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| | |FR= Histoire d’un jeune Fyros |FRs= 4 | | |FR= Histoire d’un jeune Fyros |FRs= 4 |
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| | + | The [[Story of a Young Fyros]] is a story of unknown date, but it comes after the [[exodus]] and before the [[Second Swarm|second swarm]]. It relates the adventures of Aedon, a young Fyros, his meeting with Eree, a Kami, the Matis and the Zorais. |
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| | + | * [[/Part One|Part One]] : The Kami - The Journey Begins. |
| | + | * [[/Part Two|Part Two]] : Lato Nivaldo |
| | + | * [[/Part Three|Part Three]] : Eree, a trap is set. |
| | + | * [[/Part Four|Part Four]] : The Duke Niero di Vanochi |
| | + | *[[/Part Five|Part Five]] : In the web of politics |
| | + | *[[/Part Six|Part Six]] : The Journey Continues... |
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| − | * [[/Part One|Part One]]
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| − | * [[/Part Two|Part Two]]
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| − | ==[[/Part Three|Part Three]]==
| + | <noinclude>{{The Chronicles of Atys}} |
| − | | + | {{Portal|Fyros|Chronicles Since 2562}} |
| − | - "I'm glad that you've made the right decision," said Partacles once Aedon had finished telling him about his meeting with Lato Nivaldo. "You have to be as wary of the [[Matis]] as you are of the [[Goo]]."
| + | [[Category:Chronicles of the New Beginning]] [[Category:Chronicles of the Burning Desert]] |
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| − | Aedon had returned to the hammam twice in the hope of finding the senator again. Second time around his luck was in. The [[Homin|homin]] made the most of the beneficial effects of the waters in the large pool.
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| − | - "I'm a [[Fyros]] and I would never have accepted to work for them. I love my people," replied Aedon.
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| − | Partacles smiled broadly at him. He liked this kind of young homin who put honour and their homeland before money.
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| − | - "Well, let's not disappoint our Duke. You're going to accept his proposition, and give him as many aromatic plants as he wants. It's a good way to gain his trust."
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| − | - "I'll need help," said Aedon, who realised the significance of his decision.
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| − | He would never again be the innocent and carefree young Fyros that he'd been up until now. He was entering another sphere, for better or for worse.
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| − | - "You will make contact with the master forager Galeos Ion. As head of the Black Faces guild, he will be able to help you find the necessary men and equipment to collect the plants. He's a bit of a rough character, but you can trust him, the Black Faces have always served the Emperor. You'll go and see him tomorrow, the guild hall is on [[Leanon]] Street."
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| − | Aedon nodded and was about to leave the bath when the senator grabbed him by the arm.
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| − | - "Be very careful, young Aedon. No one will be able to help you if the Matis find out that you're deceiving them. Don't talk too much. Silence is you're best ally."
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| − | Aedon thanked him and took his leave.
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| − | Instead of feeling calmer after he left the hammam, he was instead exhausted by the conversation. He had just entered the service of the Emperor and already he felt the pressure weighing on his shoulders. It was abundantly clear that he would not be allowed to fail.
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| − | Aedon went to the Black Faces' guild hall the next day. The building was a hive of activity. Those who were returning from expeditions showed off the fruits of their labour as they recounted the previous day's exploits. Others, meanwhile, were preparing to leave and were checking their equipment one last time, as well as the location of the supply fields that they intended to work. Still others seemed to run the guild itself, since they were answering all the various questions that were put to them while at the same time giving out orders left and right.
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| − | Aedon asked to speak to Galeos Ion. A homin of a certain age, deep in discussion with three Fyros that Aedon identified as desert foragers by their equipment, was pointed out to him. The fine dust covering their clothes indicated that they had undoubtedly returned from a hard night's work.
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| − | - "… an excellent quality! I see that you have mastered the extraction of dzao fibre. Not before time. Go and see Mila Abygrian, he may be able to put you in touch with a craftsman looking for raw material."
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| − | As they thanked Galeos and took their leave of him, Aedon, who was patiently awaiting his turn, approached.
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| − | - "Ah, you must be Aedon, they told me you'd be coming. I'm Galeos Ion…"
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| − | He called over two young homins who were talking in a corner.
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| − | - "… and these are Eree et Mokra. They belong to the Black Faces guild, which I run. They will help you in your task."
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| − | The young homins greeted each other briefly.
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| − | - "We know that there is a place on the edge of the burning forest where the ground is rich in aromatic plant grains," said Galeos. "Be very careful, they aren't easy to extract. The supply field there is of excellent quality too, so again, be careful. You'll have to handle the spring cautiously if you don't want it to explode and all the precious materials to disappear into the ground again. But if you manage, the three of you should be able to extract eight bags in a day. As long as you don't blow it up!"
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| − | Galeos let out a great booming laugh.
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| − | Aedon was dismayed. This was a funny way of receiving him. He raised an eyebrow.
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| − | - "Eight bags? I only need..."
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| − | - "What did you expect, young Fyros?" Galeos cut him off dryly, all of a sudden serious again. "That we would work for you for free?
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| − | That I should put two of my apprentices and three mektoubs at your service just because you ask for them?"
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| − | Aedon felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. He almost reacted to the violence in Galeos' words but thought back to Partacles' advice: silence is your best ally. Aedon scowled and bit back a retort.
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| − | - "I see that you've understood. Perfect. We're already well into the morning. I advise you to get going if you want be back before nightfall."
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| − | - "I like working by star light," said Mokra.
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| − | - "Much good it'll do you, I'm sure that the goaris will agree. I wouldn't like to lose three good mektoubs for no good reason. Go on, leave, and bring honour to the guild and the Emperor."
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| − | Galeos returned to his business without another word, leaving the three young [[Fyros]] together.
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| − | - "Don't worry, he's always like that, but he's a decent bloke," Eree assured him when they had left. "Come on, let's go to the south stables straight away, the [[Mektoub|mektoubs]] are ready to leave."
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| − | Once they got there, Eree exchanged a few words with the stableboy, who brought three animals out of the paddock.
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| − | - "I hope that you've ridden a mektoub before, otherwise you'll have to join us on foot," Eree mocked him, holding out the reins. "But we're sure to have finished before you arrive!"
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| − | Aedon wasn't sure he appreciated the young girl's sense of humour.
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| − | - "Don't make that face Aedon, she's got the same sense of humour as Galeos - you'll get used to it eventually, just like sawdust under rain."
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| − | Aedon wasn't sure he understood the comparison but didn't ask for an explanation. He simply walked up to his mount and jumped into the saddle with the greatest of ease.
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| − | - "Okay, forget I said anything," commented Eree.
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| − | - "We're going along the pass through the canyons. I love it there, there's hardly anyone around. Lots of people are afraid of those lands. It makes me ashamed to know that there are so many fearful Fyros!" said Mokra.
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| − | - "We're here to prove the opposite, right?"
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| − | - "You said it!" replied Eree.
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| − | Whooping in unison, the three young Fyros cheerfully spurred their mounts into a gallop across the desert.
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| − | They galloped for almost an hour before arriving within sight of the big, charred trees. Sweat ran down their foreheads. The animals, continuously beset by kicks, hadn't been able to relax their efforts and bellowed with exhaustion as long strands of drool hung from their wide-open mouths.
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| − | - "This area looks good to me, what do you two think?" asked Mokra.
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| − | - "As good as any other," replied Eree.
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| − | Aedon nodded. He got down from his mount and stroked its trunk. She had earned a little reward. He took a ball of crystalised honey out of his bag and gave it to her. The animal devoured it in seconds.
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| − | - "Now, leave me to it," said Eree, taking a few steps forward.
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| − | Aedon watched her with curiosity. She took some green powder out of a small pouch and began to rub it gently between her hands. Her expression betrayed deep concentration. The powder started to glow weakly as her face screwed up with the effort. She threw the powder onto the ground. All of a sudden, Aedon saw the sawdust sucked into the ground in several places.
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| − | He couldn't get over it. Either she had been very lucky or she had an exceptional sixth sense. Four green bubbles, the springs, had risen out of the ground.
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| − | - "So, who are we thanking?" she boasted, hands on hips.
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| − | Aedon couldn't hide a smile. Finally, he liked this girl. Her rebellious attitude, her tomboy ways, her beige hoben uniform - she was sublime!
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| − | - "Thank you, thank you, but don't think you're getting off that easily. Catch!" replied Mokra, throwing her a pickaxe.
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| − | These two have known each other for a while, thought Aedon. He felt a stab of jealousy.
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| − | Aedon took his own pickaxe down from his saddle as Mokra and Eree began extracting the plants. More at ease with a sword than a pickaxe, Aedon watched them for a moment. Eree dug into the spring's green gangue to collect the precious plant it had brought to the surface while Mokra busied himself strengthening the spring's sides so that it didn't suddenly blow up, wiping out all their efforts.
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| − | He turned towards Aedon.
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| − | - "Never used a pickaxe before? Come on, I'll show you how, we'll need a hand soon, you'll see."
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| − | They spent nearly four hours digging non-stop. They swapped over at regular intervals: one used the pickaxe, the other strengthened the spring, the third rested.
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| − | By the end of the day they had filled their bags. After loading them on the mektoubs, they finally rested and took time to eat. The sun was disappearing behind the horizon as the first stars begin to twinkle in the sky.
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| − | - "I think we've earned our salary," said Mokra.
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| − | Despite his training as a warrior, Aedon could no longer feel his muscles. He never would have thought that digging could be so tiring.
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| − | - "But's it worth it," he said, stretching out on the desert sawdust.
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| − | - "Dappers too, yeah, that always helps," said Mokra.
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| − | - "To pay for the journey, yeah..." he let slip before biting his lip.
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| − | Why do I always say too much? he thought.
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| − | - "What are you talking about?" asked Eree, interested all of a sudden.
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| − | He wanted to keep quiet, but as Eree looked at him, burning with curiosity, he knew that the battle was over before it had even begun.
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| − | He told them everything, making them promise not to reveal a thing.
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| − | - "What a story! To think that all of [[Pyr]] has been watching you since your arrival!... And you really want to go there?" asked Mokra. "Ugh, nothing in the world could make me do that!"
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| − | Eree remained silent. Aedon leaned towards her.
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| − | - "You won't say anything, will you?" he asked, praying that he could trust her.
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| − | She seemed to hesitate, then answered.
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| − | - "If you'll agree to let me come with you, I promise not to say anything."
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| − | He had expected anything but that. He didn't know how to reply.
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| − | - "You said that the Matis was struggling to find [[Fyros]] prepared to work for him," she insisted, " so he shouldn't have much problem accepting it, should he?"
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| − | - "…But… what about Galeos?"
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| − | - "Galeos? He's not my keeper! I'm sick of digging up sawdust. I want to see what the rest of [[Atys]] looks like. Anyway, whether you like it or not, you haven't got a choice. I'm coming with you and that's that!"
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| − | Aedon was careful not to say anything, but, as they started their return journey, his face was lit up by a big smile.
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| − | In the offices of the [[Black Faces]] guild, Galeos welcomed the three bags that were brought to him more warmly than he did the news of Eree's departure. He grumbled for a little while, but, faced with her determination, had no choice but to let her go.
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| − | Lato Nivaldo was much easier to convince.
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| − | - "Gladly, I'm happy that you've been able to win people over to my cause," the ambassador smiled, once Aedon had finished explaining the reason for Eree's presence.
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| − | - "Even if I've trouble imagining that Yrkanis could be as beautiful a city as Pyr, I'm in the mood for an adventure."
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| − | - "Very well, go to the [[Karavan]] altar to the south of Pyr. TheKaravan Host knows me, he'll give you pacts for the capital of the [[Verdant Heights]]. Don't worry, the quality of the plants that you brought me will easily allow me to pay for both of your journeys. I'll let the Duke know you're coming, he's all you'll need…"
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| − | Listening to the Ambassador's final instructions, Aedon felt his heart accelerate in his chest. He was going to discover a new region, another people. Eree and he looked at each other and their eyes shone with excitement at the thought of the adventure which awaited them.
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| − | ==[[/Part Four|Part Four]]==
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| − | Before opening their eyes, Aedon and Eree took a moment to clear their heads. Karavan teleportation felt different to what they were used to. During the journey, the feeling that they had been wrapped up took hold of them. Cut off from the exterior, they hadn't felt their bodies being dispersed into the network, as they did during [[Kami]] teleportations. However, they had felt the same heat start off in their skull and then spread to their whole body.
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| − | They opened their eyes and saw the gray shape of the altar. A quick look was enough to tell them that they had reached their destination. The immense trees, scorched by the autumn, removed all doubt. [[Yrkanis]], the botanic city, greeted the two young Fyros.
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| − | They took the closest street, towards the centre of Yrkanis. Staring all around to examine the architecture of each building, they didn't notice some of the [[Matis]] giving them suspicious looks.
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| − | - "It's magnificent!" cried Eree. "I would never have believed it could be so lovely, all this vegetation. It's so…"
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| − | - "…overwhelming," finished Aedon.
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| − | Eree smiled and took his hand.
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| − | - "Have you been sent by Ambassador Lato Nivaldo?"
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| − | Aedon and Eree turned round. An old Matis with thin, expressionless lips was watching them coldly.
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| − | - "Yes, we're to meet Duke Niero di Va…," began Eree.
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| − | The Matis cut her off dryly.
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| − | - "Fine. Follow me, if you please!"
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| − | The two Fyros looked at each other, surprised by his manner. The Matis had already started down a street without so much as a backward glance. With a shrug of his shoulders, Aedon followed suit, accompanied by Eree.
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| − | - "I am Dino Valetti's steward," he said. "He charged me with coming to find you and taking you to his office."
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| − | Aedon was very annoyed by their guide. Eree, in contrast, was making the most of the city and taking everything in.
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| − | - "Do you think it will work?" he murmured in Eree's direction.
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| − | - "Of course. The script's already been written for us. We just need to be good actors," she replied softly.
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| − | Aedon felt his stomach knotting with nerves. He concentrated on remembering the meeting they had had with Partacles in his office before their departure.
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| − | - "What we say here doesn't leave this room. I chose you because Di Vanochi will see in you two young, gullible and easily-manipulated [[Fyros]]."
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| − | Aedon was astonished by the senator's words, but said nothing. Partacles seemed a lot less relaxed and friendly than during their meetings in the bathhouse.
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| − | - "Di Vanochi is a treacherous homin but very intelligent. So you'll have to pay attention to every single word you say!"
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| − | He got out of his chair to walk round his office.
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| − | - "The [[Zoraï]] Guide, the Great sage [[Mabreka]], wishes to get the Book of Revelations to us, in which the words of [[Ma-Duk]] are recorded. The relic is of the greatest importance for our two peoples!" he emphasised.
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| − | - "Surely you don't want us to transport it ourselves?" asked Aedon, incredulous.
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| − | - "Of course not! I'm not that crazy," he said with a smile. "I want you to go and see Di Vanochi and make out that you're two young Fyros hungry for dappers. We know that the Duke has got wind of this shipment. But he has no idea when it will set off, or what route it will take from [[Zora]]. I want him to stop investigating it…he's perfectly capable of finding it out."
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| − | He paced in front of them, head bowed. He seemed to be thinking as he spoke.
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| − | - "So you're going to give it to him."
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| − | With these words he turned towards them. He had a worrying smile on his face.
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| − | - "Sorry?" asked Aedon, amazed.
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| − | - "You're going to reveal the right date to him, but a completely different route. The one that you're going to tell him about leaves only one option for an ambush… the Knot of Insanity gorge. The group he sends will get a little surprise there. Then we'll have, I hope, proof of Di Vanochi's guilt to present to the [[Yrkanis (king)|King of Yrkanis]]. Mabreka also counts on ridding himself of the tribe which acts for the Duke. Lately, those mercenaries have greatly upset the Zoraï's plans."
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| − | - "But he can't attack a Zoraï convoy. That would be tantamount to declaring war!" Eree exclaimed.
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| − | - "Of course he can't. Apparently he'll use a tribe from the [[Witherings]]. Di Vanochi is prepared to do anything to attract the favour of the [[Karavan]] and the king. He's convinced that afterwards he'll be a hero to his people and that Yrkanis will shower him with honours. However, he prefers to cover his back and not run the risk of being discovered."
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| − | - "But… if he discovers the deception, we're dead!" cried Aedon.
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| − | - "You didn't think it would be easy, I hope?" asked Partacles, feigning astonishment. "You'll have to justify yourselves to the Duke, and I've already prepared an explanation for you. Your contact with the [[Black Faces]] guild wasn't insignificant. Their close link to the [[Burnt Faces]], the elite imperial guards, allowed Galeos to get the information which you now possess. His penchant for alcohol revealed this little secret to you," he said to Eree, smiling.
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| − | He approached the two Fyros.
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| − | - "You will be handsomely rewarded by the empire once your mission has been accomplished."
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| − | He leaned forward and put his hands on their shoulders. He gripped them with a formidable strength.
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| − | - "But, if for even one second you think about betraying me, I promise that you'd rather find yourself in the middle of a kitin colony."
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| − | He hadn't raised his voice, but there had been no need. His expression and his grip were proof of just how dangerous and determined the [[Homin|homin]] was. He paused, staring at the two Fyros, who were trying to ignore the pain, and, as if nothing had happened, smiled again as normal and let go of their shoulders.
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| − | - "In spite of all that, bon voyage! I hope that you appreciate the exoticism of [[Yrkanis]]. We'll meet again when you get back."
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| − | The senator didn't give them a chance to respond. He sat back down at his desk and returned to his affairs.
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| − | The steward led them to a circular building set back slightly from all the rest.
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| − | - "If you want to come back here, this is the south-east of the Yasson district," said Dino Valetti. "This is the Duke's private building."
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| − | Two guards were posted at the entrance. They paid no attention as the steward and the two Fyros passed.
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| − | Dino Valetti stepped into the lift, followed by Aedon and Eree. At the first floor the lift opened onto a bright room. A [[Matis]] in his thirties was sitting behind a desk, head bent over some documents. The two [[Fyros]] stepped into the room, and, without a word, the steward closed the lift doors again. The two young homins were left alone with the man whom they could only assume was the Duke.
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| − | Aedon and Eree felt uneasy. The Duke still hadn't raised his head from his documents.
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| − | - "Excuse me, we…"
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| − | - "One moment!" the [[Matis]] interrupted.
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| − | The room fell silent once again. The two [[Fyros]] were still standing in front of the lift, and looked at each other apprehensively.
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| − | Finally, the Matis put the documents aside and raised his head. He stared at the two young Fyros before him at length.
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| − | - "Welcome to you," he said with a smile. "I am Duke Niero di Vanochi. I'm very sorry, but my role requires me to take care of incredibly boring paperwork and I very often forget my manners."
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| − | With these words he stood, and with a grand gesture invited them to sit on the two chairs facing his desk.
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| − | - "Move a little closer, that's it. The ambassador was full of praise for you in has last dispatch. You have done excellent work with those herbs. Just as well, for yubo meat is so flavourless without them."
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| − | He sat back down at the same time as them.
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| − | - "Lato told me that you would like to stay here for a while, is that correct?"
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| − | - "Yes, but money…" began Aedon.
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| − | - "…is always a problem!" exclaimed Di Vanochi. "Don't worry, I have a few missions for you. Oh, nothing too bad, mostly just collecting raw materials, since you're so good at it."
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| − | He stared at the two homins, who felt ill-at-ease once again.
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| − | - "What's wrong? You seem afraid. And yet Lato told me that you dreamed of coming here."
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| − | - "It's just that…" began Aedon uncertainly.
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| − | The Duke leant towards him, suddenly more interested.
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| − | - "Yes?"
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| − | - "Well, we aren't here to earn a few dappers with little missions," continued Aedon.
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| − | - "What?! I grant you the honour of being the first Fyros to work for me. I trust you and you throw it back in my face?" bellowed Di Vanochi.
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| − | - "Not at all," Eree hastened to say. "We would be honoured to carry out those missions for you. But we have something much better than herbs to offer you."
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| − | The Duke's face lost the red which had coloured it for a few moments. He had now regained his calm and his smile.
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| − | - "Tell me."
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| − | - "We want to be paid five hundred thousand dappers. We won't say a thing till we get it," said Eree.
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| − | - "You must understand, some of my business has nothing to do with the crown. I can't withdraw such a sum from my personal accounts when I don't even know the nature of the information," he said with a sad expression. He stood up and moved to the right of his desk.
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| − | - "I'll need a lot more than a simple promise to give you that amount," he said, folding his arms. "Tell me a bit more, I'll decide if it's worth it."
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| − | Aedon looked at Eree. Each seemed as unsure as the other.
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| − | - "I've been able to obtain important information on a [[Zoraï]] convoy leaving for [[Pyr]]," admitted Eree.
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| − | | |
| − | - "Why come and see me?"
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| − | - "I heard that this kind of information was of interest to you. My meeting with Aedon gave me an unexpected opportunity to make money from it."
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| − | The Duke seemed to doubt Eree's words.
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| − | - "The only problem is that I already know a lot about this convoy. What information do you have?"
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| − | Again, the two Fyros looked at each other, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The formidable Duke left them no choice.
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| − | - "We know the date of the convoy, as well as the route it will take."
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| − | - "And may I ask how two young Fyros, without experience, without connections, without dappers and without loyalty, came by information for which my best agents have searched in vain?"
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| − | He had looked round. His smile had disappeared, he examined their reaction closely.
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| − | Eree kept her cool.
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| − | - "Oh, I've got connections, believe me!" she said, raising her voice. "I'm a member of the [[Black Faces]] guild!"
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| − | - "Congratulations!" replied the Duke, a fake smile on his lips. "I still don't see how someone as insignificant as you would come by this secret."
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| − | Aedon began to stand up. He had had enough of the Duke's manners.
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| − | - "If you wish to see out the day, I advise you to sit back down, young homin."
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| − | He hadn't moved, but his gaze forced Aedon to sit back down.
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| − | - "Apologies for the interruption, please continue," he asked Eree impatiently.
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| − | - "My guild has close ties to that of the [[Burnt Faces]], the elite imperial guards. The head of my guild knows about all their missions, they haven't done a thing wrong. He also has a good relationship with [[Shooki|shooki]] alcohol and he bragged too much to the wrong person…"
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| − | Eree gave a wry smile. Di Vanochi, hadn't moved. He looked at her, searching for the slightest sign of weakness.
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| − | - "I don't believe you…," he began.
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| − | A shiver ran down Aedon' spine.
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| − | - "… but given that I don't currently have any other sources of information, I'm going to try placing my trust in you."
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| − | There was nothing reassuring about his smile.
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| − | - "I'm listening, what do you know?"
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| − | - "The money first," said Aedon, who had regained his composure.
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| − | - "You have understood, I think, that I believe you are lying to me. I therefore hope you understand how generous my offer is. I suggest two hundred thousand dappers straight away and an extra five hundred thousand if the information is revealed to be correct."
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| − | - "But that's more than we asked for!" said Eree, astonished.
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| − | - "I know. It's just a little bit of encouragement to help you give me the right information… but if you need any more encouragement, my guards will be happy to provide it."
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| − | He returned to his desk and picked up a small bell. He shook it quickly and Dino Valetti entered the room straight away.
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| − | - "Yes, my Duke?" he asked.
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| − | - "Bring a bag of two hundred thousand dappers, quickly," ordered the Duke.
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| − | The steward left right away. The Duke stayed where he was, staring at the two homins without saying a word.
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| − | A few moments later, the steward returned holding a bag. He put it on the Duke's desk and left as quickly as he had come.
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| − | - "There's your money. Take it," said the [[Matis]], pointing to the bag.
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| − | Aedon stood up and grabbed the purse.
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| − | - "Now, tell me everything," he said, smiling.
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| − | Eree revealed everything they knew.
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| − | - "I thought that those vermin would pass through the portal. They hope to reach [[Pyr]] as quickly as possible."
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| − | The Matis rolled a map of [[Atys]] out on his desk.
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| − | - "Here's where we'll have to ambush."
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| − | He pointed to the Knot of Insanity gorge.
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| − | | |
| − | - "You like to travel and discover new cultures, isn't that so?"
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| − | The two Fyros looked at him, incredulous.
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| − | - "Magnificent!" he said, without waiting for an answer. "In that case you'll organise this attack for me!"
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| − | - "What? Us? But…"
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| − | - "Of course, one of my most loyal guards will accompany you… For if you have deceived me, I want you both dead instantly."
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| − | He hadn't lifted his eyes from the map. His last words had been uttered in a frighteningly casual manner.
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| − | - "Sorry?" said Aedon, astonished.
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| − | - "Enough talk! You leave in an hour. You have a long journey ahead of you. Natto!" he shouted. "Natto will accompany you in the
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| − | Zoraï land and look after your… welfare. You're going here, into the [[Grove of Umbra]]."
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| − | | |
| − | The two [[Fyros]] turned round to see the [[Matis]] warrior who had just come in.
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| − | - "May I introduce Natto, the head of my guard."
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| − | The Matis greeted them with a nod.
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| − | - "You're going to meet a friendly tribe which has already… worked for me: the [[Antikami]]," continued the Duke. "Natto will be there to make sure everything goes smoothly. They are to attack the convoy. The booty will be divided in two: the pillage for them and the Book for us. Natto, you will bring it to me immediately, accompanied, I hope, by our two friends. You have little time, leave now."
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| − | Natto gestured for them to leave the room.
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| − | The time that followed was devoted to preparing for the journey.
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| − | - "We'll use Karavan pacts to get to the Grove of Umbra. There we'll have a day's walk to the tribe's camp, if we're lucky."
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| − | | |
| − | The Matis talked as he walked. It hadn't taken long to buy their scant provisions.
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| − | They were now heading for the [[Karavan]] alter.
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| − | Aedon and Eree had had little time to visit the magnificent Matis city. They had made the most of every second, looking round wide-eyed. This short visit had allowed them to forget their mission a little. The Matis warrior, who had seemed so cold at first, explained the history of the city to them.
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| − | - "I know that you'd like to see a bit more of Yrkanis, but we have too little time. You'll have plenty of time to make the most of the city when we get back. I think that you should stay here. Or far away from the Kamists at any rate."
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| − | He looked a lot friendlier than he had in Di Vanochi's office.
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| − | - "This is us. Wait for me here, I'm going to speak to the Karavan Host."
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| − | The two young Fyros remained at a distance as Natto headed towards the Host.
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| − | - "It's working so far," said Aedon.
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| − | - "Yes, I think he trusts us," agreed Eree
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| − | - "Shame we have to betray him…"
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| − | The two Fyros looked at each other sadly.
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| − | - "What's wrong with you two," asked Natto as he came back. "Don't be afraid. The [[Witherings|Zoraï lands]] where we're headed are hostile, but I'm used to going there. There won't be any problems."
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| − | - "We're all set," Aedon said to him joylessly.
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| − | - "Are you still having doubts about your actions, is that it? Listen, you have to make choices in life. You've already made yours. You can't back out, no matter what happens. So accept it and live with your decision!"
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| − | The Matis' words made Aedon feel even more downcast. He tried to smile nonetheless.
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| − | - "You're right. We're going to a new country. I'll have seen more new things in one day than in my whole life."
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| − | The Matis burst out laughing.
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| − | - "There you go! That's much better. That's what teleportation's for!"
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| − | He gave them each a pact.
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| − | - "Before you break it, I want you to remember a few rules. You walk where I walk, you speak when I tell you to speak, you obey my orders without discussion and you don't play at being heroes. Can I trust you to do that?"
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| − | Eree and Aedon both acquiesced.
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| − | - "Excellent. Alright then, lets go!"
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| − | He crushed the pact in his hand and disappeared the next instant.
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| − | - "He's right, we can't back out now," said Eree.
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| − | She broke her pact and vanished too.
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| − | - "Okay… let's go."
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| − | This time the journey was better. Ignoring a slight headache, Aedon opened his eyes.
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| − | Several strange animals were watching him. They were rotund and enormous. Their globular yellow eyes were pointed at him. One of the animals began to approach him. It had a long trunk from which protruded small tongues of fire. Aedon instinctively put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
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| − | Natto held him back.
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| − | - "Don't worry, it's just curious. [[Wombaï|Wombaïs]] are as gentle as lambs, as long as you don't bother them. Some [[Tribes#Tribes_of_the_Witherings|Zoraï tribes]] have even ridden them!"
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| − | The wombaï was in front of him and began to snuffle at his tunic with the end of its trunk. Natto gently pushed it away. The animal hesitated then turned back to rejoin its herd.
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| − | Aedon looked around. He was in front of the Karavan alter, right in the middle of a plain.
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| − | - "Is this the land of the [[Zoraï]]!?" he exclaimed.
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| − | Eree also looked disappointed.
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| − | - "I thought it was a jungle."
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| − | - "Apart from the grass, you'd think we were in the desert," agreed Aedon.
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| − | - "This is normal, we're on the border of the country here. It allows the Karavan to carry out the tests they need to on the [[Goo]]. They don't react the same way as the Kami to this disease, they think that studying it will allow them to control it and thus eradicate it. It's better than running and asking for help from [[Homin|homins]]. Would you fight that if a [[Kami]] asked you?"
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| − | He turned round and pointed towards the horizon. Aedon saw the disease which was eating away at the country. A lilac sea extended from one edge of the plain to the other. Vapours escaped from the earth as it was consumed. The smell was unbearable, even from this distance.
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| − | Aedon instinctively put a hand over his mouth and nose.
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| − | - "Don't do that, even if the vapours are toxic, at this distance, there's no risk. The Goo only infects homins when it's concentrated or when there's been a prolonged exposure. We have a certain amount of resistance to its destructive powers."
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| − | Aedon moved forward to get a better look. Natto quickly grabbed him.
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| − | - "You're better not get any closer, there can be Goo springs under the earth which rise up when someone walks over them. It seems that this thing, whatever it is, is intelligent. We'd better leave, the further we are from here, the better."
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| − | They moved away from the altar, heading west.
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| − | - "This region is very dangerous, there are more than just wombaïs here. Occasionally you come across [[Kitin|kitins]], and there are [[Bandit_Groups_of_Atys|bandits]].
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| − | The worst, of course, are the [[Gibbaï|gibbaï]] which wander about everywhere."
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| − | | |
| − | The [[Matis]] waked quickly.
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| − | - "It's not far to the camp, but I prefer to keep away from the Goo, we'll have to make a few detours."
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| − | ==[[/Part Six|Part Six]]==
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| − | As Natto had said, they often had to stop and choose another path. Several times, they turned back to avoid groups of gibbaï, who were easily spotted thanks to their midnight-blue fur. They could even make out a primitive red. He was a lot bigger than the others and his bristling hair made it look as though he was on fire.
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| − | - "That one is called [[Gibbakya]] by the Zoraï. He leads the degenerates of the region. I've already had an encounter with him, believe me, we're better off getting out of here."
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| − | The primitive raised his head and began to snuffle around.
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| − | - "Hurry, I think he's spotted us."
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| − | They walked for a long time without saying a word. Finally they saw the distinctive lilac of the diseased earth in the distance.
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| − | - "I thought that you wanted to get as far away from the Goo as possible," said Eree.
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| − | - "What you're seeing, even if they're the same colour as the [[Goo]], are the tents of the Antikami tribe's camp. It's the traditional colour of the Zoraï. I don't know why they kept it if they hate their people so much. These madmen go so far as to mutilate their masks to challenge the Kami. They only keep the bare minimum, without that, they couldn't survive."
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| − | - "What do you mean? It's only a mask, the Zoraï wear them to be close to the Kami."
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| − | Aedon had never had much to do with the Zoraï. He saw their masks as religious snobbery.
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| − | - "Not at all!" replied the Matis. "The Zoraï mask is fixed to their soul by Kami magic. To remove it is to lose their vital essence. Just taking off little bits, even that's complete madness. The [[Antikami]] don't have any horns on their masks. What's left are the bits they couldn't take off. Hurry up, we're running late."
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| − | They approached the tents. They were immense, and had been made from rich, costly materials. The three companions advanced cautiously, Natto in the lead. Four [[Zoraï]] appeared at the corner of the first tent, blocking their way. Each one was armed with a long pike. Aedon glanced back. Four more Zoraï stood behind them, blocking their escape.
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| − | - "Don't worry," said the Matis, "they've recognised me. The chief will be here soon."
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| − | Aedon and Eree didn't feel at all reassured. The Zoraï came closer, their threatening pikes at chest height.
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| − | - "My name is Natto," he shouted. "I wish to talk to Pei-Jeng Luun."
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| − | - "And here I am, my friend."
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| − | The four guards before them moved aside to make room for another Zoraï. Smaller than they, he nonetheless moved with confidence.
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| − | | |
| − | Behind his mask, his eyes didn't have the mystery of the other Zoraï that Aedon had already met. They were plain, almost empty.
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| − | - "Welcome. Have you brought us some new diversions?" he asked.
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| − | | |
| − | - "Yes, another favour for the Duke. I've brought the usual payment."
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| − | | |
| − | - "And them?"
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| − | He pointed at Aedon and Eree.
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| − | - "The Duke wants to be sure of their… loyalty."
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| − | | |
| − | - "I see."
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| − | | |
| − | He turned his gaze away from the two Fyros, who were of little importance in his eyes.
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| − | - "How much have you brought us this time?" the head of the tribe asked.
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| − | - "The usual amount: three hundred thousand dappers."
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| − | | |
| − | - "The usual amount has doubled, my friend. The last mission cost the lives of seven members of my tribe."
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| − | The Matis didn't seem surprised.
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| − | - "The Duke thought that you would want a little extra. He has therefore provided for another five hundred thousand dappers after the mission. And there is the small incentive of serving your own interests as well."
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| − | The head of the tribe looked at the Matis intently.
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| − | - "Our interests? You'll have to explain, my friend."
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| − | - "The mission is to attack a Zoraï procession and retrieve the precious Book of Revelations."
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| − | - "What's the catch? The Duke has never been generous. Why this sudden change?" asked Pei-Jeng Luun.
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| − | - "Let's just say that he's very keen to see this mission carried out successfully, as I'm sure you are. Consider it a bonus for your previous service."
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| − | - "This is momentous news. We will strike at the heart of our enemies. Tonight we will throw a great party, tomorrow we will leave."
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| − | - "No," said Natto dryly. "We must leave as soon as possible. We have to be at the Knot of Insanity gorge tomorrow at dusk for the attack."
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| − | - "As you wish."
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| − | The head of the tribe turned towards a Zoraï beside him.
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| − | - "Pingi, my daughter, you will head the tribe in my absence. I want thirty warriors ready to leave in an hour. In the meantime, you can rest in my tent," he said to Natto.
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| − | | |
| − | He invited them to follow him. The guards had already left to get ready.
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| − | | |
| − | Night had just fallen. The Zoraï tribe had marched at the double throughout the previous night and had arrived at the gorge in the afternoon. All but the look-outs had been able to rest.
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| − | | |
| − | The whole tribe was ready to fight. They had spread out around the gorge so as to leave no way out. They had been waiting for over an hour, with no sign of the procession. The two [[Fyros]] began to worry.
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| − | They had remained on the cliff top, Natto beside them. Once the attack began, Aedon knew he would have to act fast and kill the Matis. Although he liked him, he knew that Natto was too loyal to the Duke to let them live.
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| − | Aedon could just make out two of the tribe's look-outs. They had returned to report to Luun. It only took a few moments. The chief turned to Natto and quickly signed to him.
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| − | - "They're coming. Just ten guards and two chariots, they'll be here shortly. Ten guards? Impossible! Why are they protecting such an important convoy with only ten guards?" said Natto, worried.
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| − | He suspects, thought Aedon. It's almost time.
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| − | A few minutes passed in total silence. Aedon could no longer see the Zoraï below them at all. Then, little by little, torch-light transformed the gorge. The rocks were turned from dark black to orange.
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| − | | |
| − | The first Zoraï guards were visible, each one holding a torch. There really were only ten guards. They surrounded two chariots pulled by mektoubs.
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| − | The guards were heavily armed and looked closely at every little crevice in the gorge.
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| − | | |
| − | They quickly reached the ambush point. The Antikami silently moved under cover to get into attack position.
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| − | | |
| − | Just as the tribe was about to launch the attack, a blue light appeared in the first chariot. All the Antikami stopped, taken aback. The roof of the carriage exploded. A Zoraï magician was in the middle. Magic particles were still running down the length of his amplifiers. Around him, another three Zoraï also stood up. Then the second chariot exploded. In this one stood a Fyros magician. Four other Fyros had already jumped down from the chariot during the explosion. Aedon had never seen them before, but he knew they were [[Burnt Faces]], the elite guard. They ran towards the Antikami, who were still dazed by the effect of the surprise. The first fell quickly from a sword blow.
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| − | | |
| − | Pei-Jeng Luun pulled himself together and ordered the attack. Unfortunately for the Antikami, the Kamists were too organised. The Zoraï warriors fiercely protected the chariots from which the magicians cast their incantations. The tribe's marksmen were the primary targets of the fast [[Fyros]] warriors.
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| − | Aedon didn't see the rest of the fight. He had been so astonished that he'd forgotten about Natto. With a violent back-hand, the [[Matis]] drove him to the ground. Eree tried to attack the warrior from behind, but he blocked her hand and her dagger fell into the gorge. With her other hand, Eree tried to hit him, but the Matis was much faster than she. He broke her left wrist with disconcerting ease. She let go a cry of pain before being thrown to the ground.
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| − | Natto turned back towards Aedon who was getting to his feet.
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| − | - "I trusted you, traitors," he roared.
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| − | He had unsheathed his sword.
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| − | | |
| − | - "We remained loyal to our people, and to [[Homin|homins]]."
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| − | Aedon did the same with his weapon.
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| − | - "Remained loyal to homins? You've been manipulated and controlled like puppets!"
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| − | | |
| − | He made a first attack. Aedon knew that he couldn't beat the Matis' strength and dodged it. The blade missed him by a few centimetres.
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| − | - "Why look for conflict at any price? The people are at peace and the Duke looks for war."
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| − | | |
| − | Now he attacked. He aimed a quick blow at the Matis' neck. But the warrior was experienced. He blocked the attack and put out his hand to take the hilt of Aedon' sword. Brute strength won out and Natto sent the Fyros to the ground with a blow from his shoulder.
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| − | - "The people will never be at peace! Face it!"
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| − | The tip of his blade touched Aedon' throat, who felt the blood begin to flow down his neck.
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| − | | |
| − | - "Miserable servant of the demons, you should have picked on someone your own size."
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| − | A rock hit him right in the face, crushing his nose in a crunch of broken bones. Aedon turned his head. Eree was on her feet, holding her arm, and grimacing in pain.
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| − | Natto grunted. He had let go of his sword and was clutching his face. Aedon didn't wait any longer and kicked the Matis violently in the chest. He was caught off guard by the violence of the unexpected blow. He took a couple of steps back and his foot hit the cliff-edge. He disappeared with a horrifying scream.
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| − | Aedon stood back up and approached the gorge. Natto was at the bottom. One of the Zoraï warriors approached him with a torch.
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| − | The [[Matis|Matis']] body was deformed like a dislocated puppet and his blood stained the rocks below him.
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| − | | |
| − | The [[Zoraï]] looked up and signalled to the two Fyros to come down.
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| − | The Kamists hadn't suffered a single loss. Only one [[Antikami]] had been taken alive. The rest of the tribe had been destroyed. The magicians healed the two [[Fyros|Fyros']] wounds and put them into one of the chariots.
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| − | - "We're going back to Zora. [[Mabreka]] wants to thank you, you've done a good job. The journey will take some time, rest while you can."
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