Battle of Breaking Iron

Father, what does that mark mean?

Clear Moon's youngest daughter, Liantha, pointed at her father's shoulder. In the flickering light of the hearth fire a scar was plainly visible, still red and raw from the branding. It was a sunburst as big as a ripe plum, with five triangular rays extending away from it. The old rider looked down at it and pushed aside his empty bowl of stew, nodding to his smiling wife.

"That's a long story, and my girls should be in bed soon. The sun's been down almost an hour now, and there's plowing to be done in the morning. I think I'm feeling tired too." He faked a yawn with one arm thrown back in a stretch behind him.

The three girls, the oldest only thirteen and the youngest six, all cried out together. "No, father, tell us! The sun's just now going down. Please!"

Clear Moon laughed and said, "All right, all right, I'll tell you, but story-telling is thirsty work..."

Liasta, the eldest, jumped up from her seat and ran into the kitchen after a tankard of beer.

"Hmm... well, mmm... thank you, but now I think my back is starting to feel a little sore."

Lianor, the middle child, leaped from the floor and stood behind her father and began rubbing his back with both hands.

"Good, ah... good. But now my lap seems terribly cold, even with this fire. What should I do about this?"

Liantha leaped onto her father's lap and hugged his chest fiercely, then looked up at him and said, "Please, father, tell us!"

"Yes, I think that's just about right. Now listen closely my girls, and I'll tell you all about how Shouting With Iron set to settle the score with Storm of Amber by waging war on the Marukan, and how he proved his honor without losing a single man entrusted to him, how the great champion Nameless Ravine received his sword from the young wizard Rivers Between Us, of the cunning of Leaf Shakes the Wind and the wisdom of Song of the Silver Wind, and all the brave men who guard Marukan while the old Mahekos watched and our allies folded their hands."

Clear moon took a deep draft from his tankard and began his story.

In A Quiet Place

The words in Old Realm had little meaning, and to the uninitiated it sounded like a halting child's school rhyme twisted into nonsense through repitition. Subtle flares of glowing essence snaked out of his mouth and twisted scurried down the speaker's arms, wrapping around his fingers for a moment before scurrying into the corners of the room and disappearing. The ritual completed, Amilar Vondy clasped his hands before himself and took his seat at the long table. In a gruff, breathy voice, he said, "We may speak freely now."

"Thank you." Yushoto Albia folded her gnarled hands before her and inhaled sharply. "I hope I don't need to remind you that information shared in this meeting is classified. The General Staff will be given a summary of our findings, but for the moment we first need to build a coherent picture of what actually happened. I would like to thank Karal Linwei for the superb reconnaisance work the First Field Force has provided us and Amilar Vondy for the information his gens has managed to filter out regarding the activities of the cult. Finally, Yushoto Tarkim has reports from a few of my directorates agents in the field as well."

In the caves beneath the old city of Lookshy, four children of the dragons bowed their heads respectfully to one another. No sound rose from the elegantly jade paneled walls, no echoes and no rasp of a passing breeze. No sounds left the small room, carved in the living granite, to whisper past ancient vaults and silent sentinels.

Yushoto Albia, director of Intelligence for the city of Lookshy, looked at her guests carefully for a moment. Her long, thinning hair, the bright orange of crisp leaves in the fall, was tied in a sever bun high on the back of her head, seeming to stretch tight the graying spruce green skin of her forehead. She pursed her lips and said, "Now, let us begin. What exactly happened at this little skirmish in the hills, and what does this have to do with the Mask of Winters?

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Heaven's Mandate