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It was a day near the change of winter into spring. The crisp cold air of the morning was interrupted intermittently by the occasional shower as clouds passed overhead, remnants of the previous night's rainstorm. Out on the streets of the city, people were starting to go about their daily business, crafting goods, buying and selling at the market, and waking up to the new day. There had been some troubles in the past, not that long ago, in fact. The ancient evil that now and again came to dwell in the mountains to the north had been imprisoned once more beyond the circles of the material world. That had been a chaotic and uncertain time, before the now Prince Garin defeated this evil again, and the populace had generally expected the situation to become peaceful again. And it did, to a degree, but not entirely. The alliance between the northeastern Orcs and the southern Men against the Hylar continued more or less as it had been, and the Empire had the resources to fight it, they did, and many of those who fell in the battles far from the city were even revived again, the power of the Imperial Archmage having set forth whom the halls of the dead could not keep from the priests who could raise the dead. In Elendell, it was peaceful, and life could go on in the same way as it had with occasional interruption for thousands of years. And yet, most of the populace knew somebody close to them who had fought in the wars, many knew somebody who had died in the wars, including those who had died and come back. But the mages of the Empire who made this peace possible were not the only mages in the world who wielded the power that they did, and the people knew that. Evil might be imprisoned, but what tendrils might it still have yet within the waking world?The city guard of Elendell was fairly zealous. The city had the wealth to maintain a fairly substantial number of guardsmen in addition to the levies of the Imperial Legion, and skill at arms was considered an art in its own. A guard of two-hundred in a city of twenty thousand was a fairly large number in told, although this did not count the garrison of the fortresses - both of them - that flanked the city's north side. That, and, of course, every able-bodied citizen in the entire city was a member of the militia, should an attack upon the city ever come.
The captain of the guard, for this reason, had the potential of a very large responsibility. Corim knew that in his heart - that if war ever came to Elendell's gates, it would be his task to raise the populace to battle, the very ones that were making their crafts and buying and selling goods at the marketplace this very morning - or, for that matter, studying in the University. But Corim did not imagine that he would be called upon to raise the militia today; this was about something different.
Aimienna, the daughter of the Emperor, intelligent, beautiful, kind, and well loved - especially by her husband Prince Garin - had left Corim a letter saying that she wanted to speak with him on a task that she hoped he would assist her in. She usually asked for things like this, rather than commanded them, and when she did give an order she stamped it with her Imperial seal. Otherwise, she just signed the letter with her name - no title, just her name, although nobody would mistake her signature for that of anybody but the Princess. It had something of a mesmorizing quality to it, as if it were some spell that she had learned, or devised, in her studies at the University and elsewhere. The letter had contained little specific: Aimienna was looking for somebody to help her with an 'infiltration job', wanting to get at an artifact in Jheridura, a city located a hundred leagues or so to the southwest across the plain, on the edge of the arid lands further to the southeast where the Sorcerer Kings of the Great Necromancer dwelt. There would 'likely be a fair bit of combat', she said. She didn't say what the artifact was, or why she wanted it, or whom it actually belonged to, although Lord Caradge, a powerful sorcerer in Jheridura whom Corim knew to be secretly aiding the Mannish side of the Alliance of Orcs and Men, was an obvious guess.
The meeting room of the city guard was located on the top floor in a tall building forming a great archway over the main south gateway into the city, before the Great Square in the center of the city. The room itself was higher than the city walls, and allowed viewing over them and over much of the city itself and of the mountains behind it, although this particular morning those mountains were enveloped in sullen clouds, and south of the city to the fields and woods that covered the vast plain in the shadow of the high peaks. Corim himself had little business this morning apart from the Princess' visit, which was hardly a chore: he had been friends with the woman for years, and she trusted him, probably the reason why she was coming to him to ask for help. The vagueness of the letter no doubt was in case it were intercepted. But she did like to keep secrets from her potential enemies, which were numerous enough: it was best if the enemy did not know, for instance, which military fronts had the Divine sanction that allowed the clerics to raise those fallen on the battlefield and which fronts did not. Aimienna much prefered to have an enemy waste time and resources slaughtering an army that could be revived from the dead afterwards than to suffer real losses that truly were lost.Corim spotted Aimienna walking up the steps on the east side of the arch, as if she had been in the one of the Temples earlier in the morning, wearing her simple light-blue gown that he had seen her in several times. She would be up in a moment; he could either wait for her or go out to greet her.
[This message has been edited by Beren V (edited 12-11-2006 @ 09:59 PM).]