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The Trial of the Triark
an illustrated tale
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    Garalt collapsed on the rock platform on which he was standing.  The flames were gone.  His body was whole.  The pain was no more.
    "Congratulations Garalt, you are now a dragoon."
    Garalt slowly rose to his feet and looked himself over.  He couldn't believe his eyes.  His cloth shirt and worn leather pants had been transformed into a suit of chain mail.  Garalt looked puzzled at Drakon who merely smiled at him.
    "It's a side effect of the transformation.  When the fire dissipates, it leaves you with that, chain mail forged by fire itself.  You won't find a stronger suit of metal links made by human hands."
    "And it's so stylish and moves with me," Garalt quipped, moving around.

    Drakon chuckled softly at the young knight.
    "Now Garalt, understand that though you are now a dragoon, you will not have all the powers of one yet.  Just like any skill, you must train to refine and hone your skills into something truly fantastic.  With your history under Kullvox' eye, I'm sure this will be little trouble for you."
    Garalt moved his hand as fast as he could in front of him.  It shocked him how fast it moved.  Garalt smiled at Drakon and ran a few circles around the dragoon several times.  Drakon's jaw dropped.
    "You truly are the son of Garadaine!  I've never heard of anyone having such skill so soon!  You will be just as powerful as your father was, I'm sure!"
    Garalt smiled and saluted the dragoon.
    "Oh, and one more thing Garalt," Drakon said, walking slowly to his horse.  The dragoon then lifted a large burlap sack from one of his saddle bags and then handed it to Garalt.  Garalt peaked inside of it and smiled.
    "Thank you for this Drakon, and I will never reveal the location of this place to anyone."
    "Thank you, young Garalt.  I'll leave you to join your friends now, may you walk in the light."
    "May you always as well."
    Drakon slowly turned around and lead his horse out of site.  Garalt looked himself over and smiled, and then took up his shield and cane and bounded back to where he had left his friends.

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