Post by Becheman on Aug 5, 2014 14:40:06 GMT -8
I'll be adding to this thread as I get the entries done...
Vignette entry - Abominable snowmen:
The chink of metal and crunch of fresh powder underfoot grew louder as their victim approached. The queen's soldier stalked through the early morning mist, rubbing his hands together despite his heavy load. Ice crystals formed on his mask, belying his heavy breathing.
Sithric barely moved under his undyed woolen cape, hidden from view by the makeshift screen of twigs and snow. His garhim companion grunted as he shifted his weight on the branch above, careful not to give away their position. The soldier got closer.
At the last moment, Sithric pounced, jumping up to his full height in a shower of snow and aiming his shortbow straight at the soldier's throat. A second later, a bolt from above ended any thoughts the soldier had of running.
"You're going to tell us everything".
The soldier nodded...
Unrestricted entry - Kråkereir (52x60):
The captured soldier had been most cooperative, up to the point that the garhim soldier, Bjorn, had cut his throat.
"Kråkereir. The old fortress is a half-day's march from here." Bjorn slipped his still-dripping dagger back into its scabbard. "If they're prepared, the place can be easily defended. Gather your archers and meet me here." He strode off before Sithric could reply.
"I know just the guys." He plucked an arrow from his quiver, noted its warped shaft, and shot it into the corpse's still-twitching head.
*****
Lord Hildgard pressed his back against the fortress' wall, breathing heavily but glad of his armour. Kråkereir was supposed to be deserted. Instead, the walls were now bristling with defenders, appearing out of nowhere at one guards' dying cry. His soldiers were now caught in a deadly crossfire from the walls and the tower, cowering behind their shields as they tried to press forward. At least he'd issued shields, he mused.
A fresh shout caught his gaze - one of his soldiers flew back, a four-foot goose-fledged shaft protruding from his chest.
"Lenfels! Where the hell did they come from?". Scraping from above caused him to leap to the side, just as a cauldron emptied its contents down the curtain wall. "This just got interesting..."
