The Black Fountain

If we could get to the Brab Stronghold then I think we might stand a chance." Tanzarian pondered the thought. It wasn’t the best idea but better than the others thus far. Lock stood. No one could notice him so he jumped upon the table. "You fools! Don’t you see our greatest swordsman was killed upon the claws of a measly dragon. Something else must be at work and I think it is Verd!" Shouts of panic and disbelief rang out above the crowd. They all thought the same thing. Verd was dead. He could not have been revived. "Listen!" shouted Lock, "There is one way to defeat these beasts. Me and Xavon noticed this in Serta Forest." Tanzarian called order once again. "If magic is the way, then we stand no chance. We have only 1 person with magical ability and that is you Lock." Lock shook his head. "Oh no my friend. There is a small village near the sea, close to Fresh SeaTown. It is called Cove. The small band of creatures with magical being reside there. Their numbers are low though. About thirty I suppose’." Derek chimed in. "Do you think it will be enough? Gonz’s army has to have at least two hundred men compared to our about one hundred, with those beings. We will still be outnumbered." "Well Derek," said Tanzarian, "It seems to me that lock has a point. the dragon only faltered under the magic of Lock. We shall gather our men and travel to Cove."

Tanzarian and his squad packed their bags for the journey ahead of them. Fradox approached Tanzarian in the tent. "Tan, do you know how to reach the sea? I hear it is about a weeks journey from here, and we are low in provisions." Tanzarian finished packing. "Commander Johnson has a map of Deckbin. I believe we can get out of here if we hurry. And we have plenty of provisions." Fradox nodded and shook off the thought. He continued packing his bags.

The army lined up in ranks outside the demolished gate. The air was cool and crisp as Autumn was upon Deckbin. Leading the troop was Tanzarian followed by Lock and the rest of the Quad Squad. Tanzarian had the map handy at all times and had the route planned. They would go north on the edge of Serta Forest and through it as soon as they hit the Swamplands. It would be to rough for a bend of men to travel through such a swamp. Then after emerging from Serta they would travel the coast of the Sea. Tanzarian unpocketed the map and took a quick look at it, then to the abandoned fort, and pocketed it again. He walked forward taking one last look at Getrau’.

He knew it would be a long journey.

IV

Gonz and Verd emerged from the castle. The ranks were still marching. Gonz stopped them with a quick shout. They all stopped and turned to Gonz and Verd. "Listen you scum!" shouted out Gonz. "We start our march toward Getrau’ now. Into the Armor Room and suit up. The war will soon be ended." The ranks filed into the castle heading into the direction of the Armory. Goater ran into the ranks as they passed him. he quickly filed up and watched nervously over his shoulder for Gonz and Verd. When they got to the Armory he put on his armor and grabbed his sword and other weapons. Over his shoulder he heard whisperings from the soldiers of a rebellion.

Goater walked over and spoke with the men of the rebellion.