The Iron Hex

Prologue

Six of Astra’s finest knights stood in solemn formation around the table in the dimly lit throne room. Flickering candles

tossed heaving shadows against the stone walls as the knights waited to hear why they had been summoned on this brisk autumn

evening.

Lord General Kerrigan, resplendent from his shining armor to his silvered hair, paced back and forth, his brow furrowed.

“Each of you have been chosen because you are the best knights in the Iron Retinue—and the most trusted,” Lord General Kerrigan

spoke, his deep voice booming in the quiet of the late night.

“I know there have been murmurs of promotions for knights within the Iron Retinue as of late. Those who have been selected

have already begun their new role. They will be given the same assignment as you, and your results will determine who among

you is most capable of a promotion such as theirs.”

A palpable ripple of eagerness swept through the group, a silent tremor that passed from knight to knight. Failure in their duties could spell ruin, but success could mean the coveted opportunity to grow within the Iron Retinue’s ranks.

“Commander Hugo Venton has abandoned his post and stolen documents vital to the safety and security of the Iron Empire—he

must be apprehended and executed.”

The lord general did not ask if they would accept this mission. He knew each knight in the room would follow him without pause

or consideration. In response, the six soldiers placed their hands on the Iron Empire’s sigil on their plate armor.

“Use whatever means and force necessary . . . and execute anyone who has assisted in concealing Venton or aiding him on his

journey to destroy our glorious empire. May the iron in your blood strengthen the iron in your sword.”

“May the iron in your blood strengthen the iron in your sword,” the six echoed before turning sharply and leaving the room.