Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Jun 15, 2014 21:37:50 GMT -8
Part 3 of my GC storyline and my entry to Garheim's Local challenge "Destruction and Desperation".
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"HELLOOOOO!!!" Caedric yelled at the top of his lungs - his breathing already ragged in the frigid air - but the sound was instantly muffled by the falling snow. Already it lay in heaps and mounds, blanketing the rough ground and piling up along the sides of walls and crumbled buildings.
"HELLOOOOO!!!" His right leg was a ruined mess - flesh charred and torn; his bones grinding together with each step - and it trailed a constant stream of blood as he trudged down the abandoned streets, putting all of his weight on the broken shaft of a discarded spear.
"HELLOOOO!!!?" He didn't care who heard him, now. His armor had begun to melt when the dragon's fire touched it and Caedric had abandoned it, leaving only a torn leather jerkin and cloth trousers to ward off the cold northern winds and the temperature was dropping fast. Every hovel and cottage he passed was destroyed and empty, each one a crumbled mess of stones and blackened timbers. City walls had been toppled, trees burned and uprooted. Bodies littered the streets - those that the dragon had left, that is - though they, too, were covered in a layer of snow.
He had seen no one since he awoke to the quiet of an empty battlefield, a heavy snowfall was all that moved as the sun set behind the mountains. The only sound now as he hobbled along was the howling of wolves, growing ever closer.
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
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"HELLOOOOO!!!" Caedric yelled at the top of his lungs - his breathing already ragged in the frigid air - but the sound was instantly muffled by the falling snow. Already it lay in heaps and mounds, blanketing the rough ground and piling up along the sides of walls and crumbled buildings.
"HELLOOOOO!!!" His right leg was a ruined mess - flesh charred and torn; his bones grinding together with each step - and it trailed a constant stream of blood as he trudged down the abandoned streets, putting all of his weight on the broken shaft of a discarded spear.
"HELLOOOO!!!?" He didn't care who heard him, now. His armor had begun to melt when the dragon's fire touched it and Caedric had abandoned it, leaving only a torn leather jerkin and cloth trousers to ward off the cold northern winds and the temperature was dropping fast. Every hovel and cottage he passed was destroyed and empty, each one a crumbled mess of stones and blackened timbers. City walls had been toppled, trees burned and uprooted. Bodies littered the streets - those that the dragon had left, that is - though they, too, were covered in a layer of snow.
He had seen no one since he awoke to the quiet of an empty battlefield, a heavy snowfall was all that moved as the sun set behind the mountains. The only sound now as he hobbled along was the howling of wolves, growing ever closer.
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
