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Breakneck and Waterswift docked at Stalwart Port while the Dark Monarch anchored in the bay. The prince with Han, Ardor, Melee, Pluck, Fracas, Sinew, and Parry unloaded their horses and rode to the castle with a Morgog escort while the rest of the High Guards stayed on the ships.
“I’ve never seen a Sentinel before today,” Fracas admitted. “Look at the black leather armor they wear. It must be hot and heavy.”
“They say their armor’s hardened by the Fires of Morgog,” Sinew said. “That the capitol’s centered around these fire geysers and since the foundation of the Kingdom, the flames have yet to cease their blazing.”
Parry laughed and then spoke, “They also say their armor is the strongest in the world.” He tapped the top of his silver hilt as he said, “I have yet to see armor my blade couldn’t penetrate.”
They rode past a Sentinel sharpening his sword.
“Interesting piece of weaponry, isn’t it?” Sinew asked as he pointed to the large sword with a wavy blade. “It’s a Flamberge; it was first created to cut down cavalry and also boasted to be hardened by the Fires of Morgog.”
Parry glanced at the large sword as he spoke, “Impressive yes, but heavy and slow in battle. What else do we know about them?”
“Their royal army the Sentinels consist of three groups; Bowman, Footsoldiers, and Cavalry,” Fracas replied. “I would enjoy pitting my Archers against their Bowmen in a shooting contest.”
Parry flexed his massive biceps as he said, “I wouldn’t mind wrestling with a few of them.”
Four Sentinels glared at them.
“Move along,” Han commanded and then he added, warning them, “Quietly.”
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