DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Journey
took the rest of the day, with a few occasional stops, which Eilonna used
to check on Bagtur’s condition. He was visibly languid from the effects of the
poisonous substance, but somehow remain awake and conscious for the most part,
with pure strength of his will. As the last rays of the sun disappeared behind
the horizon, they finally reached Issurk. Massive, wooden, iron reinforced
doors, opened slowly with the rumble and creak of its mechanism. Several guards
readily led them inside into the spacious yard.
“Summon me
the wizard.” Eilonna issued an order, pointing towards the half-orc “He is in need of healing.”
“What
happened milady?” old, grey haired man appeared suddenly next to councilor
Falkner.
“A band of
lowlifes tried to rob us.” She answered calmly, “My escort, here, was
hit with a dirty bolt, during the fight.”
Old man
wearing lavish, long-sleeved, red robes, stretching all the way to the floor,
hastily checked on Bagtur. He sighed a couple of times, mumbling something
incomprehensible. This was more of a habit, which he used to amaze those around
him, whenever he found himself in a similar predicament.
“Poison
weakened him substantially.” the wizard said after one whole minute “But, I
think he still has a chance.”
Eilonna nodded silently, as she turned towards the tower in the middle of the fort. It was over six hundred feet tall, giving away a magnificent view. There, on the exact top were councilor Falkner’s private quarters. Any other day she would choose to use the private portal, butu today she opted to climb the stairs. She needed time to think. Time to perhaps calm herself.
The layout of her chambers was not
in accordance with the military specifications of the fort, under her wishes.
For it was an excessively decorated room. Filled with swaying, bright curtains,
and laced pillows. With sumptuous bedcovers and colorful tapestries decorating
the space. And bright, lively paint covering the walls. Councilor Eilonna
Falkner especially adored the jewelry and lavish, lascivious dresses, which she
procured from the different parts of Dorull. Even now, she could not resist, slipping into one.
Made out
of silk, almost completely gauzy, it sends the shivers down her spine, gently
touching her naked body. Eilonna stepped on the balcony, looking towards
east. There, in a distance, in the small fort on the far edges of the
swamplands, a small army made its final preparations before marching into the
battle.
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