The Black Fountain

He had a plan. "I don’t know...I am really tired. I cannot think..." Xavon grabbed Goater by the cuff. "I am not prepared for your games. What do you know!" Goater grabbed the journal. He laughed to himself inside. "All of Gonz’s plans. They are in this book right here." Xavon reached out for the book. Goater pulled it away. "Give me the book!" Goater stood his ground. "How do I know you won’t kill me if I give you this." "I swear on my honor as a qaudsman that I will not kill you." Goater snickered. "Well in that case I guess you won’t mind if I just hold on to this. I will accompany you wherever you go." Xavon rubbed his face. "Fine! But I still do not trust you." Xavon turned and left the room. Goater followed closely behind.

A new partnership was now formed.

VIII

Tanzarian and company had been traveling for a few days now. All around them it was full fall. Soon winter would be upon them. The air was already getting cold. The men were beginning to grow restless as the terrain became more wet. Tanzarian knew they would soon have to veer off into the Serta forest. "Tanzarian come quick!"

The easy silence was broken by the shouts of a couple of soldiers coming from the Serta Forest.

With them they carried some sort of what seemed to be a man of some sort. Tanzarian looked at the man. The two men who found them were carrying him on their shoulder’s. The man being carried was unconscious. The man was obviously not an actual man. His skin was green and his ears pointy. His hair was short and black. His eyes glowed orange and he wore two earrings.

He wore strange clothes and was not armed. Tanzarian already knew one thing about this man. He was not from Deckbin.

Later that night as they rested by the fire, Tanzarian sat with this strange man when he finally awoke. He rubbed his eyes and his head and looked up to Tanzarian. "Where am I?"

"You are with the Getrau’ now in the Militan Military. Do not be frightened. We will not harm you. We notice you are quite strange. From what race are you?" The thing blinked. "My name is Friculon. I am a Sea Beast. You may not know of us for we live in the sea. Just a few days ago I was in the sea port of Cove when," Tanzarian cut him off. "Cove? You where in Cove?"

"Yes I was. When a group of men came an attacked us. We easily warded them off with our magic. But I became separated from Cove and deeply lost into Serta. I had collapsed from fatigue right before your soldiers found me. I am always in your debt." Tanzarian laughed. "Okay! Well we are glad you are with us know. Come! Sit with us and have an ale. I will show you to everyone." Tanzarian and Friculon walked out of the tent and met with everyone outside. Friculon quickly became friends with all of our merry men. We knew we had a good friend. And with a little bit of luck, a good magical fighter. The next day the new band of soldiers began to march off toward Cove, beginning to see a lot of swamplike lands. If you have ever been to the Swamplands then you will never go back. It is a hostile and dangerous place full of horrible beasts that will kill anything that enters their territories. One of these beasts are the Vine Beasts.