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Dreams of Days to Come – Part Four

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With all the cunning grace possessed by a stalking panther, Peregrine led her small band of hand picked men through the shrouding confines of the jungles, following paths little used and harder to pick out. They made barely a sound as they walked, placing each foot with care so as not to disturb fallen twigs and branches and give away their presence. Arrows were nocked to bowstrings as narrowed eyes swept the dense foliage all around, seeking out any sign of the wild men in whose home they were trespassing.

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Dreams of Days to Come – Part Three

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The deep echo of drums thrummed their way through the dark, steamy corners of the shrouding jungle. Thick vines hung down from the tight packed trees, so closely woven that they formed a veil through which barely an arm span ahead could be seen. Roots writhed in the black soils, heavy laden with mosses and bright fungi of a multitude of hues. Heat clung like a spider to everything, a moist heat that could rot the flesh and the mind of any ill disposed to it.

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Dreams of Days to Come – Part Two

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Hanetsi, Sun Queen of Metsheput, sat upon her gilded throne, her head held erect. Six burly bearers carried her throne palanquin aloft, though now they stood still, allowing for her to survey the scene before her. Around her stood tall, ebon skinned men, each in burnished silver scale coats, with chain neckguards hanging from their spiked helms, and with spears and broad shields at hand.

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Dreams of Days to Come – Part One

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The torrential rains that had swept their way across the rolling hills with an elemental fury, like some admonishing deluge of the kind that had drowned far Muru or wicked Tela, or the gleaming golden spires of Helastra, had at last abated, their wrath spent. The sky, swept clean of the clouds that had once curtained it, now shone forth a brilliant azure. Rivers and streams, swollen near to bursting, thundered forth, their waters churned up and carrying before them the detritus that had been swept up in their path by the storms, of broken branches and entire trees and more.

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The City in Shadows- Part Five

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Through the long halls of the mausoleum they ran, where no living soul had trod for years beyond remembering. Along empty corridors they tracked their prey, the soft glow of Blade’s arcane illumination bathing murals and mosaics upon the walls depicting scenes best left forgotten. Gaping doorways opened up into chambers silent and dark, but these they paid scant attention to, intent only on following their comrades and those who had taken them.

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The City in Shadows – Part Four

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Peregrine watched with guarded expressions as their former adversaries entered the mausoleum, leading their horses up the stairs and through a gap made in the barricade for them. Earlier, she had helped construct the barricades when the first ghouls had surprised them. Quick reflexes alone had put the ghouls down, preventing any being taken by them.Emir Barazi let fly a string of mellifluous curses as he watched his prey slip away once more, this time into the runs of the unexpected city. The long chase of many days deep into the inhospitable wastes of the desert had drawn on for far too long, and he wished simply for it to be brought to an end. Having to hunt for the fugitives through the city would only serve to delay matters further.

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The City in Shadows – Part Three

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Emir Barazi let fly a string of mellifluous curses as he watched his prey slip away once more, this time into the runs of the unexpected city. The long chase of many days deep into the inhospitable wastes of the desert had drawn on for far too long, and he wished simply for it to be brought to an end. Having to hunt for the fugitives through the city would only serve to delay matters further.

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The City in Shadows – Part Two

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The distance to the spires from where they had espied it closed but slowly, even despite the hurried pace they made towards it, and likewise did the distance to their pursuers narrow. The race as to would reach their goal first was one too hard to judge, for it would be a close run thing, and so they laboured on as the heat and sand scourged them. Kharjii, once so resigned to his fate, now urged his men on to greater efforts, for fear now drove him on. Death in the deserts was not a prospect he relished, as thirst and heat wracked and devoured the body, yet it remained preferable to the horrors that Barazi would inflict upon them should they be taken alive.

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The City in Shadows – Part One

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Driven sands whipped across the arid, hard baked earth. Scorching desert winds caught up the sand and bore it aloft, whirling them in scourging blasts across the dozen ragged figures that made their way across a region where, as far as one could see, nothing lived. They walked with slow and belaboured step across terrain littered with shattered boulders and raw earth, upon which had settled coarse grains of sand. The sun broiled above, and is lash was just as cruel as the scourge of driven sand, flaying at the travellers. All about, the land shimmered in the haze of the heat, the horizon blending into the empty sky.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Thirteen

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Peregrine pounded on down the tunnel, intent only on reaching the fleeing hermit ahead. She could make out a baleful red light bobbling along and the shadowy outline of the hermit as he fled. The darkened tunnels were cramped, forcing her to run in part at a crouch. Whether they were natural formed or man made she could not tell.

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