Empire Imperiled: Ink Sorceress: Book Two by D. L. Harrison

Author:D. L. Harrison [Harrison, D. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

High Mage Alfith of the drow scowled at the day’s reports as the sun set up on the surface. Fulvain’s promises and plans were trashed, and Alfith just wished he was still alive so he could be properly tortured for his failures. If he wasn’t careful, he’d take Fulvain’s place.

Fulvain had sworn the other monarchs wouldn’t believe the last surviving member of the imperial family and would launch a civil war, which hadn’t happened. Fulvain had also suggested the young whelp would be assassinated, but despite four or more attempts the man had been crowned hours ago and had already sent representatives to the other six human kingdoms.

Perhaps Fulvain would’ve been right, if the humans hadn’t discovered their invasion force, but they had. He should’ve marched immediately, then they’d have already been killing humans, but he’d hoped the easier path would materialize if he gave the plans more time.

The reports of his own forces were also disturbing, there’d been over a hundred brawls last night between various tribes, and almost two hundred deaths.

He growled, “We march tonight, right now. Give the order to break down the camps.”

The orcs chieftains and goblin headmen ran from his presence to follow his orders.

It could be worse, and he wasn’t afraid of a fight. He had no doubt the purpose of those negotiations was to get more of their soldiers on the border to meet the invasion. Three days wouldn’t be nearly enough to make a difference. Only the two kingdoms on the eastern edge of the wastelands would have enough time to get reinforcements there in three days, the middle three kingdoms would take at least five days, and the western kingdoms over a week.

They might be able to get some more magic users to prevent them from magically taking down the walls, but that wouldn’t matter. His forces split in fourths would give him twenty-five hundred goblins to storm their keep walls and weaken them. Then the five thousand orcs, ninety giants, and fifty drow all with magic to some extent would roll right over them.

With the humans dead in the northwest part of the continent, the so-called good gods would weaken, and the wastelands would grow to encompass that area as well, as their own gods were strengthened. It would be glorious.

Or, they’d all be dead. There’d be no retreating in the case of failure. A death on the battlefield would be a blessing in comparison to the cost extracted from failure if he dared go home and face his queen.

King Janus of Doryn brooded as he entered the highly warded office of Mage Kadian, his counterintelligence head.

The treaty King Sebastian had sent was a good one, and a necessity given the damned evil races were about to invade. Signing would also ensure his total independence of any other authority, and he’d be the first king of Doryn in centuries with true and complete sovereignty. Once the crisis was past anyway, until then he’d have to accept the young whelp was still in charge of the empire navy and army.

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