Vokrat
709 Words
Faelynn's Remembrance was unusually quiet.
Sage sat in a corner, drinking a dark liquid, and speaking softly with a large black Cayn.
A host of the pig-men were drinking water across the room, rather loudly.
Flynn took a seat at the bar, "Red ale" he requested from the woman tending the bar, "and some Veridonian cheese." The woman brought the ale and cheese.
Flynn looked at her, "What's your name?"
The girl smiled, "I'm Kiana.. Why do you ask?" Flynn paused, "You have some of the same features as me.. I was an orphan from a young age. Are you from Galador?"
Kiana laughed, "No.. I am from Archon, sir."
Flynn sat up, "Where is that?"
"East." Callum came and sat by Flynn at the bar.
"That explains a lot..." Flynn said as he took a draught of ale, "and raises even more questions."
"That bow of yours" Callum said in-between bites of the cheese, it's of elvish make...
Dark elves...
And you should have someone look at that sword of yours. I don't recognize it at all."
Flynn sat in disbelief, "Are you suggesting that I am from the east?"
Callum shrugged, and gulped down a bowl of wine. "Sage, can you come here?"
The mage walked to the bar, "What is it Horn-Helm?"
"Are you drunk?"
The elf looked offended for a second, then laughed, "You always were blunt." He took another bite of cheese, "I must say, this is some fine cheese... But anyway..."
Sage rolled her eyes...
"Could you take a look at this sword?" He motioned to Flynn, "there's some odd markings on them that I don't recognize."
Flynn handed her the sword.
"Barkeep! Dragon's milk, please." Callum called out.
"How do they make dragon's milk?" Flynn asked absent mindedly.
"It is the yolk of unhatched eggs" Sage added, "now let's focus on the sword."
Her eyes widened for a second, "Holan" she called out. The large Cayn she had been conversing with came over.
"Yes my lady?" His voice was unnaturally deep, with a low growl mixed in.
"It's been centuries... Does that say what I think it does?" Holan looked closely, inspecting the sword.
"This blade was made in the sand forge.. dragon glass, with an ivory hilt. Desert silk made by the great spiders of old..." his eyes widened. He looked at the words etched on the blade, then at Flynn, "Vokrat..." The Cayn was in shock.
He held the sword up presenting it to Flynn, and howled. "We thought the line was lost..." He bowed, and held the sword up, "Flynn of Vokrat..." Callum sat up, seemingly understanding.
Sage bowed her head.
"What?" Flynn looked back and forth at the three. "Who is Vokrat?"
"Vokrat." It was Kiana, who now spoke, with several other , dark haired green eyed people now gathered around, listening intently, "The ancient Castle City and Capitol of the eastern lands.. named after our king" she smiled, "There is only one that sword was passed to you.." she bowed, "All hail the king!!!" The other servants that had come out knelt , and repeated with joy, "ALL HAIL THE KING!!! KING OF THE EAST!!! DRAGON'S KIN!!! ALL HAIL VOKRAT THE DRAGON!!" They called out in several voices.
"Well, what's this?" Daru had entered the tavern.
Callum smiled, "Well, it seems our question has been answered... Young Flynn here, is Archonian!"
Daru laughed so hard he almost fell off the chair he'd sat on.
"It gets better," Callum added, "That blade he has, is Vokrat.."
Daru ceased his laughing and turned serious, "Vokrat?" His mouth twitched, "Dragon's embrace..."
Holan stood, "The King's sword."
Daru sat up straight, "well fancy that..." He laughed again, "How many royals do we have in our little party?" He jested,
"The Valai can probably sort all this out..
Where is she, by the way?"
"The ladies have been holed up in that hall talking with the Elboar, and the Phrygh" Callum replied. "The other three are with them... Won't allow anyone in."
Daru looked forward, "well hell! I guess waiting is all we can do... Barkeep, fetch me some rockbrew beer, and a side of mutton... And a round for the house, in honor of
the new found king!" The patrons cheered.
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