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dplax · 11-13-2009, 06:53 AM

The early morning mist had been late to lift its secretive veil from the hills around the fortress of Three Hills and the sun had climbed already high by that time. It had been raining on and off for the past two weeks and to finally have the rain stop and the sun creep out from behind the clouds gave the lone traveller a moment's pause. He lifted his head towards the skies, allowing the sunlight to bathe his features.

He had left the ruins behind a day ago. Blackened walls and tumbled towers were all that was left of the once proud fortress. Scavengers, both human and non-human had been through the ruins, stripping the corpses of valuables and of rotting flesh. The Shatal Guild building in the fort had suffered the same fate as the fort itself, gutted and ransacked it had been burnt to the ground.

Filth urged his horse ahead, eager to get as far away from the massacre as possible. The attackers had even found the hidden storage rooms beneath the guild and some of the worst scenes had been in there. He shuddered at the vivid images creeping back in his mind and tried thinking happier thoughts. None came.

The band of makeshift bandits, preying on the survivors of Three Hills had been following the lone traveller for the best part of a day. And now the trap was set. Another corpse would be added to the list of dead at Three Hills and they would be a few coins richer.

11-13-2009, 06:53 AM	#15
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Re: Rivulets The early morning mist had been late to lift its secretive veil from the hills around the fortress of Three Hills and the sun had climbed already high by that time. It had been raining on and off for the past two weeks and to finally have the rain stop and the sun creep out from behind the clouds gave the lone traveller a moment's pause. He lifted his head towards the skies, allowing the sunlight to bathe his features. He had left the ruins behind a day ago. Blackened walls and tumbled towers were all that was left of the once proud fortress. Scavengers, both human and non-human had been through the ruins, stripping the corpses of valuables and of rotting flesh. The Shatal Guild building in the fort had suffered the same fate as the fort itself, gutted and ransacked it had been burnt to the ground. Filth urged his horse ahead, eager to get as far away from the massacre as possible. The attackers had even found the hidden storage rooms beneath the guild and some of the worst scenes had been in there. He shuddered at the vivid images creeping back in his mind and tried thinking happier thoughts. None came. The band of makeshift bandits, preying on the survivors of Three Hills had been following the lone traveller for the best part of a day. And now the trap was set. Another corpse would be added to the list of dead at Three Hills and they would be a few coins richer.