The Bloody Meadow
Harlowe
The words were like a sharp razor scraping over the ear, Nazara looking down at the massive Golem for a brief moment as he gestured to the dozens upon dozens of corpses that lay spread out in a field before them.
Some were monstrous. hulking forms that had been felled by spears, arrows, and the rare blade. Most, however, were human. Men and women who had been slaughtered, torn apart, and left to rot beneath the waning moon of the night. The regiment had done their brutal work, as they always did, yet their losses had been severe.
The golem spoke again, Nazara looking back at him with a nod of his head. "I will."
A slight pause hung in the air, and then the stony figure seemed to shift with a nod. He was a massive thing, standing near twice as tall as any ordinary man. Nazara could still remember when he had signed. Velak, his name was. He'd been a Templar, or something of the sort, sent to wipe out the Regiment in the northern Savannah.
In their attempt they had died, and a half a dozen of their ranks had become what they had sought to kill. It was poetic justice in a way, and many of them had lived miserable lives after their contract.
"Go find the others." Nazara said as he walked forward towards the field of corpses. "I'll join you soon."
The Shade stepped forward, moving away from his companion and slowly casting his black eyes down towards those beginning to rot among the field. Searching for the few that still breathed.
Harlowe
"I ain' even sur' ther' enugh to bargain wif."
The words were like a sharp razor scraping over the ear, Nazara looking down at the massive Golem for a brief moment as he gestured to the dozens upon dozens of corpses that lay spread out in a field before them.
Some were monstrous. hulking forms that had been felled by spears, arrows, and the rare blade. Most, however, were human. Men and women who had been slaughtered, torn apart, and left to rot beneath the waning moon of the night. The regiment had done their brutal work, as they always did, yet their losses had been severe.
"You gun' try find knew recruits?"
The golem spoke again, Nazara looking back at him with a nod of his head. "I will."
A slight pause hung in the air, and then the stony figure seemed to shift with a nod. He was a massive thing, standing near twice as tall as any ordinary man. Nazara could still remember when he had signed. Velak, his name was. He'd been a Templar, or something of the sort, sent to wipe out the Regiment in the northern Savannah.
In their attempt they had died, and a half a dozen of their ranks had become what they had sought to kill. It was poetic justice in a way, and many of them had lived miserable lives after their contract.
"Go find the others." Nazara said as he walked forward towards the field of corpses. "I'll join you soon."
The Shade stepped forward, moving away from his companion and slowly casting his black eyes down towards those beginning to rot among the field. Searching for the few that still breathed.