“I sense an unnatural aura about you. What brings an aberrant creature like you into this sacred place? Speak your intentions quickly or begone from this holy place.”
But, the three goblins that ambushed him in a dark copse of trees had nearly cut short his new career. He had cut one of the deeply with his short sword, managed to stay on the back of his horse, and got free of them.
(This story takes place after “Captain Todd Makes an Offer.”)
Captain Todd had been convinced that the Surveyors should formally interrogate the two cultists they had captured and brought back to Riverbend. When Shade said he would...
Aed had been nibbling lightly at his food, taking this all in. “This hypothetical of yours, Captain…is it all a parlor game. Making pretty words that are meant to impress us. Or are you being serious?”
On a large rocky outcropping stood Ayrvogh Sirt, dark and ominous, brooding over the scenery like a predator looking for prey. This was the great fort of the Legion of the Burning Heart, one of the Red Jackal's infamous Ogaroth Legions.
They wore beautiful blue military jackets with gold buttons, and some had gold braids to designate rank or roles within the military. Their horses were beautifully maintained, and wore light leather barding with blue trim, and gold ornamentation....
Kotov seemed to falter. His eyes clenched shut. Blue colored liquid was running from his nose, and the whites of his eyes had taken on a blue tint. His skin was pale, his breathing shallow.
The ogaroth workers numbered in the thousands. They sung ancestral songs in unison. Songs that told tales of their ancient history and conquests of old. Sweat dripped from their laboring muscles, and evaporated in the heat before it hit the...