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Footsteps. Shouting. Still dazed, I could see maroon banners marching towards me. Head still spinning from the events at the castle, I got to my feet. The soldiers started to draw their weapons so I turned, wrapped the sword and dagger in my robes and ran. Unfortunately not fast enough. Soldiers surrounded me and, with a mace to the knee, I was in chains.
In shackles, I was taken to a camp by the river. 5 guards manned this camp. They spoke of plans to “guard the river in the name of De Jardin” and to “rid Astrel of all it’s impurities”. They tortured me for a while trying to get information out of me on a “militia group”. It was hard to understand them over the accents and the pain in my leg.
Just before dawn the guard on watch fell asleep so I got to my feet and limped over to my belongings. I withdrew the sword from my robes and started to cut myself free. My arm was injured during the interrogation and as I cut the ropes I knocked over a spear. The entire camp jumped to their feet and drew their weapons.
What happened next was like a dream. One of the soldiers lunged and tried to grab me. I jumped back and something inside swung and cut deep. The soldier fell to the ground and there was a brief silence as the reality of the situation hit. The 4 remaining soldiers charged me. I dodged a wild slash from one soldier to stab another. I spun around and felt my sword plant itself into the stomach of the first guard before being kicked square in the chest.
The kick sent me flying into the river and as I emerged, I saw the guard that kicked me laughing as he bent down to pick up my sword. I drew my dagger but as he stood up it became clear I wouldn’t need it. I watched as the sword grew dark and the shroud of dark mist formed. Horror struck his face as the mist moved up his arm and into his chest. Then it started pouring out of him and into the other soldiers.
Their skin shriveled, cracked and crumbled as they turned to dust and bones before my very eyes. I made my way out of the water and up to the pile of armor that had once been a soldier and retrieved my weapon. The mist went back into it as if being beckoned. I felt the energy surge through the blade, up my arm and into my chest. Instantly my vision started to darken and I dropped to one knee.
As my vision began to clear I saw a letter on one of the guards and the word “OUTPOST” caught my eye. It said to “Be on the lookout for a militia group from the outpost. And that “members from the outpost would be present in Haven at at The Summit.”
The only information I had on the outpost or it’s residents is that it is south. It was in my best interests to go to Haven and find these Outpost members. From the maps I saw in the camp, I seemed to be just upriver from Haven. Shouldn’t take more than a few days though it may take longer limping there.
From The Mind Of,
DEMONEUS
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