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WARMASTER DRAKKAR
5
Master Winthrope regarded his student.

Brandesh was busy trying to work a spell of an air-wolf he had been taught recently by Winthrope.

“Don’t slouch with your back when you cast that air-whelp. Straighten up your backbone and incant as I have taught you.”

Master Winthrope took out his pipe, and began puffing it while he watched Brandesh work his novice magic. “Poor posture will manifest poor calling.”

Brandesh was quickly getting frustrated with the exercise, he wasn’t much of a caster truth be told, and the game of magic seemed to be of little interest to him right now.

“Not bad Brandesh,” Master Winthrope said, “and don’t forget that pink crystal.” He sent Brandesh off with a pat on the bottom to Captain Lancass’ ship.


The seas were rocky that day, and the ship rocked up and down in the harbor while Brandesh boarded the vessel with John Brady, who he had met at a rendezvous after his lesson with Master Winthrope. The two happily stepped into Lancass’ cabin, eager for a smoke. There the two men were merrily greeted by first mate Brooks. He appeared to be tidying up Captain Lancass’ quarters and restocking personal items for the captain. It was admirable yet tedious; the visit was a welcome reprieve.

“Aye, aye Brooks!” Said Brandesh.

“Ah, fair young lad, how art thee?” Said Captain Lancass.

Brandesh replied, “As well as the seven stars let me be,” referring to a constellation in the skies of Triarch.

Captain Lancass and the men prepared to set sail. Once at sea, Maiden Bethany prepared a lovely feast of crab legs for the entire crew. Her job was part mess hall captain and part company for Captain Lancass. She was a lovely lady, with beautiful brown eyes and flowing locks of the same color. Many men had tried and failed to garner her attention. Primarily because Captain Lancass was quite the swordsman and would not hesitate to use his masterful weaponry against any man who should dare court his woman.

The meal was lovely and the men headed off to Captain Lancass’ cabin to discuss their negotiation with King Shalile.

“He’s a peasant! A mere peasant!” Brady said.

“He rules a land just as any king does. He has just brought the underworld up.” Brandesh said.

“Calm down gentlemen. Okay, so maybe he is an underworlder, however he has a beautiful wife, Kat.” Captain Lancass said.

“I have known King Shalile for many a harvest, we even once practiced fencing as young men many moons ago. In fact, he and his wife have sailed on this vessel. Perhaps I can be of some assistance in helping your negotiation.”

“Interesting, truth be told we only want to preserve our beloved Navory farmlands.” Brady said.

“Navory is a city of opportunity, perhaps we can be granted some.” Captain Lancass said.

The men continued discussing the potential ease in negotiation. One thing was for sure, the crown must rule in Navory and Shalile would have to send his business underground.


The men eventually arrived in Navory. The same thing was on everyone’s mind. Where is King Shalile? Here the three men paused as they took in the beautiful view of the fields outlying Castle Navory. It was quite breathtaking. A long road of Gillemere trees led up to the castle, which was pristine and elegant in its architecture.

After having a glass of wine from a tavern, to loosen up, for they would be encountering street-urchins looking for an audience with King Shalile. They had been guesting and asking questions at an inn and figured out that they would have to hit the streets if they wanted an audience with Shalile.

So the boys set out to the marketplace, to pick up some Navory tobacco, and to ask around. After about an hour of buying and searching, a young boy was found who said he could take them to Shalile for a bit of gold.

And so the men followed the boy and were rewarded with the view of a lavish inn, stretching up three stories in the sky. There ‘king’ Shalile sat, holding his jaw.
“Captain Lancass, I didn’t think I’d be seeing your sort any time soon.” Shalile said. Though he was a rogue, Shalile had a handsome face, and flowing locks, just like his wife Kat.

“I am honored to be in your presence. But this tomfoolery of you being declared a king must stop.” Lancass said.

“Lancass, you chide at me.” Shalile said.

The group sat in silence, warmed by a large fireplace, gauging what to say next. The mood in the room seemed to be stuck.

Brandesh chimed in, “Care for some Navory tobacco?”

“Boy, I have been enjoying the plant for years. This is my home after all.”

Brandesh handed a long pipe to Shalile, who in turn handed it to Kat.

“If I may have a word, my husband wishes no harm against you, perhaps we should rest and talk in the morning.” Kat said.

“You are welcome to stay at my Inn.” Said King Shalile. “With wine and food, but know this, I will not kneel so easily to the crown.”

Brandesh was unsurprised at this turn of events. For all the while his green amulet continued to glow.


Captain Lancass sat swapping stories with Shalile.

“…And I was drunker than a sea-rat mind you, captaining over the rockiest waters…”

“I’ve been snatching purses since I was five, you don’t have to tell me about mischief.”

The conversation faded away, the two old friends were drunk on Navory wine.

Meanwhile Kat entertained John Brady and Brandesh. She was an exuberant lady and added a wonderful spice as she spoke to the two. “I trust you find your rooms comfortable.” She said. All the while the amulet glowed. Brandesh couldn’t help but feeling some romantic feelings for the Queen of thieves, but quickly pushed them aside.
Kat leaned back on Brandesh’s bed and letting out a sigh said, “I’ve lived in Navory all my life, and have enjoyed my share of its night-life, but Shalile was never meant to be a King. He runs the duchy passably well, but I wish for him to go underground.”
“He must go underground.” Brandesh said, “He simply must go underground.”
A white nimbus seemed to form around Kat as the three spoke, Brandesh knew it was the magic of the amulet.

“Let me tell you two stories while you smoke your pipes, the night is young, and we are in Navory.”

And so the three had a merry time without the hassle of the negotiations. Though Kat didn’t practice magic, she was a feisty gal. As the evening tired Kat ordered up some baths for the two men, who feverishly washed off a week’s worth of sea-sweat.


In the morning a new dawn highlighted the sky with red, as birds and animals woke with the morning sun. Captain Lancass was busy getting over a slight morning hangover, with a long jog around the city, as he was accustomed to exercise. He would routinely do exercises at sea as well. He’d start his sea morning stretching his neck and legs for a good thirty minutes, then would follow up with strenuous pull-ups on his special bar in his cabin.

After everyone had breakfast, the court of King Shalile ruled once again, with officers and notaries.

“I say you take your doings underground.” Brandesh said. “My father wishes for Navory to be controlled by the crown.”

“Many words you have, for one so young, lad.” King Shalile said. “I will consider it, if you will only let me have that amulet around your neck.”

Brandesh was hesitant, but decided he trusted Shalile enough to let him see the magic amulet.

“Ah, so we have a magician here!” Shalile said. “With this amulet, I’m absolutely dazzled by your party, I don’t believe I’ve felt this hospitable in all my life!”

“Forgive a transgression.” Brandesh said, “The amulet was given to me by Queen Tri-na.”

“Well magic or no magic I am at will to go underground. The truth is, I am weary of trying to run this city; old King Thurgood can now stop being ignored by the town, and I will go underground. I want to keep my inn though.” Shalile said.

John Brady said, “We will grant you your precious inn.”

Kat clapped her hands twice and said, “Well off to the merriment!”

The last order King Shalile gave was that he be stripped of his title. He even returned the holy gold armor the good King Thurgood. A celebration would be held for the next few days. All was well again in Navory.

The crew of Lancass, Kat, Brady, Brandesh and Shalile, now no longer King, were no strangers to the merriment, and much Navory tobacco and wine were indulged upon. It was as if life was a breezy daydream, and good King Thurgood even wished his good graces on the old rule.

But during one of the days of celebration, Brandesh had a peculiar dream. He saw a white-gold dragon, its leering face appearing as a silhouette before his vision. It was a dream that tore at his heart. What lay in store for him?



6

A vision appeared before Brandesh.

He saw a burning white light, covering his sight with an unimaginable array of stars and a soft voice spoke to him.

“Come to me, in the city of Oni-rae across the eastern ocean.”

The light began to fade and Brandesh woke up sweating.


As soon as he could get ready, Brandesh, got prepared for the day quickly. He even summoned a courtier to cancel his lessons with Master Winthrope. He desperately wanted to meet with Brady to discuss and interpret his dream. He loaded a decent packet of Navory tobacco into his breast pocket and briskly strolled to Brady’s quarters.
Brady greeted Brandesh and advised him to have a seat and share a cup of coffee along with breakfast.
“I have had a dream, one that has sparked my imagination with intrigue.” Brandesh said.
“Dreams are strange and beguiling things.” Brady said
Brandesh took out his pouch of Navory tobacco and smoked, he knew he shouldn’t be smoking right now but he needed to think, and his thinking was again clear, albeit by aid of the unfortunate habit he and Brady shared.
John Brady took a puff and said, “Know this, young Brandesh, we will have to sail with Captain Lancass over Ice Ocean, towards the city of Oni-rae.”
“Lancass has been my friend since my admiral training years before. I trust he will be able to conquer those waters with ease, for he has already taken me to East earlier as well.” Brandesh said.
John Brady continued to discuss the dream and what it could possibly mean. Brandesh was starting to lose the vision he had seen. Time passed and they sat in silence until Brady said, “What will you do if you see a dragon in the city of Oni-rae?”
“I will greet it with all the courage I have. I worry about what will happen if my magic trinkets fail me. Will the South wish war against us? If only I could talk to Queen Tri-na right now.”
“But you can lad.” A voice said, quite odd considering the room was empty except for Brady and Brandesh.
“Did you hear that?” Brandesh said.
“Of course, it was as clear as a hummingbird.” John Brady said.
The amulet spoke. “I say you go visit this oracle, you only have your youth to lose.” It was the queen.
“Yes, queen Tri-na, I will do my best!” Brandesh said.
“It is night, and since we just saved the Kingdom twice, your father will be sympathetic if you slip out.” John Brady said. “Off to bed, with a bath and a meal.”
The two had mutton, fish, chicken and cheese at the lower mess-hall at castle Norah. It was juicy and succulent. Brandesh took his amulet and hopped into a hot bath. He had a scrub brush so that every inch was covered.
Upon awakening early in the morning, for they didn’t wish to ask the King’s permission to leave, the two stole out to Captain Lancass’ ship. Lancass was going through papers in his cabin when the two showed up at his door.
“Brandesh, young lad, what brings you to my fine vessel.”
“We wish you to take us across Ice Ocean to the East. We have means of payment.” Brandesh said, pointing to a pouch of gold John Brady was carrying.
“Well I’ll have to cancel my shipment to Ikeledel, but for company such as yours, and the gold in this pouch, I will take you. Brooks rally the men, we set out… Now!” Lancass said.
“Aye aye,” Brooks said.
Later that night the mighty Lancass princess was ready to set sail, fully equipped and stocked for the thirty day voyage across Ice Ocean. As soon as moonlight broke, the vessel began its voyage. Captain Lancass, being a master of sea, had sailed this passage numerous times. It was quite a different course because of the brilliant scenes of water life and nature that appeared along the way. In a way it was a treat for the Captain.
During the voyage Brandesh wasted no time, practicing magic every chance he got. He would alternate casting water pups and other mystical creatures. In addition to casting, he began to play with his infamous pink crystal and work on different magic potions. He was in wonderment as he was beginning to familiarize himself with the crystal’s powers. He got so comfortable that he even performed magic for Brady. To show off his new found mastery, he summoned a water eel that splashed along in the waves. Brady clapped and celebrated with Brandesh by smoking tobacco.
While Brandesh was sharpening his wizardry, Brady was perfecting his fencing. He consulted with Brooks, whom he discovered was a decent fencer himself. The two would often engage in fierce fencing spars. Soon it became clear to Brooks that Brady was no easy match. However the sport provided great leisure for both seamen. Brady was exceptionally delighted to have found a level opponent while at sea.
Eventually, Brady invited Brandesh to be a spectacle at his sparring practice with Brooks. Brandesh was impressed with the brawn shown by both men. Even Captain Lancass became a part of the audience and took delight in seeing such a fine battle. He secretly took pride in watching Brooks perform because he had trained him personally in the art of fencing. He was now able and combat ready.
A few days and nights had passed when Brandesh decided it was time to revisit the vision he had in his dream for all the time at sea he hadn’t seen anything. He summoned the amulet to recreate the vision for him. Sure enough, as clear as his dream, was the vision of a lovely female oracle. “I thought this might be a more appropriate form to visit you in.” The oracle said. “For I am dragon-blooded.”
Brandesh was taken aback by the spectacle, he didn’t know what to make of it.
“Hello?” He said.
“Blessings be upon you boy. Seek me out in the city of Oni-rae.” Her voice became a soft whisper as she faded away. Brandesh opened his eyes. Naturally he quickly related his tale to Brady. Brady seemed awestruck and began to wonder what danger may lie ahead for the two men in the prosperous city. It was no secret that Oni-rae was the city of the Oracle. Many men, according to legend, had visited the Oracle to receive either a mission or even more interesting, their fate. Brady had hoped for Brandesh’s sake the mission would be executable.
“You have summoned an illusion from the amulet.” Brady said.
“Trust me it was as real as our conversation.” Brandesh said.
“How do you know for sure that it was not just a figment of your imagination? Perhaps the oracle was actually Queen Tri-na?” Brady said.
“No, she wasn’t Queen Tri-na, I think, she was something different.” Brandesh said. Brandesh was unnerved that he was aroused by the thought of the Oracle.
“I am as fine as a dandelion.” A voice said.
“Did you hear that?” Said Brandesh.
“No. Is something amiss?” Brady said.
“Nevermind.” Brandesh said.
“Lad, do not be shy, it is clear as day to me that the Oracle is communicating with you via the amulet around your neck. You have the power to control the communication. Be careful summoning power from the amulet as it differs vastly from the pink crystal you received from the Elf Queen. You are not hearing voices, when you open the portal to communicate with the Oracle, anyone who has had possession of the amulet may engage you in dialogue.” Brady said.
The day passed and maiden Bethany made a heaping pot of stew for the last days’ voyage.
“Beware boy, for we enter a city I have never been to, and for me that is few.” Lancass said.
“I’ve heard a hundred Towinian hosts stand at the Oracle’s beckoning, be it to push back invaders and to let in those she deemed worthy.” Brooks said.
“I’ve heard she shoots water-eels from her fingers!” Lancass said, jokingly. “We shall see what we see.”
The men docked in a beautiful dock, clear off all traffic. Outside, true to word a hundred servants came and took them in. The servants were clothed in white, and somehow a palace stood, but there were enough stories of the city of Oni-rae, that the Oracle eschewed the palace in favor of a cave, better for after she had finished hunting. Her eagle-like wings tensed and relaxed surely, as she stood in her cave.
Servants disrobed the men and took them to a wonderful hot springs, with sticks to wash off any dirty sweat. The water rejuvenated them, for it was an Oni-rae hot spring and could relax any tension.
“You will speak to the oracle in the morning.” A servant named Jillt said. “You will eat the ceremonial meal of cheese, bread and milk. Then put on the ceremonial robes. If you wish to see our greet queen, you must be properly prepared.”
“Anything you wish, Jillt.” Brandesh said. All the while, the amulet glowed.
“Boy, I wait for you in my den, there I will show you my true form.” The amulet echoed.
“The Oracle shows you favor.” Jillt said. “You should be grateful.”
“I am as grateful as the seven stars let me be.” Brandesh said.
“We in the east know of the constellation as well.” Jillt said.
“Your customs are so strange Jillt.”
“I will leave you to your baths in the hot springs, it is said the water can cleanse any dirt from the body.”
The men sat, deeply relaxed in the hot springs of Oni-rae when Captain Lancass said, “I don’t believe I’ve been this relaxed in my life. It’s as though my body is completely rejuvenated by these springs. And Jillt is quite the host.”
“Indeed, indeed,” Brandesh said, lighting up a pipe filled with Navory tobacco.
A pink-white light glowed around them as they bathed in the spring.










7
Early in the morning Jillt summoned Brady, Brandesh and Captain Lancass. He explained to them that it was time to journey to see the Oracle of Oni-rae. The four men were getting prepared for their excursion by adorning the ceremonial garb and special orchid-flower sheaths. The dress was designed to put the Oracle at ease. Orchids were her favorite flower and deemed a sign of respect by the guardians of the Oracle. Jillt begin to address the formalities of interacting with the Oracle.
“First you must only see the Oracle one person at a time. You will be allowed to ask one question, however you may answer as many questions you are asked. It is important to remember this rule. The last man who failed to follow the rules was whisked away by my staff. We watch the Oracle with the utmost dignity.” Said Jillt.
“Well, the only one who truly desires to speak with the Oracle is our dear young lad, Brandesh. He has dreamed of the beloved Oracle the past few nights. Truthfully, the reason for our voyage.” Said Knight Brady.
“You speak of things that are well known. We have been awaiting your visit. Brandesh has something that the Oracle desires. In fact it is tied around his neck.” Said Jillt. He went on to say, “Our Oracle wants nothing but peace in the land, perhaps your amulet may please her.”
“We shall see, this is gift from Queen Tri-na from the South.” Snapped Brandesh.
“Be at ease. Jillt does not wish to suggest you permanently part with the amulet, but you must not be fearful of seeing the Oracle in her true form.” Said Brady.
“Perhaps, it is time for a good smoke. It will ease all of our tensions and relax us before we begin the trek to see the Oracle in her woods and cave.” Captain Lancass said.
The men unlimbered their long pipes and begin to smoke the fine Navory tobacco they had brought.
“I do say another dip in those hot springs would be delightful!” Brandesh said.
“We must hurry to the Oracle, for she has fed on deer and is in a pleasant mood.” Jillt said.
The men set off North towards the place where the Oracle lay. The nature around was unfamiliar as they were in the East. It was familiar enough though, and they realized they were in a beautiful forest. Suddenly, a clearing appeared which led directly to a well lit Cave. The light from a dozen torches burned brightly amidst the daylight. The men approached the cave in bewilderment, with the exception of Jillt, who had taken this trail many times.
“Young Brandesh, you shall go first.” Jillt said.
Brandesh walked into the cave and found a large dragon, white and gold, just as he had seen in his dreams and visions from nights past.
“Your amulet, bring it to me boy.” The Oracle said.
Brandesh took off the amulet and delicately placed it around the Oracle’s neck in a mock attempt to latch it. Suddenly, the Oracle transformed into a young female.
“You may call me Nina, for I believe it is the name you will be most comfortable with.” Nina said.
“Nina, what is it that you wish for me to fulfill? Why have you summoned me here in my dreams?” Brandesh said.
“Seek out the three holy crystals, one of which you have in your possession.” Nina said.
“I can never part with my amulet, but the crystal reeks of dark power.”
“The power is not dark, child,” Nina said. “In time you will learn to master it, just as you have mastered many things before.”
Brandesh unveiled the crystal and Nina picked it up. Suddenly a window to the sky seemed to open, which was quite strange considering they were in a cave, while a thousand floating spirits flew around in circles.
“Your amulet fits me nicely, but I will let you once again carry it; I do say, I am very pleased with your company, just as the others that were affected by the amulet have been.”
She handed the amulet back to him with a light touch.
“You have strange and special gifts Brandesh, hopefully you will find your way.” Nina said.
“Now let us forget formalities and bring John Brady and Captain Lancass inside the cave.” Nina said.
Brandesh called the men and soon they were making introductions with Nina, seeing Nina not in her dragon-form relieved both men tremendously. Captain raised his pipe and made a questioning face, and the oracle laughed and soon they were all enjoying some Navory tobacco, though Nina abstained.
“I am fresh from the hunt, and am well rested, I will reveal your two’s future.”
First Captain Lancass was called to her, quietly puffing his pipe. She extended her arms around his neck and pulled them back after embracing him. Captain Lancass was mystified by the whole experience.
“You will be a trusted friend of Brandesh, but there will come a time when your friendship will be tested. You were raised with honesty, though you know the dodgy path well; you will be a good friend to Brandesh.” Nina said.
“Nina, I am captivated by you,” Lancass said. “And wish to ask you what the next voyage will be like.”
“I see clear skies and good fortune for you and your crew,” Nina said. “You will be sorely tested on later voyages, never forget that a brave man can captain, but a skilled one will last longer.”
“Thank you, Nina.” Captain Lancass said, backing away with his hands in a submissive gesture, for he knew that ‘Nina’ was a creature of near-infinite power.
“You missed a light show earlier, courtesy of your friend’s crystal.” Nina said. “Are you surprised that I can read your thoughts?”
“A thousand pardons m’lady.” Captain Lancass said.
At last John Brady stepped up and Nina put her hands on his.
“Your future is unclear to even me, but I can see you have good in your heart. You must be strong and support your friend Brandesh, and help him get three holy crystals.”
“Oh yes,” Brandesh said. “We must find three holy crystals if I am to continue my training.”
“You will be important to Brandesh” Nina said.
“May I ask one question?” Said Brady. Nina nodded. “Will I ever have a chance to demonstrate my swordsmanship?”
“Indeed ye shall, however it will be in a non-traditional manner. You must remember the bond of friendship is mightier than the greatest swords. I have a question for you. When you return to the luxuriant hot springs will you be open to learning wisdom from Jillt? He has a special message for you.” Nina said.
John Brady was taken aback by Nina’s telepathic ability.
“Yes I will.” Brady said.
The four continued to engage in conversation for what seemed like hours, in actuality it was only a few minutes, and Jillt came to call them back to the hot springs of Oni-rae. Later the men relaxed smoking Navory tobacco while sitting in the wonderful hot springs.
Captain Lancass said, “It appears we must travel back to Castle Norah. Though these hot springs are relaxing, I still have Bethany waiting on the ship, keeping watch over it.”
“Jillt, please tell me what ‘special message’ you have for me?” Brady said.
“Indeed. You are already a fine swordsman, it is time you reveal your secret of being a master wizard, though of peace and not magic. You will find great use for your mastery as you assist Brandesh in recovering the two other holy crystals. Your stout peaceful aura will flourish like the waves in the sea.” Jillt said.
Jillt brought the men some towels and the men happily wiped down. Next they were lead to beautiful palatial bedrooms with mats lined with gold and white for the men to sleep upon. The men soon fell into a weary sleep. It wasn’t until much later that they awoke.
Upon awakening, the men discovered their clothes along with a note from Jillt. The note simply read “Happy Sails.” Eager to get back to their beloved hot springs, the men gingerly walked to the site of the beautiful waters.
“I do say, we have traveled for many days, and I am quite enlightened by the Oracle’s visions,” Brandesh said. “These hot-springs are relaxing me intensely while I see a pink-white light around my entire vision.”
“It’s the power of the springs,” Brady said, smoking a pipe. “All who touch it become clear-headed and tension is washed away.”
“Where are we bound next Gerry, using Lancass’ often-unused first name.”
“Damn you for using that name, I despise it.” Lancass said.
“I like it.” John Brady said.
“We shall travel along the Eastern seas, and then return to Castle Norah.” Captain Lancass said. “There we shall help you look for your crystals, boy, wherever they may be.”
Captain Lancass looked wistful, as if missing his lover Bethany. Brandesh was completely relaxed in the spring, and knew that his time there was limited, enjoying a bit of tobacco before they would have to leave. Brady was doing likewise and the three let out one last sigh and relaxed while a pink-white light glowed around them.









8
Captain Lancass and the men were blissful as they boarded the luxurious vessel. Brandesh pondered over his new quests that lie ahead. He decided to use his time on the voyage practicing his magic. Brady also decided he would practice his swordsmanship while aboard.
As soon as the men were at sea, Captain Lancass invited the men of the ship into his quarters. After a round of delightful of camaraderie, their discussion changed to the topic of who was the best fencer aboard the Lancass Princess.
“I think I might have an idea.” Said John Brady,
“For you have only fought on land, while I have done so both at sea and on land, perhaps you speak too suddenly,” Heckled Lancass.
“Perhaps a challenge is in order.” Brandesh said. “I will set about setting up the tournament, everyone aboard may participate, even the lovely Bethany.”
“Aye, lad, Bethany prefers her kitchen duties, as well as other matters,” said Captain Lancass. “However she is a fine fencer, amongst many things. We shall leave this play to the men. Agreed?”
The men agreed and ended their coup in the Captain’s quarters. As the men went to their respective areas, Captain Lancass and Brandesh talked outside of Lancass’ quarters, staring out at the sea.
“So who do you think shall win, if we are to battle,” said Lancass.
“I know your skill of the sword far out does me, but I believe if we are to fence, I will be the victor; as I have studied with Master Winthrope for many moons,” said Brandesh. “And his kicks are truly mighty.”
“Pfffftttt,” guffawed Captain Lancass. “We shall see what we see.”

Brandesh set to the plans for the tournament. All twenty of the crewmen would be participating. The men prepared for a fight, setting out the swords, anticipation in the night. The early rounds all went quickly, Brandesh fought his way up the ranks, and so did Captain Lancass, soon Lancass, John Brady, Brandesh and First mate Brooks would be the final four swordsmen.
The first duel was between Brady and Brooks. The two men donned the two practice uniforms of chain-mesh guarded the head and body from the rapiers point. Brooks made a defensive opening, but eventually Brady was able to overwhelm him, as his defense left him open. Brady’s blade was swift and sure and scored him the winning touch.
The next battle was between Lancass and Brandesh. The two clicked spears to mark the beginning of the battle, and soon the fight was on. Lancass ducked under an overhand technique Brandesh had prepared to catch Lancass off-guard with, but Lancass avoided the hit.
Soon minutes had passed with no clear superior. They were both panting with exertion, fighting under the ship’s mast. Lady Bethany watched in the distance, impressed with the show. All of the rowdy crewmen were silent though as the two continued to fight.
Eventually one of Brandesh’s persistent attacks got through and Brandesh scored the winning touch. Lancass threw his sword in defeat. Brandesh politely helped Lancass up and said, “Twas a lucky point, and no more, for I know your skill with the blade far out-does my fencing.”
“Tis’ of scant enjoyment, but good job to you boy!” Captain Lancass said, his face mixed between amusement and disbelief he had actually lost, for he had figured he would take the win.”
“I still love you,” Brandesh said. “For we have both won and lost, only time can explain the cost.
The next battle Brandesh and John Brady fought with discipline and honor, neither making gains, their rapiers were a blur of frenzied steel, suddenly Brady scored a touch on Brandesh’s stomach.
A cheer erupted from the crew, and Brandesh shook hands with John Brady, impressed with his bladework.
“I said earlier, the only rule of this tournament was no magic,” Lancass said.
The crew laughed and returned to their sea-duties after some wine and Navory tobacco, as the victor John Brady was given many handshakes and slaps on the back for a job well done.
But the festive mood was soon to leave the ship, as stormy weather approached as they traveled across the Eastern Sea. Captain Lancass decided for the safety of the crew, they would have to anchor outside of Ice Island. The Captain summoned Brandesh to his quarters to relay the news. For he knew Brandesh had not been there since he was given the infamous pink crystal from the Elf Queen who lived on the island.
They arrived at the amazing island.
“How long shall we be?” Brandesh asked Lancass.
“Long enough for a hunt,” said Lancass. “We will set out in the rain.”
And so the crew set out to find shelter in a nearby cave. Lancass said, “Now would be a good time to hunt, let’s prepare!”
So with fervor, Brandesh and Lancass dressed in hunting garb and set out for a swift and cunning hunt, while the crew set up camp in the cave. The two men trailed the forest lands as if they had made the journey a thousand times.
“Look ahead, a deer…” Lancass blurted. Before he could finish his sentence, Brandesh’s arrow had pierced through the animal, surely.
“Well done boy!” Lancass said.
The men gathered their first capture and continued to hunt in the rain. After having hunted and captured two deer and six quail, they decided to return to camp, for the crew would be hungry. Brandesh, noticed however, during their travels they had not encountered the elves at all.
Lancass reminded Brandesh, the elves were not keen on rainy conditions and preferred to find shelter. This news did little to comfort Brandesh’s fear that he would not see the elves again. For trolls lived in Ice Island as well as elves. The trolls were not afraid to engage in combat at a moment’s notice.
The crewmen and Bethany were delighted to see the two men return with plentiful game. Bethany and the kitchen crew worked diligently to clean and prepare the game for the night’s feast. The other crewmen and Brady went over swordsmanship maneuvers in preparation for a run in with the trolls. Brandesh thought to himself, he would simply cast a spell and turn the trolls into water pups, if they should suddenly appear. The pink crystal seemed not to glow as much. As if he was blocked to the Queen.
“Brandesh!” called out Brady. “Before supper let’s indulge in a smoke, I have matters to discuss with you.”
The men sat outside the cave looking at the beautiful, if rainy, scenery, smoking Navory tobacco.
“Young Brandesh, has it ever occurred to you that your magic may not work as well as long as the pink crystal doesn’t glow?” Brady asked.
“Aye. I have feared it.” Brandesh replied.
“I wish you to attend further battle preparations with the crewmen and I, just in case. For I fear the trolls may come on sneakily.” Brady said. “What’s more, apparently you, myself, Lancass and Brooks are the fittest swordsmen amongst us. I need you to be in peak readiness. Perhaps you should try some magic to see what transpires.”
As suspected, Brandesh’s magic wouldn’t work.
“Well, I’ll have to use my blade if it comes to it.” Brandesh said.
The two men returned to camp, where a lavish feast had been prepared with the captured game. As the men filled their bellies, they knew they would need their strength for an upcoming battle. It was as if the men could sniff combat in the air. An hour or so after supper, the rain suddenly stopped, and the dusk sunlight appeared for the first time in hours. The men set out to gather firewood and supplies for the nighttime respite in the cave. Upon their return, to the camp they began to set up fires.
The night passed uneventfully, but in the morning a troll howl was heard, many of the men didn’t even rouse from their beds, but after the afternoon’s activities had also gone on uneventfully, a group of trolls approached the cave, the men formed up, as they had prepared to do, and soon a battle was on.
The trolls were in much smaller numbers and were soon forced to retreat. It was discovered at the end of the battle, among the troll dead was a sailor of the Lancass princess, private Grimms. A funeral pyre was erected for him.
Grimms was born in Navory, and was never far from combat, always wearing a yellow rose in his ear, Brandesh personally lit the funeral pyre with magic flames that burned as hot as the sun.
“Let’s get off this damned island, the rain has stopped.” Lancass said.
“Wait, the color has returned to this crystal. I can sense where the elf-fortress is.”
“I’ve lost a good man, I don’t say we pay her the time.” Lancass said.
“The oracle said there would be a time our friendship was tested, I believe now, I need your friendship more than ever.” Brandesh said.
“Very, well, boy.” Lancass said.
“I thought you weren’t going to call me that.” Brandesh said.
“Perhaps we said it, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop calling you boy.”
And so the remaining crew walked in the beautiful sunshine, many lovely pink orchards passed by, as the glowing crystal pulled them to a castle, that mysteriously appeared on the horizon.
“It seems our path has become blessed.” Brandesh said, “I hope I will be cleared of all sin in her presence.”
The men trod up a beautiful path to the legendary elf fortress. They were greeted by the elves and sent off to beds and baths. Brandesh washed and thought. “I hope the elves aren’t ashamed, for it is clear they know of the death of private Grimms.”
“We saw the pyre burning,” said an elf, as if reading Brandesh’s mind. The elf was soon known as River by the crew, as he seemed to move with the speed of a river. The elves preferred not to talk, acknowledging Grimms.
The bath was of clean elven water and refreshing, but Brandesh was put down by the somber mood. John Brady knew that if his life was to come to an end, he would prefer to be sharing his time with his family.
In the morning Brandesh walked out into the street to find a young elf boy selling candies. Brandesh bought one and ran inside.
The men rested, assured their boat was cared for by the elves. An elven escort invited them to lunch with the queen in her garden. As they walked to the palatial chambers they were awestruck with the beauty and efficiency of the city and palace.
On the long table, crystal plates were set with grapes and quail, among a package of rations for each man in the crew.
“I bring you here so that you may soon return home, but I wanted you to have something, approach Brandesh.”
“My queen, I am again honored by your presence.” Brandesh said.
“Look into this vortex,” she said creating a palm-sized apparition before her and Brandesh.
“I see fighting… fighting in my homeland.”
“Fear not, for your home is safe… for now, but be wary of this possible future. And here, I wanted you to have this, unsheathing a green crystal. I know of the oracles vision for you, and wish you to have this.
The crystal emitted a soft glow, and looked to be of powerful magic.
“This crystal is now yours, now, be off to your travels,” she said, rising. “As for your lost friend, our apologies, our magic does not work sometimes while it rains, we scouted your party too late.”
And so the crew walked back to where the ship was anchored, amid a swaddle of orchards. The mood was both impressed with the fine elven rations and disheartened by the loss of Grimms. Brandesh didn’t know him well, but he was a fine able sea man.
Brandesh and John Brady boarded the ship and soon were engaged in conversation and smoking.
“It’s been a lot of crazy adventures we’ve been through, wouldn’t you say John.” Brandesh said, using Brady’s first name.
“We are as fine as the seven stars let us be boy. You will learn of this facet of life as time goes on.” Brady said.
Brandesh took a puff and spoke, “I feel as though I’m a little dire-whelp, without a shred of dignity to my name when my magic doesn’t work.”
“It appears your power has appeared again, at least partially, let us be thankful.” John Brady said.
And so the men set off into the clear skies with one goal in mind, going home.
9
Captain Lancass was glad to return to the lovely Castle Norah. He knew the crewmen would welcome a few days respite at court. The King had set up a special palatial area for Captain Lancass and his crew. The Captain’s quarters were nautical in design, and offered a stately view of the Lancass princess, docked at the marina. Just as the crewmen were all getting settled, there entered King Wellturn and Brandesh.
“How was the weather on the voyage back?” the King asked.
“Stormy. We lost a good crew man, Grimms.” Lancass said.
“Indeed, my condolences for your loss. Brandesh filled me in most of his adventures, but left out that part.” The King said, staring back at Brandesh.
“Father, I didn’t want to trouble you with bad news, as life has been peaceful amid the Western realm and your outlook was cheery.” Brandesh said.
“Captain Lancass, thank you for all you have done for Brandesh,” King Wellturn said. “You have not only educated my son in nautical affairs, but have helped him turn into a man as well.”
Seeing all was prepared for the crew, King Wellturn retired to his bedchambers, after bidding Brandesh and Captain Lancass good-night.
“Father said I was brave for adventuring out on my own,” Brandesh said. “I believe I will be out to find John Brady.”
“Fear not for I am here lad.” John Brady said, just entering, as if by magic.
“Shall we enjoy some wine and Navory tobacco?” Lancass asked.
Lancass had a special vintage of wine from an area called Idleray located between Ikledel and Navory. He uncorked the bottles leisurely and soon the whole crew was sampling the wine with the men.
“Any ideas on where to look for the purple crystal?” Lancass said.
“You know my story well, friend, I need one more crystal, the oracle has decided it be so.” Brandesh said.
“Let us hope the seven stars allow us to claim it for you Brandesh,” John Brady said, puffing on his pipe.
While the men chatted, the crystals, stashed away in Brandesh’s purse, suddenly began to glow.
“Tis’ a sign,” Brady said.
“I believe someone wishes our audience, I must go speak to Master Winthrope about this.” Brandesh said, scurrying out.
Brandesh walked into Master Winthrope’s quarters, while his teacher was involved in a lesson with Princess Sarah and Patriciae.
“Always remember that calls can mysteriously fail, should your confidence stagger…” Master Winthrope said, suddenly looking at Brandesh with tired eyes.
“Greeting’s Brandesh, how are you?” Said Sarah.
“As well as the seven stars let me be,” Brandesh said, shrugging.
“What are those crystals you have there, they seem to be glowing.” Master Winthrope said. Soon Patricae and Sarah were inspecting the green and pink crystals.
“This pink crystal seems made of strong magic,” Sarah said. “The green one I cannot sense any power in.”
“They were both given to me by the elf-queen in Towinia.” Brandesh said.
“The green one has much power in it, too,” Master Winthrope said, “Here, let me show you a spell you can use for the two in conjunction.”
Suddenly the room seemed to glow and 7 dire-wolves appeared, pinkish in hue, with snarling teeth that sometimes showed when the wolves cleaned their fur. The light of the conjurations Master Winthrope had set up in the room seemed to glow, as if amused by the magic.
“Brandesh, you must work with these crystals for the next few nights, examine them, and attempt to find out what they are telling you when they glow,” Master Winthrope said. “Be off to bed with you, for the hour is late.”
Master Winthrope returned to his lesson with the girls, who didn’t mind the late hours of practice. All the while, a cold wind wandered into Winthrope’s office, as Triarch was now occupied with Winter.

Chess and stories of dragons occupied Brandesh’s late evening, before he retired to a bath. Brandesh and John Brady were playing a rousing game in Brady’s cabin.
“Do you think I’ll find the solution to the problem of these crystals?” Brandesh said.
“Let me see them, Brandesh, I will see what I can discover.” Brady said, grabbing the crystals.
Suddenly a vision appeared before the two. It was of a young woman, sitting in a lush field, with a row of roses over her head, she did not appear to be elven. She warily stepped through a forest, looking around for something.
“Brady, I didn’t know you had magical ability,” Brandesh said.
“I don’t believe I do, but perhaps my urge to see you succeed granted a bit of magic between the two of us, temporarily,” Brady said. “I have studied the art of magical healing.”
Suddenly a courier arrived; the men were summoned to the Warmaster’s court. Brady and Brandesh swiftly followed the paige to the dreaded halls of the cruel Warmaster.
He was given his own army to command, one meant to comply with the King’s but, never was fully under the King’s sway. Wellturn and the Warmaster had once been friends, but time had divided the two, as the Warmaster was given to drunkenness. This eve was no different and the Warmaster, about 50 years in age, with a beard, cooly regarded the two men, drunk on Navory wine.
Patriciae, Princess Sarah and even little Liu, stood at attention before the Warmaster, Drakkar, for he had earlier formulated a way to control their magic, if he but recruited them into his army.
“Gentlemen, won’t you have some wine,” Drakkar said.
“No thank you, we are quite un-parched… I mean un-thirsty, we are quite well, thank you.” Brandesh stammered.
“Well I know you wish for your bath and bed boy so I will keep this short,” Drakkar said. “By the way do you like my girls?”
The Warmaster whirled his hands and the girls begrudgingly setup a display of glittering lights that shone in the pale, stone, room.
“Charming,” Brandesh said. “Erm, I do mean awe-inspiring, your grace never fails to impress.”
“Then off to your bathes then, but remember to keep your heads on your shoulders,” Drakkar said, with a twisted sense of wording.
Brandesh and Brady walked away from the grim display, the Warmaster was indeed drunk.

Later that night Brandesh thought back on the fearfulness of the encounter with the Warmaster. He lathered up, soaping his stronger frame, for he had occupied himself with push-ups, in addition to his magical exercises. Brandesh dried off and brushed his teeth, and kneeled on his bed, unsheathing the crystals. He said twelve prayers. They seemed to glow with fervor. Brandesh placed them near his frame as he lie in bed. He set about to practice magic using the crystals. He quickly sprung into action.
About 40 meters behind the back countryside of Castle Norah, there lay a road of two lanes of Gillimere trees. The makeshift road was on the border of Lake Norah. It was more often used as an infamous campsite for courtiers. To Brandesh this offered the perfect place to practice his magic. Even with the cold winter winds blowing around him like sand in the desert, he knew his magic would be best yielded outdoors. He removed the two crystals from his satchel. Next, he clenched them to his chest. As if two separate frogs were walking down his arms, the crystals traveled to his palms. Suddenly both crystals began spinning furiously, activated by Brandesh’s magic. The green and pink colors spun into a cosmic blur igniting the field with light. Whatever magic spell Brandesh tried had worked. He became so confident that he started to really play with crystals.
The first wild magic trick he tried was turning himself invisible. It did not work. Secondly, he tried the magic of swift movement. This spell did work and Brandesh found himself able to float from end of the field to the other in seconds. He later discovered he was able to fly while casting. Indeed the power of these crystals was incredible. Suddenly as Brandesh landed on his feet, amidst the outdoors, was a larger than life compass pointing to the girl John Brady had unlocked. Brady and Brandesh were seen clearly traveling aboard Lancass’ ship towards the western township of Navory, and beyond. The compass pointed Brandesh towards a meadow of lilacs and orchids. In this mysterious meadow there appeared a beautiful woman draped in flowing silk who stood still with a blue crystal clenched in her hands. Next the compass pointed west past Navory. The vision concluded by showing Brandesh a vicious war zone.
“Best we steer away from that, boy. That’s enough magic for one night.” Said John Brady, who had been there the whole time, watching the spectacle. With that the two were off, to finally get some sleep.











10
A shining new sunrise approached the next day. Brandesh and John Brady were both anxious to talk about the newfound crystal magic. Brandesh began to prepare breakfast for the two men. After the two men had finished eating, a conversation arose.
“To see you fly about was quite marvelous!” Brady said.
“I too am in awe of these stones.” Brandesh replied.
“What will you do to master this new craft young Brandesh?,” said Brady, “What’s more shall you return to the outskirts of Lake Norah again?”
“I think not, first I must go seek out Master Winthrope.”

In the halls of Master Winthrope’s chambers, a flock of ghost, spirit-like entities flew about the ceiling. Brandesh knew it was all a trick of lights, but was still impressed by the decoration.
Master Winthrope was involved with a lesson with Patriciae and Sarah.
“Calls are but one of the aspects of magic, in time you will learn more of its mysterious nature…” Winthrope said, trailing off. Suddenly his eyes beamed seeing Brandesh.
“Did you get those crystals to do some work for you, boy?” Winthrope said.
“Indeed sir, indeed, I was blessed by a vision.”
“Oh Brandesh, won’t you take care on your journey?” Sarah said. “You are the only male magician, besides Master Winthrope, I have ever known, take care.”
“Yes boy do take care, whatever vision the crystal’s shown you must guide your future.” Winthrope said.
“I must take care then, and be off to Navory, and beyond.” Brandesh said, awkwardly bowing to Princess Sarah.

“Captain Lancass, I have another voyage for you.” Brandesh said, sitting on a pillow in Lancass’ palatial chambers.
“Did the crystals speak to you, boy?” Lancass asked.
“They did, we must head out to Navory, and beyond, I wish for the crew to stay at home though, whatever danger we encounter will be met by all my powers, be they magic or physical, but we must search out the forest of Elderberry, northwest of Navory, in a small group, I don’t want to see any trouble befall the crew.” Brandesh said.
“Well I am certainly not out of the mood for a trip to Navory,” Captain Lancass said. “I could do to replenish my stock of its smoke, and if the oracle’s vision is to be of any guide, I must help you.”
“Much obliged, captain Lancass, your company is always a pleasure,” said Brandesh.
And so the men set out west towards Navory. This was looked upon as a merry occasion. For all of the men and Bethany were delighted for a few days stay in Navory. The town offered many pleasures and sights to confound the senses. Most importantly, everyone would be looking to stock up on Navory wine and tobacco. Just as in previous sails, sea games including fencing and star discovery became regular pastimes for the crew. Brandesh and John Brady were exchanging stories of their recent travels. Chattering and laughing about surviving such a varying array of situations.
“Which time were you the most afraid?” asked Brady.
“When Grimms was lost.” Brandesh said flatly.
“That’s why it is important to remember magic may fail at any moment. That is why swordsmanship and combat training are so important to the King’s court.” Said Brady.
“True, but what of this gift, should it not be yielded and allow us to discover new paths?” Replied Brandesh.
“I suppose you have a point lad, just be careful to not become possessed by the power of the crystals. Let us smoke some Navory tobacco.” Said Captain Lancass, who had joined the group.
“For I fear you are not destined to rule the powers of the crystals forever.” Said Brady.
“I am aware of the situation.” Said Brandesh, stopping briefly to take a drag of Navory tobacco. “I am grateful for your friendship gentlemen. I am humbled by your grace.”
The men continued chatting for hours. Eventually, Lady Bethany joined the men with a display of affection, kissing Captain Lancass on the cheek, as she entered. She requested to be on the mission past Navory, and join the three men, Brandesh, Brady and Lancass on the journey. Lancass obliged, though worried about his lady’s safety.
They arrived in Navory without note, and quickly set about acquiring an Inn and some Navory tobacco, Lancass led the group, plodding around the city.
The tobacco they chose was sold by a wily old man, with a lazy eye and long beard, bald and aged. He handed them a gilded box, stuffed to the brim with the finest looking Navory tobacco Brandesh had ever seen. “Daishir’s Garden, this is called, you’ll find it quite a tiring smoke.” The strange man said.
Brandesh stopped at a local kissing booth and for a bronze coin received two kisses. Lancass was about to get his monies worth when the beautiful girl was replaced by a haggard fat lady.
They even visited Shalile’s court, though Shalile was away on a hunting trip. After acquiring some tobacco they drifted off into a merry sleep.
The next morning, Captain Lancass bid the crew good-bye and set off with Brandesh, Brady and Lady Bethany, northwest, into the forest of Elderberry. The party was provided with rations of fruit, nuts, and bread.
The forest was mystifying, and dark soon with the setting sun. The crew wandered the pathways in the woods, always pulled by Brandesh’s visions of a compass.
“I believe we will have to set up camp.” Bethany said.
John Brady, Brandesh and Lancass soon set up a roaring fire, and the group even sampled a wineskin of Lancass’ order.
Suddenly a group of trolls peeked out of the gloom.
“Off with you foul beasts,” Lancass said.
The trolls aggressed, but seeing John Brady and Brandesh unsheathe their swords caused them to run away. All the while Brandesh’s amulet glowed. The group was not troubled again that night, though the men set out a watch for any unusual activity.
The next morning a splendid sunrise greeted the day, the party continued, led by Brandesh’s visions. He would periodically clutch the crystals and that would lead his mind to the compass as the group ventured through lengths of forest, sometimes straying from the path.
Suddenly, a giant wildcat leapt out from the woods. The cat trampled Captain Lancass, then scampered away at seeing Brandesh and John Brady unsheathe their swords.
“Be gentile, beautiful creature, we will not trouble your territory further,” Brandesh politely said.
The cat shied and ran off into the gloom.
The hours passed by and suddenly, the four travelers reached the field of lilacs and orchids from Brandesh’s vision. Just as Brandesh had predicted, a beautiful young woman, with a beautiful rose headdress, stood in the field, clutching the crystal silently.
“Welcome to my grove. How are ye?”
“We are as well…” Said Brandesh.
“As the seven stars let you be.” Said the woman. “I can read your mind, no need to be formal, I believe you came in search of this purple crystal.” She then placed the purple crystal into Brandesh’s hands.
“A warning. The trilogy of the crystals is a mighty force to be reckoned with.” Said the woman.
“I am confounded at your ability to read my mind. Do you have any words of wisdom for me?” Asked Brandesh.
“Three times two equals six.” The girl mysteriously replied.
“Is your mind well girl?” Brandesh said.
“I fear not. God has touched me.” Said the young woman.
“Then what do you mean?”
“A battle, it comes soon.”
“What shall I do to prepare?”
“Practice your magic well, and see what you can do with these three crystals. The purple one is a hard one to master, I have been told by God.”
“Why have you given me the crystal so easily?”
“God told me to, now be off!”
Suddenly the young woman went into a state of metamorphosis, changing her form into two dozen white doves, flying away with a rose in each of their mouths.
Brandesh, Lancass, Brady and Bethany were all taken aback by the scene.
“Okay lad, you have what we came for, let’s return to Navory,” pleaded Captain Lancass.
“Hide the crystals in your satchel,” Brady said.
The journey back went without a problem. Their rations nearly ran out, but lasted them before they went hungry.
Upon arriving in Navory, Lancass decided a party was in order, and so they indulged in Navory’s many fine wines. The mood was one of splendor.
Privately, the succeeding group laughed over the adventure, many thanks waived at Lady Bethany for her standing tall with her kitchen knife to defend against the aggressing wildcat, earlier.
“What will be our next adventure, John Brady?” Brandesh asked.
“Only God knows.”
“Then let us be firm in our resolve,” Brandesh said. “I will try to use the three crystals. They are so powerful, I will never lose these fine gems.”
The crystals spun in a crazy display of light while Brandesh wielded the gems. Again a battle was seen, this with Brandesh not using magic, but using a blade to defend against an unclear aggressor. The battle was ominous, and John Brady made a sign trying to shield himself from the display.
“Brandesh, I believe your mission is to fight in this battle,” Brady said. “As dire a consequence as it may be.”
“Let us forget these troubling visions,” Brandesh said, finally leaving the crystals alone.
“This battle comes to us, let us be sturdy in our resolve,” said John Brady, lifting his hand in the air; with Lancass, Bethany and Brandesh leveling their hands up as well.
The merriment lasted a bit longer, until the four retired to their quarters, and peaceful sleep.




11
Awakening in their rooms, after a boisterous night of celebration, the three gentlemen and lady appeared to be mystified.
Lady Bethany began to wonder what if she would have to prepare for battle, along with the men. Brandesh wondered if he would discover if he would identify his newfound enemy, sailing aboard the Princess Lancass with the others.
Once settled in the city of Sealcrest, Brandesh and Brady bid each other goodbye. It had been a long journey and Brandesh desperately wanted to visit with Master Winthrope. Not only did he seek his council, but also wanted to practice crystal magic with him as well. As soon as Brandesh arrived in his quarters, he immediately took a meal of roast chicken, with savory sauce, followed by a bath. He dressed quickly, taking a puff of Navory tobacco in his chambers, as he was eager to get going.
Master Winthrope coolly greeted his student, eyes lidded to slits as Brandesh entered his magical office. Soon both were involved in a lesson, yielding crystal magic. First they began by performing a series of kicks.
“Stretch your leg out boy! You never know when magic may fail you and you’ll have to use fisticuffs.” Master Winthrope said.
The men continued performing physical exercises until Brandesh was nearly fatigued. He wondered what this had to do with yielding crystalline magic. Suddenly, Master Winthrope ended the physical training and said, “Now, you are ready, remove the crystals out of your satchel and place the three holy crystals in your right hand.”
Brandesh did as he was instructed and placed the holy stones in his right palm. The three stones clicked into place creating one perfect gem that spun and glowed simultaneously. An intense light emitted from the stones, as they spun with fury, wielded by Brandesh.
“Now I want you to create twelve dire-wolves.” Winthrope said.
The blue stone glowed and four water-wolves were summoned followed by red and green dire-wolves.
“Their light is fading; I sense you have some trouble holding on to this many wolves.” Master Winthrope said.
Brandesh was in awe, he had never tried a call this powerful before. Wolves licked their jaws and growled at an unseen adversary.
Suddenly the apparitions disappeared and Brandesh was left feeling weary.
“Your confidence may falter and such a call can fade away, into nothing.” Master Winthrope said.
Now I believe it’s time for some music, such easier magic will be a respite from such a taxing call.
Soon Master Winthrope’s training room began to glow and a singer could be heard, an echo of a performance:
“Of all the skies in fair Triarch,
Nothing is more holy,
Then the shores of jolly Sealcrest…”
The performance trailed off, into a rousing polyphonic instrumental section, the crystals glowed and Brandesh began conducting to the music, yielding a sheet of lights that trailed him. Master Winthrope picked up on the force and began to weave a different shower of lights.
They trailed off playing the game, having much merriment at the powers of the crystal. Suddenly the crystal stopped shining and the room was again left in silence.
“Be wary, the crystals lose their power suddenly.”
“Here let me summon Bacchus, my water wolf, he will lick your troubles away. And true to life Master Winthrope’s summon came and licked Brandesh’s hand. Bacchus was a kinder sort of dire-wolf and was almost like a pet to Master Winthrope.
Suddenly a servant arrived, Brandesh was due at Drakkar’s court.
Brandesh walked to the chambers, and was greeted by Patriciae and Liu at Drakkars court.
“Be wary, my girls are here to stop you from using any magic for this summons.” Drakkar said.
“Word has it a Southern envoy of ships is headed towards our waters, perhaps thinking of setting up for a strike.”
Brandesh didn’t like where this was going and tried to summon a fire-wolf, but soon a headache was greeted upon him by Patriciae and Liu, who begrudgingly cast the magic.
“Your crystals, give them to me boy.” Drakkar said.
The crystals weren’t glowing at all and Brandesh’s magic didn’t seem to be working.
“Oh no,” Brandesh thought.
A powerful guard grabbed Brandesh’s wrist and slammed him to a chair, tying him to the wood. Then the same guard giddily picked up the crystals with his fat fingers and handed them to Drakkar. Brandesh was humiliated.
“Thank you boy, now if you want to stay on my good side you’ll listen to me, if an army from the South aggresses our country may soon be plunged into darkness. The banners of war are ready to be thrown-up. The King’s army and mine are ready to march. I request you meet with Guy and discuss your combat maneuvers, for you are now a soldier in the King’s army.” Drakkar said.

Push-ups and a few games of chess greeted Brandesh in Guy’s quarters. The two stayed up til’ the late hours, later practicing a few combat maneuvers. Suddenly, Brandesh realized he had lost his amulet, he looked all around the ground for it, but realized he had misplaced it sometime earlier.
“Guy, with this amulet gone, King Shagdar may lose the spell we put him under, you see the King was our envoy and was entranced by amulet, as Queen Tri-na had created it for.” Brandesh said. “Now I fear war may truly come from the South.”
Brandesh bid Guy goodbye and headed off to bed, with a bath in mind. He was getting used to the idea of being able to have a bath before bedtime.
A summons from the King, and Queen Semanthia appeared as Brandesh was drying off. He was requested in the King and Queen’s chambers.
King Wellturn greeted Brandesh. “I wish for you to take your friend Lancass’s ship, and scout out if the South wishes to enter our territory, and to report back at the first round of trouble. You may select your party. Take the Lancass Harp, and be off tomorrow.” King Wellturn said.
“Know that we love you very much Brandesh,” Queen Semanthia said. “And wish this quest on you with the utmost love.”
Brandesh saw the King off to his bedchambers, followed by Queen Semanthia.
Brandesh returned to his chambers in anguish. Here he stood without his precious stones and he had misplaced the amulet. He now knew what Brady had meant by ‘sometimes your magic may fail’. He found himself in a conundrum. He wondered if he was ready to set sail again, without the aid of magic, relying solely on his combat training.
Brandesh finally retired for the evening. He laid his head on his pillow, exhausted from the day, his activities with Master Winthrope and his humiliation with Drakkar. For it was indeed humiliation as he had lost the gems that the Oracle claimed he was to receive. He thought to himself, “I must get the three holy stones back into my possession.” Brandesh said.
Brandesh’s mind was a blur with a series of headaches and stomach pains that grated him. He somehow managed to drift off to sleep. He had run out of Navory tobacco, only having Ikledel tobacco, and was in a foul mood. He woke up the next morning feeling somewhat rested. He immediately found Captain Lancass and soon the two were engaged in conversation in Lancass’s quarters.
“Have you decided who will be included in your party?” Lancass said.
“The whole crew of The Harp, Guy and John Brady. I delight in seeing First Mate Brooks again.” Brandesh said.
“Then let us make for a merry sail… we are few upon us, but we shall be guided from the flames of war and return to Sealcrest with a victory!” Lancass said.
“Lancass, would you care for some Ikledel tobacco?”
“Why certainly.” Lancass said.
Soon the two decided on a rousing game of chess, to fuel their appetite for entertainment. Lancass had earlier won three games, but Brandesh had recently won a game. Lancass accidentally fell out of position and Brandesh won the match, luckily, after trading away his queen. Brandesh had set up two rooks on the attack, and Lancass had somehow lost his queen, and Brandesh took the match with those same rooks.
“I am honored by a victory, but I do say I am worried about losing my magic.” Brandesh said.
“It’s something those girls did to you Brandesh,” Lancass said. “You’ve gotten yourself into a bit of trouble boy.”
“Without my magic I’m like a meowing-cat.”
“Remember the loss of your amulet, King Shagdar may decide to aggress,” Lancass said. “You’ve got to be firm on your feet, for as you have told me, you saw a battle coming our way.”
“Indeed.” Brandesh said, absentmindedly puffing on a pipe.
Brandesh prepared for the journey, summoning Guy and John Brady… Lady Bethany would make stew for one more, it appeared.











12
Crashing against the waves during a violent storm at sea, the Lancass Harp sailed effortlessly, as if used to chartering such malicious waters. Aboard the vessel, Guy and Brandesh were revisiting combat tactics day and night. Meanwhile, Brady chose First Mate Brooks as his on deck sparring buddy. The four men seemed to practice swordsmanship with the same ease as a group of young men playing hide the ball. Captain Lancass and Lady Bethany even took turns yielding their swords in preparation for assisting the three men once they arrived in the South. Naturally, this was done in private so as to not discourage young Brandesh.
After a few days at sea, it was decided another fencing tournament was to be held. All aboard were welcome to enter the competition. Lady Bethany was not afraid to go toe to toe with any swordsmen at sea or on land, as Captain Lancass had proven to be an invaluable resource. Brooks, drew up the initial match board, indicating who would fence against whom and when. The tournament was set to last for two full days, giving much relief to the weary men at sea. The very first battle was between two young crew men. After a series of lively spars, at the end of day one, Lancass and Brady had easily advanced past many of the crew and had gone on to advance to the semi-finals. The final match ups would consist of Brandesh vs. Lancass and Brooks vs. Brady.
Later that evening Brandesh, headed into Lancass’s quarters to discuss not only the fencing tournament but also matters of potential warfare with the South.
Lancass sat in his chamber, smoking a pipe, and let enter the querying Brandesh.
“I fought well in the tournament, but it looks like you and Brooks have advanced to the final rounds.” Brandesh said.
“The seven stars have blessed me it seems.” Captain Lancass said. “Say boy, I feel a bit less drawn to you without your amulet.”
“The loss grieves me captain,” Brandesh said. “It was a thing of loose design and unfortunately was lost.”
“We have 39 days left of our voyage,” Captain Lancass said. “We have planned for a three month journey, I want you to keep your eyes out for the gathering of troops, if King Shagdar is gathering forces, we’ll know.”
“I fear with the loss of the amulet, we will have a problem on our hands.” Brandesh said.
“Try your magic boy, let’s see what transpires.”
Brandesh began to summon energy and soon a water wolf appeared before him, but its light faded, as the wolf tried desperately to lick his master until it faded from view.
“This water-pup even evaded me, I fear whatever spell the girls have put in place seems to be blocking my magic.” Brandesh said.
“On to other matters then,” Captain Lancass said, taking a puff of his pipe. “How do you think the final round of the tournament will go?”
“It appears you have been blessed,” Brandesh said, joining the captain in smoke. Brandesh regretted the habit, but it kept him going. “I say onward to victory you go.”
“I do want you to keep your eyes peeled for any enemy activity, off to bed with you.” Captain Lancass kindly said.
That night, as Brandesh tried to sleep on his mat, locked away in a courtesy room. He kept tossing and turning, fading in and out of sleep. It wasn’t until much later he got some rest.

A new sun greeted the day, and after the daily ship’s activities were cared for, the crew set up for the final round of the tournament.
“I do say I am impressed by Lancass’ brawn,” John Brady said. “It’s a shame Guy and I weren’t allowed past the semi-finals.”
“Lancass is a good soldier,” Guy said. “He’s fit as a mule and has a vicious offense.”
“Brooks is a bit slower. But he’s proven himself fit for the final round.” John Brady said, welcoming Brandesh with a cup of coffee.
“The fight is getting underway,” Brandesh said. “Let’s have a look.”
Lancass paced in his space and breathed out. A crewman had written a song, a musician, and the title was, “Captain Lancass on his Ship.” Lancass had laughed at the strange words and simple harmonies that seemed to pour effortlessly from the poet’s pen. In the song, Lancass had bravely ended up losing the fight, throwing his sword in defeat. How different things were this time. The match was to three touches. He had trained many times with Brooks before and knew his fighting style, he was confident he could take the win.
Brooks took the first touch, using a bulky sweeping attack range. But his lacking defense cost him the next three touches. Lancass had won the tournament.

There was a winter storm at sea, Brandesh’s magic had the ability to keep the crew warm at bedtimes by magical energy. Snowflakes dropped and gathered, spattering out to water on the ship decks. The smell of salt was thick in the air, the crew managed to stay afloat, guided by Brandesh’s masterful magic. Fortunately, the girls didn’t seem to block his ability at health-magic.

The voyage went on, and the crew passed the time playing sea chess. On the twenty-third day of the voyage, Brady invited Brandesh to his courtesy cabin for a cup of coffee, fresh from Lady Bethany’s kitchen.
“Twas’ quite a match we saw, eh John.” Brandesh said.
“Indeed, that Lancass was the victor I was not surprised.” Brady said.
“Sometimes on these long voyages I feel so… lonely,” Brandesh said.
“I know the feeling,” Brady said, sipping his coffee. “These sea journeys… and amidst such cold waters… the pressure is… maddening.”
“Here let me lend you some more warmth.” Brandesh said. “Yes the spell I incanted is still working, creating heat, I will lend you some more.”
“Thank you, kind lad.” Brady said.
“We come upon the forty-fifth day, where we will have to use all our power to locate the massing of fleets. Then we will have to return for another long voyage home to alert the King and Warmaster.” John Brady said.
The King and Warmaster had separate armies, 10,000 ground soldiers for the King and 1,000 war-horsemen, amongst 200 archers for the War Lord. If Southwish was truly massing fleets, the two armies would have to summon a defense, plus whatever magic Master Winthrope’s girls could create, summoning dire wolves to Sealcrest’s defense. The Emperor was a man who got to the point of things, he would certainly strike for The West’s capital. War coming from the North could complicate things as well.
Brandesh said, “I think I’ll go douse myself with a bucket of sea-water, I am in need of a bath, and then be off to my sea-chores and fencing practice. Guy has been a grueling training partner, but I feel that the push-ups are slowly making me stronger.”
“May the seven stars bless thee, lad.” John said.

The forty-fifth day at sea did indeed arrive and as predicted, the Lancass Princess could see in the distance a massive fleet of ships heading toward the West, from the Southern Kingdom. One particular vessel stood out more so than the others. It was a large ship with a massive dragon on the mast, acting as a beacon for the other Southern ships.
“It is true. We are at war. We’d best be getting home.” Said Brandesh.
Within moments of discovery, Captain Lanca ss turned the Princess around sailing directly home.
“I fear for the outcome of this endeavor. Sail us on a smooth course home Captain Lancass.” Brandesh said.
“Indeed, boy, indeed.” Lancass guffawed. For this was not his first time being a messenger of war between territories. He knew his first and only priority was returning the Prince of Sealcrest and company home, steadfastly.
The Princess sailed the waters for many days. Each day became full of swordsmanship, healthy magic casting and merriment at sea. On the twenty-third day, Brady invited Brandesh into his courtesy cabin for another cup of coffee, fresh from Lady Bethany’s stove.
“Here ye go, lad. Take this drink and your spirits will be roused.” Brady said.
“Hmmm, delicious.” Said Brandesh. Letting the warmth of the coffee fill him.
“Let’s see if your magic can work.” Said Brady.
Brandesh incanted, and soon summoned a water wolf who soon faded from view, licking at his masters feet.
“So the curse still is upon you.” John Brady said.
“I fear it will always be, John.” Brandesh said.
“Never fear, I am here as your friend.” Brady said, sipping his coffee. “This is a peaceful place, is it not?”
“Yes, John, it is.” Brandesh responded.
The men sat in silence. Then, after a short time had passed, Brandesh said, “I almost long for the days of us negotiating peace treaties with trolls. Life was so much… simpler then.” Brandesh said.
“I suppose you could say life throws itself into turns sometimes, the eager warrior steps out and takes what he can,” John Brady said. “I hope your swordsmanship doesn’t fail you.”
The winter storms had ended, Brandesh could stop his spell of warmth, except on rare cold spring-nights, as Triarch was now occupied with the season. Suddenly a ridge of Gillemere trees appeared on the horizon; part of what would be the battle for Sealcrest, a row of trees then open grasslands designed for a defense like Southwish’s three pronged, magic, warhorse and footman defense. Winthrope’s girls had never been tested in battle, their fate a mix of resignation and excitement for the upcoming fight. Would Patriciae and Sarah be able to cook something up, not to mention Liu and Angel?

A gathering of dire-wolves waited in front of the camped out armies of Seal-crest, 20 strong, nearly invincible to conventional attack, except at the neck. King Wellturn greeted Brandesh’s crew, “It seems you have returned my boy.”
“For now, we are still at peace, but a mighty flock of warships, bearing 12,000 troops comes our way. We are soon to fight.”
“Yes, boy, the magical girls have used their far-sight ability to warn us of the impending danger; they have also summoned the abilities of the crystals.”
Dire-wolves snapped and washed their fur, eager for impending battle. As long as they could keep their necks covered, they would bite with beyond normal strength.
King Wellturn would have groups of pikemen, and swordsmen for the upcoming fight. He commanded well from his general’s tent. One day the duty would be thrust upon Brandesh.
Drakkar’s horse rode in to view. “They will strike in the morrow,” the Warmaster said. “My horsemen will be waiting on the right. Let’s hope my girls can do something, causing confusion in the enemy’s lines, until their dire-wolves should give out.” That is when my horsemen will join-in, to defend the expected ground army of the South.
“Be wary, King Shagdar is a brutal commander.” King Wellturn said. “I have faced him across a chess board many a time before. Let us hope we can calm his spirits before too much death should occur. The man’s a fool, but a powerful one, never afraid to show his strength.”
“I believe I will attend to Master Winthrope’s office, then avail myself of a bath father,” Brandesh said. “I have been at sea for three months. John Brady and the crew would also like similar accommodations, we are all very tired, and I’m without my water-wolves, as a sidenote.”
“Then a restful night to you Brandesh. Make sure everyone is ready for the battle tomorrow,” the King said. “I sense you’ll be seeing your stones sometime soon, may God grant us a hasty victory!”
Brandesh approached Master Winthrope’s office, a buzz of ghouls echoing from the ceiling, floating apparitions. The two greeted each-other, smoking some Navory tobacco and chatting of the impending battle.
“If your magic may fail you boy, I have one trick that might work.” Winthrope said.
“What is it?” Brandesh said.
“Harvest that healing magic, it will be a boon to you. Now go and get some rest,” Master Winthrope said.

That night Brandesh had his first warm bath in three long months, but he was not as relaxed by it as usual. Thoughts grave clouded his mind.
Bethany would be seeing to the women of Sealcrest, who were organizing the logistics for the endeavor, ready for any attacks on the homefront with her kitchen knife, and a sword she had picked up the knack for.
John Brady and Guy both had a small retinue of men to command.
Brandesh would be part of that crew, the War Master had demanded that he be on the frontlines. As Brandesh scrubbed with soap he fastened his wrist, preparing for bloodshed tomorrow. But for now there was a warm tub, and a small bottle of fortified wine Brandesh had purloined from the kitchen. All was to be merry until the terrible day tomorrow.
Lancass and Brooks had volunteered to join the battle at Brandesh’s side.
“It’s a lovely thing to have friends,” Brandesh thought. “Perhaps the seven stars have blessed me.”