Sand lifted in a great gust forcing Shield Scyldmund to close his eyes. The fine particles blasted against his skin, sharp, at the edge of pain. It hissed as it slithered beneath the rings of his dented armor, twisted into his beard, and lodged itself into the wrinkles that masked his eyes. These fierce sands wore down city walls, witnessed the fall of kingdoms, tore the skin from corpses. Yet … [Read more...]
Jiro
Boots poked out of thick undergrowth within a stone’s throw of the heavily rutted country road. What was visible of the armor – a bronze plated lamellar jacket – was congealed with blood. Jiro – hungry, cold, and tired – saw the armor as the means to fill his aching belly. Judging by the dead man’s white sash, now ruined with blood, Jiro suspected he was one of the many soldiers – without a … [Read more...]
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