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Apollux:
Hahahahahaha I didn't know lady thorn already had so many admirers. Well it was inevitable in a way... Let me throw a few hints... Someone or some forces is/are really arranging things behind the scenes, guiding each events... But even that person /power will be surprised at the outcome, because other forces too are working on their own plans
Oh and a spoiler..... The real event of all these intrigue and intricacies, won't happen in MEMOIRS of BLOOD and STEEL, but on another story... Make una no vex o
I originally intended this to be a short story, but the story no gree short. It just continues to spew out more plots and counter plots.

Apollux:
“There is no gainsaying about it, she perished when the pirate captain that last bought her was slain. As much as I would wished otherwise, Meera is dead. “
“You seem so certain of that fact. “ Ruel spoke pointedly, his eyes looking at Jarrael. “Did you see her killed or did you bury her lifeless body? “
“What are you implying merchant? “
“That you sister didn’t die then, as a matter of fact she is very much alive. “
“Do not lie to me Ruel or else you will know that I don’t take jest lightly. “ Jarrael’s voice purred lowly as a wind viper on the trail of a tree rodent.
“Your sister is alive and that is not jest. She is closer to you than you can ever believe. I’m willing to lay down half of my wealth on a bet that I’m sure you have met her before. “
“Ruel you speak madness, speaking of my sister fondly won’t get you any favors from me. “
“Well I know that but still I will say the truth. “ Lifting up one of the silver coin he was counting, he gazed at the inscription on the head of it. “Isn’t there any woman you have met that has a hold on the softer part of your frozen heart? “
“None. I have no time for the softness of lust. All the women that had shared my bed and body where just for convenience, none matters to me. “
“So not even a single one have you loved, even if briefly? No one of them have cause a bit of tenderness in you? “
“There is none that I have felt any bit of tender for… “Jarrael stopped speaking abruptly. As much as he didn’t want to, his visage took on shocked expression as he faced the merchant.
“Yes she is the one. “ Ruel laughed quietly. “So I surmise that you know her. “

Apollux:
Hi guys, sorry an update may come later.
By the way does any one understand how the weekly story nomination thread works?
Well any one that feels any of my story worths been there should help me put it up for nomination... Thanks in advance

Apollux:
“So the baron killed your father not because he was a thief, Tarikh wouldn’t even care if the blade steal from everyone in Hocklam but because he interfered with the plans of the high priest and baron. The high priest ordered Tarikh to arrest your father and all members of your family. He was told to torture your father, to get him to reveal where the chest was hidden. He was to use your mother, you and your sister to force him to talk. Unfortunately it was just your parents that were caught, you and your sister escaped. It was clear your dad didn’t reveal the place he hid the chest. He was killed and your mother too. Also the thieves that brought the chest in the first place were all killed, to keep the truth about the chest a secret. I doubt the baron fully know what the whole thing is all about. He is a pawn in a much larger game.
“So your father didn’t die a thief but a hero, in the belief that he wanted to prevent a terrible civil war, and stop the continual rule of a tyrant. “
The room became silent and cold as Ruel stopped his long narration. But within Jarrael, a storm boiled.

Apollux:
When Jarrael looked into the open page, the words where written in hieroglyphs that are completely unfamiliar. He has seen his shares of ancient writings and robbed enough old catacombs with relics that can be traced to the early part of human civilization, yet none of those writing style is like this. The scrawls and inscriptions have very ancient characteristics but with a much modern outlook an feel. Jarrael felt the hairs on the nape of his neck standing, his body tensed. The writing generated a dark aura that bothered Jarrael, he doesn’t like the part things are beginning to take but he decided to be patient and play along.
“This Is a hand written copy from the Iron bound volumes of Rhammon I, the first of the priest-king of the lost city of Ankara, a city so ancient that it’s ruins Is buried below tones of earth. Even the city built over it too is in ruins. “ Hammering his index finger emphatically at the open scroll Ruel continued. “The volume of Rhammon contains the most ancient and accurate records of pre human and pre civilization histories. All other books, manuscripts and tomes are excerpt from Rhammon’s volumes. This scroll is the hundredth in a successive line of direct replica and repeated hand copies from the original source document . Diligently and carefully scribed by honest wise ones, chroniclers and sorcerers. This scroll is from a part of the manuscript of the beginning. Please patiently bear with me as I read the tales told from this writing. “

stephenGee12:
Thanks for the comment guy. It shows u are following

souloho19:
Bro been having electricity issues but would try to drop as many updates as possible today..
I jumped in when I did because I didn't want the thread to be dull and felt I could link well with were appolux stopped.
But the next writer myt have to take ova from Thur after all so lack of updates don't kill d thread