Ineffectivd
Supreme Logician
Elparan Mountains, Narathzul’s Troop
A soldier in his red armor burst through the foliage. His horse cantered about the clearing, seemingly ignoring the two ladies on the ground. They weren’t Alcainian, were they? While the ladies seemed genuinely scared, this could be a trap that awaited them. One that might have taken out the other troop a week before. Without approaching them, the soldier allowed his horse to back away from the two, before the rest of the troop crashed into the clearing, with Narathzul at the lead. He turned his head around, his eyes scanning the area for any immediate threats. None. Only the two ladies. He edged Scarlette closer to the two obviously frightened ladies and directed his lance at them. He had no time for these two. They could be escorted back to Beresmiah easily. Right now, however, there was something else of more importance.
“Speak.” Narathzul ordered the two. Obviously, this garnered no reaction from either of them, and only further incited more shivering and increased expression of fear. Narathzul lifted his lance, directing the point away from them. He won’t get any answers from these two. “Carron, Melchesee, take these two back to Beresmiah. Ride fast, and stay within the walls of the capital. If our troops were indeed besieged, then two soldiers, as trained as they are, may not be enough. Inform Emperor Tykandus if we do not return within the week, as well as the General Agmemnon. He’ll do what’s necessary. Leonde, Quint, go with Carron and Melchesee.”
Narathzul’s order was understood, and the four soldiers broke off from the group, two of them scooping up the two ladies with one hand and tossing them onto the back of their horses unceremoniously. They were soldiers, not knights in shining armor, and were not specifically trained to do anything similar to gracefully lifting ladies onto their horses. With their handling, it would have seemed safer to have left the ladies to brave whatever frightened them in the first place. Narathzul raised his lance to the sky as the soldier prepared to disengage from their original troop. Carron, Melchesee, Leonde and Quint did the same.
“The Dragons take you under their wings.” They said in unison, a simple prayer that Narathzul had brought into the troop, a prayer of safety and speed to their brethren. With that, the soldiers rode off, their load trying hard to balance themselves on the horses. Narathzul cast another look at the trees. He swore he saw something moving up there. A sign of life, perhaps. But what else would there be but a squirrel scurrying above their heads?
“Regene, North, take the rearguard. The rest of you, keep them in your sights. I will take point.” With those orders, the troop, now less by four, moved off deeper into the mountains.
A soldier in his red armor burst through the foliage. His horse cantered about the clearing, seemingly ignoring the two ladies on the ground. They weren’t Alcainian, were they? While the ladies seemed genuinely scared, this could be a trap that awaited them. One that might have taken out the other troop a week before. Without approaching them, the soldier allowed his horse to back away from the two, before the rest of the troop crashed into the clearing, with Narathzul at the lead. He turned his head around, his eyes scanning the area for any immediate threats. None. Only the two ladies. He edged Scarlette closer to the two obviously frightened ladies and directed his lance at them. He had no time for these two. They could be escorted back to Beresmiah easily. Right now, however, there was something else of more importance.
“Speak.” Narathzul ordered the two. Obviously, this garnered no reaction from either of them, and only further incited more shivering and increased expression of fear. Narathzul lifted his lance, directing the point away from them. He won’t get any answers from these two. “Carron, Melchesee, take these two back to Beresmiah. Ride fast, and stay within the walls of the capital. If our troops were indeed besieged, then two soldiers, as trained as they are, may not be enough. Inform Emperor Tykandus if we do not return within the week, as well as the General Agmemnon. He’ll do what’s necessary. Leonde, Quint, go with Carron and Melchesee.”
Narathzul’s order was understood, and the four soldiers broke off from the group, two of them scooping up the two ladies with one hand and tossing them onto the back of their horses unceremoniously. They were soldiers, not knights in shining armor, and were not specifically trained to do anything similar to gracefully lifting ladies onto their horses. With their handling, it would have seemed safer to have left the ladies to brave whatever frightened them in the first place. Narathzul raised his lance to the sky as the soldier prepared to disengage from their original troop. Carron, Melchesee, Leonde and Quint did the same.
“The Dragons take you under their wings.” They said in unison, a simple prayer that Narathzul had brought into the troop, a prayer of safety and speed to their brethren. With that, the soldiers rode off, their load trying hard to balance themselves on the horses. Narathzul cast another look at the trees. He swore he saw something moving up there. A sign of life, perhaps. But what else would there be but a squirrel scurrying above their heads?
“Regene, North, take the rearguard. The rest of you, keep them in your sights. I will take point.” With those orders, the troop, now less by four, moved off deeper into the mountains.