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shut your mouth, and leave my eyes. My business in the west is my own.” He sensed this woman wanted to converse, to travel with him, at least for awhile. His nerves crawled, his stomach churned, he could feel her sword even fifty feet away now. It made him sick.
“I will ask the deer, he will tell me anyway. I told you next time we met, it may well be different than you expected. I am heading west also, sent by the Goddess. ” Angeline sheathed her blade, followed slowly, asking the animal that was sent to watch Kendari many a question in the night in a s ecret tongue through the wind .
“Good. I hope you two have many conversations together, far away from me . And it is not over yet, Angeline. If you do not tell me that name tomorrow, I will kill you. ” Kendari knew he should kill her, but could not understand why he did not want to. His mind tried to rationalize why he was walking away with his swords sheathed from a woman he had fought three times and had yet to kill . He looked at the horse, pulled his blankets from behind the sad d le, and laid down to sleep. He heard the sounds of the merchants that still lived, returning over the hill to fetch their tents and wagons. His ears heard the moans of those still struggling to survive their injuries. He could tell they were packing up and heading off in fear. Kendari smiled as his eyes closed.
“We will not be far, Kendari of Stillwood. I will see you in the morning then .” Angeline heard from the deer that Seirena had offered a form of redemption, a task he would never complete, the salvation of hundreds of thousands of lives for the ones he had destroyed. Still, he headed west to be gin, more out of defiance to the Goddess than any real intent on achievement. Despite what he was, Angeline of Charity did not feel the need or urge to kill the cursed elf, unlike the last few times they had met. She sat with the deer, hearing more of his story, long into the warm Shanador night.
Exodus IV:I
Road to Freemoore , North of Evermont, Shanador
Saberrak stood at the curve in the worn dry road . He looked west, nonchalant as he could, while Sir Jardayne, Sir Codaius, their fifty cavalry, and the purple and green wagon filled with little folk all passed by. He waited for Shinayne and the others, drinking from his waterskin on a knee now, nodding to those that continued on the road that they were about to leave. He looked to the sun, clouded over thankfully in the late summer heat, then glanced west as his companions approached.
“What is it horned one?” Shinayne waved to the caravan ahead, they had stopped now and were looking back.
“See that dark storm there, beyond those three hills and that crag?” Saberrak nodded with his horns, not wanting to point or draw curiosity.
“Yes. And I see some sand colored rock from the foothills below the storm. This is it then, those are the foothills of the Kaki Mountains out there.” Shinayne took a deep breath.
“What is it then? Ye all cannot be as tired as me, ye’ got longer legs and less armor. Come on then, pick up the pace.” Azenairk walked next to James, Gwenneth floating behind, as he wiped the sweat from his face with a cloth.
“ Zen, look west .” Shinayne whispered.
He strained his eyes, his friends all around him. He saw a rolling black thundercloud far in the distance, many miles of hills and crags, no roads anywhere. Zen shook his head.
“Nothin’ there. Keep movin’.” Saberrak’s hand set on his shoulder, strong, and stopped him in place.
“Look low, should not be hard for you dwarf . Below those dark clouds that do not seem to move like the rest, between the hills. See it?” The gray gladiator kept still, sensing some of the caravan heading back this way now.
Zen looked again, squinting his eyes, then they went wide. He saw sandstone, bits of golden yellow rock here and there, signs of the fabled Kaki Mountain range. The storm seemed to try and hide it, the lightning in the distance
“I will ask the deer, he will tell me anyway. I told you next time we met, it may well be different than you expected. I am heading west also, sent by the Goddess. ” Angeline sheathed her blade, followed slowly, asking the animal that was sent to watch Kendari many a question in the night in a s ecret tongue through the wind .
“Good. I hope you two have many conversations together, far away from me . And it is not over yet, Angeline. If you do not tell me that name tomorrow, I will kill you. ” Kendari knew he should kill her, but could not understand why he did not want to. His mind tried to rationalize why he was walking away with his swords sheathed from a woman he had fought three times and had yet to kill . He looked at the horse, pulled his blankets from behind the sad d le, and laid down to sleep. He heard the sounds of the merchants that still lived, returning over the hill to fetch their tents and wagons. His ears heard the moans of those still struggling to survive their injuries. He could tell they were packing up and heading off in fear. Kendari smiled as his eyes closed.
“We will not be far, Kendari of Stillwood. I will see you in the morning then .” Angeline heard from the deer that Seirena had offered a form of redemption, a task he would never complete, the salvation of hundreds of thousands of lives for the ones he had destroyed. Still, he headed west to be gin, more out of defiance to the Goddess than any real intent on achievement. Despite what he was, Angeline of Charity did not feel the need or urge to kill the cursed elf, unlike the last few times they had met. She sat with the deer, hearing more of his story, long into the warm Shanador night.
Exodus IV:I
Road to Freemoore , North of Evermont, Shanador
Saberrak stood at the curve in the worn dry road . He looked west, nonchalant as he could, while Sir Jardayne, Sir Codaius, their fifty cavalry, and the purple and green wagon filled with little folk all passed by. He waited for Shinayne and the others, drinking from his waterskin on a knee now, nodding to those that continued on the road that they were about to leave. He looked to the sun, clouded over thankfully in the late summer heat, then glanced west as his companions approached.
“What is it horned one?” Shinayne waved to the caravan ahead, they had stopped now and were looking back.
“See that dark storm there, beyond those three hills and that crag?” Saberrak nodded with his horns, not wanting to point or draw curiosity.
“Yes. And I see some sand colored rock from the foothills below the storm. This is it then, those are the foothills of the Kaki Mountains out there.” Shinayne took a deep breath.
“What is it then? Ye all cannot be as tired as me, ye’ got longer legs and less armor. Come on then, pick up the pace.” Azenairk walked next to James, Gwenneth floating behind, as he wiped the sweat from his face with a cloth.
“ Zen, look west .” Shinayne whispered.
He strained his eyes, his friends all around him. He saw a rolling black thundercloud far in the distance, many miles of hills and crags, no roads anywhere. Zen shook his head.
“Nothin’ there. Keep movin’.” Saberrak’s hand set on his shoulder, strong, and stopped him in place.
“Look low, should not be hard for you dwarf . Below those dark clouds that do not seem to move like the rest, between the hills. See it?” The gray gladiator kept still, sensing some of the caravan heading back this way now.
Zen looked again, squinting his eyes, then they went wide. He saw sandstone, bits of golden yellow rock here and there, signs of the fabled Kaki Mountain range. The storm seemed to try and hide it, the lightning in the distance
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