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He stood on the pass’s rocky side; its huge cliff sides casting a shadow over the entire road. Black coat almost hiding him in the cliff’s shadows he squint against the wind, scanning ahead. The wind tore at his cloak, slapping the tail of it towards the men lower at the pass as to beacon them, like a black hand, to him. His long blond hair, tied with a leather bond, flattered a good two feet behind him. Cold, dark blue eyes shaped like jagged almonds, resigned at the sight before him.
Ahead hundreds of big black
dots rushed towards him. He reached and grabbed that bright light only a few
unfortunates could see. Saidin filled his inner being, from his toes to the
tips of his hairs. Big black dots became little black spots and they themselves
transforming into hideous, animal faced men. Forming and shouting, they ran on
foot. Their frenzied paced furthered by black clothed men on horseback. How can
they be so organized in such a state was beyond his comprehension. Perhaps
there is order in chaos, he wondered. But he was not here to ponder on such
thoughts. The black men, Faceless, Eyeless as they are commonly know worry him.
If was that he had to come to close combat he would not think he would survive.
The sounds of loose stones caused
him to turn his head. An Asha ‘man came
towards him. Thalandor, a man of average height and built, had shoulder length
blond hair and light blue eyes. Drekker turned his head back to approaching
mass, momentary distracted. A hand
rested oh his left shoulder.
“ Quite a bunch of characters are
they? “ He quipped.
“ Not like you, eh? “ Drekker
replied.
“ Well, his Lord Dragon wishes to
inform you that it will require him thirty minutes march through this pass. And
has requested that you hold for forty. “
“ My that’s awful thoughtful of
him. Why not just ask me to joggle mountains while I am it? “ Drekker never
took his eyes of the approaching horde.
“ If the Lord Dragon didn’t choose
you for your skill then would have for your wit. “ Thanlandor said, standing
shoulder to shoulder with Drekker, Saidin filling his being.
“ Well, you had better go and tell
his Lord Dragon that our guests will be here in about six minutes. And that he
had better get going. “
“ I’m still amazed at your ability
to estimate time in minutes. “
“ Yes, well, “ Drekker said as he
slided down the side, stones racing him to the bottom. “ A lot of good that
going to do for me. “
“ Then I’m off, to make your job
quicker off course. “ Thalandor said with a bow and a run.
“ Off course, “ Drekker said under
his smile.
“ Pikemen! “ He shouted. “ I want
this pass studded from side to side with long, sharp and hopefully deadly
spikes! “
The Pikemen, gwuffed at his joke,
closed ranks. Drekker began to weave strands water, air and sprit. First he
formed one hundred water like creatures, attaching thin tread of Saidin to all
of them. Energy for life, he mused. They moved in a protective circle around
him while he finished his weaving. He then formed things of air that had what
look like that form of a wispily woman. Fifty strong, they took to the air
above him. He added threads of Saidin to them too. For without the threads both
creatures dissolve back into water and air. He conserved his strength and
noticed the others starting their channelling.
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