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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Twelve

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Blade watched as the hermit made his way closer, unable to transfer his gaze even if he wished to. A nameless dread filled him at the sight of the knife the hermit held. It promised more than mere death in its wicked edge. The hermit raised it and tested the edge with his thumb. A malevolent smile played across his face as he did so.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Eleven

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Trees groaned and snapped, their remains toppling over as the terrible beast crashed through them in its furious charge, intent on getting a hold of Peregrine. Each charge was met by her dodging aside, weaving her way back further through the trees about the oasis.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Ten

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The cadaverous hermit stalked towards where Blade lay prone upon the ground, still rattled from having landed heavily. The hermit held a wickedly curved knife with a serrated edge in one hand. Set into the pommel of the knife was a blood red gem that seemed to gleam with an inner glow. The hermit’s lips curled back in a fiendish smile while within his eyes lurked evil intent.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Nine

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The hooves of horses thrummed through the night, kicking up clouds of dust as the Hashalite band followed Halakir down from the hills, towards the deserts below. Ahead, they could see the gleam of moonlight reflecting off the dust kicked up by the company of guards who had departed the compound previous to them. The guards moved at a sedate pace, allowing the Hashalites to close with them.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Eight

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Halakir lounged beneath the glow of the moon, alongside the sweet waters of the fountain with their musical splashes. In one hand he nursed a small glass of fearsome spirits. Despite the serene calm, he found that he could not enjoy it. His hard face stared moodily into the fountain, a grim look upon it. The two had gone, to their deaths he knew, and it sat not well with him. They were not of the deserts and the tribes, but they had been good people and companions, skilled in battle and generous. They were qaslar, those whom oaths had been sworn with.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Seven

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The crocodilian beast growled a thunderous note as it watched Peregrine sweep her spear in a glittering arc before it. Those eyes reflected a bestial fury, yet more besides, for to Peregrine it seemed as if an alien will rode deeper within, an intellect not of the beast itself, a malevolence that drove the beasts to further heights of savagery.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Six

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From out of the temple there emerged a shape, pale and fleet, gliding just beneath the waters so that the reflection of the moon across it shattered. Ripples arrowed swift towards where Peregrine stood upon the shore. The stirred up waters glowed with an eerie light as the beast moved through them, a faint luminescence of unknown origin.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Five

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Peregrine and Blade made their slow way back down the canyon, towards the deserts at the base of the rocky uplands, and the oasis. The moon had at last broached the horizon, showing large and full as it made its gradual climb into the night’s sky, illuminating the landscape around them with a silvery sheen. The heat of the day had given out, replaced by a chill that had settled upon the lands. The air hung still and empty and silent, while above the stars glistened like frozen fire, sharp points of light.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Four

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“You can not leave.”

The guard at the gate barred their way, holding up a hand to stop them. A tall man with a thin beard, he had a long scar across his face. The moon had not yet risen, and with the setting of the sun while they had collected their gear and mounts, the only light to be had came from a pair of flickering torches set to the wall of the gatehouse. They lent an ill favoured aspect to the guard’s scarred face, making him appear gaunt and his eyes to gleam alike unto that of a snake. His scimitar he gripped firmly though his spear and shield lay propped against the wall of the gatehouse.

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The Oasis of Broken Bones – Part Three

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The well worn trail made its twisting way up through the rocky slopes, following along washes and beside ridges where sparse shrubs clung to the dry, barren earth, hardy and thorny things that struggled to survive in such harsh environs. As they rode around one jutting ridge, ahead a canyon loomed into sight, one that cut down out of the rocky uplands. Halakir led them into it, a place of shade from the burning sun. The walls of the canyon grew ever higher, and further back into the hills an overhang thrust out. Beneath it the canyon had been walled off, a structure formed of solid mud bricks into which had been set a stout wooden gate.

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