Tales From a Thousand Worlds

The corpse lunged forward at Peregrine, pushing through water near up to its waist to get at her. It’s skin had shrivelled up and was bleached of all colour to the point of translucence, its eyes washed out and slime and weeds were tangled up in its limp hair.

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Ahknetsos stood upon the shores of the marsh, staring out at the ever present mists that forever shrouded his destination, denying him that which was rightfully his, the ancient lost city of Khatner. All attempts to reach it had been thwarted by the mists and the marsh, by the foulness that clung to the land and the insidious villagers who had opposed at every turning. The arrival of the two foreign mercenaries had been the tipping point. He looked aside to his brother, Khetemene, then to the third man standing with the pair.

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The path that Ket took led them into the marshes, his bare feet silent as they waded through the murky waters. Ahead of them, spread across the marshes so that little could be seen, rested a hazy mist, one in which tendrils twisted about almost as if alive and searching, growing thicker the further in they went.

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A crash of horses burst through the tall reeds that swayed in the breeze, the thrum of hooves pounding upon the spongy soil that bordered the sodden ground of marsh lands that disappeared off into the misty air. The region was a haunt of swarming insects and potent odours. The surface waters of the swamp were disturbed from time to time by things unseen that moved beneath it, causing rings to ripple out across it.

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Hanetsi, Sun Queen of Metsheput, looked on with wide eyes. A chill had settled upon her slender limbs, one that neither cloak nor blazing fire could dispel. She could see that she was not alone in that condition. All along the lines of her gathered army that self same fear had taken hold.

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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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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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