much information as possible so he can draw up an astral chart for the boy, we will keep an eye on him too.”

Then Rhodan Cardax stood once more to address the assembly.

“I too have some relevant information, Great One. Far to the East of our dominion, in the independent city-state of Cartherys, there is a young soldier, a Battle-Mage who is also roughly the same age as the prophecy and has shown great potential in his training. He has risen remarkably quickly through the ranks. His superiors report that they expect him to reach the rank of Field Marshall one day. His talents for destructive magic are quite brilliant, apparently.”

The assembly began discussing all the potential candidates for this Child of Prophecy. All information was to be given to Sorcerer Kaprical who would create his special kinds of astral charts. 

After this the great assembly of the Red Magehood turned its attention to more mundane matters of wealth and taxes. 

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End of Part Sixteen.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/July/2018

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Sunday Evening reading – My Fantasy Story Part 15

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

In the Citadel of the Sun, a thousand miles to the North of Argor, a ceremony was taking place. This was the city from which the Red Magehood commanded its vast empire. This city was the very nerve centre of the Red Magehood’s power. The Empire of the Red Magehood covered nearly a third of the whole world, from the Ice-Tundra wastes in the North to the Great Dividing Mountain range in the south. From the Emerald Ocean in the west to the empty swamps and forests in the east.

In the Citadel, every full moon, the ritual of protection had to be recast. It was a ceremony that had taken place for as long as anyone could remember and for as far back as the records in the archives went. The ceremony was always conducted by the High Sorcerer of the Red Magehood himself. The Citizens of the city gathered around the temple of fire to gaze on the power of their leader.

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My Fantasy Story Part 14

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Lara, Bethra, David and Augustus rode their horses hard until they had cleared the hill and could look back on the grim walls of the city of Savarias, where briefly they had been kept as guests. Really they had been prisoners, if well treated ones.

Lara couldn’t help feeling a trifle smug. She had managed to fool Colonel Merka and got rid of that terrible coach too. Travelling on horseback was so much easier on her stomach than the coach and horses had been. Lara glanced back and saw Augustus on his brown horse staring at her.

The events of yesterday had started her thinking. When it had looked like she was going to be separated from him, Mage Caraffi had looked profoundly upset, quiet nervous, in fact. When she appeared to agree to send him away he had erupted into protest and had looked totally devastated and had only recovered when she had told him of her plan, when he realised she was going to keep him with her.

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More Afternoon Reading for You – My Fantasy Story Part 13

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

The following day they put Lara’s plan into practice. Piotr was dressed up in Mage Caraffi’s robes and Augustus was put in Piotr Drake’s clothes. They each fitted each others clothes remarkably well.

“How fortuitous, it’s serendipity” Said Bethra, who loved using words that she thought people didn’t know the meaning of. She loved trying to appear smart and clever.

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More Afternoon Reading for You – My Fantasy Story Part 12

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Twelve

Augustus Caraffi slept badly. He could feel that events were speeding to some kind of climax. He could sense it in every fibre of his being. What concerned him was that he couldn’t tell if this climax was going to be a blessing or a catastrophe. He suspected that an unseen hand was at work trying to force events. That Wizard they had encountered, whom was he serving? Who was he trying to kill? The old Wizard being on the road at the right moment to catch them was no coincidence. Not many Wizards had the knowledge or skill to cast a death spell. He had spent some years extensively studying the practices of Wizards and Witches but even knowing their ways, he could not see how they figured into the equation.

On top of this worry he had received some troubling news from Argor. The Notorious Purple Mages had come to Argor posing as some kind of Embassy.

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Some Afternoon Reading for You – My Fantasy Story Part 11

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Eleven

Lara, Bethra, Augustus, David and Piotr Drake were all standing in an austere antechamber, somewhere within the imposing military keep of Savarias. The plain grey Limestone walls and stone floors added to the feeling of stark grimness. The only decoration was a large tapestry that covered one wall and depicted a gruesome battle scene. Roughly dressed foot soldiers with red capes stormed the mounted cavalry of the old Imperial forces. A man wearing the robes of a Red High Mage was depicted being impaled on a pike. The scene was propaganda to show the victory of the Red People’s Army over the old Imperial Regime that had been allied with the Red Magehood. The events it depicted occurred over twenty years ago in the great rebellion. The tapestry did nothing to lighten the atmosphere of the room. There were no windows to let in light, the only light came from a lit torch that sputtered in a wall mounted sconce. 

Lara turned to Augustus Caraffi “Augustus, what is the law in Savarias regarding Mages?”

“As far as I was aware the law stated that a Mage could pass through Savarias but the practice of magic is strictly forbidden.”

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My Fantasy Story – Part 10

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. This is a shorter excerpt today. I will post the next part over the weekend. 

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Part Ten

It was with great anticipation that Lara and her party arrived at the walled City of Savarias. The huge walls of grey limestone towered above them as their coach approached the gates. It was an hour after nightfall and so the gates were firmly shut. 

A small door in the left gate opened and a contingent of guards marched towards them carrying pikes with pennants flying in the yellow and black colours of the City. The flag of Savarias flew on the walls above them, a rearing black stallion on a golden-yellow background. 

“Halt, who goes there?” came the time-honoured question.

“The Ladies, Lara Boadrah and Bethra Cobannryc with their companions travelling from Argor City to Albana. They seek entry into this City to find shelter” Replied Piotr in his clear baritone. 

“Please alight from your coach and show yourselves” Came the sceptical response.

Everyone descended from the coach to the cold stone cobbles and lined up along the road. As Augustus stepped down from the coach, there was a ripple of disturbance among the guards and the sergeant cried out “A Mage, Quick.”

The pikemen then lowered their pikes so that their little group were surrounded by a ring of gleaming steel.

Lara indignantly and bravely asked “What is the meaning of this? I am Governor Boadrah’s daughter.”

The Sergeant replied, impudently “Your father has no jurisdiction here and in flagrant disregard for our customs you were travelling with a Mage! You will come with us.”

Piotr Drake was dragged off the coach and pushed into their circle. A guardsman took his place and grabbed the reins.

“March!” The sergeant gave the order and they all moved towards the now opened city gates as they were escorted into the City of Savarias.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/June/2018

 

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My Fantasy Story – Part 9

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago.

I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂
If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Nine

Lara looked at Mage Caraffi and asked “What happened Augustus?”

The Mage replied in sombre tones “That daft old fool was casting a death spell. He must have been a very powerful Wizard to even know the complex incantations required for that spell. Had he succeeded in finishing his chanting, I expect one of us would be dead now. Luckily, as a Mage I was able to bypass his incantations and the smoking potions and draw directly on the energy he was conjuring. I used his own black cloud against him. He is no more, gone, vanquished.”

David suddenly ran to the roadside and was violently sick. Bethra and Lara both went over to check on him. 

“David, what is the matter?” Lara asked. David looked up at her. He appeared to be very pale and he was shaking uncontrollably. 

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My Fantasy Story – Part 8

This is the next instalment of the fantasy story I wrote many years ago. I still haven’t got a title for it, so if you can think of a good one, let me know in the comments. 🙂 

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Eight

The journey was becoming rather boring and Lara was suffering the ill effects of a long coach journey, namely a numb posterior. She had also emptied her stomach of her last meal. She remembered the meal quite clearly. They had stayed the previous night at an Inn that had been the only inhabitable building for miles, except for a few scattered farms. It was not up to the standard she was used to. They were only a few hours ride from the border between Argor and the next district of Savarias but she had not wanted to travel through the night. After a night sharing a room and a lumpy bed with Bethra she regretted that decision but had been looking forward to a decent breakfast. The fare was also not what she was used to, barley gruel and stale bread, but Lara ate everything with a ravenous hunger. Bethra just nibbled at a piece of bread.

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My Fantasy Story – A Question for YOU.

It has been a few days since I last posted an excerpt of my Fantasy story and I’ll let you into a little secret. I haven’t given it a title yet. If any of you have some suggestions (nice ones of course) on what I should call it, then please let me know.

Also I am up to Part Seven now. Do you want me to continue with this or move on to something new?

If you would like to read it from the start, this is the first part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Part Seven

Lara called to the driver as she got into the coach.

“Piotr, don’t drive so fast today. I’m only thinking of the poor horses. We don’t want to tire them out, do we?”

“But we have four fresh new horses from the hotel’s stables Miss.”

“Don’t argue, Piotr. We’ll get better service from them if we don’t push them too hard.”

“Yes Miss. As you wish.”

“Silly girl” thought Piotr, to himself. “Why didn’t she just say she feels travel sick and doesn’t like travelling so fast. All that nonsense about worrying about the horses. The day she started to care about anything but herself they’ll declare a public holiday!” Piotr flicked the reins and set the horses moving. He wanted to get to Albana and then get home again as quickly as possible. His wife, Elsa, was carrying his seventh child and he wanted to get back for the birth. He hoped it was a Boy. 

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