Tales of Zalonia: First Age 4

Zalonia - First Age 4

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Isgard walked toward the edge of town and looked across the barren wastes. He could feel fear grip him without the comfort of his master being around. He felt angry with himself for needing Agonis to make him feel safe. He soon returned to the inn and went to sleep.

It was early morning, and it seemed like the whole village had woken up, as people out going about their business.  Agonis and his servants walked up the street searching for the village doctor. People who walked by gave them suspicious looks as if they weren’t supposed to be there.

“It seems this town has grown paranoid. Can’t say as if I blame them with what has been going on.” Agonis said. He was accustomed to not being wanted since he was a Knight of the White Rose. Many people didn’t like the knights because they represented war. The knights were trained to ignore the sneers from the common people and were taught that they represented the highest honor.

They came upon a house that was larger than the rest. It was two stories tall and was made of white stone. Agnois knew that only the richest of people could live in a two-story home such as this. There were various flowers that decorated the pathway up to the stone stairs that lead to the porch. The grass was greener here than it was in most places in the village, and Agnois guessed that servants were hired specifically for the job of hauling water.

This was where he was told the doctor lived. He was rather surprised, as where he came from, doctors generally didn’t live in this kind of luxury. These kinds of houses were reserved for village leaders and nobles. He walked up to the porch and knocked on the front door.

A well-dressed man answered and beckoned him in. The inside was large with a shiny wooden floor and a solid large table. There were plants hanging from the ceiling and on the walls. A woman entered the room dressed in a white robe that flowed down to her ankles. Agonis was taken back by her beauty with her wavy golden hair and curvy body. He knew by her white robe that she was a healer.

“Greetings, my name is Arlina. To whom do I owe the pleasure?” The lady said, her voice was a tad deeper than Agonis was expecting, but still beautiful… almost seductive.

“I am Sir Agonis from the land of Nagur. The pleasure is all mine.”

“From Nagur huh? You have traveled from a far. I hope you have found rest and comfort in Red Tree. Although, I must admit, the village has seen better days.”

Agonis nodded, “So, I have heard. We were on our way to Tarvon when we were passing through here. Upon our arrival, we heard of troubles within the village with citizens breaking out in scales and becoming stronger than usual.”

Arlina frowned, “It is true. I would say once or twice a week an incident occurs.”

“Can you tell me more about this my lady?”

“Garvin, fetch the gentleman a seat, make it a comfortable one.” The man who had answered the door quickly left the room and returned carrying a large cushioned chair. “Have a seat Sir Agonis. There is much to tell.”

Agonis sat down while his servants stood in back of him. Arlina took a chair herself and began the story. “It was a few months ago when the strange events began to take place. The first person to be affected was the village shoemaker. I remember it clearly. At first, it seemed like a normal day, as everyone went about their business. I was treating patients like normal when the shoemaker came to me. He told me that his skin had a green tint to it.

“I examined him closer and saw what appeared to be green patches on his back. I had never seen anything like it before. I gave him some herbs which I use to treat the skin and sent him on his way. Night came and suddenly there was commotion going on out in the village. I went out to see what was going on and the shoemaker was in the street yelling in some unknown language. His skin was covered in green scales. A couple of guards came out to restrain him, but he grabbed them and tossed them several feet in the air.

“After a minute or two, he ran off into the night, never to be heard from again. Since then, similar incidences have occurred with 13 villagers. The guards just keep their distance now and let the victims run off. The victims sometimes damage village property and even harm other villagers. I’m not sure what to do. The shoemaker was the only one who came to me before the outbreak, so I haven’t been able to examine anyone else before the transformation.”

Agonis pondered all this information. “Have all the incidents occurred at night?”

“They have, always when the green moon is at its brightest.”

“Yes, the green moon. I have heard that the green moon is a symbol of a plague.”

“That is correct, and being the village’s healer, it makes me feel responsible. I can’t even tell if it is something contagious or even figure out where this thing starts at.”

“Well, let’s try to figure out if these 13 people have had anything in common. Did they visit the same area during the day? Did they know the same people? What did they eat?”

“I have often asked that, but it is hard to get that information when they just run out of town and disappear. We have no idea where they go. Some people have looked for them the next day but found nothing. Even our trackers are running into dead ends. It’s like they just vanish and leave no trace behind.”

“So, you don’t have any leads to go on at all?”

“Well, there is one thing,” Arlina paused for a moment as if she were trying to figure out how to put it in words. “Early in the morning, on the days that there is an outbreak, there is an eerie mist that rolls into the village.”

Agonis stared at her in terror, “This has happened before. When I was a child, I had heard rumors about a village called Sanctity. The city would fill with a morning mist; however, that is all that can be remembered about that village. It simply vanished, as if it never existed. Not a person in that village has been remembered, and all its recorded history was wiped out. It cannot be found on any map. People only remember the name of the city and that there was a mist. Knowledge of where it was, how it got there, was just somehow wiped out.”

Tales of Zalonia: First Age 2


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The skies drew dark, as Agonis travelled through the barren waste. There was a great evil upon the land that was greater than anything in recorded history. The entire continent of Zalonia had become a war zone, and it seemed that there were traitors on all sides.

“Would you two hurry up?” Agonis called to his servants, who carried many of his belongings.”

“But master, we need to rest,” said the one named Isgorn. “We have been carrying your belongings all day and are losing strength.

Agonis felt furious, but at the same time, he thought his servant might be right. All Agonis had to carry was a sword, armor, and a shield. “You may rest, but only for a half hour. We must make haste. Tarvon needs my leadership and protection before they fall.”

“We understand my lord,” his other servant Lande replied. Agonis had just hired Lande to be his servant and a good servant he was. He never complained or got in the way, unlike Isgorn. “How much further my lord?”

Agonis looked out across the fields and replied, “We will take shelter tonight, and from there it should be less than a day’s journey.” Agonis had started out on this quest five days prior in a hamlet called Nagur. Nagur was the closest village to the largest city in Zalonia called Ruinoneo. Ruinoneo was a mysterious place itself because no one could live there and survive. There was some kind of magic about the city that drove away all kinds of beings with the exception of the gargoyle-like niceans.

He could feel himself grow weary from traveling such a distance. Warriors usually didn’t travel far due to their large size and equipment they carried, but Agonis had to make an exception. A large band of creatures called dorzins were making their way from the south in order to attack Tarvon. The inhabitants of Tarvon did not know battle, as it was one of the few places that hadn’t fallen to the troubles.

Dorzins were a vicious species that were populating Zalonia at an accelerated rate. They had extra long fingernails that were pointed and practically unbreakable. They walked in a crouching position, appearing as if they were about to jump. Dorzins were agile and could move very fast, but they never used weapons besides their claws. Most people believed that they were the offspring of the Soul Chaser, the son of the Creatress.

Agonis was skilled in combat and had battled the dorzins on a few occasions. They didn’t give him an easy fight, but fortunately, their flesh was soft and easily pierced with the sword.

After resting, they continued and soon came upon a small village that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Agonis had never heard of this village and assumed that it was one of the many isolated villages scattered throughout Zalonia.

Upon arriving at the village, they found two guards stationed on the outskirts.

One of them spoke in a stern commanding voice, “What is your business with Red Tree?”

Agonis guessed that Red Tree was the name of the village. “We have come from a far and are traveling to Tarvon. We seek rest for the night.”

The guards face didn’t budge, “I would come here and be gone immediately in the morning. Strange things have been happening around here lately.”

Agonis was curious, “What kind of strange things?”

“People have been waking up with their skin breaking out and run the streets mad. However, they are not sick, but their skin turns green, as they break out in scales. They lose their minds and become much stronger.”

“I have never heard of such a thing, what is causing it?”

“That I can’t tell you. It has been going on the last several weeks. It has happened to six people so far, and they have all had to be put to death.”

“Has anyone investigated these matters?”

The guard paused, “The village magician and doctor have been trying to figure out what is going on. There have been strange objects in the sky floating high above. No one knows where they come from or go.”

As their conversation ended, the three of them walked into the village and found the Red Tree Inn, which was a small inn with two rooms still available. Agonis purchased a room and said to his servents, “You two stay here. I’m going to see if I can’t figure out anything about what is happening in this village.”

He went out and looked into the night sky. The golden moon shone brightly while the red moon, Ishtorth, was dim.  The blue moon, Cadrone, was shining with strength which meant that something dark was going on.

Agonis looked down and then suddenly realized that something was wrong. In the sky there was also a large green moon. Zalonia never had a green moon.