Triston sat in the shadowed basement of his tower, stroking the coals of the forge slowly and thoughtfully as he was prone to late at night. Normally this time of night was one of quiet reflection and solitude, as where most times of the day it seemed, but tonight had been different.
First a vile murderer had tried to gain entry to Lioness Keep multiple times, but hed been thrown back at the gates. What happened to the days when if you defeated someone they simply left you to your brooding?
Then Lukkan had come by, looking for idle conversation to fill the hours while he waited out his sentence. At first it had been a casual, "how have you been?" conversation, but it slowly turned to what burdened both of their hearts.
"When was the last time you saw another guardian, in combat or otherwise?" Triston asked, with a cinical sneer on his face.
"Only when I asked one for aid, or had been asked for aid..." Lukkan replied slowly, knowing where this line of questioning would lead, but not willing to lie to his old friend.
"Exactly. We are not falling apart, we are falling away. For once we do not fight some mysterious shadow from the nether relms, but instead we fight the apathy in our own hearts. We move from one meaningless distraction to another, as though we are trying to keep the hands busy so that we cant listen to our hearts. What cure could there possably be for this ailment my friend?"
"Growth. We have taken to apathy because we have neglected our growth. It has always been the way of people to move to and from things, and that has been fine until recently. One member would leave The Empire for one reason or another, but only to be replaced by three. Then to be replaced by two, and then one. Now people leave and none come to fill their ranks. It is the apathy of jelousy and greed which now attacks this land, and no sword will fight it. The days of the legion are comming to an end, and the question is can The Empire grow into another kind of force, a non-militaristic one?"
"You would have us become userers and landholders like the other great guilds? Coveting money and items more then Honor and Comrodery?" Triston asked, seeming more shocked then he had intended.
"No my Brother." Lukkan replied with a sly smile that only a necromancer could give. Triston shuddered slightly. "I would have us bring our honor to the one place where it has never been before, for no group had enough conviction to bear it through. We will bring Honor to the marketplace." He finished with a grin, knowing his words of Honor being born would stir images of great conquests in the old warriors mind, only to drop them in the end. Him and Triston often enjoyed this kind of banter.
"So you wish for us to turn our swords and sheilds in for parchment and coin eh? Perhaps the marketplace is the battlefeild of this age. This Age of Shadows as they call it. So be it then, Lioness keep, along with all its resources and skilled artisans supports it. My one condition is that my Uncle Arms is involved every step of the way. I trust that is acceptable?"
"Of course." The Necromancer replied with a polite bow.
They conversed for a few more minutes to iron out the details, and Arms arrived fresh from the mines to hear the news. He was elated to say the least. Plans entered the works and dates where set tentativly. Throughout the night Lukkan and Arms chattered on, sometimes comming to real points, other times simply dreaming of how the empire would grow in this new direction. Triston sat in a corner sipping a glass of Occelan Brandy, watching the way the forge sent light through his red tinted glass. Perhaps this is the new battle to be won, he thought to himself. Did the rules of combate or nature of the enemy really matter? No, Thought the warrior. The nature of the battle mattered not, it only mattered to be fighting again. He looked down at his armour, bearing nics and cuts from countless battles that could never be wetted away. He would have to have his uncle craft him a more sutable suit of armour for a Lord, as for the first time in his life he actually had to look like one.