Fantasy & Sci-Fi
Albinor Chronicles Chapter 6
"Capture of Corellon"
By Marcus Pan
October 4, 002
For three days Corellon and his party stayed in the castle
without seeing the master of the dark elves. Meals were brought to their rooms
by hooded servants in flowing, black robes. They were pretty much left to their
own, but quarantined in that wing of the castle by guards posted in the halls.
Their rooms were in a small study area connected to a large library. They all
perused the books there as the guards left them to do that.
Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the elf that
first led them into the castle three days earlier returned to tell them the
master would see them. Leading them up a flight of stairs, they were left in a
large council chamber. They spoke in silent whispers while sitting around a
long, oak table. Doors to the north and west lead out to a hallway. A door to
the south was locked. The seven sat on the west side of the long room before a
window that looked westward to Lolth's Wood.
After nearly an hour of sitting and whispering had passed,
the southern door opened. The usual, black figure gestured for them to enter.
They slowly filed into the room, which was another council halle. They sat on
the northern side of the long table. Across from them sat five figures, all in
the typical, black, grey-trimmed robes. One had strange, spider-like figures
stitched in his robe. Another had strange runes. The elf in the middle wore
what seemed to be a finer garment. Corellon assumed him to be the master of the
castle. They drew back their black hoods in unison. The faces of the drows were
slimmer and sharper in features, their complexion a darker, grayish hue.
Barrazzo fingered the hilt of his longsword beneath the table. "Take your hand
from thy hilt, captain." said the elf with the spider runes on his robe.
Reluctantly, Barrazzo withdrew his hand and placed it upon the table.
"Welcome to Drow Castle, Elven King." began the man in the
middle. "I have been very busy and apologize for the wait for my counsel. I
trust you were well provided for?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you. You are at an advantage above us,
fellowman. You know us. We do not know you." Corellon answered.
"Yes, we know you, Elven King. And your trusted captain, as
well. As for us, I will tell you now. I am Champion Ragwulf Calds, King of the
Drow. To my left," said he, gesturing to the man in spider-like runes, "is Lama
Orduin Grimoire. To my right," gesturing to the man in the strange runes, "is
Wizard Magi Ushimagrash. Also here is my captain, Champion Erric Vangroom and
the squire, Champion Jaques Hierla."
"I see. If you know who we are so well, you must as well
know our errand." said the Elven King.
"Aye. You wish to avoid war. So do we. But you do so in the
strangest of manners coming to my home within Lolth's Wood. Bravery, stupidity,
or both. I am not sure. I hope, for your sake, 'tis the first." said the
"Why doth thou mock me, Master Calds? I come in peace."
"One could not tell with a wary swordsman, like your
captain, beside him."
"Shut your foul mouth, drow!" said Barrazzo, standing
suddenly. The two beside Calds jumped up. After some heated bickering, the
differences were solved as best they could be, which wasn't too good at all
after such an outburst.
"Now, you wish to avoid war with the drow?" asked Calds
after the argument had quelled.
"That I do." answered Corellon.
"That is a simple task, high elf." Pulling a piece of
parchment from beneath his dark robe, he slid it across the table to Avantar.
"Sign it. War will then be averted." finished Calds.
"This paper says you now own Alfeim, Calds. What are the
high ones and woodland people to do?"
"Leave. Your people have not traveled too much. We want the
land that once was ours again. You can find another. We can not. We're tired
and weary folk and have traveled much while you rested here. We want to settle
down and rest in Alfeim."
"This is a foolish thing to ask, Calds." Corellon said
indignantly, sliding it back to him. "I have made an honest attempt at peace. I
should have known better. I will return to my city and my people now. I have
tarried here much too long." Corellon and his party turned to leave. Ragwulf
rose, along with is party. The dark-robed ones began to go around either side
of the table, coming towards them slowly. Ragwulf stood motionless, like a dark
"I think not, Elven King. You do not think I could let you
leave, do you? Sign the paper. Then you can go in peace and pack your things
for your journey from Alfeim. Otherwise, you will enjoy the pleasures of Drow
Castle for longer. MUCH longer." Corellon drew his khanate. Barrazzo quickly
drew his longsword, eager for the blood of a drow to glimmer on his blade.
Following their lead, the guards drew theirs.
"I will leave in peace, or you will leave in pieces,
"Guess it was stupidity I suspected, Elven King. You will
not leave this castle. Nor your friends. Then I will swallow up your precious
Alfeim by FORCE." A cackle rose in his throat. "Seize them!" he cried. The door
to the north flew open and a half dozen drows poured in. Barrazzo leapt into
the melee, swinging and shouting in the name of Corellon Avantar, Elven King.
The guards did the same. Corellon joined the fight without a word. There was a
blinding flash and Barrazzo yelped, falling motionless to the floor.
"I can't move, m'lord!" he screeched. Corellon turned to
face Ushimagrash and rose his hands above him.
"Magic with magic, wizard." he said. There was another
blinding flash and a white light filled the room, shimmering in the air.
Ushimagrash covered his eyes and screamed as a blinding flash erupted inside
his skull. The flash stayed, like a sun had lodged itself behind his eyes. Two
drows grabbed Corellon from behind. Already, two of Corellon's men lay on the
floor badly wounded. Four drow guards lay there as well, quelled by the blades
of Barrazzo and his men. Barrazzo still lay on the ground, twitching violently
with the magical paralyzation that seized his limbs. More drow elves came in,
swords drawn. Calds himself threw back his robe and drew his longsword from its
sheath. He leapt upon the table and stepped quickly across. Corellon still
fought with the two drows that seized him from behind. A palace guard smashed
one of the drows that held his king with the flat of his sword in his back
forcing him to let go. With his right hand now free, Corellon reached around
and cracked the other drow in his face, blood spurting from a now-broken nose.
Now with both hands free, he clasped his ands together just as Calds reached
him. Calds swung swiftly downwards with his blade, but where Corellon once
stood there was nothing. From the other side of the room Ragwulf heard chanting
in a high elven accent. Wary of the guards that fought on, he turned to face
the Elven King. "King versus king, Calds." Spreading his hands out orange flame
shot forth, spraying into the room from the tips of his fingers. They reached
the dark elf who stood on the table quickly, giving him no time to react to the
threat. He screamed as the fire reached him, dropped his sword and fell from
the table onto the floor. Corellon did not notice Orduin Grimoire come up from
behind. Nor did he see him raise his wand to strike. He had forgotten he was
there. He struck the Elven King from behind, swiftly and strongly, with the
head of his wand. Corellon fell violently to his knees. As he dropped, the last
things he heard was Orduin yelling triumph, his men screaming of more drow
elves, the crying whimpers of Barrazzo as he lay motionless on the floor,
Ushimagrash who was also crying, Ragwulf who clambered up, the ringing of steel
on steel, then silence...
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