Nameless story, part XVI: The darkening of The South – 6

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A Great Kingdom far to the South once existed. Its history is fascinating and dramatic.

As they were descending, the noise in front turned to a subtle voice. But they couldn’t understand what was being said. It was an unknown language to them, not the one used in Rioghachad, nor in Grian. Ceartas never heard this tongue before. Maybe it was some sort of speech used only by the people of Iasgach. It was well known that a lot of towns and villages had their own dialects, aside from the official language of the Kingdom. They were remains of the old tribes that used to populate the lands before they were united to form the Great Kingdom of Rioghachad.

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Nameless story, part XV: The darkening of The South – 5

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A Great Kingdom far to the South once existed. Its history is fascinating and dramatic.

Captain Ceartas was in front of the group of soldiers. The moment they have been waiting for the last three months and four days has finally come. Their mission, handed to them by King Fasach himself, was about to end. By the end of the night, he and his comrades would be on their long way back to Grian with great news. They would have destroyed the greatest enemy of the Kingdom and they would be rewarded regally for the deed.

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Nameless story, part XIV: The darkening of The South – 4

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A Great Kingdom far to the South once existed. Its history is fascinating and dramatic.

A lot of well-dressed men were in the room. Silk robes and fine hats they were wearing. Golden rings encrusted with rubies and diamonds were strangling their fat fingers. These were Grian’s elite, the nobles who controlled the Kingdom.

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Nameless story, part XIII: The darkening of The South – 3

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A Great Kingdom far to the South once existed. Its history is fascinating and dramatic.

Three months have passed since the assassination. Life in Grian was again running its course, the peasants were working as hard as ever and everything seemed to be turning back to normal.

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Nameless story, part XI: The darkening of The South – 1

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A Great Kingdom far to the South once existed. Its history is fascinating and dramatic.

The South used to be a fertile land. The old stories tell of a culture that thrived in agriculture, hunting and carpentry. Proud, tall men used to rule the open fields and a civilization that worshipped peace and nature more then anything populated the vast island continent.

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Nameless story, part X: Departing Bhaile

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. Bhaile is lost. Our Hero meets his master. A new faze is emerging.

-Damn it! They moved too slow! If we were the real criminals, we would’ve gotten away before they shut the city down. – cried Governor Ceannard

-You shouldn’t blame them too much. The Fortress was very well guarded. It would have been next to impossible to infiltrate it by any ordinary man. Lieutenant Andar is a brilliant strategist, but not even him could have prepared for this enemy. The things that attacked you were anything but normal. – said Professor Seann.

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Nameless story, part IX: The Water Barrier

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. A genius design, but a great loss. Bhaile will never be the same. Neither will the Fortress.

Night turned into day, as the whole town of Bhaile was lit by the flames that engulfed the Governor’s Villa. The King’s Guards were desperately trying to put out the fire, but it was a lost cause. Even if the outer walls of the Old Fortress were made out of solid rock, most of the interior was decorated with huge, polished mahogany pillars and sculptures, stating the wealth and royalty of its inhabitants. After all, it was home for the noblest families in Bhaile. Eventually, that exact display of abundance would become its downfall.

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Nameless story, part VIII: Victorious Defeat

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The Governor’s quiet library is about to be disturbed. Fire, Evil, a battle, all came across in the Old Study Chamber.

-What, who are you, kid? And how did you get in here? – asked Ceannard surprised.

-I’m Oigearan, Sir. I’m just looking for my sister. We were playing outside and I saw her enter the stables and followed her here. I’m sorry if I scared you! Are you scared?

-What? No, I’m not scared! How did you get past the guards? It’s a long way from the stables to this room. Where is your sister? What’s her name?

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Nameless story, part VII: History and Creatures of the Dark Times

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The Man learns about the origin of his enemies. The History of the Creatures of the Dark Time is full of surprises.

Governor Ceannard was sitting quietly at his desk. He was alone in the Study Chamber, the Great Library of the Fortress. It is here where all the ancient and new documents and books were kept safe so that no one would ever forget the past and its suffering.

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Nameless story, part VI: The Legend of the Fortress

A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. Old stories tell of a Great Fortress in Bhaile. The Governor’s Villa has a huge history behind.

-Sir, we searched the whole town, but we couldn’t find anything! The only two things in common about the murders are that all the victims were found with their throats cut and that at three of them, two unknown kids were seen in the surrounding neighbourhoods. What would you have us do, Sir? – asked the soldier.

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