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Smok Taunter

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As they pressed on their ride they drew closer to a distant oasis. There was a small crowd gathered around this crystal blue watering hole. And from the men on the rode it was no doubt solely civilians. Amongst the women working their way home with jugs of water were guards. These men attempted their capture. Jumping at the horse or running after them on foot, sabers drawn.
But behind them came ominous and dreaded thundering. The guards charged to watch them were giving their chase. Echoing over the hoods they could hear their cries to catch them. Slowly their rides edged closer to them. As they descended in elevation the distant black shapes they were soon became more detailed. The sun’s rays glinting off their splints or rings in their brigandine.
“How are we doing?” Millard yelled.
“Jyd!” Benni said confidently. He turned back to face the front. The path they were on was beginning to open up, they were nearing the open ground. Only the oasis was in their way and soon the vast ocean of sand would take them in. Raqem hoped that the desert would give them the protection they needed.
But as they passed the oasis fresh men joined the chase. Responding to the sight and the clamor over it they mounted their steeds, interrupting them from their drink. They bolted after them, making better time in due part to their lighter outfitting. Under instruction they fanned out, spreading themselves furthure and with hopes to take the escapees before they could pierce the depth of the desert.

06-May-2010 19:30:22 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:27:58 by Smok Taunter

Smok Taunter

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Millard looked quickly to his side and saw the riders. They were dressed in robes, the same kind as those who had attacked and took him and DeLoren prisoner. But their hoods were drawn and they looked without bows. But as their replacement they had their riding sabers drawn. Long slender and curved blades. These flew out along their sides, glittering in the sun as they closed the distance.
Benni urged the horse on faster. But the riders continued to close in. Every time Millard looked back they came closer. In moments the whites of their eyes could be seen. The scrub too gave way, becoming soft and rolling sand.
“Go with the speed of Shallah!” Benni said in a frantic yell, “They won’t go far into the desert!”
“Are they on us?” Millard yelled fearfully.
“Na’am Sadiq.”
The horsemen were gaining. The hooves of their horses a dull crashing behind them. Millard’s heart raced. They were to close to fail. The Khardians encroached on them, surrounding them like hungry wolves. Keeping pace with the prey.
Millard looked to his side and saw one of the riders within arms reach of him. An air of desperation washed over him. His heart raced in his head and he tried to urge the horse on faster himself. Kicking at its sides. The pursuer shouted at Millard, but as he knew little of the desert tongue his words fell empty. “Do not stop riding!” Benni yelled at him.
As the rider approached from the side, intent on knocking them from his horse Benni kicked his foot out. It met the horse’s side and it panicked and reared. Its master slid from its back. The sword in his hand flashing brightly before it fell to the sand.

09-May-2010 04:44:26 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:28:13 by Smok Taunter

Smok Taunter

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But there were still others. Another came from the opposite direction. He raised his arm and swung his own sword. Acting quickly and out of intuition Millard grabbed at his wrist and yanked heard. The man leaned dangerously from his saddle. The two fought, exchanging hard tugs and pulls. With a hard yank Millard forced his pursuer from the saddle. His hand slid through his. The weapon’s guard caught on his knuckles and was pulled loose from the rider.
Looking behind him he saw his foe hit the sand rolling. The horse galloped off at an odd direction over the dunes. Behind them the mountains were their prison had been were growing smaller. The small oasis they had based a small shining jewel. But trouble was still not over. A handful of light desert riders still remained, but he was now armed.
“Come one you ********!” he yelled spitefully at them, “Chase us down!”
Abu’s riders were slowing from a run to a trot. The distance between them and their home was growing greater. The horses not wholly wetted dared not go far themselves. Ahead of them lied the great expanse of the Khardian desert. A thousand hells to pay and aimless wanderings.
Benni clapped Millard on the shoulder and laughed in excitement: “You see! Shallah smiles upon us. We are in good grace!”

23-May-2010 18:28:35 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:28:33 by Smok Taunter

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The room was dimly lit, only a few lanterns burned and the chair was uncomfortable. But no alms were given by DeLoren’s arms which found themselves tied tightly behind the chair and then to it. The strain on his wrists was such that his hands felt to be balloons. A heavy bloated feeling in them, coupled with a static tingling.
His shoulder also ached a great deal. Many pains ranging from an inferno burn to a hard, blunt throb coursed through it. His back was sore and he was sure the whole side of his contained numerous stinging scrapes and cuts. His head felt as if it were on the breaking point. A watery rhythmic pump sounded in his ears each and every time his hear beat.
Perhaps it was a blessing, or perhaps it was also a curse he was not blindfolded. His captives had left his eyes uncovered. The room he was in was mostly cleared. Bits of furniture and the like were pushed to the walls leaving the middle empty. Save for the red carpet he sat over. Several guards watched him at each of the corners and the door. Their watch making him uneasy and nervous.
He sat what he believed to be for hours. His faced burned from exposure to the sun and cuts and scrapes sustained from hitting the ground. But his waiting has to soon come to an end. The door to the room burst open and Imal strode in. He walked stiffly, his shoulders tense and fists clenched.
He walked up to DeLoren and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Where are they going!?” he shouted in his face. Warm spit hit his face and DeLoren couldn’t help but flinch and try to look away from him.
Imal shook him again and repeated his question: “Where are they going infidel northerner!” his breath was hot and stunk, “You were in on this too! My guards saw you reach up to them. Did you think you could join them?”

02-Jun-2010 21:18:17 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:29:05 by Smok Taunter

Yrolg

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The Taunter2,
Hello. I'll be quite honest here and admit that I've not read but a paragraph of this story. I was merely browsing through the piece, and this excerpt came to view. I wanted to post it again so that others may have the chance to read it. I'm not sure if it's my severe deprivity of sleep or my actual tastes speaking, but I really enjoyed reading it. I felt that though it had errors, there were pieces that could be absolutely masterful.
"“Trust,” he said plainly, “You will learn to trust me as I will trust you to not kill me at every turn. I invite you in so you will cast aside the images of me seeded into you by the northern military machine. I am not that evil demon, undead or ghost rumors say I am. I do not hide behind these fairy tales the way your commanders and lords do to make my demise seem all the more important. I am a simple man at the reigns of a not so simple crusade of my own. Our ways are not as full of the sins you have been led to believe. We are not cheap kebabs and cactus water, all riding on camels and wearing swathes of cloth on our heads. "
When I find the time to read this fully, I hope it all maintains this quality.

23-Jun-2010 06:58:54

Smok Taunter

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“N-n-no.* DeLoren said grimacing from mixed pain shooting through in his shoulder and the enraged demeanor of Imal. He glowed red and his nostrils flared like a dragon. His eyes glowed with anger and frustration. He had threatened to kill them, or maim them. But never had he been elevated to this level of emotional turmoil.
He roared with anger. He lifted him and the chair off the ground and shook him hard. “You had plenty time to discuss this!” he roared, “Of all the times time you had in the cell together, or my men slacked and let you get to close you planned this! Of those nights the duties of watching over you fell to a soldier who could not speak your tounge! Where are they going!?
“I don’t know!” DeLoren pleaded, his shoulder had exploded with pain. The fabric of his shirt burned into his skin, *They just rode away, I never heard of a location. To find our crusader brothers I imagine!”
Imal roared with anger and threw DeLoren. The chair hit the ground with a crash and shattered. DeLoren screamed in agony as pain rippled through him. He lay on the ground, squirming with pain. He tried to stand up, the chair now busted and freeing him somewhat from his bounds. But a heavy boot came down on his back and pinned him down. He gasped for breath. He was terrified.

“I’ve had plenty opportunity to kill the both of you.” Imal hissed, *But it wasn’t until now that I actually wanted to.”
DeLoren moaned in pain and fear. Tears welled up in his eyes as he heard the drawn out hiss of a blade being drawn. This was it, this was the end. Cold metal touched his neck and snaked around it. His back shivered and he could only sit and wait for the inevitable. It raised itself. There was a brief long pause that stretched on. He grieved for his life. What sin had he committed to deserve this?

13-Aug-2010 03:22:41 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:29:35 by Smok Taunter

Smok Taunter

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“That’s more than enough.” An angered and demanding voice said. It echoed with absolute authority, a merciful yet stern and persistent power. “They obviously did*’t confide in him as to where they were going. He won** know any more than we do. Killing him Imal would only ensure in wasted blood. Sometimes I think you need to control yourself more often. Like when I sent you to Uzer to secure prisoners for negotiations all you returned with are bloody rags and severed heads. Can I not trust you to keep men alive?”
Millard knew this voice from his first encounter. It was Abu.
“He’s an associate.” Imal argued back, “He should know, he was in the same boat as that Millard. Benni came off as a wild card; I don’t know how he would take him along.”
“Yes.” Abu said, “But you suspect it only because he is of the same blood. It could’ve only been for his own gain and not his comrade. Our friend here is stoic in his position. Chances are he is telling the truth. He never knew of a plan.
“If you continue all we’re going to get is broken bones and furniture. There’s no more information to get from him than what we could get from the men who chased them. And you know as well as I do they’ll be en-route to the nearest Crusader outpost or town. Polliniveach is just east of here, at the end of the mountain range. Benni – like everyone here - will know this and he’ll put the two of them on that route.
“So far Imal, I can see tearing him apart will lead to us getting any closer to them. We’ll keep doing as we have and searching for them ourselves. I already told Asuf to put more men on patrol between here and there; they’ll catch them eventually. In the meanwhile the two of us need to wait for results.”
Imal let out a loud crackling sigh. He bowed slightly and said, “You’re right. Lay Aghafer sultan.”

14-Sep-2010 16:35:08 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2010 01:30:01 by Smok Taunter

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