The Eastern Scourge
Iron
helmets glistening in the early morning sun, a thousand troops marched westward
from the Eastern Empire. They held their weapons high above their heads as they
crossed the River Tarragon. Fish struggled against the strong current in an
effort to escape the crossing horde. Ahead of them lay the hills of Weston. It
would be near nightfall when they would breach the woods that bordered the
castle lands.
The
chainmail over their leather tunics clinked as the swordmasters marched up the
slope. Their buckled broadswords, whose scabbards bore the Imperial crest,
slapped their sides with a steady beat. Behind the swordmasters, several rows
of archers carried full quivers of one hundred arrows each. They would remain
ready within the woods until called for.
An envoy
travelled ahead with a missive from the Lord of Weston Manor. As she entered
the wood, she was set upon by assassins. The first drew a knife attempting to
stab her, but she quickly disarmed him. A second sought to slay her with a
crossbow. She swatted the missile out of the air with her sword, only to be set
upon again by the knife-wielder. She met his second run with the edge of her
sword. Taking his blade, she took careful aim at the sniper in the trees. After
dodging a second bolt, she launched the knife, felling him.
Attempting
to move forward, she faced two swordsmen. She skillfully dodged each thrust and
met each parry in a match that lasted for the better part of an hour. The first
opponent went down after a skillful slice to his throat. The second opponent,
she ran her sword through his heart. She arrived at the castle at the midday
hour.
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