Bloodlust - The Continuation, And the likely conclusion as well!!! Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Well, here's the link to the previous thread: Bloodlust - The Beginning

You can continue your praisings of my written words here. Expect an update next Saturday. I don't expect I'll get one out sooner. School starts again

[The Metal Mallet]

Well after another respite, I'm back with a small update, but an update nonetheless. If I've planned everything the way I think I have, I think there might be between 3-5 updates left depending on how I work things out. Exciting isn't it? I'm nearly finished this beast of a story! I'm shocked. Over a year of writing and it's nearly drawing to a close. Hopefully you will enjoy the ending I have planned for you (I all ready know how I want to end it, which is probably a good thing). Anyways, let's continue the story!


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After a brief respite, Savlian awoke in the twilight hours before dawn to ready his men. The mountainous height left the town of Kvatch at its chilliest at this time of the morning as the sun had yet to truly rise over the horizon. Only an indigo blotch of colour could be seen when Savlian peered to the east. Yet the cold did not matter as Savlian’s soldier tactics told him that if anytime was the most opportune to attack, it would be shortly before dawn. Hopefully Simion would be too content or tired to expect an attack at this time.

As Savlian entered the courtyard of the Kvatch castle, his squad all ready stood waiting for him; tendrils of warmed air waiving from their faces. Savlian stopped in front of the row of lightly armoured men and mer and snapped a salute. The squad members returned the gesture. Savlian studied the faces of his squad. Each displayed the hard determination that Savlian wanted them to had, but when he looked closely he could tell that there was apprehension, nervousness, and even fear dwelling within them. Savlian hoped that those emotions would fuel them rather than prove to be detrimental.

Savlian finished his scanning, nodding as if he was satisfied. “All right, it’s time to finally set things right,” he began when he noticed a silhouette standing in front of the doorway to the castle. He paused for a moment, as he was trying to figure out who it was. After a moment he gave up and continued, “I have located the hideout of the person responsible for the murdering of our fellow guardsman. I will be leading all of you to this location but I stress we try to stay as silent as possible. The man we’re dealing with is an assassin and the more advantage we give him, the tougher it’s going to be to take him out. Hopefully our numbers will convince him to give up willingly, but don’t expect that. This man is mentally unstable so it is very likely that he’ll attack. Be prepared!”

The squad nodded in understanding. Savlian nodded towards the castle gates, “Let’s move out.”

As the men began to file out of the courtyard, Savlian looked back to the silhouette again. The sun was just creeping over the horizon now and the few stray rays revealed that the silhouette was Ormellius. “Time to finally set things right…” Savlian muttered before heading towards the Count.

The Count was dressed in simpler but warm garments to ward off the cold of the morning. A curious expression crossed the stern face of the man. Savlian swallowed the pit in his throat.

“It is somewhat early to be running drills in the courtyard is it not, Captain?” Ormellius asked in a condescending tone.

Savlian ignored the Count’s attempt to anger him. “Look, sir, I think I should explain myself,” Savlian said in a serious tone.

Savlian’s manner seemed to have affected the Count as the dark glint left his eyes and changed into ones that were ready to listen. “Go on.”

Savlian took a moment to collect himself. “The stress I’ve been under since this first began has been very difficult to handle. I’ve had to deal with Vernon threatening to kill me, assassination attempts made by Simion and Hlodir. Dealing with Hlodir’s mage and his bandit army. Even trying to co-operate with the Morag Tong has been difficult. The mistrust between us doesn’t help,” he paused to process his next words. He found that Ormellius was still paying close attention. “I know I should’ve told you all about Simion and the agreement we had. The thing is, at the time I was thinking that I had to deal with another Goldwine, that I would be forced to dance between the lines of protecting this town and pleasing you. It would’ve made sense to tell you everything once I found out I could trust you, but I didn’t because I was caught up in the madness that is this situation.

“As for what I’m doing right now; I’m putting an end to it. I found Simion’s hideout with the help of the Morag Tong and I’m taking this squad and either apprehending him or killing him. I honestly don’t care which it is anymore,” Savlian said in a tired and fed up manner, his eyes locked to the ground. After a moment, he looked up to the Count.

The Count was silent. His face expressionless. He held the gaze of Savlian for a few moments before his expression warmed. He placed a callused hand upon his Captain’s shoulder. “Okay, Savlian. Consider the hatchet buried. It was a bit foolish of me to arrive here and expect immediate trust,” the Count admitted, much to the relief of Savlian.

“Now I expect you to finish this, Captain. Especially since you got him trapped like a rat,” Ormellius continued in an encouraging manner.

A now vigorous Savlian nodded as he cinched he belt tighter, “Will do sir!” he replied as he began to catch up with the rest of his squad.

“Hold on!”

Savlian turned around, “Yes?”

“What about the Tong agents? What are they doing?”

Savlian’s expression soured, “I don’t know and I don’t care. They are trying to come up with some magical way to take care of him. They think he’s possessed or something. Really, he’s just crazy. They’re just wasting their time,” he said with a hint of disdain.

Ormellius fixed the Captain with a sceptical look, “If you truly believe that, go with it then. Good luck, Captain.”

“Thank you, sir,” Savlian replied and finally joined his squad.

“All right! Now let’s not waste anymore time. We got a criminal to catch!” Savlian told his squad with a new passion.

As the squad progressed into town, Savlian felt something Ormellius said was nagging him, if you truly believe that. Savlian couldn’t help but think, do I truly think that?