Post by Cammerz on Nov 20, 2008 12:33:05 GMT -5
The going was faster above ground as the slaves didn't need to tunnel all the time but Warlord Bloodclaw hated it, the island's continuous drizzle had soaked his fur through to the skin and his paws were cold and covered in mud. His stormvermin bodyguard were the same but they weren't complaining unlike the rest of the rats.
Bloodclaw blamed the ground, he always blamed things but he had never had to blame the ground before, full of peat it collapsed whenever they tried to tunnel so the whole clan was forced to march along the dark forest track.
The council sent the message telling him to bring a force to Albion, they told him to bring a reasonable amount of warriors and equipment and they had told him to hold the south-east coast and he would be relieved after a year, they had failed to mention the weather. the council wanted a clan they could trust and all he had been told was not to bring a grey seer or any other magic user, Bloodclaw had questioned this but received no answer.
The wind picked up, it grew dark and strange sounds surrounded them deep in the forest, the slaves started to show signs of running but the clan's packmasters whipped them back into lines.
the rain got heavier as the column arrived at the pre-prepared camp that the earlier force had created, the earlier force was made up of a unit of gutter runners and some slaves.
tomorrow they would start work on the fort which would be their home for twelve long months.
they were at the very edge of the forest at the top of a high cliff, Bloodclaw strode past the clanrats towards the cliff where a dark figure sat on a rock. Assassin Shadow-squeak was different, usually so calm and relaxed was hunched up and slightly trembling, he very slightly jumped as Bloodclaw approached and without a word, gazed down the cliff.
Bloodclaws fur stood on end and his whiskers twitched as he stood at the edge, a dark stone circle stood in the valley below with dark shapes moving around below. Bloodclaw sniffed the air.
The smell of magic.
To be continued...
Bloodclaw blamed the ground, he always blamed things but he had never had to blame the ground before, full of peat it collapsed whenever they tried to tunnel so the whole clan was forced to march along the dark forest track.
The council sent the message telling him to bring a force to Albion, they told him to bring a reasonable amount of warriors and equipment and they had told him to hold the south-east coast and he would be relieved after a year, they had failed to mention the weather. the council wanted a clan they could trust and all he had been told was not to bring a grey seer or any other magic user, Bloodclaw had questioned this but received no answer.
The wind picked up, it grew dark and strange sounds surrounded them deep in the forest, the slaves started to show signs of running but the clan's packmasters whipped them back into lines.
the rain got heavier as the column arrived at the pre-prepared camp that the earlier force had created, the earlier force was made up of a unit of gutter runners and some slaves.
tomorrow they would start work on the fort which would be their home for twelve long months.
they were at the very edge of the forest at the top of a high cliff, Bloodclaw strode past the clanrats towards the cliff where a dark figure sat on a rock. Assassin Shadow-squeak was different, usually so calm and relaxed was hunched up and slightly trembling, he very slightly jumped as Bloodclaw approached and without a word, gazed down the cliff.
Bloodclaws fur stood on end and his whiskers twitched as he stood at the edge, a dark stone circle stood in the valley below with dark shapes moving around below. Bloodclaw sniffed the air.
The smell of magic.
To be continued...