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Vaughn McLelland
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The village of Stanlow is a small one, even by Arcadian standards. All of its buildings were wood or simple stone. There weren't even Arcane streetlamps there, save for outside the inn. The Stanlow inn was about the only thing in Stanlow of note. It was a ten-bed inn and was one of two businesses in Stanlow. The other was the simple Stanlow General Store, which sold basic traveling supplies and the occasional Arcane Item. The rest of the village were farmers, woodcutters, and a single doctor. About one-to-two hundred Arcadians call this village thirty miles east of Ardale home normally.
And today, it was not normal. Maybe fifty were alive—and that number was dropping. A day and a half had passed since it attacked. It was reportedly the City-Slayer, the King of Death, the Emperor of Destruction, He Who Brings Oblivion. All of those were some of the many titles given to it. No one in Stanlow dared to speak its name, and none of the few helping hands there dared ask any more than they had to. Even if it were not it, it was obvious what had happened here. Two massive footprints and two matching hand, or rather—claw, prints were the only evidence needed. One didn't need to see the smoldering remains of tens of homes. One didn't need to see the bones that had been covered, chared muscle still clinging. All you had to do was look at those four marks to know a dragon had attacked.
Vaughn McLelland sat inside his wagon, drumming his fingers across his oak desk. He was reading a book—one about it no less—and enjoying a bowl of Archeomelo. When he was ready for another bite of the tangy yet sweet fruit, he impaled a piece with an steel toothpick with the precision and grace of a man who had much skill with a blade. Vaughn's form sat in a bored slump. This was the third or fourth time he's read the book and the second time today. On the back of his chair was a scarlet cloak which an emblem stitched into it piece-by-piece. It was a mask and two crossed swords beneath it. Most Arcadians knew it as the symbol of the Invisible Knights.
The Invisible Knights were a guild meant to fight. They were knights, as if the title wasn't obvious enough, and they were proud of it. They fought with honor and dignity. The Invisible Knights had been around for many years, and they were easily one of the strongest guilds in Arcadia. Vaughn was their leader, but he was not helping the reconstruction effort outside. Instead, he was preparing himself for whatever futile defense he'd have to come up with to save the people from it—if it came back.
"It's just not right..." Vaughn spoke up while chewing a glob of the fruit. And Vaughn wasn't entirely wrong. It wasn't right. What wasn't? Well, simply put, the destruction—or rather, the lack thereof. If it was really it, there should be nothing of this place left. And yet, there were survivors. A lot of them, initially. Had the Invisible Knights not been bogged down by mud, maybe more would have survived. Vaughn heard the roll of distant thunder and sighed as he closed the book. "Might as well see who has passed in this hour."
Only about fifteen men were up and about. Another five slept in another wagon—the night guard. Three of the fifteen men were stationed at various points in the village as lookouts. Four were still sifting through debris, seeing who else might have survived. Seven were busy tending to wounds—much to no avail, as they were all ill-equipped for actual healing. The last man was watching the weather from the Stanlow Inn's porch. That was Chevalier Forenzo, one of the strongest members of the Invisible Knights and the co-commander of this operation.
Vaughn decided to talk to him first, as all information would be given to the field commander first. Forenzo nodded in acknowledgement as the guild master arrived. "How many?" Vaugh asked, his tone knowing. Forenzo hesitated a moment. "Two. Probably three soon. If the assistance we requested doesn't arrive within the next hour, that is." There was a bit of spite in Forenzo's tone with that last bit, as if he were saying the name of someone who didn't hold the door open on a rainy day. "Faith, Forenzo. I have requested but the finest of healers. They are not too far off, but still they are farther off than we were." Forenzo just gave a sound of acknowledgement, still annoyed.
It was then that a figure appeared in the distance, along the only road that ran through the town. A single figure, it seemed. One of the knights on lookout ran back to the inn, saluted to Vaughn in surprise, and told him. "I think our reinforcements are here, sir." "I told you, Forenzo. Faith." Vaughn spoke with a smile, a smug one at that. Forenzo grunted and rolled his eyes.
As the woman neared, the knight that was on lookout whistled. She could not be more than thirty yards away when that happened. "Ain't she a beauty." Vaughn stepped down from the porch, placed a hand on the knight's shoulder, and spoke without looking at him. "If you wish to keep your lips, I advise you to act more proper when in the presence of such a lady." Vaughn kept up a warm, welcoming smile as he stepped forward, knelt down and kissed the lady's hand.
"You must be Lady..." Vaughn looked up to her, and got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. Even though she had been walking for god-knows how long, she was stunning. Part of it was, of course, the massive bosom in Vaughn's face, but even beyond that there was a beauty she had. It caught Vaughn off-guard for a moment, and he actually hesitated. "Lady Aranhartte. Thank you for answering our request. I wish we could have met under different circumstances."
"Please, this way." Vaughn led Lillianna to the inside of the inn—the only building with enough of a roof to house the few survivors. "These are all that have survived so far. As you can tell," he spoke in a low tone, "most of their wounds are burns. They claim it was..." Vaughn inhaled sharply and whispered the name that no one dared speak, "Endellion."
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