When the orcs of Crownila destroyed Highcoin fort the never thought the city had a mine.


The Arcane citadel needs the map and the ghost.

Now the desert orcs are aware of the mine of Highcoinfort but the need the map to it.
Halmond has the map but know not where it leads because it was all coinish,being the last thing old Tialus Bloodsong left for him, he finds it hard to discard it.



The dragon of firemount a town east of highcoinfort is dead. And it gold and treasure is up for grab but...





Standby as i take you round the world of Seadom for an action packed fantasy story.

copyright: ©Menewe Daniel.
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Disclaimer: This work is purely fictional.
Any resemblance to persons either living
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Updates will be popping as the spirit and being leads.
Call our friends and family for this one is going to be strong.
Am a budding writer and i hope and wish your constructive critism will help me be a better writer.
Remember "its all fantasy."

The dead of old sir Tialus came as a shock to everyone opportune to know him.
A good man indeed he was, but the fact that he lived and became the grand chief of Rockwind will make his burial a secret one.


His body shall be escorted to the Mountain of Grandend were his corps will be put to rest by the order of The Grandend.
The people of rockwind for a long time have never had a Grand chief,
so the thought of the perilous journey never came up.


Today a meeting has been called, were all the chiefs are delibrating on the way forward because should the body of the old Grandchief stay longer than five days then the STORIES shall come true.


Myths and legends has it that a long time ago when Rockwind had their first Grand chief, the process in which the Grand chief was ordained made the Arcane citadel come for his soul.
They came and absolved the soul but a lot of people died for the magic was to strong.


The meeting dragged on as they continued contemplating.
"we have no one to take the grand body to the grandend, hmmm! I smell doom" putted in a chief almost as old as Tialus.
The gathering was silent as though someone never spoke.
"today makes it a day since old Tialus died. Yesterday in my sleep i had a dream were i saw the chief mounted on his horse looking down at me and smiling,just when i was about to smile back, a dragon from the East devoured him with its flames." narrated another chief with big eyes bulging as he looks on.

"Useless dream kon, a very useless dream that was. We have for days befor those Soul sniffing bastards from the citadel come for the soul of our dead grand chief.
All you can narrate or say is all about dreams." chief tyer bellowed.
It was now normal for kon and tyer to alwasys have misunderstandings during meetings because when they were young men.
Kon married the very damsel tyer so much loved but never openly let the fair beauty know.


"for now the body remains fresh because of the powers keeping it so.but soon the power will glow out and the citadel shall know that a Grandchief is dead" said chief Bariactes who has been silent all these while, standing up he began"the tales of the Bravery of Halmond the son of..."his voice trails of as he tried to remember the son of whom Halmond was"i guess my memory is failing me but by the break of dawn i shall go insearch of him, i know and believe he can help our cause But..." looking at each chief eyeball to eyeball as he turns round like some one smithed with the curse of disorder."your purse, my purse, our purse shall loose some weight..."


"if that is what it takes to take these impending doom from us, then so be it.' kon cutted in.


"if Gold is the language Halmond understands then we shall speak in his tongue... Chicken hearted indigens of rockwind are a disgrace to us all...i fear for the future."

Said tyer.


"my dear fear stricken chiefs,even as i am also afraid of what shall befall us." stretching his hand to Tyer the standing chief gesticulated"speak the language of Gold so that i shall transfer it to Halmond, hundred pure coin gold each!" he exclaimed.


And just like magic, it worked.
Every chief in the gathering parted with a hundred gold coin. And at the end of the collection a thousand and five hundred gold coin was collected.


"i shall depart at dawn and all you should pray that your language of gold is understood by Halmond." he gathered the coin in a piece of white clothe and tied it round firmly.
"i take my leave" with that he walked out of the meeting with their golg,hope and faith.
After some moments of silence, others began leaving one after the other until it was left with only one chief who was as old as old sir Tialus.

In the silence of the hall he chuckled to himself and the silence.

Apollux come put mouth for this matter. At last the fantasy genre are begining to pop out.

meneski:
Apollux come put mouth for this matter. At last the fantasy genre are begining to pop out.

... Bros thanks for being the ftc. Welcome chairman! I noticed that you are also a fantasy writer(ur signature)

Medieval:
... Bros thanks for being the ftc. Welcome chairman! I noticed that you are also a fantasy writer(ur signature)

... Thank you my brother*sits on the chair of the chairman beaming with smile. *


yes you are right my guy...u see that Apollux way i mention so, that guy na confirm fantasy writer. Him world na superb.



All ye writers and readers of fantasy (or anything) i summon you now, answer the call make una come boast the morale of this our guy.
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Medieval:
... Bros thanks for being the ftc. Welcome chairman! I noticed that you are also a fantasy writer(ur signature)

Lol, yea science fiction and fantasy are two areas in literature section we don't have good writers for, that is one reason I used thesse two genres as my debut on nairaland literature section.
As for the writer, good imaginative story line with lots of open potential to create great plots twists and amazing story line.
But just an advice, don't just tell the story straight, tell and describe the events, let the events tell the story. It brings ur readers into the story and allow them to follow you with their imaginations.
However it's a good story.
Meneski, spam bot never let me post new updates for Marvel Chronicles 2 o

Apollux:

Lol, yea science fiction and fantasy are two areas in literature section we don't have good writers for, that is one reason I used thesse two genres as my debut on nairaland literature section.
As for the writer, good imaginative story line with lots of open potential to create great plots twists and amazing story line.
But just an advice, don't just tell the story straight, tell and describe the events, let the events tell the story. It brings ur readers into the story and allow them to follow you with their imaginations.
However it's a good story.
Meneski, spam bot never let me post new updates for Marvel Chronicles 2 o

This ur spam bot war is be-cumming hard. Ehm medieval don't worry with this bro by urside, you are bound to follow the ladder.

Apollux:

Lol, yea science fiction and fantasy are two areas in literature section we don't have good writers for, that is one reason I used thesse two genres as my debut on nairaland literature section.
As for the writer, good imaginative story line with lots of open potential to create great plots twists and amazing story line.
But just an advice, don't just tell the story straight, tell and describe the events, let the events tell the story. It brings ur readers into the story and allow them to follow you with their imaginations.
However it's a good story.
Meneski, spam bot never let me post new updates for Marvel Chronicles 2 o

Thank you sire, pls a link to ur stories on here will be appreciated my Lord.

meneski:
This ur spam bot war is be-cumming hard. Ehm medieval don't worry with this bro by urside, you are bound to follow the ladder.

Thanks sir Meneski.

meneski:
... Thank you my brother*sits on the chair of the chairman beaming with smile. *


yes you are right my guy...u see that Apollux way i mention so, that guy na confirm fantasy writer. Him world na superb.



All ye writers and readers of fantasy (or anything) i summon you now, answer the call make una come boast the morale of this our guy.
Were them?
Tuhndhay
summerlame
surestG
Alexblazzzer
Andrewdg
dapsi
samuelturner
Divepen1
abelosas222
Darkhors3
1mmanuel
Nevetsibot
WHIZKIDEFE.





Oya make una carry una squad come here abeg and sharparly sharparly.

Don Meneskia, i don show o.

WHIZKIDEFE:
Don Meneskia, i don show o.

You are sighted bro. Welcome, abeg dis our bro need morale. Make poweram up.

The town Inasta shares the same boundary with Rockwind.
The two towns main occupation was fishing and farming which produces the food consumed by Dawnfort which is a city.


The morning was begining to take shape and a certain man woke up on the wrong side of the bed,his face was moody and a banging headache was busy ravaging his temple.
His blond hair was all curlly and rough due to the hot and aggresive sex he had with a tarven girl who followd him home the night before this morning.



Standing up from the bed he walked uncladed towards the only window in his room,he could hear the chatering noises made outside and the beats of beast of burden's hooves.



"its a new day " he muttered to himself.
So many things were running through his head causing the pain in it to intensify.
The thought of begining a new day with nothing but three copper coins was really making him sick.
He had spent a lot of hard earned gold coins yesterday in the name of enjoying himself, bought mead for every body in the tarven yesterday.
For no good reason he was really happy yesterday but after the marathon with the sleeping beauty yesterday, his dreams got him scared.


The truth be told, he fears no one and a lot of coins that he has earned and squandered in his livetime were either for a job welldone in the arena were he fights for the chinks of coins or by freelancing.

The thought of fighting or going up against a dragon scares him so much that he felt disgusted at the thought of him Halmond Freepunch being scared.
The rolling of the damsel on the bed drew him out of his thoughts,
he threw a glanc at her sexy body and got glued, the thought of the nights sex began pouring in as a smile escaped his lips, giving his oval face a mischivious look.



A knock sounded from his wooden door and again the sound came again signifying how impatient the person on the other side was.


"krik its to early for a visit please" he shouted towards the door.
It was Kriks nature to be always impatient at everything, just like the very barbarian he is.
This time the knock came harder than before.


"Krik i swear by the white one, am gonna slith your throat!" Halmond swore as he walked towards the door that was enduring Krik Doomsword's hard knock.
"Krik you should always think about your life before upsetting me." Halmond warned before opening the door in one swing not minding his state of no clothes on.



Krik looked at him smiling from mouth to ear showing a missing front tooth.
His face was covered with black beards same colour with his hair, his eyes also as dark as his hair.



"And this is the smile you give me before i punch your sorry face right Krik?"


"oh come on! My dear Halmond its only a goodmorning i have come to say... Besides you were the man yesterday"

Halmond knows all of Krik's tricks.
But one thing was sure Krik respects him so much that there was a case when a man would have parted with his heard for speaking ill of Halmond in Kriks presence, it took the combine effort of Halmond and Jermorn the halfelf to restrain krik.
The man escaped that day but Halmond was suprise when three days later he saw the man at the healer's.
Krik is a great warrior from the barbarian island clan of Qrat, was born and bred in the violent war mongering island. At the time of the wars of the three clans of the Island Qrat,Blagelm and Gacuk over who was going to ascend the Barbaric throne. Krik fought side by side with his father Doomsword and right before his eyes Doomsword was beheaded by the enemy. It hurts Krik that the very Slayer of his Father was now the Barbaric ruler of the three clans. It was after the wars that krik embarked on a journey out of Qrat and came to Inasta which was were krik,Halmond and Jermorn became tight friends.



"can a friend come in?" krik asked still smilling.
Halmond took his hand off the door and Krik walked in.
The girl on the bed all this while was putting on her clothe so as Krik came in she briskly walked out.


"A strong damsel she is, i must confess!" Krik esclaimed


"how"


"to have f+c+ed the poo out of you, leaving you senslessly uncladed. Only a strong power can do that to the great Halmond" he said laughing.

"yes funny, so why are you her Krik? I know its not for the strenght of a woman, have you seen Jermorn this morning?"


"no, the last time i saw him yesterday he nearly crawling home, halfelf forgot his bow,qiuver and sword.
Halmond you nearly killed us all yesterday"


"so why the morning disturb?"


"...those coins you were throwing around yesterday....any left over for Krik?" krik asked


"i knew it!" Halmond scufed, when about to beg Krik smiles. Halmond strided towards the bed and took his purse,showed it to krik"its only copper coins dear friend"


"i could manage it Freepunch, i really need those coins"


"What for?"

"help a friend and forget the rest dear friend" he said as he walks towards Halmond to collect the purse, just then another knock sounded prompting harlmond to fall his hand to Kriks disappointment.


This time the knock was a calm one, grabing his leather trouser and was putting it on"and thats how humans knock on doors not some barbarian from some Fu**ing island who always believe in force" after buckling his belt he walked towards the door with the purse in his hand. The knock came again.
"Who will that be?" Halmond ask as he opened the door.
The figure standing in his door way suprised him...

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The last time he saw this face was a long time ago when he took a job of escorting a noble to the Elven city of Blashdell.
He took a deep breath as the escapades of the sour mission flashed through his memory.


"it wasn't difficult tracing you... Halmond freepunch." the figure announced.
"what brings your old bones, Hasga Winterscribe to my unhidden abode?" Halmond shot back.
The old man who was wearing a brown long sleeved tunic and a dark trouser with a satchel hanging around his weak shoulders.
He let a sigh that saw his shoulders carved down in a down casted manner.

"i was hoping to recieve a grand welcome from you but i guess i came at the wrong time.can you atleast let my weary bones in?" the old visitor pleaded.

"Those weary and unhinged bones of yours ought to be resting beneath some heavy pile of dust, along with your old friends."


"They refuse to go beneath some sands as you can see and that friend of mine is the bane behinde my trip here"

Halmond on hearing the last statement felt some chill sensation surge through him.

"can i come in?"
Halmond stepped aside as the old visitor walked in to meet the unfriendly stare of Krik, Halmond closed the door and walked pass his visitor, gestured at him to sit on a nearby wooden chair.


"An old man with a satchel, you are some kind of wizard? Can you change three copper coins into Gold coins?" krik asked the old man.

"had that been possible, i don't think i will have ventured into these hostile vicinity" throwing a quick glance at the calm but calculative Halmond.
"then what do you carry inside that satchel?" krik asked.

"Halmond the chief your old friend and mine is death!" Hasga announced while he ignored Krik's question and piercing stare.
These words were like nothing to krik but meant a whole lot to Halmond.
The chief was a great friend and mentor of his but along the line their relationship headed south when Halmond mistakenly killed the chief's son when his employer was attacked on their way to the Elven city.
The bandits attacked the single caravan conveying a Noble, Halmond fought them off, all four of them leaving two dead and two escaped.
Among the dead was the late chief's son. After the job,he told his tale to his mourning friend-Old Tialus and there and then did he realize the done deed was on a friends family.


"you come here to announce the death of some...old miserable chief i don't..."

"enough!" Halmond ordered Krik to silence.
"His not some miserable chief and mind you tongue krik, the visitor is here to see me and not you." Halmond rapped


"wow that was hot man! Don't worry Halmond i am going to sit my A$$ down and say no more." krik knows better than to provok the apparantly angry Halmond.



"he died a grand chief and can't be buried at rock wind, the council sent me to employ you to escort the dead to Grandend"


"he died a grand chief....hmmmm must have really lived long, now thats some perilous $h*t you want me to embark on, why will i even want to help you?"


"because its time to pay the debt" looking at halmond straight in the eyes with those weak eyes that seem to have found their vibrance."And many will die if the citadel gets to his body in three days time"

The uneasy movements of krik's body as he fears to speak was all visible same as the atmospher in the room was tense.
"The citadel are part of this! Thats some really raw powers i don't possese And i will need my crew by my side can you affored the price?" Halmond asked, allowing his love for money cloud over his responsibility to the old Tialus.
The satchel dropped on the floor leaving some chinking sound in its wake.
"a thousand and five hundred golds are in there, it is all the council has got"


the amount announced was to much for krik to bear and keep shut as he unleashed his tied tongue.
"no ordinary satchel that was! I can smell gold from a far distance. Don't worry old man the cursed body of you chief shall be taken from your people and..."


"krik! Here is the three copper coin" handing the pouch to Krik.


"oh freepunch, don't do this to me, you know we are into this together, why offer me some dead copper coin? Besides you side you were going to work with your CREW, I believe Jermorn and i are the crew. Any other crew of yours must be slain by my sword, i swear it."


"then shut your c**t hole and let me discuse" Halmond ordered, he was used to Krik's running mouth, had krik not been a man of valor he would had have to connection with the Barbarian.


"sure freepunch am gonna shut it up!" krik said.


"deal or no deal?"asked the old visitor, he knew the money offered was an enticing one and difficult to reject plus Halmond and Tialus history.


"four strong horses should be ready and waiting for us at rock wind,our food and..."


"all that shall be taken care of" interupted the old visitor

"then we have a deal!" halmond exclaimed"expect my crew in rockwind on the morrow."


standing up Hasga began "Halmond Freepunch thank you and i shall be on my way to await your arrival." with that he draged himsef outside.


Halmond stood, picked the satchel,felt its weight and nodded

"you,i and Jermorm, who the f**k is the fourth bastard?" krik asked
"shut up krik"

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the imagination being depicted is fantastic... I hope you will finish this oo

update is here.

Wow! Thank you guys... Our story just hit the front page. Thank you all so much.

A Song of Fire and Ice comes to mind.

I just saw this on fp, most times I just glance over the stories but the title caught me 'A song of Gold and Blood'





And I wasn't disappointed, keep it up more ink to your pen