Gawyn's Horus stories

[King_Of_Angmar]

Great stories boss Very detailed, I like.

[adraly]

Nicee!! i like it!!

[Malik2]

Part 4

The thin whisper of scurrying rats met their ears as the sun sank in a blaze of blood reds, mottled oranges, and confused browns. The cold desert wind made Xia shiver as the small group huddled around a sputtering fire while the orc captain stalked near his tent, throwing angry glances towards his own fire pit.

“What a god forsaken place” said Anpu kicking dust and watching it slide sideways away from the group and between the hide tents. Little bands of Syrtis were running all over the desert, they began to trickle into the camp by ones and twos.

Turrican pulled the trailing edge of his turban across his mouth and nose, walked over to Ulixes, “Change.”

“Yes, change.” Answered the hunter, “Change comes. Change or die.”

“Why?”

“We can ignore change, stagnate, drag along half alive, or we can plan for tomorrow.”

“I don’t know if I like it.” the conjurer said. “Maybe these new people like change. Maybe they will change things in a bad way.”

“There is always risk.” Ulixes cupped a palm of sand, “Sand. You heat it, it become glass, but still sand somehow.” Then looking into the gathering night, “The world always changes; the sun comes up it goes down, I get older, get grey hair, get fat, get thin. Even this changes,” he said opening his palm and letting the wind take the sand from his hand in a light brown stream, “It will never be here again, but,” The hunter said clasping Turrican’s shoulder, “This won’t change, friendship, camaraderie, honor, on that you can be sure.”

Dingbat yelled, sounding a little exasperated, “Are you two going to get a room or get to Samal!”

Dingbat, Turrican, and Ulixes vaulted over the quartered body of an orc warrior that strayed a little too close to Shrikant’s Sartico sword and chased after the shrinking image of the Inquisition party.

Rand Althor grey armor clad and Jaud were already on the door at Samal. Soon joined by Rob the Knight, Tienwarr, Yadi, and a collection of mages and archers. The twins, Pallaama Hunter and Otava sprinted around the back side tracking and diligently keeping watch for stray ignis. Xia and Anpu finished off the tower guards as Shrikant leapt at the door as more and more of the elf party joined the fray at the empty fort’s gates.

By the time the door had splintered, word came that Shanaarid had been taken and the elven numbers had again surged past twenty. Only a moment more and the empty fortress was in Syrtian hands.

Once more the shouts of “Go! Go! Go!” urged the Syrtians out of the gates and again into the open desert. And like a machine they were out the door leaving only a trail of dust, blown to the west, never to rest in the same place again.