Legends Lost Tesnayr

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  A mixed crowd of orcs and people gathered in the great hall of the castle eager for the display that Galbrok had planned. Excited murmuring echoed through the room as everyone settled themselves. The orcs were the most anxious, always reveling in a display of blood.

  Galbrok sat on the throne at the front holding his staff of steel. He banged it three times on the floor quieting the crowd. “Bring out the prisoners.”

  Several heavily armed orcs dragged Jenel and Tesnayr into the chamber. Jenel stood defiantly eyeing the mob in an effort to quell her unease. Tesnayr remained unusually calm.

  “Rybnik,” said Galbrok, “Are you ready?”

  Rybnik stepped forward and saluted Galbrok. “Yes, my lord.”

  “How do you wish to proceed?”

  “With a bow.”

  “Very well,” said Galbrok, “Bring him a bow.” Nothing happened. “Archer!”

  An orc in a far corner jerked awake. He rushed forward with his bow almost tripping over a black cat. The orc handed Rybnik his longbow. He reached toward his quiver for an arrow when he realized that he already had one in his hand. Rybnik took it.

  “Bring forth the girl,” ordered Galbrok.

  Orcs shoved Tesnayr to the sidelines as they pushed Jenel to the center of the room. Tesnayr fought against them and received a blow to the stomach.

  “You will kill her,” said Galbrok.

  Rybnik hesitated from a moment. Aware of all the eyes upon him, he raised his bow, aimed, and fired. The arrow whizzed through the room and struck Jenel just above the heart. She fell to the ground unmoving. Rybnik lowered his arm, his expression unreadable.

  A man approached Jenel placing his hand over her mouth. “Dead,” he said. Two more came forward and carried her away.