Once
again, on a rare occasion, the great hall had been converted into a war
room. Several maps were laid out on the
table and only Ganesh, Valla, Crom and Aparthie are present. Valla told them all with authority, “My
Lords, our scouts have reported rumors of several of the Ishmael men gathering
in the cave complexes in the mountains.
We are assembling an elite force of our fiercest warriors to send
against these wretched pigs. You must lead these men, Crom. They would follow you to the gates of
Niflheim and beyond.” Valla was getting
old and was no longer useful in battle but was still wise in strategy.
Agreeing with Valla’s recommendation, Ganesh added,
“They will need your strength and prowess, Crom. We dare not send a larger force, for they
will surely be detected. Stealth and the
quick kill are desirable for this mission.”
Crom was excited.
Rare was the occasion that he had to prove his abilities in the field,
“I will lead these brave warriors into battle.
Fear not, the threat to the kingdom will be eliminated.” The glee in his eyes shone so bright the sun
was jealous that day.
The three men clasped hands and Valla explained,
“Good. Preparations must be made. This is the location that the scouts reports
point to.” His finger touched a spot on
the map to the north in the Kismet mountain region.
Aparthie stood quietly behind the men, she rubbed
Crom’s shoulders. He did not even
notice. Aparthie was practically
invisible to Crom. She could not even
remember the last time that the two shared a conversation that did not pertain
to her ability to bare children. She was
sad, but as long as she had love to hold onto, she was okay.
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More Greatest Evil
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