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Brute Measure - Contest EntryThe ogre wiped blood spray from his face and hefted his club, searching the smoky darkness for another opponent. A guttural laugh split his lips. Opponent. What a word for these small, pale menfolk; weak and soft they were. He looked down at the bone pierced filth, the remains of a human warrior. It only made him laugh harder. He spat at the pile of meat and strode on toward the burning carts. Tall trees ranged around this hunting ground, a narrow and pitted path. Merchants and pilgrims traveled it together, afraid of what might be hiding in the woods. They made an easy target for the ogre tribe and their patroness, Hag Segine. Thinking of her brought the echoing of drums through his flesh; the pounding so loud it made his vision pulse for a moment. It was always there, the rhythm like a second heart beat. Somewhere in the forest, the hag was still playing her old skin drum, gripping it with ancient, leathery thighs while she chanted spells as
Letters to Darn - LossMy love, I only just heard what happened! I am so sorry. I know you loved Robert and Karol, even if you did not always get along. I have heard some . . . disturbing rumors. Some are saying - well I am sure you have heard them too. My brother tells me they were killed by the Tirashan. Your brother Nikita may still be alive though. Sometimes they take nobles prisoner.
I know you will put on a brave face while your heart is breaking, that you will swear to do your duty and march on. But I know what is in your heart, and I feel every tear you refuse to shed. I pray even more now for your safety. I could not bear it if something were to happen to you.
I am . . . well. The sisters are not what I expected, but then few things are. Sister Haestia could probably take out a bear with just her fists. I have never met a woman so
Letters to Darn - DepartureI know it's only been a few days since you left to meet your brothers on the front lines, but I had to write you. I miss you so much . . . I have always known duty could take you away but I never thought it would really happen. It's lonely here without you. I know you asked me to stay safe, to stay out of trouble, but I can't just wait here. Every day I . . . well, I am sure you know. You miss me too.
The White Sisters agreed to let me accompany a group of their healers. I will be meeting them in just another few days. Don't worry, my love. They aren't sending us any place dangerous. Just to a field hospice on neutral ground. My father and the Tirashan Queen both agreed it was elysium, safe from attack. So I will be as safe there as anywhere, maybe more so.
I worry about you already. I know you can take care of yourself, b
100 Years pt 3"This one is alive," a voice called nearby. The words broke across the darkness as cold and vicious as winter wind. "No," Darn croaked, "Gods, no . . ." Hands grabbed him and he felt himself lifted up. His traitor eyes opened a crack letting in the wicked light of day. How can I still live, he thought. What a cruel humor the gods have. "Looks like his woman didn't make it though," the voice spoke again, "I hope she died quickly." Darn would have laughed if he could have mustered the energy. Failed. Again. Why could he not just die?
A jarring movement sent him spinning back into the abyss, the shock too much for his frayed mind. When Darn woke again, he felt warm, almost suffocated by heat. He tried to sit up but his body refused to obey him, twitching feebly. "Hot," he groaned, voice gravelly with thirst. Darn could see a strangely arched ceiling far above him, moonlight shining on the old, polished sto
100 Years pt 2Darn stared at the rubble of the Cloaktower, wondering what to do now. He took a few steps forward, peering into the dark hole, eyes stinging from the smoke. His boot came down on something soft and he almost fell, trying to shift weight back to his other foot. The body beneath him was too burnt to be recognizable, the robes and flesh melded into a charred mass. Darn felt his bile rise and swallowed it back. There was nothing here he wanted to see.
As he turned away, a feeble twitching movement caught his eye. Darn walked to it, making out a hand, fingers scrabbling at the cobblestone. He knelt, lifting a piece of timber aside. The boy beneath it looked up at him, eyes bleeding and sightless. Help me, he gasped. Darn could not hear him, but understood. He touched the boys hand, clasping it. I will do what I can, he said. The boy seemed to calm at that, letting his cheek rest on t
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