derek


The sword Darklight flashed in the sun, dissapearing only long enough to kill. It's user raised the sword in a knights salute, screaming as he plunged the bloodstained blade into a fallen soldier.
Face covered in a thick paste of blood and dirt, Derek charged his dapple grey war-horse into the village, flying past burning huts and screaming orphans.
The chieftan hung from a tree, pierced by fire hardened arrows. It was hard to say what killed him first, the burlap noose or the crossbows.
As his horse lashed out, slaying the village idiot with a sharpened hoof, Derek saw his target. The chieftains daughter.
Long black hair blowing in the smoke filled wind, she stood on the steps of a burning hall, flame billowing inside the double oaken doors behind her.
Derek rushed towards her, eyes filled with lust as her cloak fell away, revealing only a thin shift still worn from the night before.
She beckoned to him, pale hand held in front of her. Urging his horse faster, Derek sheathed his sword, preparing to grab the girl onto his charging steed.
Derek never saw the dark haired girl raise the long bow or draw the arrow, the smoke concealing her movements. He merely felt the bolt pierce his black chain mail, gaping down in shock at the quivering arrow in his abdomen.
The girl screamed something at him as he fell to the ground, something in one of the strange barbarian dialects on Krynn. The final image he would see were the bodies of his Solamnic knights laying dead upon the ground, arrows in their throats.