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ORACLE AWAKESA Novel

Silvanus S-gar Prince

Book One Of The Ravenstone Saga


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The rusted chains of prison moonsAre shattered by the sun.I walk a road, horizons changeThe tournaments begun.The purple piper plays his tune,The choir softly sing;Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keysPut shutters on the dreams.I wait outside the pilgrims doorWith insufficient schemes.The black queen chants

The funeral march,The cracked brass bells will ring;To summon back the fire witchTo the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreenWhilst trampling on a flower.I chase the wind of a prism shipTo taste the sweet and sour.The pattern juggler lifts his hand;The orchestra begin.As slowly turns the grinding wheelIn the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cryThe wise men share a joke;I run to grasp divining signsTo satisfy the hoax.The yellow jester does not play

But gently pulls the stringsAnd smiles as the puppets danceIn the court of the crimson king.

In The Court Of The Crimson KingKing Crimson


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TABLE OF CONTENTS (Page Numbers In Draft)

ORACLE AWAKES 1In The Court Of The Crimson King 2TABLE OF CONTENTS 3Prologue: Moonchild 5PART 1 7

Chapter 1 The Rusted Chains Of Prison Moons 8Chapter 2 13Chapter 3 22Chapter 4 28Chapter 5 38Chapter 6 50

Chapter 7 60Chapter 8 70Chapter 9 85

PART 2 98Chapter 10 99Chapter 11 110Chapter 12 121Chapter 13 133Chapter 14 148Chapter 15 160Chapter 16 171Chapter 17 183Chapter 18 (Currently Writing - Text Not Included In This File) 199

Glossary Of Nyheun Names & Terms 200Appendix A: Erupuan Time & Measurements 213

A-1 The Erupuan Time System 213Table A-1.1 Chronographic Table 213

A-2 Measurement System 214Table A-2.1: Distance Unit Table 214

Table A-2.2: Mass Unit Table 215Table A-2.3: Volume Unit Table 215

Appendix B: Maps 216B-1 Map Of Nytheun 216B-2 Map Of The Grand Duchy Of Ravenstone 217B-3 Map Of Noch Geongechuth 217

Appendix C: Erugioth, The Erupuan Language 218


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C-1 A Brief History Of Erugioth 218C-2 Concerning Place Names And Proper Names 219C-3 Erugioth Pronounciation Guide 220C-4 Writing 221

Appendix D: Ravenstone Timeline 223D-1 The Pre-Imperial Age 223D-2 The First Imperial Age 224D-3 The Dynastic Periods & The Era Of The Crimson Kings 225D-4 The Second Imperial Age 227


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Prologue: Moonchild

A soft sea breeze gently pushed its way in through the window, bringing with it the

salty smell of the Crimson Strait as well as the mirid fragrances of the bustling city below.

The sunlight sparkled off of the ornate trophies and numerous pairs of swords which hung

upon the stone walls - testaments of the glorious deeds of the Grand Duchys finest heroes.

Rising up to meet this breeze and the glorious sunlight were beautiful harmonic

frequencies dispatched by expert fingertips upon taught silver strings - giving the large hallan almost magical ambiance that filled all of its occupants with wonder. All sat still as the

single musician with fire-red hair manipulated her instrument, coaxing melodies and subtle

counter points from the vibrating body of the stringed instrument.

The chorus began to build in a crescendo, its seven-eight time accelerating slightly

with the heartbeat of the musician. With each new phrase or repeated theme, the tension

built - not only in the music but in the very air of the room. Arpeggios began to ascend and

descend over the span of intricate chordal figures and scales, their tempo increasing with

each frequency. The hearts of the spectators beat in time with the music and each and

every one held their breath in anticipation of the climax.

As the music soared in intensity, sudden clouds obscured the sunlight streaming in

through the windows and the room was immediately awash in grey light which yielded

an air of macabre premonition. The spectators were struck with the startling

transformation in the luminescence - and as if feeding on the change in the energy of her

audience, the fiery haired musicians cadence slowed, almost becoming unsure and self-

conscious. The attacks upon the strings became hesitant and filled with an almost

unnatural staccato, their sustain and release filled with a sense of oncoming doom. Even


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as the frequencies reverberated off the stone walls, the sense of imminent catastrophe was

perceived by all.

The gathered guests began to look around at each other with concern etched deep

within their eyes. Servants entered the hall carrying torches and lanterns hoping that thesefaint nimbuses would perhaps stave off the forthcoming gloom that had so quickly

permeated through the room. The desired result was in vain, for the faint glowing lanterns

and torches seemed to only enhance the somberness by augmenting the contrasts that the

shadows seemed to create. The air even became thick with the fragrance of brimstone and

a terrible and mournful wailing was heard in the distance. It was at that moment that the

vibrating strings became still and the musician sat, her face painted with a stern resolve -

though for those who looked deeply into her young green eyes a deep fear and an even

deeper sorrow was to be seen.

With each passing moment, the gathered guests began to take on the air of a mob

terrified into actions they hoped would assure their preservation. They began to whisper

amongst themselves, forming little enclaves that were desperately trying to plot some

reaction or some scheme that would advance themselves ahead of their neighbours. It now

appeared as if past loyalties and relationships were now forfeit, pushed aside in the interest

of personal survival and aggrandizement. The roar of the plotting was almost deafening

and increased the sense of unease and doubt in the musician who still sat in the center of

the hall observing the mounting ado.

Brass bells began to sound throughout the city below, their modulated chorus

causing an epidemic of panic to flash through the crowd. The musician looked up from her

instrument and scanned her audience, the uncertainty beginning to fade from her face.Though the sorrow and fear remained, she suddenly knew exactly what needed to happen.

She stood up, stretching tall and proud and gently placed her instrument on the stool she

had recently occupied. Her mind was made up and firm in its decision and she was

prepared to act. All of her education and upbringing came together and she took a single


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step forward: the first step on the road to her destiny.


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PART 1


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Chapter 1

The Rusted Chains Of Prison Moons

At some point in the past, she had felt the urge to run away. She was well aware of

the fact that everyone at some point wanted to run away. Run away from home, run awayfrom a lover or some terrible situation or job they just could not do anymore. But her urge

was far more fundamental then these usual flights of fancy. It was as if the very sanity of

her mind depended on a hasty departure from where she had grown up and everyone she

had known all throughout her life.

But she never could run away.

Her duty to her family and to her people was far too pressing for such simple things

as her own personal happiness or sanity. Perhaps then, that is how the visions began As

if the sense she had of being trapped in that castle - the home of her family for countless

generations - needed to be counter balanced with something extraordinary. Something that

would not only define who she was but usher her towards the destiny she was meant to

embrace.

In the darkness of the night, as the fire in her fireplace burned low and the two

moons bathed the city in their magical light, she sometimes laid awake dreaming of whoshe might have been had circumstances been different. How perhaps she might have been

but a regular citizen working in her fathers shop and playing her harp in the evenings for

family and friends. They would enjoy delicious meals together, drink to the health of the

Grand Duke and thank the gods for blessing them. Perhaps, if she was lucky enough - for


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she firmly believed she had talent enough - she would sometimes play in Axuzith

Etoliysths famed orchestra which delighted crowds throughout the Grand Duchy. What

extra money she would make from her musical talents she would willing give to her

parents for all the blessings they had bestowed upon her.Alas, such is the want of dreamers who dream of the greener pastures beyond the

horizon. If only one could change ones circumstance to ones liking then life would always

be joyous and fulfilling. However destiny has no ear for the desires of mortals and often

the hand one is dealt is not the flush one believes will win the game. Indeed, the hand we

are dealt is often better suited to allow us to truly achieve what we are meant to be.

Unfortunately it is often very hard to know how to use what we have in order to find the

happiness and fulfillment we all seek. Only through many trials and tribulations as well

as a determination to understand ourselves and the world as much as possible will allow

us to truly achieve the ends which we constantly strive for.

She was still so young. It can be surmised that this fact was partly the source of the

dissatisfaction she felt with her station. In fact she was at the age were youthful rebellion

against the status quo and the institutions of her parents was ripening within her young

mind. For she knew that one day she would be forced to take the Grand Ducal Throne as

her Father had done when his Father passed onward. She knew there were many people

at court who would help her when she did take on that responsibility. But she was also

aware of the fact that the famous Court Of The Crimson King was home to many plots and

schemes and many individuals who were seeking personal gain.

The very name of her Fathers court was to blame, she had so often thought. It gave

the whole thing an air of majesty well beyond its station. Indeed, there had been a timeover three millennia ago when the rulers of what was now the Grand Duchy of Ravenstone

had been kings of their own independent state. The ancient Erupuan Empire had crumbled

into warring kingdoms and the Grand Dukes of Ravenstone had been forced to declare

their independence from the Imperial Throne in order to survive the chaos which had


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engulfed the Empire. Her ancestor, King Munammeren, the Great, had formed an alliance

with the noble Iperatesi elves and was able to fend off the attacks of the other break away

kingdoms. He founded a dynasty of monarchs who would come to be known as the

Crimson Kings of Ravenstone and who would keep the kingdom intact until the Empirewas reborn just over two and a half millennia ago. Yet all these years later, after becoming

a vassal of the Imperial Throne yet again, they still called it the Court Of The Crimson King

Rana, for that is what her friends called her, was only beginning to fully grasp the

politics and the history of her people. She had been learning these important things since

she was old enough to write. For five days in every nine day week she studied in the

classroom of Wycheren Edoshesh, the Palace tutor. She studied the history of the Empire,

of the Grand Duchy and of her people. She also studied mathematics and literature.

Geography was one of her favourite subjects, for she loved looking at maps and imagining

the lives of the people who lived in far away lands. But the subject she loved most of all

was music, for she was a talented harpist and truly loved being able to express herself

through the strumming of a harps taught strings.

Often she would perform for the court and other guests within the Grand Ducal

Concert Hall located on the second floor of the Palace Keep. Most of the time she would

perform with a small ensemble of musicians culled from the ranks of the palace staff.

Howver, on rare occasions she would do solo performances where she would glory in her

talent and let the frequencies reverberate almost magically through the air. Rana lived for

those solo performances, for she had found that her music allowed her to express herself

freely without political or social judgements being placed upon her. Most exhilarating of

all was when she performed with Axuzith Etoliysths Orchestra in his concert hall in thecity. Rana loved to perform for her people, and the people of Ravenstone - it seemed -

loved to hear their Grand Ducal Heiress perform for them.

Ranas Father, the Grand Duke, was proud of his daughter. He was a weathered

man who had known the horror of war, for he had spent much of his youth outdoors


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serving with the Ducal Rangers who patrolled the wild eastern mountain border of the

Grand Duchy. But Ethithung Geongechuth, Grand Duke of Ravenstone was a kind man

and a fair ruler of his people. Above all else, he loved his family and dotted on his only

daughter and heir to the Grand Ducal Throne. He was happiest when he could spend timewith Rana and her mother, Ekomuni. Yet, there were times, when the Ducal Family were

alone in their apartments in the Palace, that Rana caught glimpses of darkness in her

fathers eyes. She had never asked him about his years serving as a Ducal Ranger before

becoming Grand Duke, but she had heard from others that he had once been taken prisoner

and tortured by the vile Ayrtesi Elves - an evil kindred of Elves who were ancient foes of

the Erupuan and their Iperatesi allies. That her father had survived his imprisonment and

had been rescued was a testament to his character and abilities, as well as the legendary

skill of his comrades in the Grand Ducal Ranger Corps. Rana understood that though her

father bore many physical scars from that dark time in his life, the mental scars that

remained mostly unseen were the deepest.

Ethithung, though, did not suffer greatly from his memories. Indeed, there were

times when his past would haunt him and the horrors he had witnessed would consume

him. It was in those dark times that his devoted wife, Ekomuni would come to his side and

help him banish his inner demons. Ranas mother had trained with the Erupuan Order of

Healers and was perhaps the Grand Duchys greatest healer. Her powers as a healer had

helped her father live with the traumas of his past and be able to rule their beloved people

so kindly. It seemed to Rana that no matter what the situation or the challenges the Grand

Duchy faced, her mother always had hope. In the darkest times, it seemed, Ekomuni was

a rock that the Grand Ducal family - and by extension the entire Duchy - could lean on inorder to weather any storm.

The Grand Ducal family were very close. They loved each other very much and

they understood that their duty towards their people must be present in every deed they

performed and in every word they spoke. Even though Rana had misgivings about her


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duty and the responsibility she would one day inherit from her father, she still felt a deep

sense of duty. However, she was glad she had her parents to help her as well as her

devoted body guard, Pairan. Rana felt that without Pairan she would never succeed as

Grand Duchess when the time came to ascend to the throne.Pairan was indeed a very special person. She was a Richethi, the strange race of

warriors and warlocks who had helped protect the Empire since the Demon Wars two and

three quarter millennia ago. Not only the Grand Ducal Heiress bodyguard, the Richethi

warrior was Ranas closest confidant and advisor. Their relationship was much deeper

then most others understood or even could perceive, and Rana always felt safe and secure

when the golden-skinned warrior was at her side.

In actual fact, Pairan was the only person to whom Rana had turned to when the

visions began. At first, the young heiress kept the visions to herself, believing that others

would think she had lost her sanity - a condition Rana had never truly discounted. But

Pairan knew her too well and almost immediately noticed that something had changed

within the young womans life. For the longest time, Rana denied that anything was the

matter, but eventually she opened up to her beloved bodyguard.

At first the visions seemed simple and almost mundane. She would catch glimpses

of scenes in which people would be talking about something going on in the palace or the

city - events that had yet to transpire. But within a few days, the very events disclosed in

these visions came to pass - without error. With this new ability, Rana found that she could

predict events that would happen in the future. As time passed, the visions became less

mundane and more serious. Events regarding the governance of the Grand Duchy as well

as other stately matters began to reveal themselves to the young heiress. With these visionsalso came a sense of great responsibility towards her people, forcing Rana to attempt to

warn members of the court.

But, it was the vision of a darkness coming to her beloved city that truly disturbed

Rana the most. This terrifying prophecy was the first to reveal itself multiple times to the


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young seeress. The scenes of which seemed to play themselves over and over again in her

mind, even in her most lucid waking moments. The true terror of its portent began to wash

her soul and fill Rana with a feeling of impending doom.

The first time she experienced it, the vision manifested itself in a dream. This wasnot unusual in itself as many of Ranas visions came to her in the dream state. It always

began the same way, though the fine details seemed to change somewhat. She would be

giving a performance in the concert hall of the palace. She would be playing for a crowd

of gathered nobles and court functionaries. The melody, harmony and rhythm was the best

execution of her talent. But as the performance went along, darkness would engulf the

room and panic would fill the minds of her audience. Somewhere, in the city beyond the

palace, the long dark tolling of a funeral bell would be heard and the chaos felt within the

hall would crescendo. Yet suddenly, the only feeling she had was one of determination

and that she would be the one to stop the darkness.

Pairan had attempted to calm Ranas fears, soothing her young charge with all the

arguments she could rationalize. But the logical words of her beloved protector were not

enough to truly appease the disquiet growing in the depths of her soul. It was not the

darkness itself that terrified her, but the long suffering tolling funeral bells that seemed to

reverberate throughout the last part of the vision. Ranas instincts told her that those bells

rang because someone dear to her would be taken from this plane of existence. For it was

this sad prophecy which troubled her most. To Ranas relief, no visions came to her with

more information regarding who would die and bring about this chaos. But she feared that

it would only be a matter of time before the unerring visions would reveal this truth to her.

She simply hoped she could prepare for their portent, or perhaps some how find a way toprevent it from happening.


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Chapter 2

Shattered By The Sun

It was a crisp morning in the autumn of the year 2745 in the Second Imperial Age,

Rana was fifteen years old. She sat on a balcony, quietly brushing her long dark fire red

hair. Her green eyes looked out over the city of Noch Geongechuth which was nestled up

against the shores of the strategically important Crimson Strait. This calm body of water

connected the great northern sea called Ethesh Whyonq to the Ethesh Erupua which was

one of the major seaways used by Imperial ships to transport goods. The strait was the

only passage between these two seas and had been claimed by the Erupuan Empire ever

since the Grand Duchy had been founded. There had been many times in the past when

control of this important passage was contested by neighboring nations, but the might of

the Grand Ducal Navy backed by Imperial forces had always assured that Noch

Geongechuth kept control of the strait.

This history and political geography was not what had been occupying Ranas mind

that morning as she sat brushing her red hair. The health of her fathers closest advisor had

preoccupied the mind of the young heiress. Indeed, Aheneko, the Richethi Warlock

assigned to her fathers court, had been like a grandmother to Rana. The elderly advisor

had served the Court of the Crimson King faithfully for over fifty years, having alsoadvised Ranas grandfather when he had been Grand Duke, but now she was far too weak

and sick to attend Court functions. Rana knew that Ahenekos time in this world was

nearing its end and she wanted to spend as much time as possible with the old Warlock.

Your breakfast is ready, my Lady. a soft voice interrupted Ranas thoughts. She


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turned to see Menino Iplta, her Lady in Waiting standing near the door. Menino wore

her usual blue dress and her long brown hair was held up in a bun at the top of her head.

The Lady in Waiting was a year younger then her mistress and they were more like best

friends then noble and servant.Have you heard how Aheneko feels this morning, Menino? Rana asked as she

stood up and followed the young girl into the sitting room to which the balcony was

attached.

She is about the same, my Lady.

Rana frowned, worry and fear growing deeper in her mind as the two young

women stepped through the door of the sitting room and into the large living space that

made up the majority of the Grand Ducal Apartments. The room was round and over two

hundred feet wide with a central area made up of couches and chairs where the Grand

Ducal family would sit at night and read, or simply talk. There was an area to Ranas left

with a multitude of shelves which stored a great number of books and scrolls which were

part of the familys personal library. Directly across from where Rana was, on the opposite

side of the sitting area in the middle of the room, was a large open space covered in rugs

which had been the area where Rana had played with her toys when she had been

younger. A massive fireplace was also located here which gave the room its primary

lighting and heating source. Often, Rana would still lay down on the rug closest to the

fireplace in the evening and dream of how her life might have been if she had not been

born the Grand Ducal Heiress. Finally, to Ranas right was the eating area comprised of

a large table with a number of chairs. Her father and mother were already sitting there,

eating the breakfast of eggs, sausage and toast.Sitting next to her father, going over the days itinerary, was Chyeshuish Ihoshapu

- the Dukes Seneschal. He was a tall man with medium length white hair and intelligent

green eyes. His ruddy skin contrasted nicely with the gold coloured tunic and dark pants

that he wore. Though Chyeshuishs voice was deep and resonant, Rana had sat through


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enough breakfasts in her life to be able to completely ignore what the elderly chief of staff

was telling her father. But as she sat down, Ranas gaze turned to her mother.

Ekomuni had long fire red hair which was a slightly lighter shade then her

daughters. The Duchess kept her hair pinned up with a beautiful jade hair pin which had been a gift from her husband when they had been married. She had kind blue eyes which

seemed to dazzle anyone who looked too deep into them. Ekomuni wore her usual jade

coloured robes and brown leather sandals as she quietly ate breakfast, attempting to listen

to the discussion between the two men.

Menino tells me that Aheneko is about the same as yesterday. Rana stated after

sampling some of the sausage.

She is comfortable and stable. the Duchess replied with a hint of sadness in her

voice. But I fear she will not be with us for much longer.

Rana brooded silently over this latest news as she ate more of her breakfast.

Memories of time spent with the elderly Warlock flooded the young heiress mind. Happy

moments spent exploring the palace grounds when Aheneko would teach Rana about the

flowers and herbs which grew in abundance. As she took a bite of toast, one of her earliest

memories of the Warlock filled her thoughts. Rana was perhaps five when the two of them

had first explored the hedge maze which stood just to the south west of the palace.

Aheneko had lead the young girl down the long passages and around many corners. Rana

had quickly felt lost, but Aheneko knew exactly where they were the whole time. At long

last they found themselves in the beautiful sitting area at the heart of the labyrinth with its

ancient fountain. The young girl marveled at the large statue of a silver scaled salmon that

had a large stream of water flowing from out of its pursed jaw. The very sound of thefountain calmed the lost feeling that had controlled her psyche during the journey through

the maze.

You like the fountain, Rana? Aheneko queried in a hushed voice.

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Come, let us sit on its edge. the Warlock invited. Without a word, the heiress

followed the older woman and then sat down next to her on the edge of the pool of water.

I often come here when I need to think. Aheneko continued. Do you know what the

salmon symbolizes?The young girls eyes turned up to the face of the giant silver fish, meeting the

chinooks gaze. Deep within the eyes of the statue Rana saw vast wisdom, as if the salmon

knew the secrets of the universe.

The elder woman looked fondly at her charge, smiling warmly. I believe you see

it in his eyes, dont you child?

Knowledge. The salmon symbolizes knowledge, Aheneko.

Thats right, child. Perhaps that is why I find this spot such a good place to think.

They were silent for quite a while, enjoying the sunshine of the warm summers day

and the calming sound of the water tumbling through the fountain. Rana continued to be

captivated by the gaze of the massive fish while the old Warlock simply enjoyed the aura

which seemed to permeate the heart of the labyrinth.

In two days a member of my order will arrive to take over command of the Chaotic

Lotuses. Aheneko interrupted the sound of the fountain. Your father has decided that

on top of her duties as the head of the Richethi company, she will also take on the task of

being your personal guard.

Does this mean that we wont be spending as much time together?

Of course not, Rana. Again, the old woman smiled warmly. We will spend as

much time together as you want. But Pairan will be charged to protect you. You are the

heir to the Grand Ducal throne and your father feels that you should be kept safe.Because of duty?

Yes. We all have a duty to fulfill. Yours, my child, is a very important duty. You

must serve your people faithfully and fairly. Pairan will help you accomplish this.

Rana had smiled, hugged the old Warlock and then went back to contemplating the


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salmon. If Aheneko and her father thought that this Pairan would help her, then it must

be true. For they were the two wisest people the young girl knew. Indeed, Pairan was a

great help. Whenever the young Heiress felt overwhelmed, it was her faithful guard who

helped her cope. Pairan kept Rana not only physically safe, but mentally and spirituallystrong. She had been a blessing for the young woman in more ways then her father or

Aheneko could have imagined all those years ago.

The young heiress mind refocused on the breakfast table in front of her.

Chyeshuish was just standing up from his seat, preparing to depart to carry out the rest of

his morning duties. Her father sat silently eating while reading over some reports and

briefings. Ranas mother was sitting, seemingly lost in her own thoughts while Menino

silently cleared the Duchess empty plate from the table. Without a word, the young Lady

in Waiting also cleared Ranas plate and then made her way towards the door which lead

to the stairwell that connected the Ducal Apartments to the rest of the palace.

Is it alright if I pay Aheneko a visit? Rana interrupted her mothers reveries.

Ekomuni turned her attention to her daughter, a sad smile crossing her lips. Of

course, Rana. A visit from you would probably do her good.

The young woman excused herself from the table and headed for the antechamber

and foyer to the Grand Ducal Apartments and the stairwell beyond. She descended the

stairs which opened up into a large room occupied by the Grand Ducal Guardsmen who

controlled access to the Ducal Apartments upstairs. The Grand Ducal Guards were

comprised of eighteen of the Duchys most skilled soldiers. This elite unit was divided into

two smaller units of nine men each commanded by two Immosehon, or Lieutenants. The

entire unit was under the command of its Avuth, or Captain, a brave soldier namedEfoguen Apluploish whose family had served in the Ducal Military for generations. In fact,

Avuth Efoguen was on duty this morning along with eight other members of the Ducal

Guards.

Good morning, My Lady. the white haired soldier greeted Rana. I trust the night


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brought you good dreams and a restful sleep.

Yes it did, Efoguen. she replied happily, I am just going to see how Aheneko is

doing.

Very good, My Lady. Give her our best wishes.I will, thank you.

Rana exited the guard room through the door at the south east corner and entered

into a long hallway. She followed this hallway past the Grand Ducal Guards barracks, the

various offices of the Military Commanders as well as the door to the Grand Ducal War

Room where military strategy was planned and coordinated. At the end of the hall, Rana

turned left into the main corridor which connected all the hallways on this level of the

Palace. She traveled southwards along the main corridor to where another hallway opened

up on her left and turned down it. The offices of the highest Court Officials as well as their

quarters were located down this new corridor.

After only a few steps into this passageway, Rana encountered Ahenthair Ycashiosh,

her fathers Grand Vizier and chief magic user of the Grand Duchy. He was a tall man, as

tall as her father, with long white hair and an immaculately kept white goatee. His green

eyes sparkled with great knowledge as well as a sense of authority that only individuals

who studied the deepest magics seemed to possess. Ahenthair wore deep blue robes and

soft leather sandals as well as a golden ring set with a brilliant sapphire on his right hand.

A crisp morning, my Lady. the Grand Vizier noted in a matter of fact tone.

Yes it is, Ahenthair. Rana replied.

Checking on Aheneko, then are we? Ahemthair surmised, smiling kindly.

Yes. Mother says she is stable, but fears her time is short.A darkness crossed the green eyes of the tall robed man and he quickly cast his gaze

away from the young woman. I fear that your mothers prediction might be true. the

magician disparaged. Take care, Rana - and give Aheneko my regards. the old man

ventured after a short pause. He turned and walked past the young Ducal Heiress and


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continued on his way.

Rana, as well, continued on her way, walking until she came to the fourth door on

the right-hand side of the hallway. The young woman took a deep breath and then gently

knocked on the door. At first, there was no response, so she knocked again - this time alittle louder.

Who is it? a frail voice drifted through the wood door.

Its Rana, Aheneko. Ive come to see how you are doing.

Come in, child. came the old Warlocks reply.

Rana opened the door and entered Ahenekos living quarters, closing the door

behind her. The single room which served as the Richethis home within the Palace was

the same size and dimensions as every other staff quarters located in the building. It had

a sitting area to the left of the door which was made up of two oak chairs and a small oak

table. Just behind this sitting area was a large bookshelf where the Warlocks personal

tomes and scrolls were orderly kept. To the right of the door was a large rug set before the

rooms fireplace which burned brightly. Behind this, towards the back of the room, was a

large four poster bed, also made of oak. It was under the large blanket on the bed that

Rana found the ailing Warlock.

Aheneko looked old. Her once white hair, which had been thick and luxurious, was

now grey and sparse. Her golden coloured skin, one of the hallmarks of her race, seemed

more yellow and jaundiced then it should have been. But the old womans eyes, which

constantly changed their colour - again marking her as a Richethi - were as sharp and

knowledgeable as Rana could remember.

I am so pleased you have come to see me, child. Aheneko told her as the younggirl pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down. Your mother was here first thing to

check on me, but other then that - you are my first visitor of the day.

Mother says you are well but arent getting better. Rana replied sadly.

My time in this world has been long and rewarding, Rana. the Warlock replied


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with a smile, Do not mourn me once I have passed onward. One day we all must walk

the Halls of Erron, such is the fate of mortals. But we must celebrate the time spent here

on Nytheun and with our loved ones.

Rana was quiet, reflecting on the old womans wise words.Still, let us not dwell on such morbid thoughts. Aheneko continued. The day is

yet young and Erron has allowed me at least this moment to spend with you.

You will be greatly missed, Aheneko. Rana observed. There are many who do

not remember any other Warlock at Court.

Indeed, but fear not, Child. Always remember that the members of my Order have

sworn an oath to protect the Empire. The individuals are not important - only our mission.

A new Warlock will be sent from Tor Keisoryse, where my Order is headquartered, and

your father will again have a Richethi advisor trained to help him keep the Empire safe.

Besides, Pairan will remain along with the members of her unit. They too will help

continue to protect the Empire and the Grand Duchy.

Are you comfortable, Aheneko? Rana asked, wishing to change the subject.

As comfortable as I can be.

Again silence fell between the two, as they each contemplated their own thoughts.

Rana, Aheneko began, dont let my passing from this world disturb you. It is

simply part of the natural cycle.

The young woman did not reply, for she was fighting an inner battle. Her mind

kept returning to the vision - the one in the concert hall which prophesied the death of a

loved one. Could it be that Ahenekos passing would be the actualization of this vision?

Aheneko, I must tell you something. Rana announced. Something I have onlyever told Pairan. Every so often I have visions, prophecies of the future. Most of them

have been harmless, but some have foretold me of events with great consequences. There

is one vision which has yet to come to pass which disturbs me greatly. It warns that

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the Grand Duchy.

A serious look had overcome the Warlocks face and she looked deeply into Ranas

eyes. Indeed. Aheneko intoned. It would seem Erron has blessed you as well, Child.

Be careful how you interpret these visions. The messages of the gods are not always easyto understand and their portents should not be divulged lightly. You say Pairan is the only

other person who knows of this?

Yes.

Very well. the Warlock asserted. Then heed my words, Ecrana Geongechuth,

daughter of Ethithung Geongechuth, Grand Duke of Ravenstone. Do not speak of these

visions to anyone else. Not even to your parents. Some individuals might use such

knowledge against you. One day you will wear the Crown of the Crimson Kings and your

authority must be absolute within the bounds of the Grand Duchy. There are some who

might perceive of this gift as a weakness and use it to stir up trouble against your rule. But

remember, this is a blessing given to you by Erron herself. Use it wisely and it will help

you in your hour of greatest need.

As for the portent of your vision and how it relates to me. Aheneko shrugged,

Time will tell what will truly come to pass. Always remember that we control our own

fate with the choices we make. No prophecy has any true power over us unless we choose

to give it authority. Choose the path which leads to Truth and you cannot err. But also

remember, my Child, sometimes suffering and chaos are necessary in order for us all to

grow and to learn. It may be unpleasant or challenging, but it forces us to be the best sort

of individual we can be.

Those wise words would stay with Rana all through the coming weeks as Ahenekoscondition worsened. Each passing day, the old Warlock grew sicker and sicker. Finally,

on a dark, stormy evening a number of weeks after that fateful conversation, Ranas mother

was called to Ahenekos bedside. The Duchess did everything in her power, calling upon

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painless as possible. In the end, Aheneko closed her eyes one last time and her spirit

departed, joining the multitude of others who walked the Halls of Erron. Bells tolled

throughout the city, signaling the passage of the beloved Richethi Warlock. Their

reverberations sent chills through Ranas body, but she persisted - holding onto the adviceAheneko herself had given her. As per the traditions of the Richethi Order, Ahenekos

body was put aborad one of the Grand Duchys warships and sailed to the island home of

the ancient Order. It would be delivered to the head of the Order to undergo whatever

secret burial rites the Richethi exercised and a new Warlock would be selected and ferried

back to Noch Geongechuth to continue Ahenekos work.

Before Ahenekos body was to be taken back to her homeland, a great memorial was

held. Nobles from neighbouring Duchies as well as dignitaries from foreign nations

arrived to pay their respects. The various religious leaders of the Duchys six religious

orders blessed the Warlock and wished her peaceful travels in the afterlife. Finally, the

Grand Duke himself gave an eulogy in Ahenekos honour, praising her years of dedication

and service to the Grand Duchy and to the Empire as a whole.

On the night after Ahenekos memorial and the departure of her body for Tor

Keisoryse, Rana sat silently on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the hedge maze.

It was a cool autumn night, the sky cloudless and filled with the brightly shining stars.

Thypryrrm, the red moon, was just beginning to rise to the east while Eqyrsh, the silver

moon, was a quarter of the way to its zenith. A dark coloured cloak kept the nights chill

air from her body, but she felt a deep coldness and emptiness within that no garment or

fire could chase away.

I thought I would find you here. a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. Soabsorbed in those thoughts, Rana never noticed the tall figure standing nearby until it

spoke. Looking up, she saw Pairan standing not far from her, the silver glow of the moon

Eqyrsh illuminating her features. The Richethi warrior had all the hallmarks of her race,

the gold coloured skin, the jet black hair and the eyes that constantly shifted colour. She


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wore a black leather bustier and a matching leather kilt. Black riding boots protected her

feet and lower legs and a black cloak was draped around her muscular shoulders. The

golden hilt of a broadsword could be seen sticking out of its scabbard at her right hip.

Rana rose quickly and rushed into the Richethis arms. Tears immediately began tostream down her face and Pairan simply held the young woman close. After a few

moments, the young woman finally composed herself and sat back down on the edge of

the fountain. Her tall guardian sat down next to her, quietly waiting for Rana to speak.

I fear what will happen now that she is gone, Pairan. The Grand Ducal Heiress

started. The vision still haunts me, and when I heard the tolling of the bells throughout

the city today, my whole body felt cold.

Pairan smiled warmly, I dont believe Aheneko is the one from your vision, Rana.

Do not worry, the Grand Duchy continues on, as it always has. Your father is a wise

commander and ruler of the people. And you will be the same when it is time for you to

take up that duty. As long as you rule with love in your heart and intelligence in your

mind, you will never err and the Grand Duchy will prosper. That is all that the people can

ask of their rulers.

They were quiet for a few moments. Pairan watched Ranas face, worried that such

a young mind was dealing with so many fears. The Grand Ducal Heiress, on the other

hand, looked deeply into the eyes of the statue of the salmon which rose up above the

fountain. She remembered again that day she had first come here with Aheneko and the

Warlocks wise words.

Come, Rana. Pairan interrupted her contemplations, It is starting to get cold. We

should return to the Palace, your parents will be worried.The two women rose and started back through the maze towards its entrance. But

as they left the central clearing, Rana turned back one more time to look into the eyes of the

salmon, hoping that one day she would be as wise as the recently departed Warlock.


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Chapter 3

Walking The Road

That winter was longer and colder then what was usually experienced in the Grand

Duchy. The cold, dreary weather added to Ranas malaise and a deep feeling of foreboding

was growing in the depths of her being. In her dreams, she kept hearing the reverberation

of the funeral bells. No matter what she was dreaming of, they were always there -

somewhere. Sometimes they were deep in the background and she fancied she sensed

them more then she actually heard them. But other times they were at the forefront of the

dreams, so much so that she could not hear anything else.

Ranas small circle of friends had noticed her melancholy but could not fathom its

cause. Menino tried everything to keep her mistress spirits up, but could not seem to

break through the dark cloud that hovered over the heiress demeanor. Even Ranas

parents had noticed a change in their daughter since the passing of Aheneko and had

become concerned for her well being. Ekomuni talked often with her daughter, trying to

figure out how she could dispel the malaise. But it was Pairan who truly understood why

Rana had been so deeply affected by the passing of the Warlock.

On a snowy day in Egeniung, the second month of winter, Pairan found Rana

practicing her harp alone in the Grand Ducal Concert Hall, which was located on thesecond floor of the palace. The harpist sat on a simple stool in the middle of the of the

massive hall, illuminated by the grey light that filtered in from the windows on the south

side of the room. Her harp stood next to her and she seemed to be one with her

instrument, her delicate fingers caressing the frequencies from the high tension of the


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strings.

The tall golden skinned warrior did not disturb her charge as she played a

particularly difficult passage over and over, but simply sat down in a chair not far from

where Rana was playing. The girls back was to Pairan and the warrior doubted if Ranahad even heard her enter the hall. There were countless times when the Richethi had sat

and listened to the Erupuan womans playing, mesmerized by the passionate talent her

charge possessed. This time was no different, for Pairan found herself enraptured by the

magical tones that emanated from Ranas fingertips. The warrior was reminded again of

why she so deeply loved this beautiful girl who sat before her.

The music came to an end as Rana took a break, her hands resting gently upon the

pleats of the green dress that covered her thighs and lower legs. Her head turned slightly

and she looked up into the windows high above the floor of the concert hall. Pairan

followed her gaze but could not discern what had captured the girls attention. Worry

began to seep into the warriors thoughts, for this room was the scene of the young girls

disturbing vision. Was Rana perhaps seeing the vision yet again?

It isnt real, my love. Pairan reassured in a calm voice.

Rana turned around with a start, for she had not sensed that Pairan had been

watching her. What is not? the young woman returned in a confused voice.

The vision. Pairan explained, It is beyond the physical and the rational. It seems

to me like feelings bestowed upon you by forces we can never truly comprehend.

Rana turned back to look at the windows. Do you see how the light is grey? It is

grey because of the clouds and the snow outside which distorts the light coming to us from

the sun. The world appears to be dull and undefined. On sunny days, however,everything is bright and sharp. My visions are always bright and sharp - they are easy to

view and distinguish what is happening.

Yes, but this vision with the performance and the bells Pairan countered, You

do not know what it truly means and what it portends. Worrying about it is changing you.


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Your family and friends have noticed a change in you, not only your spirits but also how

you seem to react to things. I am the only one who knows why, so let me help you. Let me

help you find some way to change the prophecy of this dark vision so that the dark

portents it reveals do not come to pass.The young woman was quiet for a few moments. I wish I knew how to do that,

Pairan. I wish I could change what seems to be fated.

We can always change what will happen to us and who we are. We just have to

make the right choices.

Again, Rana was quiet, silently contemplating the Richethis words. Her gaze

turned to the warriors face. She looked deeply into Pairans colour-changing eyes, seeing

the love and concern there. However, there was nothing anyone could do. The visions

always came to pass, and Rana knew deep down that this one was no different. The chaos

it prophesied would come to the Grand Duchy and nothing she did would change it.

I have to go to class now, Pairan. she changed the subject, standing up and

starting to pack up her harp. I hope you enjoyed my playing.

I always enjoy hearing you play, my love. the warrior returned. It reminds me

of why I love you so much.

Rana smiled at that and hugged the tall woman close. But as Pairan departed, the

young girl felt a chill course through her body. Numbly, and without thought, she put her

hand on her harp and was suddenly overcome with the vision again. It had been about a

month since she had last experienced the vision, and this time it was as lucid and powerful

as the first time she had heard the music of her harp in her minds eye. The vision was the

same as it had always had been - except for one blatant exception: the ending. As she stoodup tall, determined to make a decision to combat the chaos, she heard someone cry out:

The Crimson King is slain!

The vision cleared and her knees failed her. Rana collapsed down hard onto the

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a long time. In fact, she had no idea how much time had actually passed when she began

to become aware of her surroundings again. All she could think of was that Pairan had

been right, Ahenekos death was not what had been foretold by the vision. Her father was

the one would die and bring about the chaos which would engulf the Grand Duchy.Quickly she pulled herself up off the floor and exited the concert hall. It was all she

could do in order to keep herself from collapsing in a heap of utter dismay. She forced

herself to keep moving, not even watching where she was going but trusting that her feet

knew the way. At last, she found herself opening up the door of the Palace school room

and finding a seat near the large desk occupied by Wycheren Edoshesh, the Palace Tutor.

For quite some time, she simply sat there, looking at her teacher - waiting for him to begin

the days lesson.

Master Wycheren had watched the young woman enter his classroom as if in a daze

and was immediately worried for his most important student. He had of course witnessed

much of Ranas recent melancholy and he had heard many of the Palace staff and servants

talk about it. The elderly sage with the long white hair and mustache fixed his green eyes

on the face of the young woman who sat before him. As he gazed into her green eyes his

worry increased. Absently, he smoothed the front of his crimson coloured robe and then

gently cleared his throat.

I am sorry I am late, Master Wycheren. Rana apologized. I was practicing my

harp and lost track of the time.

Not to worry, my Lady. he replied in a deep voice. But I must ask: it does seem

as if something is bothering you

The young woman looked away briefly and then returned her eyes to the face of herteacher. Im not feeling completely myself.

Whycheren paused for a moment, his mind reeling with implications. But he

returned his thoughts to the task which lay before him at this precise moment in time.

Well, I might have some good news that may improve your spirits. As you know, every


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year the citizens of the Grand Duchy commemorate the deeds of your ancestor, King

Munammeren, the Great. We celebrate his accomplishments on the anniversary of the

signing of the treaty that brought our beloved realm back into the folds of the Empire. Of

course, you will remember that the treaty itself is even named after the Great King himself,though it was signed a millennia after he ruled the Crimson Realm. I have been asked by

Master Poserun Munaplata, the Palace Chamberlin, to find out whether you would be

willing to give a solo performance in the Grand Ducal Concert Hall on the afternoon of the

Munammeren Celebration. It would be a wonderful way for you to show the people your

talent and also how much this great celebration means to the Grand Duchy.

Memories of the vision flashed through Ranas mind but she quickly brought her

thoughts back into focusing on the classroom around her. I would like that greatly. she

remarked, forcing a smile onto her delicate lips.

I am so happy, my Lady. Whycheren beamed. I will let Master Poserun know

and he can begin making plans for this wonderful event.

I always enjoy performing, Master Whycheren. Especially for my people.

Good, good. the old school teacher continued. Now let us talk some of the

Treaty of Munammeren today. What can you tell me about this important document?

It was signed by King Ekotai, the last Crimson King of Ravenstone, and Emperor

Gycherun in the seventh year of the Second Imperial Age - or what also is counted as 1137

of the Crimson Kings Era here in Ravenstone.

Excellent, my Lady. What purpose does the Treaty hold?

It is the formal terms agreed upon which brought Ravenstone back under the fold

of the Erupuan Empire. Since its signing the Realm of the Crimson Kings ceased to exisand the Grand Duchy of Ravenstone was created.

Yes, you are right on track, my Lady. What does the Treaty demand of the Grand

Duke in respect to the Imperial Throne?

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transferred to the Imperial Treasury every year. Military aid as required by the Emperor.

Anything else?

Yes. Once a year, on the anniversary of the signing of the Treaty, the Grand Duke

must travel to the Imperial Capital of Eruplong, present himself before the Imperial Courtand restate his vows of allegiance to the Emperor.

Very good, my Lady. Now what freedoms does the Grand Duchy enjoy which are

unique to our realm compared to other Duchies within the Empire because of the Treaty?

Rana thought hard for a few moments. The Grand Duchy was able to keep its

knightly order, the Crimson Knights. We are the only Duchy in the Empire to have our

own knightly order.

Yes, that was one thing. What else?

Rana pondered the workings of the Grand Duchy but could not think of any other

unique powers the Grand Duke enjoyed over his peers. I do not know, Master

Whycheren. she admitted.

The Grand Duke of Ravenstone is the only Duke in all the Empire who has the

authority to negotiate treaties with foreign nations. the old sage informed her. Normally,

all foreign relations are handled by the Imperial Court. However, because of Ravenstones

important strategic placement, it is much more efficient for the Crimson Court to negotiate

treaties and military alliances concerning the Crimson Strait then having officials thousands

of miles away in Eruplong do it for us. The Grand Duke and his advisors are much more

aware of what goes on in the Crimson Strait then anyone could possibly be at the Imperial

Court. As such, many foreign nations have ambassadors at your fathers court and we are

constantly negotiating with them on a multitude of issues.I have seen many foreigners in the city. Rana stated, However, I didnt realize

some of them came to the Court of the Crimson King. Which other nations have

ambassadors?

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Ronith elves also have an ambassador, but our dealings with them are minimal. There

is one representative from the Jufuovhofin who we are constantly dealing with because of

their known piracy on the Ethesh Whyonq. We also deal quite a bit with the ambassador

from the Zril Shin Empire because their western most lands are located on the oppositeshore of the Crimson Strait. An emissary from one of the Emirites of Raivarivar also

attends court. Sometimes there are merchants from the Kingdoms of the Pliac who request

passage through the Crimson Strait. The Dwarves and Halflings of the Athosas Mountains

also have their own ambassadors at Court.

That is quite a lot of different nations and races we deal with. the Grand Ducal

Heiress noted.

Indeed, my Lady. Master Whycheren replied. And the issues regarding each of

the them are different. But, let us return to our original topic: the Treaty of Munammeren.

King Ekotai, who afterwards was the first Grand Duke of Ravenstone in the Second

Imperial Age, also created the celebration which falls on the anniversary of the Treatys

signing. Ekotai not only wanted to celebrate our unique culture which developed during

the Crimson Kings Era, but he also wanted to celebrate our return to the Empire. So can

you tell me what are some of the unique cultural factors that the people of Ravenstone

enjoy?

There is a style of architecture which was originally developed during the Crimson

Kings Era which is unique to the Grand Duchy. Rana answered proudly.

Yes, that is correct, my Lady. Whycheren beamed. Most scholars refer to this

architectural style as Ammchuth because of its use of distinctive red stones. It also uses

mosaics of tiles as decoration on walls and in ceilings. There are many examples ofAmmchuth architecture within Noch Geongechuth, and indeed across the entire Duchy.

In fact, there are none more prominent then the Plsh Gyisamma, the tallest tower of the

Palace. It was constructed by King Munammerens son, King Eblonamma, as an

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Rana suddenly had a thought, Master Whycheren, if the Grand Duke is at the

Imperial Court renewing his allegiance to the Emperor, he does not normally participate

in the celebrations, then?

You are correct, my Lady. the school teacher acknowledged, Your Father will beat the Imperial Court whilst we celebrate. In fact, none of the Grand Dukes have ever been

present in the city for the Munammeren Celebrations because of the requirements of the

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Chapter 4

Horizons Change

On a beautiful afternoon in the month of Arrieniung, eighteen days before Etashycu,

the spring equinox , Rana was sitting in her allotted place in Axuzith Etoliysths concert

hall with the rest of the conductors orchestra. The entire ensemble was rehearsing for the

Etashycu concert and Axuzith was working them hard. The Mstro was about average

height for an Erupuan man with long orange coloured hair. His beardless face had a

chiseled quality about it which seemed to accentuate his intense green eyes. He wore a

loose fitting white tunic and navy blue leggings which were tucked into the tops of his

black leather boots. In his right hand was a small wand which he expertly waved through

the air keeping time for the musicians who sat playing under his watchful gaze. With his

left hand he would indicate accents for certain sections or simply turn the pages of music

which were laid out before him on his conductors pedestal.

The orchestra was working on a particularly difficult section of an ancient Iperatesi

song called Amosyl Etos , or The Siren Of The Vein River. The song had originally been

composed for the lyre or the harp by the legendary Iperatesi Bard Sylarr in the ancient

Pre-Imperial Age. Mstro Etoliysth had composed a fully orchestrated version giving the

piece a truly epic air yet still remained faithful to its ancient Iperatesi feel. The difficult partwas to be found at the end of the main verse section where a change to an odd time

signature was emphasized by an intricate harp solo built upon a complex arpeggio. The

solo itself - played by Rana on her harp - was not the issue, for the Grand Ducal Heir had

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sheets of music in front of her. What was proving difficult was the backing rhythm played

by the cellos and violins, a pattern that had been written in a different time signature and

key then the harp solo. The musicians were having trouble keeping proper time with

Ranas playing.Stop, stop, stop! Etoliysth commanded with great frustration seeping into his deep

baritone voice. We still cannot achieve the proper feel or timing. The orange haired

conductor looked from the cellos that sat directly in front of him to the two groups of

violins on his left and right and finally over at Rana who sat with her harp next to the first

row of violins on the right. Perhaps we should take this section apart. My Lady, would

you be so kind as to play the main phrase of the solo repeatedly until I indicate that you

can stop?

Of course, Mstro. the girl replied.

Cellos and violins come in on my signal. the orange haired conductor instructed.

Let us begin again With this command, Axuzith Etoliysth began to wave his wand,

counting out-loud the timing of the rhythm so that all the musicians could hear. After one

bar of his count he turned his head and nodded to Rana who began to play the ancient

melody with all her skill. After she played through the phrase once, Mstro Etoliysth

made a motion with his left hand in the direction of the cellos. Following the direction of

the conductor, the assembled cello players began to slide their bows across the taught

strings of their instruments creating a deep resonating staccato that accentuated the melody

Rana was repeating.

Etoliysth let the phrase repeat twice and then made a final motion towards the two

banks of violins who began playing arpeggios of their own in a mezzo-piano. Thesetransposed chordal figures were so expertly written that there was no point when they

were dissonant with the melody - even though the later was written in a different key.

With the Mstro counting each beat in their time signature out-loud, the cello and violin

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Good, good, good. Etoliysth complimented, stopping the musicians after playing

through the passage four times. Now you all have a feel for the proper timing, let us now

go back to the end of the verse section - perhaps nine bars before it ends - and attempt the

transition into this section. Alright, nine bars before the end of the verse section on mymark

The Mstro began to count in, using his wand and his strong baritone. The

orchestra followed his cue and began the final phrase of the verse, a dramatically rolling

melody played over dense harmonies and a subtle bass line. At the appropriate time,

Etoliysth signaled for the transition and the cadence and rhythm of the music changed.

The cellos and double basses began to drone long deep notes while the violins played a

short series of repeating notes. One more signal from the conductor and the feel of the

music changed again as the time signatures of the instruments were altered. The

resonating staccato of the cellos began as well as the counterpointed messo-piano arpeggios

of the violins. The tension of the piece had been built up to this moment, when the Grand

Ducal Heiress put her fingers back on the strings of her harp and began to fluidly play the

ancient melody.

The entire song had come together at last and Axuzith Etoliysth congratulated the

assembled musicians on their hard work. The players in turn congratulated each other as

they packed up their instruments. They also complimented Rana on her exceptional

playing and she in turn shared her good opinions of their performances. As she fastened

the clips that held fast the protective case which wrapped around her harp, she looked up

to see Axuzith Etoliysth standing nearby.

Your playing is an inspiration to us all, my Lady. the Mstro acclaimed in hisdeep baritone. I am still filled with wonder when I listen to you play.

You are too kind, Axuzith. Rana blushed.

Not at all, Rana. he continued. You have a natural talent which allows you to

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remember, we have another rehearsal next hyung. We will be putting the finishing touches

on the Amosyl Etos so it will be ready for the Etashycu celebrations.

I will be here, Axuzith. You know I will not miss an opportunity to play for the

citizens of the Duchy. Rehearsals are necessary to prepare for performances and as such,I will not miss the next rehearsal.

Very good, my Lady. the Mstro replied. Until then, may Ethone wash your

worries.

May he wash your worries as well, my good friend. Rana intoned. Etoliysth

turned and walked away to attend to other matters and Rana looked around the concert

hall, watching as the other musicians slowly filed out. Pairan came walking up to where

the young woman was standing, having been watching the rehearsal from one of the first

rows of seats beyond the stage.

It would appear that the group is well prepared for the performance. the black

leather clad warrior noted. She reached out and took hold of the handle of the harp case

and lifted it gently off the ground.

We have some work yet to do, but we made great progress today. the red haired

woman opined. She followed the golden skinned Chaotic Lord down from the orchestral

stage and up along the main aisle of the concert hall. Together, they entered into the foyer,

which was richly decorated with paintings of famous musicians and conductors as well as

statues of some of the most famous composers known to the Empire. Rana fell into step

behind Pairan as they neared the main entrance of the concert hall where the Ducal

Carriage waited outside. At the threshold, Pairan put the harp case down and then

stepped through the main door. Rana, having gone through such procedures countlesstimes during her life knew that she was to wait inside with her harp until her bodyguard

returned. Either the way would be clear, or they would have to find some alternate means

to return to the Palace.

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to Rana. The Grand Ducal Heiress wordlessly followed her protectors command and

stepped through the doorway, across a short expanse to the step of the waiting carriage

and up into the open door of the coach. The door was closed by the carriage driver who

had been standing in the perfect position to complete this exact task. Rana sat down on theseat facing the front of the carriage and looked out the window. She watched as the

carriage driver entered the concert hall and retrieved the harp case under the watchful eye

of Pairan, who stood at the base of the carriage steps scanning the street and the people

who were present. A moment later, the driver appeared and gingerly placed the harp case

into the storage area at the rear of the carriage and then climbed up into the drivers seat at

the front of the vehicle. Pairan opened the door of the coach and climbed inside, taking the

seat opposite her charge. She then lifted her left arm and rapped strongly on the wall of

the coach, indicating to the driver that they were ready to depart. With a sudden lurch, the

carriage began to move up the street in the direction of the Palace.

I still think all of that is a little much. Rana complained once they had been

moving for a few blocks.

Pairan rolled her eyes. You are the one who keeps saying that foul winds will soon

come upon us and someone dear to you will be killed. Do you not think then that such

precautions are wise?

Rana was silent. Of course, Pairan was right - and concerning such matters, her

bodyguard was always correct.

Rana, your safety is my primary duty. Pairan explained for the thousandth time.

If I feel that something or someone might threaten you then I am perfectly within the

authority granted to me by your father, the Grand Duke, to follow any procedure I believewill keep you safe.

I know, Pairan. the red haired woman sighed. I just wish things would be less

complicated.

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constantly shifting colours. As always, the face of her bodyguard filled Rana with a sense

of security and of love. Her feelings for the often blunt Chaotic Lord ran deep, in fact they

were feelings she shared with no other person she knew - not even her parents. She loved

Pairan deeply and this passionate feeling was shared by the often inquisitive warrior. Ranasat back on the carriage bench and looked out the window, watching the red roofs and

stone facades of the buildings pass by. She noted the windows and doorways of each

building, some were shops whilst others were residences of the citizens of the city. But the

familiar vision of the streets of Noch Geongechuth faded from her consciousness as she

silently remembered that night not long ago when the two woman expressed their love for

each other.

It had been a few ycun before Pairan and her unit of Chaotic Lords were set to

depart Noch Geongechuth on some military mission her father had ordered for them. The

Chaotic Lotuses were to be taken by merchant ship to a little known cove on the Zril Shin

coast. What their exact mission entailed, Pairan would never tell - but Rana surmised it

had to do with the ongoing power-struggle to control the Crimson Strait. Rana had been

sitting in one of her favourite spots, the top of a small hill that overlooked the Crimson

Strait beyond the north wall of the Palace grounds. The young woman had been trying to

come to grips with the strange feelings she had been experiencing whenever Pairan was

near - which was most of the time.

You have been avoiding me, Rana. that familiar voice broke into her thoughts.

Turning, she saw the tall golden skinned warrior standing nearby, her black cloak flapping

in the wind.

I dont mean to. the red haired woman put in.I know. Pairan smiled, taking a few steps and sitting down next to her. Silently,

the warrior adjusted the scabbard of her sword, unclasping it from her belt and laying it

reverently upon the green grass next to her. Her brown eyes looked off into the distance,

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the days of the Demon Wars. We were created to ensure that the Empire is safe and

prospers. Yet in all that time we continue to faithfully fulfill our purpose.

The Richethis eyes turned a deep lavender colour and she brushed back a few

strands of her black hair which had fallen into her face because of the wind. Your father,who is my commander, has set before me a task which follows the spirit of my purpose.

I am happy to follow these orders - no matter what may come of them. After all, this is the

purpose for which I am here.

Not your only purpose. Rana interjected. You were also commanded to protect

me. How will you do that if you are so far away?

Pairans eyes - now blue - looked deeply into the green eyes of her charge. The

warrior saw adoration and fear in those young windows of the soul. Quickly, she returned

her gaze to the sea deeply pondering her next words.

I must lead my unit on this mission, Rana. the Richethi started. Your father has

commanded such. My duty to him in this regard takes precedence over my duty to you.

I am sorry, but I must go.

I dont want you to go, Pairan the young woman wailed, flinging herself into the

arms of her protector. Without a thought, Ranas face lifted up and deeply kissed Pairan

fully on the lips - the young woman let her passion and her fear consume her completely.

The Chaotic Lord, on the other hand, was only mildly surprised by the sudden

outpouring of passion. She had often noted how Ranas demeanor had changed recently

when the Chaotic Lord was present. But Pairan was torn between her own feelings and her

overriding sense of duty. At that exact moment, however, she gave in to her own passions

and fully embraced the young woman, returning her passionate kisses. The two individualson the hill top stopped the passionate kissing and took deep breaths. Rana began to cry on

Pairans shoulder and the Richethi simply held her close.

In the end, Pairan had departed with the Chaotic Lotuses, returning a hyung later

safe and sound. Rana was never so happy to see her protector and the two of them had


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talked for a long time about what had happened on the hill. Now, as Rana sat in the coach

watching the buildings go by, she looked over at Pairan and into her deep green eyes

which were beginning to turn a lighter shade. She knew she was safe and always would

be, even if Pairan was away on some mission set forth by Ranas father. She would always be safe because the Richethi loved her and that love was stronger then the Chaotic Lords

deep sense of duty. There was no power in existence that could come between them.

The carriage was beginning to slow and Rana looked out the window and

recognized the large open park which occupied a large area before the gates of the Palace

grounds. The sound of the horses drawing the carriage changed as their hooves began to

tread across the wooden planks of the drawbridge which connected the old city to the

Palace Gate. The vehicle then came to a stop as the Palace guard interviewed the driver.

A few moments went by and a polite knock was then heard at the door of the coach.

Pairan stood and opened it revealing the chain armoured figure of Ivych Munesa Efuhue,

the Warden of the Gate. He had medium length curly orange hair and a full beard. The

Ivychs blue eyes scanned the coach quickly then centered on the face of the Richethi.

An orderly trip, I trust Immosehon. Munesa quirried in a formal voice.

Indeed, Ivych. Pairan reported in an equally formal tone.

How was the rehearsal, my Lady? the Ivych turned and asked the Ducal Heiress.

We finally made progress with the Amosyl Etos, Munesa. the young woman

replied.

I am pleased to hear that, my Lady. I always enjoy your performances and I am

really looking forward to hearing you play for the Etashycu celebrations. Enjoy the rest of

the ycu.Ycu quth , Munesa. Rana intoned as the orange haired man signaled to the driver

that he was cleared to enter the Palace Grounds.

Ycu quth , my Lady. the Warden called as the carriage began to move.

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guards of Munesas unit, four on each side of the gate. They wore shinny chain mail shirts

with steel greaves on their arms and legs. Their crimson surcoats displayed the crest of the

Grand Duke, a black raven with wings unfurled, and the steel pommels of their swords

hung at their belts. What she saw next was the stonework of the gatehouse tunnel as thecarriage drove through the fortified entrance. Next, the green expanse of the Grand Ducal

lawns opened on either side of them and Rana sat back in her seat, looking again at Pairan.

I, too, look forward to your performance. the Richethi told her.

I believe it will be a good thing for me. Rana replied. It will give me a chance to

perform before my solo for the Munammeren Celebrations.

Are you worried about your solo? Pairan asked, a concerned tone filling the

Chaotic Lords voice.

No. the young woman lied.

Rana, darling. the Richethi scolded. You know better then to lie to me.

The Grand Ducal Heiress looked again out the window, seeing the hedges of the

labyrinth coming up on her right. Everything deep within my soul is telling me that the

Munammeren Celebrations will bode ill tidings for us all.

The visions? Pairans voice was laced with more worry, so much so that Rana

could sense her protectors fears. Again, the young woman looked out the window.

It is more then that. she continued. My instincts are telling me the same thing.

But we have the power to change our fate, my love.

Do we, Pairan? Do we indeed?

The carriage pulled up in front of the entry stairwell of the Palace, coming to a gentle

stop with practiced precision. Pairan stood and opened the door of the coach, steppingdown the ladder and onto the cobblestones below. After a few moments, she signaled to

Rana and the young woman rose from her seat and exited the carriage. The Chaotic

Lotuses were formed up along the grand stairwell, four on each side - keeping a practiced

eye on the Grand Ducal Heiress, their commander, the carriage and the surrounding


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environment. Like Pairan, they were garbed in black leather bustiers and kilts. Each had

their hands on their swords, ready to defend Rana from any hint of danger.

Pairan and Rana passed them without a word and as they ascended the stairs the

Richethi they passed fell into a tight formation all around them. In a few moments, theyarrived at the massively ornate silver door of the Palace and into a long passageway

protected by a second ornate silver door at its far end. These massive gates, forged from

the magical metal the dwarves call Rhzakheani, but that the Iperatesi call Emoteqyr, were

a gift from the Dwarven King, Morgrim Ironside VI to King Munammeren a few years

before the Siege of Noch Geongechuth.

A unit of Palace Guardsmen stood at attention at the far gates which were open

wide. As Rana and Pairan approached the Ivych of the unit saluted and took a step

forward.

I have been ordered to inform you, my Lady. he began. That the new Richethi

Warlock arrived at the Palace while you were at your rehearsal.

Thats great news! the young woman beamed.

The Grand Duke asks that you go directly to the War Room where you are to be

formally introduced.

Thank you, Ivych. Rana replied.

Pairan and the young Grand Ducal Heiress passed through the second gateway into

the Grand Entry Hall of the Palace Of The Crimson Kings. It was a massive room that

measured one hundred and twenty feet wide and one hundred and forty feet long. It's ten

foot ceilings gave it a truly monumental feel and its crimson, black and gold coloured decor

gave it a regal feeling that immediately presses upon the visitor the power of the GrandDuke of Ravenstone. The Hall was decorated with tapestries, paintings, statues and various

trophies which celebrate the long history of the Grand Duchy, including the time when it

was an independent kingdom under the rule of the Crimson Kings. They passed through

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towards yet another corridor which encircles almost the entire floor. At the corner, where

this main artery turned to go westward, was one of four stairwells connecting the various

levels of the Palace. Rana and her guard ascended the spiral staircase up to the fourth floor

of the Palace.Once at the top, they turned down the hallway which lead directly into the Grand

Ducal War Room. This large room was the strategic and tactical nerve center of the Grand

Duchy. It acted as a meeting room for the Duke and his Military commanders as well as

the tactical headquarters where the Duke can command all of the Ducal Military Units in

times of War. The room was divided into two areas; the smallest of which was the strategic

planning area. This section of the room was furnished with a large round table used to

discuss military planning and strategy. A large section of the wall next to the round table

was covered with detailed maps of the Grand Duchy, surrounding areas, the Erupuan

Empire and the entire surface of Nytheun. The second area of the War Room comprised

the tactical command center. A large model of the Grand Duchy and surrounding territory

was located here. This model had the ability to magically display the location of all

Ravenstone Military Units as well as any other sort of Military Force located within the

model's boundaries and known to Ravenstone's Military Command. A number of small

posts are located around this tactical model whose purposes are to continually update

information displayed on the model. Also, the War Room Command Post was located here

overlooking the model, giving the Duke, or any Military Commander, the ability to watch

any unfolding military operations & communicate strategies and deployments to units in

the field.

Rana and Pairan found the Grand Duke as well as all of the Military Commandersgathered at the planning table. There was also a short Richethi garbed in the gold coloured

robes of a Warlock sitting at the table as well. The Warlock had short black hair and the

typical Richethi gold coloured skin and colour-shifting eyes. The Richethis face was very

angular and pointed, giving the Warlock an almost menacing appearance.


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Rana, Pairan, I am so glad you have arrived at last. the Grand Duke greeted them.

May I introduce to both of you the new Richethi Warlock for the Grand Duchy,

Moothequ. Moothequ, allow me to present my daughter and heir, Ecrana Geongechuth

and the Immosehon of the Chaotic Lotuses, Pairan.A pleasure to meet you at last, my Lady. Moothequ intoned. Youre father has

told me so much about you. And greetings Pairan. I trust our people have been kept on

the path while a Warlock has been absent.

Indeed, Offa. Pairan replied, bowing her head in respect.

I am glad to hear that, Gocach. the Warlock replied. We must meet later to

discuss matters of import to our order.

As you wish, Offa.

Moothequ turned her attention to Rana, her violet eyes looking deep into the young

womans own green eyes. For the first time, Rana began to feel a little uneasy under the

glare of the Warlock. As I said, my Lady, it has been a pleasure to at last meet you.

As it has been for me, Moothequ. the Grand Ducal Heiress put forth in the most

self-assured tone she could muster. Ycu quth , Moothequ.

Ycu quth , my Lady. the Warlock returned.

Pairan followed Rana out of the War Room via the same path they had entered.

Once reaching the stairwell, they ascended up one more level to the Grand Ducal

Apartments where Rana spent most of the afternoon contemplating her meeting with the

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Chapter 5

The Tournaments Begun

It was two days before Etashycu, the spring Equinox. Axuzith Etoliysths orchestra

had just completed their final rehearsal before the concert which would take place on the

night of the equinox. Axuzith was expecting a large crowd as the citizens of Noch

Geongechuth saw the Etashycu Concert as one of the highlights of the celebrations

surrounding the equinox. As such, the staff at the concert hall were working very hard to

prepare the premises for the influx of people who would soon be gracing the hall for this

annual event.

Rana sat on a chair in the first aisle of the concert hall, just below the stage. Beside

her was Pairan ever present in her duty to protect the young heiress. The young woman

was tired for her sleep of late had been disturbed by nightmares revolving around her

fathers prophesied death. Each dream was different and the circumstances of his parting

from the world changed as well. These nightmares had been haunting the young woman

for a hyung and every ycu she seemed to wake up more tired than she had gone to bed.

Her parents and friends believed she was feeling the pressures of her upcoming

performances, namely the Etashycu Concert and her solo for the Munammeren

Celebrations. However, Pairan knew better. She knew about the haunting vision of doomthat her charge had been suffering. The warrior had a feeling the vision had gotten worse

and she feared for the young girl.

Are you ready to go, Rana? the Richethi asked in a concerned tone.

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Alright then. Pairan stated, standing up and then picking up the girls large harp

case. Together they walked up the main aisle of the hall and out into the foyer. Here again

there were a large number of concert hall staff cleaning and preparing for the concert. As

well, just like all the times before, Pairan followed her security procedure, first checkingthat the street was safe before allowing Rana to exit the concert hall and climb up into the

waiting carriage. However, on this occasion, Pairan re-entered the concert hall foyer with

a man beside her. The expression on the Chaotic Lords face was one of disgust. But

whatever Pairans feeling towards the man, she had agreed to allow him to talk to Rana.

His name was Ekythibier Aluceacha. He was short, shorter then both Rana and

Pairan - a characteristic of his mixed Erupuan and native lineage. But this was not h

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