The Journal of Calamar Eldanil:
Chapter 6: A Reputation Is
Launched
11th Goldfields 591
We set off for the area of Griff
heading for the old dwarven hold. Our first day’s travel was
to take us to the ford over the
She listed off the information
that they had found: “There are possibly fifty humans in total,
some foot soldiers and a few mounted troops. There are none in heavy
armour; all are dressed for movement and light action.”
“So they appear to be a
scouting party,” suggested Narion.
“It would appear so,”
replied Antiqué, “but they are also building defences on both
sides of the ford.”
“Ah,” interjected
Sillana. “Perhaps a fast moving advance party sent to secure
the ford?” Narion and Antiqué both nodded at this.
Antiqué continued her report.
“Most of the defences are being built on this, the north side,
of the river. Definitely more than half.”
“Ha!” a small laugh
erupted from Kiri. “Weren’t they very concerned about
the might of the elves in the forest? I thought I understood that
this was the reason they were trying to occupy our people by infesting
the forest with fiendish creatures?”
Narion, one hand stroking his
chin and his brow creased in thought, answered with, “I do believe
you are right.” As a small smile crept across his face he added,
“It’s too bad they didn’t succeed in that latest
plan. Too bad for them, that is.”
The scout continued, “We
saw a banner, although we couldn’t recognize the heraldry, and
two riders approach from the east - most probably the coast. They
looked like a command element.”
Sillana huffed, sighed, and then
said, “Well, it would probably be best if we went around this
obstacle. Perhaps moved upriver and swam the flow to get to the other
bank.” She caught me out of the corner of her eye and, when
she saw me smiling, asked, “What? What am I missing?”
“No. There will be no going
around,” said Narion. “This is the first threat we face
in this invasion. If we surrender the initiative to them, they could
well capitalize on it later.”
“But there are fifty of
them, more than twice our number. And they are preparing a position,”
Sillana answered, surprised that there was even discussion on the
idea of attacking the ford.
“Yes,” said Kiri,
leaning back and smiling, “But they didn’t count on one
thing.” She smiled at Narion and me.
“What’s that?”
the elven ranger queried.
I leaned over and explained in
a calm voice, “They didn’t - couldn’t - know that
this small band of barely half their number included my companions.”
I stood and brushed off my vestments. “I will leave the planning
of this attack to you more experienced crew. But you will need a diversion.
I will see to that.” I turned to Cae. “Give me two of
your greener members so that I may have some guards. Once I have created
my diversion I will send them on to Griff to warn of our coming.”
“How will we know when the
diversion is happening?” asked Narion.
I looked at my friend and, with
the cockiest smile I could muster (I had, after all been watching
my three companions for many months), drew myself up and said, “Oh,
you will know.”
Kiri giggled and said, “What?
Are you going to raise the river or something?”
“Precisely, my dear,”
I replied, attempting to put on a superior air such that it even begged
the fact that they ever doubted me. My lover laughed, the glee sparkling
in her violet eyes.
Turning to the
group around the fire – Narion already plotting the downfall
of the enemy, Kiri smiling even though expressing some worry at my
going off alone, Cae nodding as she moved to dispatch two of her band
to go with me, and Sillana staring open mouthed at each of us in turn
– I said, “I will see you in the camp.” And then, whisperingly to Kiri as I kissed her on the
forehead, “Know that I love you and, Hanali Celanil willing,
my arms shall embrace you on the other side of the river. Go, and
may the Seldarine watch over you.” And then I left.
Some time later, I arrived with
my two charges at the bank of the river, near a portion that was narrower
than that downriver at the ford. “Go now. Swim across and bear
word to Griff that we are on our way. This shouldn’t take us
long.” They nodded and swam the river, turning on the other
bank and looking back at me.
“May the Seldarine go with
you and watch over you,” I called to them.
“And to you brother Calamar,”
replied the taller of the two. And with that, they were off. I turned my focus to the task at hand, called for the divine power
of Sehanine Moonbow, reached forth my arms, and was greeted by the
beginnings of a large swelling in the river. This was to be
a more successful diversion than even I had hoped for.
The water kept rising.
*~*~*~*~*
I shall now recount the events
that occurred between my leaving and my return to the action. This
account was as told to me by Narion, the spearman.
“Under Antiqué’s guidance,
we took the rest of the group up to Rackhe’s position. Sillana
and her rangers, along with Kiri and I, joined the Northman, while
the remainder and Cae’s group stood off a small distance behind
us.
“We saw the earthen berm
and log gate surrounding both parts of the encampment. It enclosed
their tents and the horse-line. They were still having much activity
in their camp as they rushed to complete the defences. I thought to
myself that this plum was exactly ripe for the plucking.
“Rackhe suggested a sound
plan in trying to sneak as close as possible to the camp before springing
our attack. We all hoped that we would well be in position before
the diversion struck so that we could capitalize on any surprise amongst
their ranks.
“We set off in two lines,
the rangers and we three first, followed by Cae and her group a small
distance behind. We were within three hundred yards of the camp when
one of Cae’s band took a tumble and
fell. This alerted the camp and they began to turn their attention
toward us, a couple of their sentries even loosing arrows into the
gathering dusk in our direction. Rackhe, being at the point of our
attack’s thrust, sprang into action and began to race to the
camp. I followed with Kiri and the others on my heels.
“At this point we heard,
and to some extent felt, a rumbling in the ground. We didn’t
slow down though, figuring this was connected with your diversion
somehow. But the camp started to show some strange activity. They
began to look upriver and react excitedly to something. A few hurriedly
began to untether the horses from the horse line.
“And then we saw it. A huge
rolling wall of water, taller than a cottage, was advancing quickly
down the river towards the camp. And flying along behind the crest
of this monstrous wave was you, resplendent in the fading rays of
the sun, glorying in the power of the Seldarine. The wave rolled over
the camp, sweeping tents, men, horses, and all sundry equipment along
with it. Only those enemies at the outer ring of the encampment were
spared.
“I paused and thought that,
for such a small unassuming man, you, my priestly friend, sometimes
come up with startlingly amazing ideas. I was also glad that you were
on my side.
“The camp had begun fighting
back. Rackhe, upon whom I had cast a protection spell to keep him
safe from arrow fire, continued charging towards the enemy. Quillaqui
the wizard stopped and cast a spell upon the guards at the gated area
of the berm, sending two of them into blissful slumber. The others
of Sillana and Cae’s bands drew up in a line at that point and
began shooting the defenders along their positions.
“The commander of the ford
shouted something and pointed at you. A volley of arrows arose from
the south bank of the river but none found their mark and you appeared
unscathed. Rackhe raced past me, greatsword in hand. The archers on
the north bank split their fire between the ranger and me, a lone
arrow scraping across my armour and bruising my shoulder.
“Kiri cast forth a fireball
into the midst of the defenders at the berm and engulfed the commander
and eight others, including the two magically sleeping. Only the sergeant
was left standing after the blast. As I approached the berm, I withdrew
a potion from my pouch and drank it, casting a Jump spell on me so
that I could more easily breach their line.
“I could just make out a
wizard gesturing in the manner of arcane spellcasters, and yet nothing
appeared to happen. The wizard actually seemed puzzled at the lack
of effect. That is, until he spied a certain cleric of the Seldarine
casting magic from above. Then he was engulfed in a chaotic pattern
of rainbow hues as you called down the power of the Seldarine on him
in a hammer of divine force.
“Our line of archers took
down half the remaining troops at the north wall of the camp, leaving
but three and their sergeant to defend the gate. Immediately two missiles
of arcane magic streaked across the field and struck the sergeant
squarely in the chest. With a roar, he turned, fired an arrow at Rackhe
and then unslung his shield in preparation of melee. I advanced and
raising my hand also released a bolt of magical energy at the sergeant,
whereupon Rackhe, launching himself over the berm and into a knot
of the enemy, struck the man and laid him out on the ground, dead.
“A fireball erupted from
the enemy wizard and burst aside your flying form. It seemed as if
you managed to avoid the main power of the blast, which was a good
thing as you are not as hail and hearty as the three of us.
“The last three troopers
on the north bank fired their last arrows at me and then began to
withdraw. They were engaged by the other elves that by now had advanced
to the gate and berm itself. Kiri arrived at the gate, bow in hand
and ready to deal death to the enemy. I sprang over the berm, clearing
it easily thanks to the magic of the potion I had quaffed, and began
running toward the ford itself. As I did, I spied the little wizard
clambering over the berm towards a group of horses under cover of
some trees. You were slowly closing on him from above. Knowing you
could handle him on your own I turned my
attention to the south bank.
“Rackhe, having slain the
last of the enemy on the north bank, arrived at my side. Just then,
the wizard managed to turn atop the berm and launched a fireball at
the two of us. I was grievously hurt but in no real danger of having
to give up the fight, so our advance continued. Deciding that discretion
was the better part of valour, the little spellcaster disappeared
over the berm. The south bank was still directing their fire at you,
above us, so Kiri was also able to arrive at our side and join us
just before we began to cross the ford.
“Sillana and the other elves
clambered through the gate and over the berm. The almost-dozen enemy
on south bank advanced to the riverbank, and shot at the three of
us. Quillaqui joined the group and our attack on the south bank began.
I moved into the river and threw a magic missile the leader of the
south bank as Rackhe ran into the river past me. Kiri also cast magic
missiles at the south bank leader and the soldier next to him. Sillana
and the others moved up to the riverbank as the south bank leader
shot at Kiri and - thankfully - missed. His men directed their fire
to both my sorceress friend and me.
“We then began to advance
across the river. Having been wounded I quaffed a healing potion as
I waded through the water, Rackhe alongside me. Kiri continued to
pour arrows into the midst of the enemy, one of which slew the leader,
as did Sillana and the rest of our archer brethren. Our enemy as one
turned and, deciding that the ferocious Ratiker
was the greatest threat, fired almost a dozen arrows at Rackhe.
“I advanced to within a
few yards of the enemy on the south bank and scowled at them. ‘Be somewhere else!’ I advised them, to little
effect, as they seemed rooted to the spot. Through stupidity or fear,
I know not. Whatever the cause they had chosen this spot for their
doom. My northern friend launched himself at the enemy line and, with
a mighty swing of his greatsword, cut a man down.
“Kiri, having the keen eyes
that she does, spied a knot of men returning to the camp by climbing
over the berm to the rear of our enemy. Her hand shot forth and drew
arcane circles in the air, casting forth a sticky web to catch all
but one firmly in its grasp. The other three began to try and extricate
themselves from the web.
“A fierce fight for the
riverbank then ensued. Between the flashing steel of Rackhe and I,
ably supported by the fire of the archers, we began to make short
work of the remaining enemy. Kiri pinned down the men in her web by
dropping one with an arrow. That seemed to put paid to any idea of
escaping the others may have had.
“When the fight finally
ended we had ourselves three prisoners. Added to this was the three
that were entangled in Kiri’s spell
at the berm. Sillana and her team joined us and we began rounding
up the loose ends and seeing to our wounded.”
*~*~*~*~*
Now to catch
up on my journal account of the battle from my point of view…
I flew along just behind the crest
of the wave or river water, preparing to dispel any magics
thrown at us by enemy spellcasters. My friends were within a hundred
feet of the camp, which had now begun fighting back. A captain loosed
an arrow at me and I could here orders being yelled from the south
bank for more archers to “bring down the flying wizard!”
I noticed that a wizardly type
on the north bank was trying to cast a spell but, by calling on the
Seldarine to endow me with the power, I managed to dispel it as he
cast the magic. I then called forth the power of the Coronal to smite
him and he was engulfed in a swirling mass of purples, pinks, greens
and all the colours of the rainbow, along with sparks and balls of
glowing light as I threw the chaotic power of Arvandor down to hammer
at him.
A few arrows from the south bank
managed to graze me. In retaliation to my power, the arcanist
on the north bank cast a growing ball of fire at me, myself only just
being able to dodge most of the impact of the blast. It was this act
that drew my ire. Imbuing myself with the divine power of my god,
I floated in the direction of the wizard who, having seen the result
of his actions and being about to reap the consequences, had decided
that his greatest need of the moment was a horse. He had begun climbing
up the berm to head towards the horses that had gathered on the far
side away from the mayhem of the battle in the camp. A handful of
men returning to the camp had also gathered there and they added their
fire to that of their compatriots on the south bank. Praise to Corellon
as all the foul missiles missed their mark. The sorcerer’s last
action was to pause atop the berm and, turning towards the river,
to launch another burning ball of flame at Narion, who was caught
dead centre of the blast. He seemed none the worse for wear though,
so I set off after this pest.
I flew down after the fleeing
spellcaster, drawing my bow as I stretched forth my arm. A brilliant
beam of light, bright as the sun, leapt from my outstretched palm
towards the wizard, just missing his shoulder. He scrambled madly
away through his men and tripped on a patch of scrub. More men had
gathered on the north bank. Being grievously wounded by now I paused
to channel curative magic through my body and, drawing up to a regal
pose directed the gathered enemy here to, “Leave!” They
all took flight and I was free to go after the wizard.
The panicking little man stood
up and, in perhaps the dastardliest sign of cowardice I’d witnessed,
ensorcelled himself to become instantly invisible. He disappeared
before my eyes, robbing me of my victory. I tried to dispel the magic
but failed to do so. I began to sweep the area to see if my divine
power could detect the magic of his enchantment or of him, but this
was to yield nothing. After a few moments more of searching, I turned
to rejoin my companions on the riverbank.
*~*~*~*~*
Once the dust had settled and
I had rejoined my victorious friends, we took stock of that around
us. We counted the three captives in my lady’s web spell, and
Rackhe managed to recover the troop’s standard. A count was
found that determined my wall of water had washed away more than two
dozen men, ten of which were determined by the bodies found along
the riverbank downstream. I was sad to report to my friends that the
spellcaster had made good his escape. They tried to console me but
my efforts paled in light of their own mighty battle in the camp.
Rackhe managed to gather up ten
horses from the surrounding area, apparently all that was left of
their mounts, so our entire party could be mounted for faster movement.
A small party was sent to retrieve our equipment and we moved off
the ford and into the wilderness to camp for the remainder of the
night. As Cae saw to the wounded amongst our warband,
I looked to tending my companions. As I was just finishing up and
we were all about to settle for the night, my sweet girl presented
me with a gift. This caught me totally by surprise and I carefully
unwrapped the package she presented me. Kiri
had gone and had tailored for me a new set of very fine vestments.
She had these made in Westhome and had been
carrying them about ever since, trying to find just the moment to
present me with them. She felt that my control of the river and raising
its level to be quite an amazing feat, and so she presented me with
the gift and a peck on the cheek.
I’m so glad that life is
full of surprises such as these.
I immediately donned the garments,
stripping off the ones I currently wore as they were mussed from the
trail. In doing so I revealed to my friends
for the first time my new golden suit of finely crafted chain mail,
its celestial origins no doubt the cause of the awe I saw reflected
on both Rackhe and my lover’s eyes. I, feeling a bit mischievous
at this, took it upon myself also to proudly display my new bejewelled
platinum and gold symbol of the Coronal of Arvandor, which caused
their eyes to widen even further. I guess it seemed as if I was no
longer their plain and simple friend from times past. I laughed! I
have such good and stalwart friends. My time apart from them was washed
away and was replaced with a renewed love for my companions.
Narion set the watch for the camp,
and Rackhe set out to watch for any activity at the ford with Antiqué
and another of the band named Thelanaque. I settled in for the evening
and thanked Kiri for the gift. We didn’t have much privacy so
I was unable to thank her as effusively as I would have liked.
At last, the rest of the night
passed uneventfully.
12th Goldfields 591
That morning just before we departed,
I joined Rackhe at the ford and discussed the recent events with him.
Rackhe noticed some tracks at the ford that have come and gone in
the night. The horses appeared to have approached along the south
bank ... and Rackhe could see some small movement off in the distance
downriver toward the coast. He mulled over some possible plans the
enemy might use and, in order to supply them a little more obstruction
in executing any plans, I drew out and enchanted a warding glyph upon
the road by the ford to cause mayhem to any of evil intent that crossed
it. Then, chuckling to ourselves, we joined the rest of our band off
down the road posthaste.
During our travel, the only people
we saw the entire day were a small group of refugees heading south
to Wardlow and Dullstrand. We arrived at Griff at the end of the day
just as evening began to set. As we left the main road and journeyed
up the track towards the village, Rackhe and the scouts covered our
tracks leading to Griff and a number of Sillana’s
band of the more experienced riders moved off with all the spare horses
to give the illusion that we had continued moving toward Wardlow.
Upon arriving at Griff, Rackhe
was hailed by the “guards” at the approach to village.
Two stalwarts of the settlement had been watching the approach up
the trail from a hunting blind. They informed us that our two scouts
that I had sent ahead had arrived late yesterday. Our arrival caused
some excited commotion amongst the villagers and we were met by Grun,
who greeted us at the gate proper to the village, along with our two
scouts. Most of the villagers were also there to welcome us back.
We noticed as we entered through the gates that just about anybody
who could bear arms was.
Grun explained to us that he had
heard of our plan from Mayor Castle of Wardlow. His village planned
on battening down and staying out of the fight as mush as was possible.
“We’ll weather this storm,” he said as he offered
to settle us in for the night. He looked aside at Kiri and mentioned,
“We have a small supply of beer from Birzoon you could partake
of,” which I’m sure reinforced the positive aspects of
resting here for her.
I took my healer’s bag and
went out amongst the villagers to tend any sick and ill of their number.
One particular old man was having palpitations, him being excited
over all the activity in the locale recently. As I saw to his health,
I sat and talked with him, even brewing a pot of tea that we shared
as he told me of his time growing up and living in the village. He
had quite a perspective on humanity and I was enlightened about many
aspects of the human condition during our chat.
When I returned to my friends
and the rest of our band, they were gathered around a common room
and enjoying a bite to eat. My dearheart
and Grun were tucking in to the ale from the gnomes and all was normal
and calm. Or at least as normal and calm as a locale can be in a time
of turmoil such as we were in. Narion was stoic and quiet …
seemingly preparing for the coming war. Some Wardlow militia had visited
and should be at the hold by now, thereby bolstering our planned raiding
force.
In Narion’s company with
Kiri and Rackhe alongside as well, we went to question the prisoners.
I cast a spell to enable me to discern if they were lying, and Kiri
was ready with a spell to plunder their thoughts if necessary. Our
three captives were a young man of some nineteen or twenty summers
named Malper, another somewhat older fellow
called Uncan, and an obvious veteran of
many campaigns, a surly fellow named Stokie.
They served in the force under command of one Lord Erilan
Tees. Kiri mentioned that she knew him as a noble, a baron, and one
of the great captains of the Lordship of the Isles. He was apparently
a ruthless fighter but did conduct himself by a code of honour –
the Code of the Seas. It was thankful news to hear that he was not
one given to rapine or pillaging. Their task was to have held the
ford against any local interference so as to aid in the movement of
their troops from the north. They had landed on the morning of the
previous day at the seaside
After having
Rackhe remove the other two from the room, the last man, Stokie,
turned to Narion and spat, “I ain’t
tellin’ ya nuthin.”
“I figured that would be
your reaction. That’s why I saved you for last. I’ve saved
this for you,” as my soldierly friend unrolled a scroll and
cast a charm upon his person. Stokie came
over all of a sudden as an old and dear friend of Narion’s.
He could now continue his questioning without worry of interference
or attitude.
“Watch out for elves, that’s
why we had to take the ford,” is what Stokie
said their mission had been. Apparently, there was much concern displayed
over our people to the north in the
“He probably doesn’t
like you flirting with his girlfriend,” replied Narion. Stokie suddenly looked a little concerned and stopped his
advances, although he did keep occasionally glancing back at me throughout
the remainder of the interrogation. He did mention that he had heard
his troop captain, Captain Habat, talking
with a sergeant and let us in on the “scuttlebutt” of
what was going on.
They were the sole patrol but
there were two regiments in the north arm of the invasion and they
were pushing toward Dullstrand. The 26th Regiment,
that of Lord Tees, numbered between twelve hundred and fifteen
hundred men and was advancing down the coast as we spoke. A few mercenary
spellcasters had been hired and travelled with them. The other somewhat
smaller force, the 14th Regiment or Arlen’s Buccaneers, had
landed further north to prevent a force flanking the advance from
the forest and hills. Captain Arlen, another great captain, was a
one-eyed merciless pillager and rapist.
He was much more likely to devastate an area than Lord Tees. Stokie then added that the
entire force had been brought out with promises of loot and many were
looking forward to this as a grand adventure.
In a comment about our current
habitation, the veteran remarked, “Well armed farmers here.
Glad we’re not storming these walls.”
“Dullstrand would be worse,”
said Narion.
“Aye.” He went on
to inform us that a number of engineers, perhaps a dozen spellcasters,
and porters to accommodate a number of supply dumps (some of which
my two warrior friends had already taken care of) had been hired on
as well.
Bringing the other two in from
where Rackhe had been plying them with comfort and ale, we informed
them that they had acquitted themselves well in the fight at the ford.
They remarked that it was the first time they’d ever seen a
wall of water like that. Rackhe agreed. Narion then concluded the
interrogation with the words, “Do right by us; we’ll do
right by you.” Then he cast a small prestidigitation and called
forth a glowing ball before each man, which he then made to disappear
into the chest of each. “If you fail us in this, I will crush
your heart like an egg.”
As the captives were taken away,
he then took advantage of the small time left in his magic and enchanted
Rackhe’s boots to appear covered with tar. Laughing at our friend’s
embarrassment at the reminder of the “Blackfoot Incident,”
Kiri and I started to get a small impromptu party going amongst the
villagers to celebrate life before the coming troubles. Kiri was telling
village children stories, playing games and amusing them with prestidigitation,
as did Narion and Quillaqui. They were awed and amazed.
That night, as the rest of us
relaxed, and the night passed uneventfully, Rackhe steadfastly and
somewhat restlessly walked the ramparts of the small settlement.
13th Goldfields 591
When we left for the stronghold,
a couple of farmers drove out a small herd of cattle to help cover
our tracks. I cast a sending to provide Calandir with some warning
and the advice that Arlen One-Eye would give no quarter. Calandir
replied that they were observing the force but that they had not approached
close to the forest at this time. Once we got to the hold, we would
send a messenger to Wardlow with our current information. We blindfolded
the prisoners and we were off.
About mid-afternoon, we arrived
in the area of the hold. Some outposts spotted us, and one that actually
greeted us turned out to be a Wardlow militiaman known to Narion.
Riding up to the fortress, we could see that the front gate had been
repaired since our last visit and was now in working order. Two people
familiar to my friends from their travels during my enforced sabbatical
greeted us at the gate. One was Larsil, a big burly bulky hail-and-hearty
cheery friendly man in his mid twenties who had been an assistant
shipwright and was a sergeant in the Wardlow militia. He was familiar
to Narion, as my soldier friend had done some work with the town militia,
in preparation for the coming fight against the Lordship invaders.
Larsil was effectively the commander of the fortress. The dwarf by
his side, Dorlan, a gruff dwarf in full plate (which I found out later
he had made himself), had been an assistant to Bannar the Smith. He
was familiar to Rackhe, as he had helped in the crafting of his scimitars.
Dorlan was second to Larsil and in charge of getting the fort ready
for operations and maintaining it during the coming fight.
We were escorted into the old
main hall, which was now converted into a stable. The garrison of
the fort consisted of twenty Wardlow militia under Larsil. Within
this group, a young girl named Brendie Svenson,
the daughter of Svenson of Svenson
Cartage, commanded a handful of six mounted archers. There was obvious
chemistry evident between Larsil and the pretty horse archer when
he introduced her, and we were to later find
out that they were indeed courting. I had a hard time understanding
how the situation leant itself in anyway to courting but I never try
to think to hard on the habits of humans. Under Dorlan
there were six dwarf craftsmen, including Badek
a mason’s assistant and Dorlan’s second, and six gnomes from Birzoon militia.
There was also an acolyte of Xerbo named
Karoll who acted as the garrison’s healer. To this,
we added Sillana and her scout party of herself, Quillaqui, and four
elves; and also Cae with her ten elven warriors.
Upon hearing that we arrived with
prisoners, the smiths were detailed to fix up on of the old officer’s
quarters as a cell. Once the prisoners were removed from us, we four,
with Sillana, Cae, Quillaqui, Larsil, Brendie,
Dorlan, Badek and Karoll
sat down to conduct a small council of war. (Why I seemed to be more
often involved in councils of war is totally beyond me.)
Rackhe and Narion laid out their
plan for the raiding force. It was to be occupied with raiding and
not spying. It was more important to deprive the enemy of freedom
of movement and force him to maintain a strong guard over his supplies
than to gather information on such a large force. It was obvious that
the intention of any invader, based on the plans my friends had uncovered,
would be to drive on Dullstrand via Wardlow.
In taking our first raiding party
out, we would leave behind Larsil and ten of the town’s warriors,
and of course Dorlan and the dwarves and gnomes. We would also leave
Cae and her ten warriors to help guard the fort and provide reserves
for the raiding force. The first objective of our force would be to
locate the enemy and disrupt their supplies and, as Rackhe put it,
“to seize opportunities as they arise.”
Sillana dispatched Antiqué as the messenger to Wardlow, much to the latter’s
chagrin at being left out of the raiding party. Even though, she dutifully
set off immediately to the town. Kiri and I laid claim to one of the
separate rooms and planned to have a nice night of passionate bliss
before going out the next morning, celebrating life before possibly
riding to our dooms.
*~*~*~*~*
TO BE CONTINUED...
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