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The Reckoning pg.6As soon as the king uttered those two words, the giant guard attacked with an unearthly speed. Fortunetly, Demaskus was no sloth himself. He dodged the giant’s swing with god like speed. Then, with a single swing, he severed the guard’s arm. The odd thing about the wound was that it didn’t bleed at all. Not even a drop came from the wound. The fight had ended as quickly as it had begun. As they took the guard back to the medical chamber, Demaskus questioned the king. “Why did his arm not bleed?” “I did not mention what the sword does. They don’t call it the ‘Sheroken of Fire’ for nothing. The sword, when wielded by somThe Reckoning pg.6
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The Reckoning pg. 5A few moments after the king yelled, a guard walked in to the hall. The guard was so immense, that if he were outside, he would blot out the sun. The guard was covered in Plate Mail and wielded a claymore that was as big as he was. “How am I supposed to beat him if I don’t have a weapon, or even armor?” Demaskus queried. “Don’t be so hasty. If you will calm down and have patience, I will send for the goodliest weapons and armors of my royal armory. If you wish, I can have one of my servants retrieve your old Royal Guard armor,” stated the king in a calm almost sarcastic voice. “Your still holding on to my old Royal GuaThe Reckoning pg. 5
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The Reckoning pg.4The Royal Guards escorted Demaskus to the doors of the kings throne room. The doors were so monsterous that they had to be pushed open by three guards on each door. The throne room itself was as breath taking as the doors. The roof must have been at lest twenty feet high. The length of the room was nearly twenty strides long. It was truly a site to see. As Demaskus made his way toward the thrown, he noticed the king was sitting in his throne, watching Demaskus’ every step. “So why did you summon me here, my lord?” questioned Demaskus. “I called you here because I know of your past as a Royal Guard-“ “I know I was a RoyThe Reckoning pg.4
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The Reckoning pg.3Across town at the Temple of Ire, Demaskus was preparing for the upcoming Feats Of The Kings. He was just leaving the temple when a couple of Royal Guards marched up to him. “Sir Demaskus, the king requests your presence at his castle at once,” one of the guards decreed. “Well, you can tell the king I am busy at the moment. Tell him I will meet with him tomorrow,” replied Demaskus without skipping a beat. “You must not have heard me very clearly,” the same guard said, raising his voice a bit higher. “I said he requests you go now.” “And you must not have heard me very clearly,” Demaskus reiterated. “I saidThe Reckoning pg.3
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