"Recluce - 09 - Colors Of Chaos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)Candar, seeking the talismans of dark order borne by Creslin the Black so
that they might be destroyed, lest the world suffer once more the same cataclysms as befell ancient Cyador. Though warned by the those of the Guild of the great storms raised by the evil Creslin, the Emperor of Hamor thought that he alone would seize the talismans of order and thus raise Hamor to become first among all lands. In his greed and arrogance, the emperor sent more than a score of vessels, all filled with armsmen and weapons of every type and size, and those ships sailed into the port known as Land's End and attacked the small keep therein, for Creslin was seeking the high and great winds far away. Yet, even in Creslin's absence, Megaera the black-hearted raised mighty fires and turned many of the emperor's ships into funeral pyres for sailors and armsmen alike. Creslin returned, with both his killing blade and the great winds, and all but a single ship perished, and all but a score of all those thousands of men who had sought the talismans of order perished as well. The single ship that remained Creslin rebuilt and refitted, as the beginning to the Black fleets.... Colors of White (Manual of the Guild at Fairhaven) Preface Cerryl nodded to the tower guards on duty, although he didn't know either by name, as he passed on his way to report to the overmage Kinowin. "Good day, ser," the older guard returned. Cerryl smiled politely, glad that this day was drawing to a close, although it hadn't been that eventful, unlike the time with the oil smugglers several eight-days before. Most days were quiet-and long. Kinowin's quarters were on the lowest level of the tower-and the door was around the corner to the left from the guard station-Derka's door was the other way, not that Cerryl had been there, but Faltar had told him. Outside of the time when Jeslek had tried to insist that Cerryl had not succeeded in accomplishing his magely task-or rather when Jeslek had insisted that he had not set such a task-and the High Wizard Sterol had brought in Kinowin, Myral, and Derka to judge the situation, Cerryl had never really had much conversation or contact with the stooped, silver-haired Derka. Then... Cerryl had seen how much power the kindly voice and stooped posture concealed. Jeslek, thank the light, had been forced to admit he had set a magely task for Cerryl, whether he had so intended or not, and Sterol and the others had agreed that Cerryl was fit to be a full mage. Cerryl snorted as he thought about it. If sneaking into a strange city and killing the ruler with chaos fire and escaping unseen didn't make for a magely task, he wasn't certain what did. Then, because he was an orphan from a suspect background, he'd been held to a more difficult standard in |
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