Yet another sleepless night, the arrangements were made, Orzhmen arrived from the sea port, alone. That was a specific order, alone. I wondered why he accepted it, there were no orders of assassination, even though I wasn't informed it was so apparent to expect anything different.
It was all set, the whole council was gathered. An impressive arrangement, all precautions were made, in case the orcs sneaked in. I was in the middle bleacher among the knights, the elves stood in the opposite on a high stand. The wizard and his counsellors stood near the south door. He didn't have his glasses that day. It exposed his pale eyes with no circle, he was blind, but still managed to see, Elf magic of course. The commander of the Council was also present. The golden beard knight with a long cape and a longsword, ran left and right, shouting at the knights, and calling for reinforcements. The wagon finally arrived. Two orcs entered the hall, carrying a long throne made of grey stone. They placed it facing the wizard and stepped back. Orzhmen entered, in his long coat that hung on his broad shoulders. His beard short, sharp and pointy, his hair not too short but tucked behind his long ears with metal hoops. He chewed as he walked in front and sunk into the throne.
"How are you brother," a familiar voice said behind me. I felt the coldness passing through me.
"Good," I said. "Brother."
Blue knight armour, he corrected the belt of his vambrace, "Glad to see you, even though not where you stand."
I didn't speak, rather skimmed the room for orcs.
"Being a burden, not just to your people but for the world to come."
"How are you, Orzhmen?" the wizard shouted from his corner.
"Never been better."
The commander moved behind the orcs and asked them to leave the hall.
"I'm deeply sorry for your loss."
Orzhmen nodded and changed his posture. Everytime he blinked the knights moved closer.
"We don't have much time, do we?" Vyrath said in a soothing voice.
"No."
A knight crashed in the middle of the hall out of nowhere. All eyes went to him, then moved to the half-Orc. He pulled a long double barrel from his coat. The wizard raised his hand. The castle shuddered. The walls started to move and the floor followed. Orzhmen fired the barrel, a knight jumped on him and saved the wizard. It hit him in the lower chest. Knights rushed over. And it started. Vyrarth threw me along with some other knights. I rolled over on the spinning floor. Blood spattered above me from both sides. The counsellors tried to pull the wizard out.
We heard the faint yet collective noise of war cry from a distance. "Fall back, fall back," a group of knights entered the hall crying.
"Get the ship," I heard the scream and saw Gabrel on the other side.
I quickly got up and followed him. The floor pulled me behind. He grabbed a spinning pillar and jumped to the wall. I spinned with the floor and did the same, it took me to the south door, I leaped through it and got out. The walls on both started to collapse. I immediately jumped to my feet and started running along with the other knights. The airships were taking off with knights hanging out like abandoned bees. Suddenly one of it burst in the air, the elf immediately took a turn and proceeded to the slope. I followed. The ships exploded above us, knights were tossed. There were stairs half buried under the mud. It swirled around and led to a small cave.
We skipped some stairs and jumped down to enter it. The cave held a small sea-ship. Fyena rose from above and dropped the sail. THe counsellors boarded the wizard.