Flames at Dusk


Hasan saw the situation clearly. “Many men came from the north. Just one to the south, into the woods. That was a brave man. A dangerous one. I say we follow the one. It is his trail that will lead us deeper into this mystery.”

Miklos listened to Hasan’s assessment of the trail. “You are quite correct, Prince Hasan. We must seek to question the lone traveller. We may get some confirmation of our fears from him.” he added.

“Are we not forgetting something?” What of the folk at Misha’s jetty? These thugs visited there before they came here. Have you no thought for them? The lone man might not be hastening away with news of us, he may have left the campsite directly, making the assumption that such a force would easily overcome us? We might have time at least to check Misha’s?”

“True.” cut in the mage, “But, my theory is still supported by this new trail. He may have doubled back from the ambush site ahead of us along the trampled undergrowth to hide his tracks, and his purpose. Or he may have remained here and seen the smoke from the pyre and decided that the ambush was a failure. What say the rest of you?”

“Maruc, whatever happened at Misha’s happened over a day ago. There is little we can do for them after so long. I agree with Hasan and Miklos. This lone trail, of the man arriving alone, is the trail that will likely hold the most information.” The dwarf looked over to Stephan. “It seems your horses will have to wait.”

Stephan’s eyes narrowed slightly at the dwarf’s words.

“You assume, master dwarf, that I am beholden to you. Regardless of your path, I go now to my brother’s. For me, there is no other way.

“And look. Here are the marks in this direction,” Stephan indicated with his hands. He turned to the dwarf, “It happens to be the direction I am heading. Since there is proven unrest hereabouts, I can not tarry at Misha’s to gather information. I would hasten to Pyotr’s to see that all is well. And fulfill my pledge to him.

“The light won’t last.”

With that, the fighter began the trek to Sukiskyn.

Their purposes aligned, the group of adventurers headed further into the forest, following the footsteps toward the human settlements. The path being over a day old, it grew fainter as they traveled. As the path brought them ever-closer to Stephan’s family homestead, his pace quickened.

Dusk had arrived, but the group was nearing the horse farm. A twilight hush was setting over the forest. The peaceful stillness was broken by a faint cry in the distance. The evening breeze brought a whiff of woodsmoke. Ahead, a glimpse of flames rose beyond the trees. The sounds grew louder, and the shouts of men mingled with harsh, guttural warcries and the clash of battle came from the direction of Sukiskyn.



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6 responses to “Flames at Dusk

  1. Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 17,295/24000
    Miklos: 17,360/20000
    Feldard: 17,405/34000
    Hasan: 16,735/32000
    Stephan: 16,210/32000

  2. Hasan

    “On now,” urged Hasan. “To the horsefarm. Stephan must lead the way. Where will your brother defend himself?” He pulled an arrow from the quiver by his side. His heart pounded; a bloody din arose in his ears for the second time today. Battle awaited.

  3. Maruc (Clr 5)

    At least I’ll not have to don my armour in a rush! thought Maruc as he hurried after the much faster elf. “Feldard.” he said as they sprinted toward the conflagration. “I’d suggest surprising them. So try to avoid your infamous battle cries… for the moment.”

    Maruc lengthened his stride and scooping his shield round he unhooked his flail. He chose a target as his eyes became accustomed to picking them out against the blaze. Damn but it was confusing. Who was homesteader and who was bandit? He guessed any armoured folk would be the attackers so he chose the nearest armoured man who was bearing down on an innocent.

    At ten paces he used the reserves of his speed and resisting the tempation to utter a battle cry he collided into the assilant dangerously swinging his flail.

  4. Miklos

    At the back of the group Miklos sighed as his friends speed off. “No chance for sublety then?” he said at their retreating backs trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He spent a few moments realising that all of his spells, although not leathal, were indescriminate. And sending people to sleep in a blaze was tantamount to murder. Web in a blaze? Useless. He needed to get closer. Perhaps a situation might present itself.

    He sped off. The irony of running into battle didn’t escape him though.

  5. Stephan

    “Blessed Havlav! This way, to the dwelling.” Stephan ran to the right, skirting a hay wagon. “The horse barn is near it! The unarmed,” by this he surely meant the women and children, “will be there and the men will be defending either them or the horses. Here! ‘Round this way! We can make a surprise from behind the tack shop.”

    He lead the others with regard to the layout of the buildings but deferred to their obvious experience in battle together. Splitting into pairs, the fellowship of the river made their attack…

  6. Feldard

    Feldard ran following the others trying to keep up with the elf and humans, but his shorter legs were no match over the sustained distance.

    As he ran, he unhooked his crossbow from the side of his pack and reached back for a bolt. He paused his stride long enough to pull back and ready his weapon, but kept it unloaded until he had a definite target.

    The main dwelling was Feldard’s intended goal. The dwarf could care less about the horses. It was the innocents that needed to be protected.

    As they rounded the tackshed, the dwarf spotted several bandits approaching the house; Feldard loaded the bolt he carried and fired off the shot towards them just moments before the cleric charged one of the men.

    Feldard pulled his battle axe, and mindful of the clerics suggestion, bore down on the bandits without his usual battlecry.

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