A Shattered Peace, Part III

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Loziras was awakened by a cry from the far side of the dormitory.  Credance sat bolt right also as the whimper reached him.  The two boys looked at each other blankly, then back toward the source of the sound.

“What is that?” asked Credance.

“Not sure, but I have a fair bet,” replied Loziras swinging his legs out from the bed and throwing on a light habit.  The two apprentices approached the room where Môràh was sleeping.  Pressing his ear to the door, Loziras could clearly hear the whimpering of the elf as she was wracked by whatever pained her.

A Shattered Peace, Part II

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“I find myself most disappointed by your failure,” growled the armored warlord.  His jet black armor covered him from tip to toe.  He turned from the wall to look down on the man who kneeled before him.  “Despite having every advantage possible, you allowed the insufferable Templar to escape!”

“I take full responsibility m’lord,” said the man, his head still hung as not to look at his master.

“Look at me!” commanded the warlord.  The man’s head lifted up to look at the black, foreboding helm.  “You know the price of failure.  And you shall pay it, in full!”  The warlord swung his sword down in a vicious arc, decapitating the man before he had a chance to scream.  “Remove this…incompetent,” instructed the warlord as a clutch of goblins waddled into the pavilion.

A Shattered Peace

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“They’re seein’ through the promises

And all the lies they dare to tell

Is it heaven or hell?

They know very well”

“Only the Young” by Journey

Crüxt could feel the air tear at him as the company galloped over the beaten turf.  Ahead of them lay the Shrine of Arcén, one of the Templar’s many holdouts.  The burly Dräekìn stood in his stirrups to look around.  Crüxt easily towered over the men within his company, let alone the natural structure his race inherited from their less favorable ancestors.  “Company halt!” he called out.  The survivors of the battle came to halt to encircle their leader.