Peredhil shivered as another gust of wind howled down the mountain pass, threatening to push him over the cliff?s edge. The meeting with Nanjogna had gone well, but he had been warned of an impending threat to Elessar. Now here he was, high in the mountains marking Elessar?s eastern border, gazing down over leagues of picturesque landscape at ominous clouds of black smoke that darkened the horizon.
His three closest advisers and friends huddled around him, Ana leaning lightly on his arm while Elgin and Wes spoke to each other in soft tones. Several yards behind them, a group of the Malonas stood watch for more immediate dangers.
What could be the cause of that smoke, Peredhil mused silently. And what did it mean for Elessar?
Suranda stood, not bothering to wipe off the blood that covered her tunic and smeared her gaunt face and mangy blond hair. The screams gradually died down around her as her companions hacked fiercely at the few villagers still capable of using their lungs. Suranda?s blue eyes, once considered beautiful by many men, held a half-crazed gleam as she looked desperately about for another victim, the bloodlust threatening to overcome her. The sweet scent of death wafted in the air, filling her with an indescribable joy.
Men, women, and children lay around her, their disfigured bodies jumbled together to form a mass of human flesh. A horn blew to her left, and she began jogging towards the sound automatically, heedless of the bodies she stepped on in her haste to answer it. Others joined her silently, until they stood before a massive red-bearded man who leaned casually against a double-edged battle axe, both blades red with blood.
?Burn the bodies!? the man roared, his dark eyes glinting with the same madness that possessed all of them. ?We move west.? Suranda joined the dozens gathered there in a loud cheer. She absently twirled a dagger in each hand, eager to use them again. She knew she would not have to wait long.
His three closest advisers and friends huddled around him, Ana leaning lightly on his arm while Elgin and Wes spoke to each other in soft tones. Several yards behind them, a group of the Malonas stood watch for more immediate dangers.
What could be the cause of that smoke, Peredhil mused silently. And what did it mean for Elessar?
Suranda stood, not bothering to wipe off the blood that covered her tunic and smeared her gaunt face and mangy blond hair. The screams gradually died down around her as her companions hacked fiercely at the few villagers still capable of using their lungs. Suranda?s blue eyes, once considered beautiful by many men, held a half-crazed gleam as she looked desperately about for another victim, the bloodlust threatening to overcome her. The sweet scent of death wafted in the air, filling her with an indescribable joy.
Men, women, and children lay around her, their disfigured bodies jumbled together to form a mass of human flesh. A horn blew to her left, and she began jogging towards the sound automatically, heedless of the bodies she stepped on in her haste to answer it. Others joined her silently, until they stood before a massive red-bearded man who leaned casually against a double-edged battle axe, both blades red with blood.
?Burn the bodies!? the man roared, his dark eyes glinting with the same madness that possessed all of them. ?We move west.? Suranda joined the dozens gathered there in a loud cheer. She absently twirled a dagger in each hand, eager to use them again. She knew she would not have to wait long.