Chapter1

The tribesmen were only heartbeats away from the ramparts, as ominous clouds hung over head. Men felt there palms fill with sweat, and their swords seemed heavier than they had moments ago. Tension was knotted in the spines of young men who'd never been tried in real combat before, as the distant hoof beats grew closer. Six hundred men all together stood ready to defend their town against a thousand and more tribesmen, all of bread on the harsh steppes; warriors born. As the defenders readied themselves for the inevitable, the horde pulled up short just outside of bow-shot.
Seemingly from nowhere a man appeared outside the walls and approached the tribesman. From the ramparts the defenders couldn't distinguish his features. He was cloaked and hooded in gray and on his back was something far too large to be considered a sword.
"He must be mad!" one man shouted. "Surely he knows there are a thousand of them!" Many shouts and protest came from the walls of the town, but cloaked figure ignored them as he approached the horde.