A New Home

"Hurry boy now run and hide your ugly face.
Hurry boy now run away where you can be safe.
Hurry boy now run away, hope they don't give chase.

Hurry boy just leave your friends, you need to be safe..."

John gasped as the baron proclaimed he’s sudden plans to leave Cove for a life in peace in Yew. So many different feelings went through John's head that night; did the Baron forsake his own people, where they already doomed? What about all the patrols to ensure the safety of the citizens of Cove, was it all in vain? The years in service protecting Cove from Orcs, from Kaldorians, from Yewians, even from Vesperians, all in vain? VESPER IS ATTACKING!!! But what’s the point?

John sat silently waiting for a word inside the doors...
"Enter" A mysterious voice could be heard from the inside of the room…

"Thus must have a name?" The baron proclaimed as John sat at the other end of the big stone table, stunned of respect for the old legend, the Baron of Cove.
"I... I'm sorry my lordship, forgive me, John Dell."

...

"Thus will you be swearing allegiance to Cove and its supreme ruler, the Baron, Octiovus Von Richer of Cove."
"Fer life!"

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"Yer here because yer new here, yer recruits of the Cove militia, now repeat after me... I, put name in, follow Cove through hardness and disease, through war and peace, through agony and pain. I, put name in, follow the baron where he goes, Moonglow, Lost lands, the moons, the end of the world and back to Cove again, I shall follow the baron, even if it means death."

"Follow the baron... follow the baron... follow the baron..." It echoed in John's head as he ran for the moon gate. John felt sick, John wanted to throw up, what is this feeling... His head hurt, why... why would this happen to him? Why not some greasy Kaldorian, or snobbish elf, why John, what ever did he do to deserve this?

The baron of Cove rode hard with a handful of Guardsmen in his heels; would they follow the baron to certain death? To Yew? It seemed so.

John arrived with the others, the air was tense, the rained poured down from the sky making the great Yew forest looking extra repulsive.

"John... throw yer badge on the ground..."
John cried, the 7 feet big man from Minoc cried, cried like a newly borne woman he cried. This was it, he had left Cove, he was now part of the Yewish militia, why? Did he not despise Yew? Was he so convinced he had to follow the baron to the end of the earth...? Maybe, or maybe he was angry for the commander faking his own death, John had prayed, cried, talked to the memorial of Commander Gregor Eason. He had no right to play John's feelings like that, maybe it was payback for what he did, it made sense in his simple and silly head. Or maybe it was time to move away from the evil Elf's and all what magic was called.

"NEXT"
John was the next in line to the armourer in the Citadel. John quickly got dressed as the guard in charge looked inflamed, inflamed with John's perky comments.

Oh my, what silly armour, you could now actually see the forms of the body.
"Hrm should loose some of this fat."

"Come in" John walked in to the office in the Citadel.
"What's yer name lad?"
"John Dell sir"

Was time to move on John thought, make the best of it. Yet if the situation calls for it, John was ready to die for his old home. For now it might be better to run…

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