Cortosi Outlands - East of the Castere River
Arn lay frozen on the floor. His breathing nearly stopped, his eyes open but unblinking. He played dead, as best as he could. Frozen and completely stopped as he watched the agents of the Solar Choire slowly step among the corpses of his fellow Guardsmen. It was a mark of how much fear was coursing through the young Guardsmen's veins that he did not twitch as one of the men stepped beside him.
The Knight's boot lingered for a moment, and then slowly drew away. Stepping over the blood soaked farmboy and moving away. A shout went out in the Cortosi tongue, and within a few moments the sound of hoovebeats could be heard. They thundered out into the darkness of the night, carrying further and further away with each passing second.
Still, Arn didn't move.
He waited, and waited, and only after he felt an hour had passed did he finally stand. With a heavy shove he pushed the corpse that had been laying upon him away. The other boy had fallen onto him after the ambush had struck. Catching the Dreadlord that had been sent along with them first, the Patrol had been unable to defend itself properly.
Within a few seconds they had been decimated, and Arn hadn't been able to get so much as more than few arrows off before being struck in the head himself. The Cortosi had used slings and crossbows, Arn had caught that much from the wound in the side of his head. He frowned for a moment, wondering as he quickly raced up ahead towards where the Dreadlord had gone down. His suspicions confirmed as he knelt down and felt the other man's neck, finding him not dead, but merely unconscious. "Hey!"
Arn whisper shouted.
'Hey! Hey. Ser!" The Farmboy gently shook the dreadlord, scrambling for his water flask and splashing just a bit over his face. "Ser, wake up!"
Arn lay frozen on the floor. His breathing nearly stopped, his eyes open but unblinking. He played dead, as best as he could. Frozen and completely stopped as he watched the agents of the Solar Choire slowly step among the corpses of his fellow Guardsmen. It was a mark of how much fear was coursing through the young Guardsmen's veins that he did not twitch as one of the men stepped beside him.
The Knight's boot lingered for a moment, and then slowly drew away. Stepping over the blood soaked farmboy and moving away. A shout went out in the Cortosi tongue, and within a few moments the sound of hoovebeats could be heard. They thundered out into the darkness of the night, carrying further and further away with each passing second.
Still, Arn didn't move.
He waited, and waited, and only after he felt an hour had passed did he finally stand. With a heavy shove he pushed the corpse that had been laying upon him away. The other boy had fallen onto him after the ambush had struck. Catching the Dreadlord that had been sent along with them first, the Patrol had been unable to defend itself properly.
Within a few seconds they had been decimated, and Arn hadn't been able to get so much as more than few arrows off before being struck in the head himself. The Cortosi had used slings and crossbows, Arn had caught that much from the wound in the side of his head. He frowned for a moment, wondering as he quickly raced up ahead towards where the Dreadlord had gone down. His suspicions confirmed as he knelt down and felt the other man's neck, finding him not dead, but merely unconscious. "Hey!"
Arn whisper shouted.
'Hey! Hey. Ser!" The Farmboy gently shook the dreadlord, scrambling for his water flask and splashing just a bit over his face. "Ser, wake up!"