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-------Rescue Me-------
The elven commander noticed the fighting had stopped, and he climbed out of the hole he was in. He checked around, assuring it was safe before ordering his men to come up. They then made their way to the doorway, there was no door anymore, it was obliterated in the attack. In the center they found Bosh, no longer glowing an aura of evil. He glutched in his right hand a non-glowing sword. The commander knew that the evil was extinguished. He ordered his men to check the room for any demons that may be around before making his next decision.
"Lets get him out of here." He ordered. The men gave him a protesting look, but he scowled at them to assure them of his seriousness. They hoisted him into their arms and quickly carried the legendary warrior out from the battlegrounds, he still held his sword tightly, assuring them that he was far from dead.
The elven group made its way to the surface before encountering many bows of all sorts, swords of many kinds, and hands readied in spellcasting position aimed at them. The lead soldier slowly walked to them, ordering them to lay on the ground with their hands over their heads. He then went to his fallen Grand Marshal.
Bosh opened his eyes and took a deep breath, sending the royal commander sitting on the floor quickly. Bosh jumped up, scanned the area, and then sheathed his sword.
"That is alright commander, these elves saved me." he stated with a smile at them. They all breathed a sigh at that time, knowing he was not the cold death marcher anymore. The elven commander breathed a longer sigh.
"Commander, get these men to the ships, and have one of our ships take our elven friends to the island of forest. I will return to the castle to deal with.. One more piece of unfinished business."
The royal guard knew something was not right with his superior officer, and for that he was glad. Whatever happened in that cave was a blessing to the world and he would pray his thanks to his god every day for the rest of his life for this gift. He smiled and snapped to a salute, and the army followed. Then he barked the orders and sent the men into motion. He was a skilled motivator, an excellent speaker, and an able tactician. Since Bosh conducted most tactics in the army, he was assigned as more of a vocal role more than commanding troops in real war.
Bosh smiled to all, and thanked the elven group for their assistance. He offered them money, then food, then weapons, then enchantments, then offered them anything they wanted, each time they humbly refused. He managed to get them to accept written, signed, and signet stamped letters of appreciation however, for all to see and believe in their story. He thanked them again, and made his way to his flagship.
The H.M.S. Armageddon was renamed the H.M.S. Tranquility, in memory of all those that he had wronged, and the chaos he had caused this world. Bosh could not help but shed tears when he saw the ships new letters shine brighter than any others in the fleet. He had always been a great seaman, he rivaled many of the pirates even. And he respected the sailors of his ships, and he respected the pirates for their ways as well. That had become jelousy when he was evil, but now he was back again, and now he just needed to hope that the king was returned as well. He did not forget the time that he ran his sword through Johnathan, the dark shadows consumed much of his soul, and the demon left the sword and took control of John for times, causing utter chaos in his life. Bosh intended to right his wrongs, and nothing would stop him.
The ships launched away from the beach, and he focused full force to the ships sails. He glad to see that his magic was responding, and it was stronger than ever. He breathed a sigh of relief, and went to his command quarters for the remainder of the journy.
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