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Child of the 7th Age · 10-12-2003, 07:34 AM

Over twenty soldiers had accompanied Azunal that morning, making their way through the forest to the edge of the encampment. The trail of sap and crushed vegetation had been easy to follow, clearly exposing the path on which Peachblossom had made her attempted escape. The Easterlings now surrounded the camp and were drawing their circle ever closer, with bows and swords raised in preparation for the attack.

Azunal cursed the ill luck that had let the Entwife slip out from her make-shift cell during the night. Saelonia, who'd found the Entwife's trailor open and deserted earlier that morning, had ragged on him without mercy, swearing that he would hang if his men did not manage to retrieve the prisoner. He had little doubt that this threat was serious, for it was rumored that she had tricked the Khan with her schemings and had his ear in many things so that she could command him at her will.

Still, he had faith in the men who now stood beside him near the grove as he gave the signal for them to loosen their arrrows and march forward. Altair, the Khan's young son, had insisted on taking part in the expedition. And however sulky or arrogant the youngster might be, he had his father's heart in matters such as these and fought like an unchained beast. Azunal peered over towards Navru who now sprinted forward on the offensive, leading his men into the fray. There were few who could match his devotion to the corps or his skill in wielding the great curved blade.

No, all women be cursed, especially ones like Saelonia who were bright and conniving! By all the powers of darkness, he would not hang. He had faith in these soldiers and their assault. It would take only a few moments to strike down the poor wretches at this miserable campsite, and drag Peachblossom back to captivity.

In any event, Saelonia was being ridiculous. What harm could Peachblossom possibly do to them, even loose and stumbling around the forest? She knew and understood nothing of military plans but was like a child with limited intelligence, capable of being led. He grinned at the thought. A great, stupid child who would be recaptured and returned to her cell and punished for her willful rebellion. He turned his attention to the assault at hand, confident that this would be the first of many in which his men would prevail. He unsheathed his curved blade and sprang forward into the fray, intent on crushing those who dared to defy the Khan.

[ October 14, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

10-12-2003, 07:34 AM	#119
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Over twenty soldiers had accompanied Azunal that morning, making their way through the forest to the edge of the encampment. The trail of sap and crushed vegetation had been easy to follow, clearly exposing the path on which Peachblossom had made her attempted escape. The Easterlings now surrounded the camp and were drawing their circle ever closer, with bows and swords raised in preparation for the attack. Azunal cursed the ill luck that had let the Entwife slip out from her make-shift cell during the night. Saelonia, who'd found the Entwife's trailor open and deserted earlier that morning, had ragged on him without mercy, swearing that he would hang if his men did not manage to retrieve the prisoner. He had little doubt that this threat was serious, for it was rumored that she had tricked the Khan with her schemings and had his ear in many things so that she could command him at her will. Still, he had faith in the men who now stood beside him near the grove as he gave the signal for them to loosen their arrrows and march forward. Altair, the Khan's young son, had insisted on taking part in the expedition. And however sulky or arrogant the youngster might be, he had his father's heart in matters such as these and fought like an unchained beast. Azunal peered over towards Navru who now sprinted forward on the offensive, leading his men into the fray. There were few who could match his devotion to the corps or his skill in wielding the great curved blade. No, all women be cursed, especially ones like Saelonia who were bright and conniving! By all the powers of darkness, he would not hang. He had faith in these soldiers and their assault. It would take only a few moments to strike down the poor wretches at this miserable campsite, and drag Peachblossom back to captivity. In any event, Saelonia was being ridiculous. What harm could Peachblossom possibly do to them, even loose and stumbling around the forest? She knew and understood nothing of military plans but was like a child with limited intelligence, capable of being led. He grinned at the thought. A great, stupid child who would be recaptured and returned to her cell and punished for her willful rebellion. He turned his attention to the assault at hand, confident that this would be the first of many in which his men would prevail. He unsheathed his curved blade and sprang forward into the fray, intent on crushing those who dared to defy the Khan. [ October 14, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.