Chapter 3
Note: Everything in this Chapter is designed as is. Please don't think that there was a mistake made until you FINISH the Chapter. Thank you.
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Since the deaths of the Sarafan leaders, the Order of the Sarafan had greatly diminished. That allowed groups like his Raiders to take advantage of the chaos. The Vampire hysteria was so high that if a person vanished, the undead monsters were immediately blamed. All the easier for him.
Radell whistled and leapt out of the foliage, his men following suit. The brigand leader rushed the old man, swinging his sword right at his nec
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Since the deaths of the Sarafan leaders, the Order of the Sarafan had greatly diminished. That allowed groups like his Raiders to take advantage of the chaos. The Vampire hysteria was so high that if a person vanished, the undead monsters were immediately blamed. All the easier for him.
Radell prepared to whistle when the old man suddenly hurled an orb of light into the bushes behind him. Radell heard one of his men scream, and gave the whistle order to attack. Another orb felled another Raider as Radell reached the old man. He lunged, aiming the point of his blade at the old man's ches
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Radell stopped in mid-thought. His men always gave a quiet chirp when in position. He counted only seven chirps; he had nine men. He pondered this as the old man turned and calmly shot an orb of light into the forest, followed quickly by another one aime a little to the left of the original. Radell froze, shocked, hearing two distinct screams as the man shot more orbs. When Radell regained his senses, he swung his crossbow off his shoulder. Although the brigand preferred to kill up close, he aimed at the old man's heart and fired. The bolt flew through the air, ripping through the robe and pierc
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Radell's train of thought halted as the old man stopped. Strange that he hadn't noticed before that the old man was carrying a large sack. The figure turned to face him directly and emptied the sack. Radell froze as small, melon-sized spheres fell out. Does the old man see me, he thought quickly. Then he realized that none of his men had given the chirp. Radell came out of his hiding spot, dumbfounded, as he counted the spheres. Nine spheres.
Nine missing men.
Radell stumbled to the first sphere as it looked up at him. It was covered in blood, but he clearly recognized the nose, broken in a tavern brawl in Nachtholm, and the various scars. His brother's bloody head. He looked over the rest of the spheres; they all were heads. Radell collapsed to his knees, dazed, as the figure summoned an orb of light.
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As he left the forest, Moebius scowled at the tear in the front of his robe. This little entertainment had almost cost him dearly. Damn brigand, he thought. He had not expected, and had not noticed, a crossbow, and was almost struck. The Pillar of Time sighed. He was getting careless in his old age; if only he could see his own future, he would tell if it would ever be the death of him.
Note: Everything in this Chapter is designed as is. Please don't think that there was a mistake made until you FINISH the Chapter. Thank you.
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Since the deaths of the Sarafan leaders, the Order of the Sarafan had greatly diminished. That allowed groups like his Raiders to take advantage of the chaos. The Vampire hysteria was so high that if a person vanished, the undead monsters were immediately blamed. All the easier for him.
Radell whistled and leapt out of the foliage, his men following suit. The brigand leader rushed the old man, swinging his sword right at his nec
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Since the deaths of the Sarafan leaders, the Order of the Sarafan had greatly diminished. That allowed groups like his Raiders to take advantage of the chaos. The Vampire hysteria was so high that if a person vanished, the undead monsters were immediately blamed. All the easier for him.
Radell prepared to whistle when the old man suddenly hurled an orb of light into the bushes behind him. Radell heard one of his men scream, and gave the whistle order to attack. Another orb felled another Raider as Radell reached the old man. He lunged, aiming the point of his blade at the old man's ches
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Radell stopped in mid-thought. His men always gave a quiet chirp when in position. He counted only seven chirps; he had nine men. He pondered this as the old man turned and calmly shot an orb of light into the forest, followed quickly by another one aime a little to the left of the original. Radell froze, shocked, hearing two distinct screams as the man shot more orbs. When Radell regained his senses, he swung his crossbow off his shoulder. Although the brigand preferred to kill up close, he aimed at the old man's heart and fired. The bolt flew through the air, ripping through the robe and pierc
A robed figure hobbled through the forest, clutching a staff for support. He walked with a slight stoop, taking his time, not realizing that his journey was being watched. Radell's Raiders, as the brigands were called, spied on the old man, waiting until he reached a perfect ambush spot. The attack would come so suddenly that the old man would have no time to react. Just as Radell liked it.
Radell's train of thought halted as the old man stopped. Strange that he hadn't noticed before that the old man was carrying a large sack. The figure turned to face him directly and emptied the sack. Radell froze as small, melon-sized spheres fell out. Does the old man see me, he thought quickly. Then he realized that none of his men had given the chirp. Radell came out of his hiding spot, dumbfounded, as he counted the spheres. Nine spheres.
Nine missing men.
Radell stumbled to the first sphere as it looked up at him. It was covered in blood, but he clearly recognized the nose, broken in a tavern brawl in Nachtholm, and the various scars. His brother's bloody head. He looked over the rest of the spheres; they all were heads. Radell collapsed to his knees, dazed, as the figure summoned an orb of light.
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As he left the forest, Moebius scowled at the tear in the front of his robe. This little entertainment had almost cost him dearly. Damn brigand, he thought. He had not expected, and had not noticed, a crossbow, and was almost struck. The Pillar of Time sighed. He was getting careless in his old age; if only he could see his own future, he would tell if it would ever be the death of him.