The Numerical Code

[Tehya]

Times were perilous and Tehya decided to use her spare time when not writing in the journal for the Emperor, to device a code in her writing. Many messages could be delivered by the bard to the palace where spying eyes wouldn't be able to decipher the code.

She sat down in the room in the palace and looked into that magical mirror remembering an artifact that was hidden away a long time ago.

To sing this story to the Emperor in his court would be the safest way to relay her message. He was shrewd enough to listen to her words and know what she meant, especially after noting on a parchment in the back of his journal the code she had created.

The Inn was a dangerous place to sing songs that might mock a thief, or magi...so this song came to be.

The Numerical Code


Oh thy wizard that sees in number codes
your magic has the scent your powers well known
Gathered in groups of one… two… three and four
you battled Katarein's minions to the floor

The bloody magic has made such an illusion
you had to include yourself in conclusion
Have the artifacts survived many a war
Or dwindled in size
for your magic to mourn

When the clash of war, brought the minions down
the draw on your magic was ever resound
Katarein thought that she had won; all that she sought
but found
there was one thing long lost, and poorly fought
That one little artifact her final mission
has proved to change the history and a viable commission


Her robes swirled in reds, gold and black
only to get the artifact back.
Raising her hand up to the skies
she proclaims that one artifact was hers to find
Can it be a dulling of her magic code
or the wrath of losing what she can not hold


She used her fellow magi well
they fought beside her and soon fell
Numbers yes; that one word she honored so
became one less, than eight, and nine to go
Her magis disappeared by death’s hand
and she was the only one left to stand

The quiver of her lips and sparkle in her eyes
did not forget the one artifact in the tombs did lie
She went on, and on to finally find,
Number one, eight, and nine.

Be it rumor or the truth there is one more to find
have you heard the names of one, eight, or nine?
Whispered names caress your ears to only learn
one is Garnal, eight is Darien, and the nine is Forlern

A rusty sword may point the way,
be careful not… to stray.
Tis near you; so close the magic may find its way


To find the number one, eight or nine,
You will need to think in rhyme
For you search so close to your hand
The artifact sharply cuts the band

You can not choose your path or search,
The artifact is beside you on a perch
Emperor when you send your guards
Look up towards the tree with much regard

Remember the numbers eight and nine,
Make sure your guards can think in rhyme
With no magic by their side
Up above counting they will find


One by eight by nine, is that a rhyme
no that is the artifact you will find