V’esen came to in the back of a cart. He lifted his shackled hands and rubbed his eye where he had been struck. It was tender to touch; he wouldn’t be surprised if the socket was broken. Crusted blood flaked off his face as he probed the wound. He rolled to the side, finding more […]
The next morning, V’esen stood at the front of the crowd as they lit the funeral pyre. His parents and every other man, woman, and child that had been butchered in the raid were laid to rest upon the giant stack of wood. The surviving villagers had worked all night and most of the morning […]
The night filled with the sounds of celebration. The villagers had been taught their lesson and perhaps now the Order would learn their place. Morgalin sat by a cook fire enjoying a tankard of ale and a hunk of roast wildbird with his unit. The men laughed at bawdy jokes and swapped stories of the […]