Chronicles of Draezoln

Tales of the world of Draezoln

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Chapter 7-7

Almonihah swore in Draconic. “Knew that amulet’d been too quiet!”

At the same time, the Captain was making his way over to his man. “How many? How long do we have?”

“Uh… I don’t know how many, sir, but only a couple minutes at the rate they were going…”

Now the Captain swore, and in a language everyone present could understand. By now he was jogging down the aisle towards the door the soldier had come from. “Notify all posts. We need every able-bodied man on the walls.”

Suddenly he stopped and looked back. “Your Honor, if I could have Almonihah’s aid in the defense of the city…”

The judge was still overcoming shock, but after a moment he responded, “Yes, of course! If he will aid in the defense of our city…”

“It is his fault we’re under attack, after all,” the accuser pointed out, though he seemed as shocked as any.

Garkhen slowly got to his feet. “And I will go, too.”


Almonihah snorted. “Yesterday you had trouble standing on your own. ‘ll just get in th’ way.”

Garkhen shook his head defiantly. “No. I will go. I cannot stand by while others die.”

The half-bronze dragon grunted as he started moving to leave, following the Guard Captain out of the court. “Not going t’ do much good ‘f you knock yourself out again ‘nd get stepped on by some Javni’Tolkhrah.”

Garkhen started to follow, but Maritha’s voice from the crowd stopped him. “And what of the amulet? Is it wise to take it closer to these creatures?”

Garkhen paused. “I… am not certain.”

“Should it not be kept from the walls? It is clear we need to re-establish some sort of containment on it. Perhaps if you had come seen me when you returned we might have prevented this…”

Almonihah snorted again, his arms crossed. “Trouble only started after we told you.”

The Archivist’s face darkened. “I understand your concern, but I would ask you to not accuse me…”

“Please!” Garkhen half-shouted. “Let us not argue amongst ourselves! We must work together, not against one another.”

Maritha looked between the two half-dragons. “Then what of my proposal? I and those of my team I most trust can do something to block out the amulet’s… call, whatever it’s doing to bring the Madness-Touched here.”

Almonihah growled, baring a few teeth, then looked over at Garkhen. “’f he watches,” he stated, pointing at Garkhen.

Garkhen hesitated a moment, then nodded slightly. “I will do this.”

After another moment of silence, Almonihah pulled the amulet out of his pack, still wrapped in cloth as he had left it. Garkhen walked forward and took it, then turned to Maritha.

“Let us go.”

The Archivist followed him out, while Almonihah turned and jogged out of the building. His first instinct once outside was to get Zakhin’Dakh, but a quick glance at the sky told him that wouldn’t be necessary.

The huge griffon’s wing-beats stirred up dust from the street as he came into a landing in front of his friend. Almonihah! He shrieked. Bad things!

Yes, Almonihah responded, speaking Great Eagle back, More monsters. Let’s go get rid of them.

Yeah! Zakhin’Dakh screeched, taking off again. Almonihah followed, sprinting towards the walls.

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Yeah, someone else has to convince Garkhen to not knock himself out again. That’s a problem of his.  

Chapter 7-6

Getting into the court turned out to be much more of an ordeal than Almonihah had imagined. It wasn’t that it was much of a journey—rather, the ceremony around being admitted to the court, the judge addressing the audience, and on and on took far too long. It set Almonihah on edge, all this ceremony while he was carrying that blasted amulet around in his pack.

Of course, the fact that he’d had to leave his weapons at the door made him at least as nervous. He hated being without his weapons… he felt naked, like something would attack him at any moment and he wouldn’t be able to defend himself. Not that he was bad with his claws and teeth, but they were hardly as good as his blades and bow.

A gentle nudge from Garkhen brought him back to his surroundings. Almonihah couldn’t believe he’d done that… paying attention to his surroundings was one of the first rules of survival. But this whole ceremony thing was just so stupid

“Almonihah Zrathanzon,” The judge continued, looking straight at the half-dragon as he mispronounced his name, “You killed two men—whose names as yet remain unknown.”

The judge snorted at this, then went on. “Garkhen ze’Darkhen’Sem’dor, you were present and aided in this. Is this so?”

Almonihah nodded, curtly. Garkhen quietly said, “Yes.”

“And yet you claim to have reason for this, do you not?”

“Yes,” Garkhen said, more loudly. “They broke into our room at night, and stole a powerful and dangerous magical artifact.”

A man stood up on the other side of the judge. “And where is this dangerous magical artifact now?” he asked accusingly.

Almonihah patted his pack, which he’d somehow been allowed to bring in. “Here.”

“If it is so dangerous, why are you bringing it into a court of law?”

“So ‘t doesn’t get stolen again,” Almonihah replied, a bit of a growl in his voice.

“Perhaps you might show us all this ‘powerful magical artifact’, then?”

Almonihah stood up. “’nd I’m supposed t’ think that’s a good idea?”


Another voice came from the crowd—Archivist Maritha. “Good sir, as an expert on magical devices, and having examined this one myself, I must protest its display. It is extremely dangerous, and we have evidence that its mere appearance has in the past altered the minds of those viewing it.”

The judge nodded. “Thank you, Archivist. Accuser, it seems your request must be denied.”

The accuser scowled. “Very well, then. But I must still ask, why did you bring such a dangerous thing into our city in the first place? We have had trouble enough without you bringing more.”

“I found it here,” Garkhen stated, calmly. “And here was the nearest place I knew of someone to consult upon it,” he nodded in Maritha’s direction, “when the spell upon my memory was broken.”

“Indeed.” The accuser crossed his arms, clearly unimpressed.


“Accuser, may I remind you that you are accusing them of murder, not of carrying dangerous items into Elifort, however disturbing that may be,” the judge said.

“Ah, but this artifact of theirs is at the heart of the murder, is it not?”

Before anyone could respond, a shout from the door interrupted the proceedings.

“Captain!”

The Guard Captain, who had been watching from near the front row, stood and turned to see one of his men running into the room.

“Captain! There’s… there are monsters, a whole horde of them! They’re headed right for the walls!”

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Hmmm, court case getting boring… time for a monster attack! Okay, no, there’s reason for it, as you might guess. 

And yeah, maybe I should have researched medieval justice more, but this is supposed to have a rather… off feel to it. Ferdunan has some problems that our heroes are only briefly glimpsing here.

Chapter 7-5

It was two more days before the healers released Garkhen to stand trial. Two long, slow days, with nothing for Almonihah to do but practice, keep track of Zakhin’Dakh, and attempt again to make conversation with Garkhen.

It wasn’t that Garkhen was unwilling to talk… it was just hard for him to keep up a conversation all by himself. Almonihah didn’t know why he couldn’t seem to talk with Garkhen… no, that was false. He had a pretty good idea of why. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t exactly been the friendliest to Garkhen, and now… well, he’d certainly proven that Almonihah had no reason to doubt him. And yet, he still struggled to be civil to him. There was absolutely no reason for it to be true, and yet it was. Of course, his irritation at this fact probably made it even harder than the deep-seated discomfort Garkhen’s blue scales brought him.

And so, his visits were brief, with only few words exchanged. Really, he spent more time with Zakhin’Dakh. The big griffon was (grudgingly) allowed to leave the city to hunt—mostly because no one really wanted to try to feed him, rightly guessing it would be an expensive proposition. He was probably even more bored than Almonihah in the city, though, since they wouldn’t let him wander around and look at all the funny human things. So he would go out and hunt, then come back and sit in the courtyard, and watch the funny looks the soldier-people gave him.

At last, the word came that the healers would allow Garkhen to stand trial. The Captain of the Guard came to see them shortly after the Warder had rejoined his friends.

“I’m glad to see you on your feet,” he said to Garkhen, “And not just because we need to get this business behind us. I still remember the part you had in the battle here, and I’d like to see your name cleared.”

“Now, given you’re both foreigners, you probably don’t know about how trials here work. There’s a judge, of course, and he’s the one who’ll decide if you’re innocent or guilty. Usually your accusers would face you in front of the judge and accuse you, but, well… we can’t even find next-of-kind for these fellows, which helps your case a lot. None of those left alive on the scene are… trustworthy enough in the eyes of the law to speak, which means another judge will take the place of the accuser.”

“You’ll both have the chance to speak your piece, as well as respond to the accuser. Once everyone’s said all they can, the judge will deliver his verdict. Understood?”

Almonihah nodded, curtly, while Garkhen said, “Yes, I understand.”

The Captain nodded back. “Then let’s get you to the court.” 

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Apologies for the late, short post. I struggle at writing connective bits like this. 

Chapter 7-4

It took some work to find accommodations for Zakhin’Dakh. His scent spooked horses, and his size meant he needed a lot of space. In spite of Almonihah’s suggestions to the contrary, the Captain of the Guard insisted that the big griffon stay in Elifort, and so eventually they settled on having him stay in the courtyard of the former duke’s castle. Now that time had passed since the war, it was all but abandoned, with only a skeleton garrison to keep watch for squatters. These few soldiers seemed a bit nervous about Zakhin’Dakh’s presence, but accepted the arrangement without protest.

One very nervous day passed without much sign of stirring from Garkhen. Almonihah was restless the entire time, spending his time practicing archery and swordplay in the courtyard while Zakhin’Dakh (and a couple soldiers) watched on. He was all too aware of the amulet in his pack—which he never let out of his sight. He was even more aware that they’d never retrieved its warding box, for he remembered what had happened with Garkhen. So far he’d detected no sign of it influencing his thoughts… but that’s just what he’d think if it had.

Finally the next day the healers sent word that Garkhen was stirring. Almonihah came quickly, to find the half-blue dragon sitting in bed, wearily drinking some broth.

“You’re up, Blue,” Almonihah observed.

The Warder nodded slightly. “I have been informed that we are to stand trial as soon as I am well.”

“Yeah,” the Ranger replied.

For a while, silence reigned in the room. The two half-dragons looked at one another—Garkhen trying to read Almonihah’s expression, the Ranger silently struggling for words. Finally Almonihah just turned a left, leaving Garkhen to slowly shake his head and return to his broth.

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Sorry for the short post–this has not been a good writing week.