Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
"WHAT? That's impossible!" Samsoon exclaimed at the dwarven
"No, it is not. The King suspected it, and had me check it out. It
is true..." Samsoon bit his lip hard, drawing blood, and turned his
back on the general. He was quiet and secretive, but at heart he
was a warrior. He would not show any weakness to anyone, be they
friend or foe. The dwarf left the room, headed for the room in
which he and his friends had been staying. The streets outside were
silent, and could not a single sound could be heard from outside
the castle wars. Only two days after King Timetory's death, the
city was still covered in a cloud of dark emotion. The dwarves who
stepped out of their houses dressed only in bleak, black clothing,
although most of the citizens stayed indoors, afraid of walking on
the blood stained streets. The army would normally have a huge
celebration after doing something as big as driving the troll
menace from their city, but instead they had gone straight home to
their families and were adopting the same behaviour as everyone
else. Even the many children of Vetsom had felt the loss of the
King, and were mourning along with everyone else. The wounded
stayed silent, wishing to let the spirit of their King rest in
peace. Rhen had noticed how distant Samsoon was becoming, and it
grieved her to see her friend so distressed. Her own hatred for the
trolls had buried even deeper in her heart when she had seen the
lost faces of the dwarven citizens. She found it hard to believe
that the barbaric trolls had managed to pull together a force that
had done so much damage to a major city, and knew they had to have
had some sort of outside help.When he entered the room, Rhen
attempted to spark up a conversation, but failed as she realised
that his meeting with the General had probably not been great.
Suspecting that the news had been something to do with either their
presence at Vetsom, or possibly Samsoon's missing parents, she left
him alone, and wandered around the castle till she found Amie, who
was in the darkened throne room. No candles had been lit within the
room since the death of the King, and all but one of the windows
had been blacked out. The one that still let light through was
behind the throne, and cast a long shadow of the empty chair.
"What are you doing here, Rhen?" Somewhat startled that Amie had
been able to tell Rhen had come into the room, she replied only
after a few seconds of surprised silence.
"Looking for you... in fact, why are you here?"
"I..." Amie hesitated "I came because it is quiet here..."
"But, Amie, it is quiet everywhere. The city is silent," Rhen
replied, confused by the strange answer.
"Not to me it isn't... It's hard to explain..."
"Ok... I think we should leave within a few days Amie. The dwarves
cannot help us. I do not want to keep Samsoon here for much longer
to be honest; it worries me to see him like this. He is a quiet
person by nature, yet his behaviour recently has been strange even
"Yes...However, I did get a chance to listen in a little on
Samsoon's conversation with the general..." Rhen shook her head
with slight annoyance (she thought Amie really needed to learn the
meaning of privacy), but let Amie continue, "I didn't hear it all,
but I did here something about who is to take over the throne-..."
"WHAT?! Damnit, Amie why didn't you tell me earlier?" With this
Rhen sped out of the room leaving a confused and worried hunter
That night Samsoon turned uncomfortably in his bed. He was
exhausted yet could not sleep as his brain would not be quiet. His
head pounded, and even this severe headache could not put his mind
off the thoughts that were running through his head. Eventually, he
tossed aside the covers and dressed into his armour. He lit a
single candle and glared at the parchment in front of him. The
handwriting was obviously that of a dwarven scribe, and as he read,
it annoyed him that he was only able to understand the dates and
names on the family tree before him. Expecting never to come close
to Vetsom, Samsoon had never learnt his own race's language, and
now it stung his mind to think of the numerous opportunities to
learn it that he had wasted. Just then, the door flung open, and
Samsoon reached for his axe. He was about to strike at the intruder
when he heard a familiar voice.
"Samsoon!" Rhen cried out, a look of anger on her face. "What are
you reading?" Before he had a chance to answer, Rhen ran past him
and over to the wooden desk, examining the writing quickly. As she
reached the last name, it explained it all to her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Rhen whispered.
"I... I wanted to think about it before I told anyone..."
"Samsoon, surely this is impossible?" Rhen muttered. She re-read
the entry in front of her. "Samsoon Urmon, Rhei ot Gkni Bacces
Timetory." It read in dwarfish. In the common tongue however, it
read, "Samsoon Urmon, Heir to King Bacces Timetory"...