Asa Loko
Lightning
The afternoon sun was shining brightly down onto the fields far from above with its majestic size. Basking everything in its light and warming each spot not covered by shadows up. Cicadas were making their shrill noises, as they were sitting in the high grass and the wheat-fields. Birds in the distant, yet near forests chirping, singing their songs. The borderlands of the Cantha-empire. Its common characteristic were the farm villages, garnisons and plenty watchtowers. It may have been under the rule of the empire, but the real rulers in the lands so far away from the capital were the monsters residing within the thick forests they called home. Yet people still came out here to colonise the unknown lands. Further expanding the Empire's borders by settling out here. It was a win-win situation. The peasants out here received free territory, freedom from tax and investments from the capital in form of tools, seeds and protection. Cantha on the other hand got more ressources and increased its size to its neighbours' wariness.
But politics were not on the people's and soldiers' mind here at the Heinaku Village. Rather how to survive given the hostile neighbours and fauna consisting of goblins, orcs and dire wolves. But all these were the reason for the Empire's military presence here in the outskirts of its borders. A garnison was at the village's centre. Surrounded by wooden palisades the inside of the outpost was made up of tents and simple wooden buildings. Not too different from the rest of the simple farm-village with its thatch-roofs, wide, blooming wheat fields and spinning wind mills. Soon it was going to be harvest-season and the gold from the fields would fade away.
Some guards were standing at the side of the street and at the bridge crossing the Indra river. A big convoy made up of wooden carts pulled by oxes was driving over the street, shortly arriving at the Vel Crossing, which lead them over the strong flowing current past some houses and an apple-tree field. To their right and left they saw the Shura Forest. A green thicket housing the deviant beasts, that attacked the village recently more often. This was the sole reason for this caravan's appearance, as more soldiers were being transported here to guarentee the village's security. It was going to be a hard task, because those with a keen eye or good hearing would hear the leeching monsters sitting in the bushes at the edge of the forest. Observing the convoy roll over the street. Heading towards to the garnison, where a tall man in lamellar armour was waiting for the arrival of the caravan and his additional forces for the upcoming weeks.
The working villagers on the fields or within their houses laid down their weapons to glance at the carts carrying the men and supplies for the military, but also local population. They looked weak and frightened, but there were traces of hope visible in their faces. Were they finally going to be safe?
But politics were not on the people's and soldiers' mind here at the Heinaku Village. Rather how to survive given the hostile neighbours and fauna consisting of goblins, orcs and dire wolves. But all these were the reason for the Empire's military presence here in the outskirts of its borders. A garnison was at the village's centre. Surrounded by wooden palisades the inside of the outpost was made up of tents and simple wooden buildings. Not too different from the rest of the simple farm-village with its thatch-roofs, wide, blooming wheat fields and spinning wind mills. Soon it was going to be harvest-season and the gold from the fields would fade away.
Some guards were standing at the side of the street and at the bridge crossing the Indra river. A big convoy made up of wooden carts pulled by oxes was driving over the street, shortly arriving at the Vel Crossing, which lead them over the strong flowing current past some houses and an apple-tree field. To their right and left they saw the Shura Forest. A green thicket housing the deviant beasts, that attacked the village recently more often. This was the sole reason for this caravan's appearance, as more soldiers were being transported here to guarentee the village's security. It was going to be a hard task, because those with a keen eye or good hearing would hear the leeching monsters sitting in the bushes at the edge of the forest. Observing the convoy roll over the street. Heading towards to the garnison, where a tall man in lamellar armour was waiting for the arrival of the caravan and his additional forces for the upcoming weeks.
The working villagers on the fields or within their houses laid down their weapons to glance at the carts carrying the men and supplies for the military, but also local population. They looked weak and frightened, but there were traces of hope visible in their faces. Were they finally going to be safe?
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