Maliad The Traitor – Enter The Mage


Maliad The Traitor

by James Mahoney

Part 1

Part 2


The young Mage Garry, his companions Spirin the High Elf, Oller The Thief & Jolur the young Warrior, a Merchant’s son… Find they too have been stopped in their quest to free one of eight Paladins, protectors to the land, because of the great snow storm before them…

“This storm will last for days…” speaks Garry… Young, yet wise.

“I fear you are right,” replies Spirin.

As the snow blasts upon them, Jon begins to build a fire with great difficulty…

“Jolur… Oller… I want you to return to the Barbarian Leader and tell him that our mission has, and will be, delayed for perhaps a week or so… Spirin and I will remain here.”

With this Spirin looks not exactly pleased, because of the weather… But quickly aligns himself with the notion.

Jolur, not yet getting the fire to start, stands.

“As you wish…” he nods at Oller, and the Thief and Warrior begin their journey back from whence they came.

That evening, as Spirin on watch sits by the fire, which is positioned partly behind a great snow wall that the two of them had made, in order to not be blown out… As Garry sleeps… A soft orange glow appears from the east of camp.

Spirin, not knowing much about magic, quickly wakens the Mage, and shows it to him.

“What do you make of it?” Spirin questions Garry who wipes the slumber from his eyes.

“I care not,” Garry replies to Spirin’s surprise, and returns to bed.

Suddenly the fire rises up in this same light orange color, but this time in the form of a female Cleric…

“Gary the Conjurer… I needs speak with you,” speaks the form…

“I do believe that is the Cleric God Mithra?” proclaims Spirin.

With this Garry, annoyed now, grabs a stick and starts poking at it…

Just as quick as it arose, it dissipates, and Garry goes back to sleep.

This time the Cleric Figure, glowing in this same light colored orange, appears to Garry in his sleep… And thus, he has no other course but to listen.

“I am Mithra… God of Sun, Fire and Courage… I request your aid in a certain matter…” speaks the God.

“What needs you of a lowly Mage?” he replies, hoping his self deprivation will waylay the God, and send him on his way…

No such luck.

“Two Rangers have been slain… Another… Gone missing… My young Cleric Disciple Avia has undertaken the Quest to find the murderer, and if still alive, the missing Ranger… She does this to prove her Devotion to me…” speaks the God with Pride and Resolve.

“Good for her… Gods Speed to her,” replies Gary.

Mithra is not ammused…

“Assigned to aid her is the White Orc, Maliad… From the White Orc People… He, and he alone, will aid, and accompany her… This is not my wish… There is more to all of this than meets the eye… I wish for you to join Avia in this mission,” the God finishes.

Garry, realizing there is no obvious way for him to get out of this situation, looks to agree.

“Very well… May my friend, and companion Spirin accompany me?” Garry requests.

“I had assumed as much…” speaks the Gods as its’ image fades away, and Garry is awake.

Standing before a great light orange glowing portal is Spirin… Garry stands, grabs his gear, and walks straight through it…

“Come…” he speaks as he passes poor confused Spirin.





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Maliad The Traitor – Not So Free


Maliad The Traitor

by James Mahoney


Chapter Two – Not So Free

Maliad had survived the fall from the cliffs… Landing directly in the rough ocean below.

But so had one of the other fallen White Orcs, and thus a quarrel quickly ensued.

It did not last long, however, as Maliad overpowered him quickly

Several hours later Maliad entered the Mountain Town of Onkin, carrying the severed head of the White Orc he had slain.

Meanwhile a great snow storm had ensnared the small Town, and thus when Maliad suddenly appeared from the blinding snow, the town guards knees trembled, and they quickly sought out the town Marshal, who was a Drarven Paladin by the name of Hornic.

Without a fight, Maliad allowed himself to be captured, and placed into the small town jail.

That is where word came of the missing Rangers to the North in the Kind Yor Forrest.

It was also indicated by the tired messenger who had delivered the news, that one of the Rangers, a local young man by the name of Lyll, may yet be alive.

Quickly the town Cleric Avia declared that she would go and find this young Ranger, and do her best to aid, and or heal him, whichever the situation required.

Hornic was most uneasy at the idea of the Cleric heading out alone to face whatever unknown villains had slain the other two Rangers.

That is when he noted Maliads dark Orc eyes glaring from the darkness directly at him.

Hornic stepped towards the cage and engaged with the Orc in Dwarven tongue.

After explaining the situation, Maliad quickly said he could help the Cleric find the Ranger… Perhaps this would not only prove more so than the severed White Orc head that he indeed meant no harm to the Humans, Dwarves, Elves and Halflings of this land.

Hornic was apprehensive, but after much persuation from Avia, a deal was agreed upon.

Instead of facing an early town hearing, in what would likely end in an unlawful hanging of Maliad, primarily because he was indeed an Orc… Hornic and Avia, both of Lawful Good inclination, gave Maliad a chance to earn his freedom, and their trust.

Maliad The Traitor


“Maliad The Traitor”

by James Mahoney

CHAPTER I – Traitor

The snow storm had hit much harder than expected…

The North Eastern mountainsides of the Borne Mountains, were covered in 4 feet of snow…

And this was what the Northern White Orc Maliad contested with as he fought his way towards the great Indo Sea Cliffs, hunted by a party of White Orc Warriors…

Quarrels whizzing by him, one finally struck his left shoulder… But he did not flinch… One quarrel would not bring down a form as vigorous as a White Orc… Especially he

Finally reaching the cliff, he looked down hundreds of feet upon the icy waters of the Indo Sea, crashing against the many jagged rocks of its’ shores…

“What have I done” went through his mind

“Treason… There was no other word for it”.

Just then, two of the White Orc Warriors were upon him…

The first, he merely flipped right over the side of the cliff, watching him plummet to  his death against one of the rocks…

The second stuck a curved dagger into his belly…

“Chom Bor La!” (Taste That) he spoke in the White Orc Tongue.

With this Maliad picked up the second warrior above his head, and tossed him too into the rocks below… But he instead hit the water.

More quarrels whizzed by, one striking his back… He looked to see 5 more White Orc Warriors coming his way, bows drawn…

With this, he hurled himself off the cliff…


Some thirty miles west of him, in the dark forest of Kind Yor, three Rangers make their way…

The first in a bad mood… His name is Tyl… Dark haired, and bearded, he lead them

The second, Viimly, bald as could be, and could not stop speaking of his girl at home

Then there was Lyle… Younger than the other two, a Ranger in training, this trip was for him… Shoulder length blond, almost white, hair, and dark eyes… He was constantly distracted… Which explained Tyl’s frustration.

Suddenly there was a great roar from thirty feet ahead… With this Tyl drew his sword, and disappeared into the shadows…

“Stay here!” spoke Viimly, as he too went into the shadows, his long ash bow drawn…

The sounds and screams that would come from ahead, ripped Lyle’s heart to pieces…

“No…” he spoke under his breath, as he dropped his sword, and a great shadow approached him.