Kielrannym

Two seekers stood atop a baker’s roof observing the prophetess’ interactions with her new friends through their hotel’s second story window. “Which do you believe is the one she came for?” the slightly taller of the two said.

The shorter seeker turned to his companion. “I do not wish to challenge the wisdom of our Prophetess or her divine insights, but I would guess the girl; She being in superior physical condition.” They stood studying silently for several minutes and then the smaller seeker continued. “…Then again, there are many more physically superior individuals in this city that would be a better candidate than this one; if she is judging by physique.

“I agree, but notice how the center of her conversations have been directed toward the one they are placing into that wheeled contraption.” The shorter seeker nodded in agreement and the taller one continued. “I wonder if this is the prophetess’… ‘Best Friend’. They looked down at the strangeness of the phrase.

The shorter seeker broke the awkward silence. “Very peculiar vocabulary, this new prophetess has. It varies very much from our past Lords’ very much.”

The taller one nodded in agreement and turned toward the shorter. “I need your understanding, not your judgment on what I have to say.”

The shorter one turned toward the taller. “What is it?”

The taller seeker collected his thoughts. “Do you ever ponder the wisdom of our late prophet in selecting this young girl to lead our mighty crusade.”

The shorter one tensed up. “Where we stray now is heresy, but… yes, I ponder it very much.”

“And what of her decisions thus far? She had us collect the Legend personally, ultimately losing one of our own in the process. And not just one of the eight Kielrannym, but our king.” The taller paused and looked back at the ground. “What if she really did select the young girl or the broken young man to lead us? Can you…”

The shorter seeker tore a sword out from under his old tattered cloak and pressed it against the taller seeker’s chest. “Now you venture too far. I will serve whoever the prophetess chooses and so will you.” They glared at each other for several moments and then the shorter put away his sword. “Our techniques are only as powerful as our loyalty. I pray that you will remember that… Our King died as a result of our failed loyalty. Do not blame the failure on our prophetess or we will soon be short another Kielrannym.”

The tenseness shattered as a third seeker emerged behind them. He quickly approached the two in a panicked manner. “The prophetess must leave West Port, NOW!” He stopped a few feet from them. “Where is the prophetess?”

The shorter seeker turned toward the window and pointed. “She is in…” The group in the hotel room was no longer there.

The third seeker drew his sword. “We must find her. I followed the two the prophetess had slept and eaten as I was instructed, but as I was following I noticed a large concentration of smoke behind a large foothill. I came to discover a huge encampment of Bartholomew’s troops along with several… siege fortresses.

“That makes sense…” A fourth seeker appeared beside them. “Lord Lar is hosting a huge party tonight. Several world leaders along with many renown military commanders will be there. I could see Bartholomew easily being able to destroy them all in one attack, thereby crippling several smaller bordering countries.”

“So Bartholomew is finally making a major move?” the shorter seeker questioned. "Then we must quickly find the prophetess."
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