The Wizard's Council by Cody J. Sherer Read Free Book Online

a small town that was on the edge of the Old Forest. It was destroyed more than ten years ago and ever since I have been hunting down those responsible. Our fates appear to be intertwined, for the same people I have been hunting are the ones who assaulted your Conclave in Galimdor. It is not my place to dictate what actions you take against the Galimdorians and the Knights of Doom, but I sincerely believe they will not stop with their attack on the Conclave in Galimdor. They will eventually come to every Conclave to eradicate us all. We must not let that happen.” Paul’s speech was a great contrast to Emily’s. He was full of fire as he spoke of the past actions of their enemies.
    “Paul brings up a good point, Rolin. What if Galimdor decides to strike at us again?” Leon asked.
    “We will be prepared if they try to hit us again. Our place is not to overthrow a King or group of cretins. Our place is in the Conclaves. We do not have the numbers to fight even a small war.” Emily had never seen Rolin look so defeated.
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                  Sev grimaced as he held his hand on his ribs. He had been waiting for a member of the Druid Council to meet with him for almost twenty minutes, and his ribs were still bothering him. The pain was worse now than it was the day before. They aren’t joking when they say it’ll hurt in the morning , he thought as he tenderly grabbed his shoulder. One of the Druids opened the flap to the tent and motioned for him to come inside. Sev stood up with a groan, moving still hurt his ribs from time to time.
    “Are you hurt?” Sev instantly recognized the voice of Miriel.
    “I’ll be fine.” Sev couldn’t help but smile.
                  “What brings you to the Druid Council today?” She asked, motioning for him to enter the large tent.
    “I’m afraid I have some bad news that the Council needs to hear.”
    The Druid Council was gathered around a table at the far end of the tent. Their numbers had been greatly dwindling over the years, and now only five remained. Ellesar was the eldest of the Druids as well as the only full elf. Miriel was the eldest of the human Druids and one of two females on the Council. Selena, the other female Druid, was the only halfling of the group. Tyric and Wyric were the twin sons of Miriel and Ellesar. Their family made up the majority of the Druid Council and was a necessary source of knowledge for what little Druids were left in the world. Tyric and Wyric had been promoted to the Council after they struck a deal that granted them protection under the Rangers of the Old Forest.
    Sev approached the group slowly, not wanting to interfere with anything they were discussing. He waited for Miriel to finish talking with the others before he stepped forward to join them. They made no attempt to hide the maps that were strewn all over the table. Sev noticed several strange things on one of the maps. There was a small fire in the middle of the scale model of Galimdor , and the forest between Galimdor and Carmalia had smoke rising from its center. He noticed that everyone was watching him, so he took a deep breath and bowed.
    “I was out with a patrol of Rangers , and we ran across several trolls and a mage. We overcame the trolls, but the mage was able to get away,” Sev spoke with urgency in his voice.
    “It is worse than we feared,” Ellesar said, stroking his beard. “We had feared that our homeland would be dragged into the coming war, but we had not considered anyone would be brazen enough to bring the fight to us.” He grabbed one of the small figurines on the map and placed it in the Old Forest near the Druid camp.
    “War? I’m not sure that I am following you.”
    “We have received news that Galimdor attacked the Wizard’s Conclave in their city and has been recruiting allies ever since. They have not approached us, so it is likely that they know of our relationship with the Conclaves.”
    “What do you need of me?” Sev