Tiras found his way to the chambers of the dead captain, noticing almost immediately a worn purple coat, a threadbare, maille-laced cloak, and among a small assortment of bladed weapons, a very familiar white-hilted sword. His mind flashed back to a hulking brute with reddened eyes and a burning sword clashing with his. Blows that numbed his arms on impact. His weapon breaking in his hands. A chill of fear crept down his spine for a brief moment.
Tiras shook his head. That wasn't Lennox. Lennox hadn't ever fought him. A rage-induced shell of Lennox was the closest he had gotten.
Still, that sword is his. Lennox either is or was a prisoner here. Where were they taking all of the prisoners? Twenty and more to a single cell can't be sustainable...
Tiras went to find Renata. Perhaps she'd found Lennox somewhere in all this.
As he passed knots of his men and newly freed prisoners celebrating, he called to them, giving new orders.
"Soldiers! You've done well tonight! But our work is not yet finished. Strip the bodies of their armor, weapons, and if necessary their clothes, to outfit our new recruits! Set them neatly in a row, as if for burial. Report to me when you're done." He gave that order over and over again. Where did Renata get herself to?
Tiras shook his head. That wasn't Lennox. Lennox hadn't ever fought him. A rage-induced shell of Lennox was the closest he had gotten.
Still, that sword is his. Lennox either is or was a prisoner here. Where were they taking all of the prisoners? Twenty and more to a single cell can't be sustainable...
Tiras went to find Renata. Perhaps she'd found Lennox somewhere in all this.
As he passed knots of his men and newly freed prisoners celebrating, he called to them, giving new orders.
"Soldiers! You've done well tonight! But our work is not yet finished. Strip the bodies of their armor, weapons, and if necessary their clothes, to outfit our new recruits! Set them neatly in a row, as if for burial. Report to me when you're done." He gave that order over and over again. Where did Renata get herself to?
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.