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Chronicles of War III: Draven's Revenge
Earth's Bones
Chapter 21 Page 30
Chronicles of War III: Draven's Revenge
Earth's Bones
Chapter 21 Page 30
Its makers carved symbols into the cleared space of the cartouche, which appeared to be a sort of writing, but which Epsilon could not decipher. As a curious child, he strode up to the massive arch's stony feet and stared up at the strange language of an absent race, his imagination running wild. "I wonder what it says?"
Ubar cleared his throat. "These words are older than ancient, and safe enough for our eyes. It says, 'Prince Shellbiter of the Kingdom Plackhorne drowned at this ford in the thirtieth year and seventh month of his father's reign, while on campaign to conquer the northern realm of Ashendown.'" After a pause rife with mumbling, the youth added uncertainly, "The inscription goes on to say something about how the stream was in flood at the time, and how the King, Dolphinrider, commissioned a great highway and many such bridges to cross these lands, that his armies might persecute his enemies with impunity."
"Well done, Ubar," intoned Pandolyn as she neared from behind. Her protégée and even her general were taken by surprise by her stealthy ingress. “You have deciphered the gist of it, but your inexperience has mangled the semantics."
Epsilon had jumped at her words, and spun to draw his weapons in haste. When he realized it was only Pandolyn, the Warfarer scowled blackly and let his steel slide back home. "Gods, woman! I might have soiled my britches!"
They all shared a strained laughter that eased the tension of their awkward reunion. After which, the mage stated, "You were translating from the Bangledese, but these glyphs are an esoteric dialect you have not previously seen." She paused to read, and Epsilon stepped aside to give her room. “Curiously, it is a southron tongue, though Bangledese was not widely spoken beyond the eastern oceans. Certain of its signs are borrowed from ancient Etalish. Correctly translated, the words are; 'Prince Shellcrusher of the Kingdom Plackhorne was slain at this ford in the thirtieth year and seventh month of his father's death, while making war against the gods hated realm of Ashendown. The Prince was ambushed by a fell magician that caused the land to flood out of season, washing Shellcrusher and his entire army away to their deaths. Plackhorne's inheriting king, his royal brother Dolphinmaster, commissioned the highway and these bridges that the spoils of Ashendown, overthrown in the fourth year of the Prince's death, might be more readily returned to Plackhorne.'" The wizardess paused again, her head cocked curiously. "It must have been a vast and unwieldy sort of treasure," she mused softly, "the glyph for 'spoils' is oddly fashioned, as if to indicate... magnificence, no, more... gigantism."
Ubar cleared his throat. "These words are older than ancient, and safe enough for our eyes. It says, 'Prince Shellbiter of the Kingdom Plackhorne drowned at this ford in the thirtieth year and seventh month of his father's reign, while on campaign to conquer the northern realm of Ashendown.'" After a pause rife with mumbling, the youth added uncertainly, "The inscription goes on to say something about how the stream was in flood at the time, and how the King, Dolphinrider, commissioned a great highway and many such bridges to cross these lands, that his armies might persecute his enemies with impunity."
"Well done, Ubar," intoned Pandolyn as she neared from behind. Her protégée and even her general were taken by surprise by her stealthy ingress. “You have deciphered the gist of it, but your inexperience has mangled the semantics."
Epsilon had jumped at her words, and spun to draw his weapons in haste. When he realized it was only Pandolyn, the Warfarer scowled blackly and let his steel slide back home. "Gods, woman! I might have soiled my britches!"
They all shared a strained laughter that eased the tension of their awkward reunion. After which, the mage stated, "You were translating from the Bangledese, but these glyphs are an esoteric dialect you have not previously seen." She paused to read, and Epsilon stepped aside to give her room. “Curiously, it is a southron tongue, though Bangledese was not widely spoken beyond the eastern oceans. Certain of its signs are borrowed from ancient Etalish. Correctly translated, the words are; 'Prince Shellcrusher of the Kingdom Plackhorne was slain at this ford in the thirtieth year and seventh month of his father's death, while making war against the gods hated realm of Ashendown. The Prince was ambushed by a fell magician that caused the land to flood out of season, washing Shellcrusher and his entire army away to their deaths. Plackhorne's inheriting king, his royal brother Dolphinmaster, commissioned the highway and these bridges that the spoils of Ashendown, overthrown in the fourth year of the Prince's death, might be more readily returned to Plackhorne.'" The wizardess paused again, her head cocked curiously. "It must have been a vast and unwieldy sort of treasure," she mused softly, "the glyph for 'spoils' is oddly fashioned, as if to indicate... magnificence, no, more... gigantism."
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