Tempted to an Impossible Mission
“Disseus!” Phalanx grabbed the hand of his friend and shook vigorously. “I’m damn relieved to see you.”
Should be since you've sent six men in different directions to find me. The broad shouldered man wearing a coarse brown cloak flashed Phalanx a bright grin.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Not a lot of men would traipse so readily through Battling territory.”
I'm not most men.
“Few men are like Disseus here.” The round little man at his side commented.
Phalanx’s face lit in agreement.
“My understanding is that very soon Grier Kingdom will no longer be Battling land.” Disseus remarked.
King Phalanx intends to take it all.
Phalanx blew out a long breath. “God willing and with a little help from you.”
More than a little I suspect... The cloaked man’s blue eyes glittered from under his hood.
“The mighty Paladinian Warlord himself asks for my help?” He taunted.
Phalanx opened his mouth for a rebuttal, but Disseus was already speaking again.
“Where do you want me?”
Phalanx eyed his comrade before pointing to Disseus.
“You know,” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve heard the walls of Grier Castle are said to be impossible to overtake...”
Impossible? It's never impossible.
Next to Disseus, the shorter man shifted feet. “Phalanx, is it necessary to challenge him?”
“Not challenging.” Phalanx smiled. Lifting his chin. “Tempting.”
“It’s working.” Disseus said flatly. “You want me to take the whole castle, just me and Lonnix here?”
Phalanx shook his head. “Just kill the king.”
Less challenging. Looking mildly deflated, Disseus cocked his head.
“It’s overrun with Battling warriors. I want their command shut down long enough we can take the land and penetrate the castle. My army can manage from there.” He gestured to the countless men mounted behind him, armor glinting in the fading sunlight.
A slow smile touched Disseus’ face again. “Battling Command is a series of six vicious men. You want Command shut down, all six need taken out.”
That's a bit more of a challenge.
Phalanx grimaced. “Is it too much to ask, My Friend?”
“No.” Disseus shook his head slowly. “Just enough to be...interesting.”
Smiling broadly, Phalanx gave another hearty slap to Disseus' back before strolling away.
Rubbing his ample belly, Lonnix watched Phalanx before leaning toward Disseus. “Do you think he knows?”
Disseus’ face was somber. “Phalanx Apociph is a man that respects the privacy of others. Don’t mistake that for a lack of wit. There isn’t a detail he misses.”
“Does he know the lore?” Lonnix was hesitant to ask.
Disseus grunted. “Everyone does anymore.” Sighing he added. “Let’s go take a castle for my friend.”
Lonnix groaned. “Didn’t he say we were just killing a king?”
When Disseus only gave him a sideways glance, Lonnix gestured around hopefully. “Might I just watch from the trees?”
“And miss all the fun? Would you truly want that?”
“You may do as you wish. But I've heard tales there's Battling warriors in these woods that take men as prisoners...and treat them as women.”
Wide-eyed Lonnix blinked slowly a moment.
Disseus was already heading to denser trees.
“Do not leave me!” Lonnix shouted as he raced after Disseus. “I’d prefer not to become some barbarian’s maiden!”
“You are rather lovely.” Dissues tossed over his shoulder.
“I am that.” Lonnix slowed as he caught up. Stroking his beard with one hand, he rubbed his girth with the other.
Disseus grimaced. Less then attractive.