Monday, April 8, 2013

And So We Come Close To a Conclusion

After an epic conflict that teters on the boarder of believeability we arrived at the command tent of our enemy (it truely was epic, shame I can't write it down here, we totally didn't just sneak up on them at night in the dark because they had stupidly put their tent against a cliff face no it was an epic battle I'm totally not lying to you!) The tent was darkened as it was night our enemy was laying in a very well adorned wooden bed that must have been a real pain to move around for a temporary residence, but I guess thats the perk of being in charge.

"Watch the front door." That was my edict, to prevent people from coming through a canvas flap I tell you its like The Marked One did not appreciate my martial prowess (I know it made me sad too).

"You mean the flap of the tent? Yeah sure I'll watch that you know and if someone comes up I'll just wave my arms at them to go somewhere else." We were whispering (well I was whispering The Marked One's voice was already gutteral he didn't have to talk that low to "whisper") he looked at me with frustration, look it was a valid point, there was nothing to block should someone come in. I mean I could set fire to the tent, but that was way past counter intuitive and straight into damn stupid.

The Marked One drew his sword and I saw the green energy flowing out of it. He said something to the sleeping brother and then plunged the blade into the man's chest, which caused him to awake and start screaming (personally I would have decapitated him you know FOR THIS EXACT GODS DAMNED REASON!).  On top of the jerk waking up and by extension waking up the entire rest of the camp. The damn thing didn't even kill him, he was very much alive just with a rather large sword plunged into his chest (you know a minor bother for most people). He slugged The Marked one and he went flying backwards comically, apparently he had gotten a bit more than just looking younger from Morley's necromancy.

"That was ill advised brother."

"Yeah no shit." That was me because I'm helpful like that. I tell you looking at a guy with a sword sticking out of him, and an entire camp full of his army waking up to come kill us, lead me to believe our plan had some fatal flaws in it that might have needed to be addressed before hand. Maybe.

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