Chapter 65: 61: Tests & Glorious Sun

Nazu's POV

'Chief Torug...A strange Orc he is' I thought solemnly as I looked at the Twenty and one Wolves before me.

"Urim, Torrelsav, Nazu, Moz... come, make your choice" Torug said as he rested on the Wolf he called Alpha, clearly that creature had far more intelligence than the others. Dabok the Old oaf shifted repeatedly where he stood as he eyed Torug's twinkling gold eyes, Amus.e.m.e.nt played on his expression but my thoughts were elsewhere...

'They were very much different from the ones the Blood horn riders had, and they weren't this many. but still, this made them formidable!.' I approached the wolves like he asked, The Wolves watched us curiously as they even sniffed. Urim stroked his beard without moving from his initial spot.

It didn't take long for Moz to pick a blackish brown Wolf, it gave off the feeling like it wasn't there but I can clearly see it. Torrelsav also made his pick, it was a full brown furred wolf that kept nudging at him. I was still at a loss, "Do I?" My voice trailed off as I noticed Wolf laying down at the far back of it's Pack, it's fur were almost as whitish black as Alpha but leaned towards blue instead.

'I want this one, it's color is close to The Chief's...hehehe'. I thought of how I would look riding it next to My 'Beloved' as the white skinned called it.

I subconsciously stroked it's fur, as it alternated looking between Torug and myself before closing it's eyes in delight. When I was done, Urim laughed out loud saying, "I told you, she would pick it!".

My beloved looked in amus.e.m.e.nt and for some reason I was confused about what to think till he spoke to me, "The Chief had picked it for you long before..."

Hearing this I looked at Him and he said with a grin, "I wanted to see what you would do with it".

'I will earn my right, just you wait' and as though he could hear thoughts, He said "I'll be waiting".

Alex sighed in his heart, 'haaa, your expression is too Honest'. He watched her lead her stroked her mount while glaring at him and couldn't help thinking, 'Do I need to make saddles, best test this today and make corrections before the purple moon.'

When his Inner circle fighters chose their mounts, He looked at the rowdy villagers and warriors before selecting sixteen Orcs to pick the remaining wolves. And so his raiders Unit, which was to also act as scouts as well, was fully formed. Tapping Alpha gently, The Wolf rose to it's feet slowly as Alex mounted his back. Without hesitation, Urim did the same as the others awkwardly followed.

'What a Brother!...' Alex thought with a laugh. He kicked the Wolf's sides lightly like it was a Horse and it began moving slowly, 'There doesn't seem to be any issues with weight but steering would be a problem...' Alex mused, 'They'd need Armor too, no unless this things can be made today then using the mount during the raid in two days would not be feasible'.

While in thought, Alpha continued it's motion towards the gate, 'luckily it's still mid day so I can do all the testing before heading to the leather workers. we are lacking resources, perhaps it's time to explore the Valley.'

A ruckus broke out from behind Alex as the others exclaimed for various reasons, He couldn't help turning abruptly to investigate, some kind of competition between Nazu and Moz had begun, Urim was the only one following him closely but from his muscles you could see that he was a bit tensed.

Torrelsav wobbled from side to side and couldn't help sweating a little bit. Same thing with the other Orcs, causing the Villagers to laugh in amus.e.m.e.nt. Perhaps Alex would have been like that if he didn't know horse riding and besides with the connection he had with Alpha, what could go wrong?.

Slowly Alex began increasing the pace of Alpha's movement, just to see who would fall first. by the time exited the village, Alpha was already on a low Sprint and a few Orcs fell, remounted, chased after the group as they ran around the town.

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'No problem with transportation but for battle?, I'm not sure we might need saddles... perhaps Raz c...' Alex's thought process was cut short by Urim's exhilarated laughter. After going around till everyone got more comfortable with riding, Alex decided to go back into the village to discuss with Raz and the other Crafters after a mock battle.

The Wolves barely made a sound in full Sprint, and made no sound during stealth, like they had a special sound canceller. Alpha would go into stealth when Alex says it out, this shocked the others to the core but they soon followed suite with Nazu leading this time.

Several ideas came to mind with this wolves joining his deck of cards. The people at the gate were scared when the people approaching the village suddenly disappeared from sight. Unfortunately, Alex found a problem, when any of the riders used stealth, the others lose sight of him or her, this might cause problems during raids but luckily it seems the wolves can tell where the other was. 'I also have to worry about the enemy using this against us later...'.

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There is the power of the throne, and then there is true power. The Lordly Houses have long held the true power in this part of the world. Six major lordly houses held true power in Luegad, as well as a host of lesser houses and their rulers. The control over Luegad is dabbled in webs of alliances and politics.

Each nation is ruled by its official sovereign, whether a king or an empress, who proclaims laws, declares war or peace, and establishes taxes. The practical work of enforcing those laws, raising armies for war, collecting taxes, and so on, falls to this houses—–and with that comes most of the practical power of the nation. Houses may span national borders; think of the great European dynasties, such as the Hapsburgs.

Six Great Houses stand apart, and each aspires to be named the House of the Victorious Sun, which rules all the others. The size and strength of the Great Houses is such that they can annihilate most Minor Houses that cross them, or reward those that bend to their will. They are lions and demons in a flock of goats and lambs. All the lords and ladies, both of the Great Houses and the Minor Houses, owe fealty to the Lord of the Victorious Sun, and are required by oath to be true to his or her commands.

The House of the Victorious Sun, you might say is the formal appellation of the house that is currently in the dominant position over all its peers. This is a great honor and privilege, and all the Great Lords swear fealty personally to the Lord of the Victorious Sun.

Every year during the summer solstice Festival, the Great Houses gather at the Tomb of the First House for the Festival of the Victorious Sun. At noon on the solstice, the Rite of Victory is performed. During this ceremony, the five current Great Lords may stand and proclaim for one of them to be elevated to the Lord of the Victorious Sun. If three Great Lords agree, that house ascends and becomes the House of the Victorious Sun. The previous house with that honor takes the vacated Great House's position.

Typically, the next ruler is decided well before the votes are cast, as each house has been working relentlessly towards strengthening their position and claim through military might, subterfuge and assassination, control of resources, and often sheer financial power. In other cases, the Rite of Victory comes down to the very last hour as each ,house maneuvers and schemes.

Most years, especially in times of peace and order, no change takes place at the Festival. Some Houses of the Victorious Sun have ruled uninterrupted for as many as thirty to forty years. In more turbulent periods, however, the title has changed as many as nine times in a single decade.

Now in the Kingdom of Cochland, Capital city of Alton, The Patriarch of the present House of Victorious Sun, House of Huldra, sat on his throne with a scowl that could crack a nut.

"The Gods have began moving" His booming voice reverberated across the Hall, Marcus Huldra is a big man in his middle ages, long ago had he crossed the threshold of being a high human, He was one of the few powerful ones of this world, sitting at the stage of metamorphosis or as the laymen called it, 'The fifth circle of Order'. Dabbed in a golden robe, adorned with black highlighted buttons here and there, a drawing of the families sigil hung on his c.h.e.s.t, the great Huldra. His pitch black hair combed backwards and his frigid blue eyes threatened to spit fire at the bowing adviser.

"To think, you had me wait!!...I'm sure Vigil had began moving too" He roared, For 37 years they had held the position of victorious Sun with the help of his strength alone, their military might were rather formidable but not the strongest. Vigil Maloch, Patriarch of the house of Maloch and also holder of Umbra position, they held the most powerful military might. Rumors say that Vigil is about to break the shackles of the Grand circle and step into the stage of metamorphosis.

Marcus had initially planned to assassinate him before he succeeded but his Advisor advised him against this move. With the help of the Blood rain, Vigil succeeded, now he had every tendency to compete for his position this coming summer.

"Lord Ragol above, one who serves the night mother as the occupier of house victorious sun?, curse the day I let this happen. I think it's time we take them out of this game...the Gods have begun moving, there's not much time...I can redeem myself" Marcus quickly rose from his throne, exposing his 2m height and bulky body. He glared at his Advisor one more time before leaving the hall with quick strides, Unknown to him, a dangerous glint flashed through the Advisor's eyes as he watched Marcus leave.

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