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The Trial of the Triark
an illustrated tale
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    "One condition, eh?" Drakon smirked at the young knight, "very well, what is your price?"
    "Make me a dragoon." Garalt said matter-of-factly.  Drakon nearly fell down.
    "Make you a dragoon, just like that?"
    "Well, make me a dragoon however dragoons usually do that sort of thing."
    "So you want to be a member of the Triark Dragoons, huh?  Won't your king be upset that you're forsaking him like that?"
    "I don't want to be a Triark Dragoon, just a dragoon."
    "I see, all the wonderful powers and prestige without all the hampering morals of a full blown religion..." Drakon quipped.  Drakon looked at Garalt and then thought for a long while.
    "Very well young knight, if it is your wish to be a dragoon, you shall become one.  But, be warned, the transformation into a dragoon is a dangerous one."
    "I am not afraid."
    "You should be."


    Drakon took the young knight and his six companions deep into the wooded highlands to the east of Lahstain.  Along the way Garalt fulfilled his end of the bargain, telling all he knew about the dragon that was ravaging the land to Drakon.  But as they approached a very odd looking rock formation, Drakon stopped.  Explaining that only Garalt and himself could go any further, the others stayed behind. Drakon then lead Garalt to an odd gorge in a rocky outcrop.
    "This is a ceremonial Triark shrine.  There are several hidden all around Kahlan.  Anyone wishing to become a dragoon must come to one of these sites with one, and only one dragoon."
    "What must I do?"
    "Stand here," Drakon motioned to what looked like an 'X' made of stone.

    "Now Garalt," Drakon began, "again, before we start I must warn you.  Anyone who is not fit or unable to become a dragoon WILL die from this ordeal."
    "I am Garalt, son of Garnadaine the Cleaver.  I stand ready."
    "SON OF WHO??  Garnadaine the Cleaver??" Drakon seemed like he was about to drop over dead.
    "Is there a problem?"
    "No, no not at all.  It's just that I'm standing before the only known progeny of the most powerful Triark Dragoon in recent history."
    "How recent?"
    "Try the last five hundred years."
    "...Oh.... wow..." Garalt stood motionless, trying to fully comprehend his father's abilities.  He had to admit it was a bit overwhelming to him.  "So can I become a dragoon?"
    "Rather persistant, aren't you?  I'm surprised you didn't become one naturally with your lineage.  Regardless, even with your lineage there is a chance that you will die.  Are you sure you're ready?"
    "Do it." Garalt said sternly, staring off into the horizon.

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