Chapter 25
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Altrass Brief Identity
Soldiers are lining giving a path leading to a tower, located in the middle of the kingdom; whereas, mourn-like silent is waiting to welcome their enemies. Zahamara is standing leaning on the giant column of the wide gate; his palm is to his head, and his hand is supporting his elbow.
Altrass together with his selected accompanies reach the gate. "We meet at last stubborn fellow," Zahamara has stated.
"What a mean words to speak," Altrass has exclaimed. "I've never thought you could utilize this situation well, without harassing your opponent first. Are the higher ups, become that sucks?"
"Nah, I have no reason to raise my rank, unlike someone who is dwelling at the righteousness that he believes." —worried. "Well, I can't blame you for tormenting the prince, however, the knowledgeable knows you've triggered the awakening of the storm beyond, and you'll suffer this eventually."
Altrass laughs. "Those waves are still going to knock me, not know." He's grinning as his companions laugh.
"Well, the path is open. Go now, I'll prepare your graves."
"Thanks for worrying, my old friend," Altrass has exclaimed.
Leaving Zahamara alone, Altrass ignores the heavy gaze of the soldiers in anger. They've reached the tower and a noble woman approaches and leads them to a guest room. They've received good treatment; having their wet attires change yet their minds conceive about the foods, intoxicated by poison.
Door creaking as a person enters the room. "Oh, previous Marshal Altrass Mechanodil; what a bad weather to see you here?" has exclaimed by a groomed old man, fair in perfection and wearing a full white attire.
Marshal, is the highest rank of Jelfyr Kingdom's army and a right hand of the king. The official is not granted control on the Exceptional Generals and the Shadow Army.
Taunted by the insult, lying on his neck is a shinning edge of a sword wielded by one of the companions of Altrass. Hands up, as sweats come down on his forehead. "Easy, easy, I've bring no harm to this fellow. He's under the protection of our queen, my friend."
Altrass laughs. "I never get tired by your insults Marshal Dogel Hanoon. So, what's brought you here?" His hand has raised indicating his companion to be placid.
"A visit —no. A messenger of death maybe." They both laugh. "The queen is a real deal."
"Forget about it, have a seat."
"Huh? — feels like your own home?" Dogel laughs.
"Well, it's a habit of mine." Their conversation goes on, and laughing, enjoying this few moments before confronting the queen.
Foe or friend we are all humans
United or opposed for roles
either for peace or for the pride
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Altrass Brief Identity
Soldiers are lining giving a path leading to a tower, located in the middle of the kingdom; whereas, mourn-like silent is waiting to welcome their enemies. Zahamara is standing leaning on the giant column of the wide gate; his palm is to his head, and his hand is supporting his elbow.
Altrass together with his selected accompanies reach the gate. "We meet at last stubborn fellow," Zahamara has stated.
"What a mean words to speak," Altrass has exclaimed. "I've never thought you could utilize this situation well, without harassing your opponent first. Are the higher ups, become that sucks?"
"Nah, I have no reason to raise my rank, unlike someone who is dwelling at the righteousness that he believes." —worried. "Well, I can't blame you for tormenting the prince, however, the knowledgeable knows you've triggered the awakening of the storm beyond, and you'll suffer this eventually."
Altrass laughs. "Those waves are still going to knock me, not know." He's grinning as his companions laugh.
"Well, the path is open. Go now, I'll prepare your graves."
"Thanks for worrying, my old friend," Altrass has exclaimed.
Leaving Zahamara alone, Altrass ignores the heavy gaze of the soldiers in anger. They've reached the tower and a noble woman approaches and leads them to a guest room. They've received good treatment; having their wet attires change yet their minds conceive about the foods, intoxicated by poison.
Door creaking as a person enters the room. "Oh, previous Marshal Altrass Mechanodil; what a bad weather to see you here?" has exclaimed by a groomed old man, fair in perfection and wearing a full white attire.
Marshal, is the highest rank of Jelfyr Kingdom's army and a right hand of the king. The official is not granted control on the Exceptional Generals and the Shadow Army.
Taunted by the insult, lying on his neck is a shinning edge of a sword wielded by one of the companions of Altrass. Hands up, as sweats come down on his forehead. "Easy, easy, I've bring no harm to this fellow. He's under the protection of our queen, my friend."
Altrass laughs. "I never get tired by your insults Marshal Dogel Hanoon. So, what's brought you here?" His hand has raised indicating his companion to be placid.
"A visit —no. A messenger of death maybe." They both laugh. "The queen is a real deal."
"Forget about it, have a seat."
"Huh? — feels like your own home?" Dogel laughs.
"Well, it's a habit of mine." Their conversation goes on, and laughing, enjoying this few moments before confronting the queen.
Foe or friend we are all humans
United or opposed for roles
either for peace or for the pride
Altrass Brief IdentitySoldiers are lining giving a path leading to a tower, located in the middle of the kingdom; whereas, mourn-like silent is waiting to welcome their enemies. Zahamara is standing leaning on the giant column of the wide gate; his palm is to his head, and his hand is supporting his elbow.Altrass together with his selected accompanies reach the gate. "We meet at last stubborn fellow," Zahamara has stated."What a mean words to speak," Altrass has exclaimed. "I've never thought you could utilize this situation well, without harassing your opponent first. Are the higher ups, become that sucks?""Nah, I have no reason to raise my rank, unlike someone who is dwelling at the righteousness that he believes." worried. "Well, I can't blame you for tormenting the prince, however, the knowledgeable knows you've triggered the awakening of the storm beyond, and you'll suffer this eventually."Altrass laughs. "Those waves are still going to knock me, not know." He's grinning as his companions laugh."Well, the path is open. Go now, I'll prepare your graves.""Thanks for worrying, my old friend," Altrass has exclaimed.Leaving Zahamara alone, Altrass ignores the heavy gaze of the soldiers in anger. They've reached the tower and a noble woman approaches and leads them to a guest room. They've received good treatment; having their wet attires change yet their minds conceive about the foods, intoxicated by poison.Door creaking as a person enters the room. "Oh, previous Marshal Altrass Mechanodil; what a bad weather to see you here?" has exclaimed by a groomed old man, fair in perfection and wearing a full white attire.Marshal, is the highest rank of Jelfyr Kingdom's army and a right hand of the king. The official is not granted control on the Exceptional Generals and the Shadow Army.Taunted by the insult, lying on his neck is a shinning edge of a sword wielded by one of the companions of Altrass. Hands up, as sweats come down on his forehead. "Easy, easy, I've bring no harm to this fellow. He's under the protection of our queen, my friend."Altrass laughs. "I never get tired by your insults Marshal Dogel Hanoon. So, what's brought you here?" His hand has raised indicating his companion to be placid."A visit no. A messenger of death maybe." They both laugh. "The queen is a real deal.""Forget about it, have a seat.""Huh? feels like your own home?" Dogel laughs."Well, it's a habit of mine." Their conversation goes on, and laughing, enjoying this few moments before confronting the queen.Foe or friend we are all humansUnited or opposed for roleseither for peace or for the pride
