Moga Knight Memoirs:Chapter 8/Journey to the Great Plains

We began flying straight towards the great plains. It was a huge land full of nice places where the Barroth and the Tremrho Tribe loved. It was really an immense grassland that horses and wyverns both loved.

We flew at a high speed, loking everrywhere at the same time, looking for the pass in the mountains that we could fly through to get to the Great Plains. Eventually, we saw the hole in the clouds indicating the pass. Our Skyrinthes dove at a firghtening speed towards it, but landed on the ground in the pass and would not continue no matter how we urged. I drew my blade and said to myself, "Something isn't right..." I looked around and noticed. Not only was a light pointed right at us from a good distancve away, maybe 10,000 leagues at most, but the temperature and look of the area had shifteed; now the area was bleak, white and snowy, and freezing cold, as opposed to the mild temperature and black stone of the earlier time. We crouched down and watched the eye sweep around us. I drew my sword and swung it in front of me, challenging Anobon from his dark crevice. He turned and swept the valley. We got back on our Skyrinthes and took off.

We began to approach the plains. They looked like a green, brown, and blue mass of earth. We could see many hundreds of riders herding Aptonoth and other cattle around the land. As we got near the village, all of the people save for the Chief ran away in horror. The chief looked up at us and slowly let his jaw drop.

"Is that......Jonathan the Barroth warrior!?" The Chief, Domhan, said in a proud voice.

"Aye! It be the Barroth Warrior indeed!!" He said in a giddy tone.

He jumped down from his saddle and ran to him. They were instantly talking. I walked over to them, asking what they were talking about.

"What do you seek with the Tremrho tribe? Is it aid in coming war?" Domhan said.

"Yes. We seek aid from the Riders of The Tremrho. Would you show uis around the village, however?" I replied.

"Certainly! I wil show you our home. He said, walking towards the dusty village.

It was full of small houses and paths beaten hard by horses. There were stables around every corner also, and weapon holds in many areas. A blacksmith's shop sat in the middle of town, built in a wall. Black smoke billowed out of its chimney, as with the Inn. Within the northern end of town sat beaten an Inn, for guests to the town. We approached it and opened the door. Inside sat five tables, each with some bottles on them. At the other side was a bar, where drinks could be served. The kitchen was to the left.

"Now, I don't recommend you try the whiskeys, beers, and such until you're accustomed to Behoisce's brews. It's much stronger than the typical brew from diffferent lands. Of course i say this primarily to the people not from around here, not Jonathan or maybe even.....the Barroth Warrior, young, John." He said.

We laughed and started up the stairs to our rooms. They were each about the size of a very large closet, save for two rooms, which me and Tayler and Joanthan and the Black Rathian Warrior took. We proceeded to walk back down the steps to get a drink when five drunk bandits bashed in. We ran down, I drew my sword, Tayler drew hers, and the rest did the same except for two; Levon and Sylvyr. Levon pulled out a small gun* made from Jhen Mohran, and Sylvyrfocused energy in his staff. We jumped down the bottom stair and stood with blades and guns pointed at them. They had taken several different drinks in a sack, along with a week's supply of meat. I nudged Tayler to the sack of meat hanging from one of their hands, and she cut it from the gauntlet grasping it. She then hooked it with the blade and drug it toward her, without any meat spilling out. They pulled a gun and shot Tayler three times. I instantly swung my sword with all my might into the chest of the one who did so; he fell with a thud and blood began to pool. Tayler was breathing heavily and saying something; blood was also beginning to come from the wounds.