Screams and howls echoed through the Cimmarian village. The clanging of steel filled the sky as massive barbarians hammered axe against blade. Smoke filled Aelia's nostrils as she darted over blood soaked mud and slipped between broad shouldered defenders. It was time to depart; the five foot two thief had no no intentions of facing off with any barbarian of any stripe.
Rounding the corner of the last hut she saw what she was looking for: a horse. Not just any horse, a great war-horse, a beast whose eyes dripped with aggression and whose long, powerful legs could devour the miles between Aelia and civilization. The thief wasted no time- a few gentle words, some apples from her traveling sack and before long she was leading her escape quietly away from the battlefield.
The almost inaudible chink of mail caught her ear and her head whipped about like a cat. Barbarians rarely wore mail; this was something else. Someone else. A giant of a man, towering almost two feat above the thief and clad in the panoply of war. But it was not his size or armaments that sent her scalp to prickling. It was something about his eyes, dull yellow like a wolves, unnatural, quietly ghastly, they seemed at war with this universe.. and they were winning.
Aelia was pretty sure she was stealing his horse. "Crap."
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