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" Stormin again.... right about time" said the old man, his hands on the bar
table in front of him.

" Farmers need the rain... ever since the drought....Barmaid another mead
please, Its thirsty travellers you dont have, just me and my long
stories...." The old man began to ramble on about times of Red dragons and
silver serpents, of great mammels from the forests of yore, about mythical
spirits, traversing the plains of time. His eyes never wandering from the
small crwod of children, even a few adults had joined in at listening to the
old bard, his great beard proving his worth, as the dwarves say. more to
come, as the computer is in use for other things
Several moment later. The pretty Barmaid travelled back to the old man, her hands clutching a tray
of Mulled Mead, that he was so fond of. The tray contained a few apples,
plentiful since the drought had ceased and the farmers feilds had grown to
twice the sizes, as well as a few hunks of bread and cheese. The old man
nodded and smiled, but not leaving the crowd waiting he began to talk again.

" You kids today, even you adults never lived through the Chaos years, back
when we didnt have this so called Emperor, back when the feilds were triple
the sizes, and man need not fear of Inquistiors or Fanatical clerics. Back
when a man was a man, not a man and a soldier. Sure we had to fight when
times got rough, but not at the rate to-" The old man was cut off, the
children all silenced and looked to the door.

" Bard Theikessen of Thypia, You are under arrest by the will of the Emperor
and his Inquisition, if you follow without hesitation, we will put that at
your trial, and your sentence will be lighter." A dark man stood at the
door, dressed in a cloak with silver trim and a badge signalling himself as
a high ranking inquisitor, he smiled smugly as if he preformed some great
deed by capturing the bard, as if the old man was so important to his
vision.

"And what is the Charge... and the punishment, your name as well, but I have
a few choice words to call you if you dont answer me" The old man grinned
and lowered his hands as if to tell his listeners to attack the men, but as
he saw, a few more knights joined the inquisitor and they were armed to the
teeth, swords and halbards, even a great war mace hung at one of the mans
sides.

"Heresy, punishable by torture and death, blasphemy against his most Holy
Emperor, punishable by slow agonizing death and starting a riot... 500 gold
coins. And my name is of no importance to you." The man admired the bards
spirit, but as the charges were laid, he knew the bard would even get the
children into fighting for him, as what happened years ago at his home of
Typhia.

The bard looked around to see several of the males drawing swords out
slowly, the knights shifted and drew out their own weapons, and stalked over
to the Bard, children grabbing everything from timbers made leaps,
attempting to attack the knights, just to defend the Bard that told them
stories.The males had took up fighting stances and fully drawn their swords.
The bard lowered his hands and the men that had been armed, and the kids
that were, all dropped their own weapons and sat down as if by command. The
knights ready to fight children, now looked to see some of them drift off to
sleep. The men dropped their weapons on the ground and fell into a deep
sleep as if a spell had been placed over them all, in the matter of seconds,
even the cute barmaid and the bartender had fell at their posts.. Even the
knights fell to their knees and began to sleep like the children. The only
ones awake were the Bard, the Inquisitor and one of the persons at the
counter.

" Farius.... you know that your spells have a great effect, but why did you
drag it out, they could have thralled to our side and we could have gained
souls for the great furnace..."

A female voice was now added to the din, her eyes cut across to the
inquistor and she smiled devishly.

The Inquisitor grabbed a mace at his side and held it high. His mouth
whispering prayers and silent blessings. The women stood up and appeared in
front of the man, so fast that he stumbled, dropping the mace at his side to
the floor, his strength qualed and he was lifted to the air. The Bard
shrugged and grabbed a few of the children and ran out the door. The
Inquisitor watched in horror as the female began to levitate those asleep
out the door and from what he could see was a black coach. The female then
took her hood of and laughed as the man began to scream...

"LOTHENA..MISTRESS OF DEMONS AN-"

The Inquisitor was immediatly engulfed in flames, and his body crashed to
the floor, after much of his skin was burnt away, a red demon leaped away
and crawled over to the coach and leapt into the back. Lothena only watched
and smiled as the once proud Firewater Inn burned to the ground, her smile
turned into a gasp as a single knight woke from the flames and tredged out
of the now ruined and enflamed door. The knight wore the plate mail armor,
but it should have melted the man inside. The knight simply looked at
Lothena and laughed, laughed so hard that even she Lothena Queen of the
Deamon armies shuddered in fear. The knight grabbed his weapons, and his
sheild and walked out of the inn, his very hair alight with fire, and all he
did was laugh till a torrential rain hit him and the very steam rised off
him, as if he walked out of the Great Furnace of Khorne, but he simply drew
his hammer, saluted the man on the Coach and outstretched his hand, and the
driver instantly was vaporized, the Knight kept laughing and went nearer and
nearer to Lothena till he was face to face and eyes now apparent red roamed
all over her face.

Lothena awoke to her most trusted aide Sethena attempting to wake her....

" Only a Dream......but a Vision no less... the Vision....."