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.He went still in an instant.Having lost track of the battle, Uthul looked about as he withdrew his sword.Hespied another of the flame-wielders barreling toward him from behind just as his swordcleared the fallen warrior s skull.Uthul leapt away, spinning to throw his sword up in a desperate parry.It did himlittle good.The two swords collided, but it was like trying to block lightning.The fieryblade cleaved through, shattering Uthul s like so much glass, its fury continuing on.Uthul s chest exploded with agony as the blade cut into him, its magical touchsetting the whole of his body alight in waves of searing misery.He stumbled and fell tohis back, his legs lacking the strength to hold him.His vision swam as the warrior cameto stand over him, the dark lines at his face wavering as he held his burning bladeabove his head, ready to fall.At the warrior s wrists were bands of silver.Uthul attempted to pull away, but his arms rebelled, his fingers scratching numbly atthe ground. You re Sha ree, he heard the warrior say, surprise thick in his voice.Though his eyes were blurred, Uthul could barely make out the warrior s expression.It seemed to carry no malice now, only a hint of uncertainty.Uthul opened his mouth to209 Tim Marquitzspeak, but the warrior spun about and darted into the trees, the hiss of Pathra comingclose on his heels.The warrior gone, Uthul laid his head back and stared up into the canopy, dots ofwhite light dancing before his eyes.He felt the heat of his wound, but couldn t musterthe strength to bring his hands to it.As though they were disconnected, they twitchedat his sides as the darkness closed in about him.The sounds of battle retreated from hisears to be replaced by a quiet hum.~ Sha ree? Uthul knew not how long he laid there before he heard the insistent voice, but whenhe opened his eyes, he was greeted by a great mass of swirling orange.He blinked andthe color resolved into the worried expression of Warlord Quaii. We thought you lost. Though his body felt stiff, and he felt pressure at his chest, the agony that hadassailed him when he was struck by the mystical blade had receded.He moved to sit,noticing the pressure at his chest was the hand of the warlord, a mass of bloodymaterial held tight against his wound. As did I. He glanced about to see dozens of Pathran faces staring at him fromamongst the trees. Your people A flicker of a smile colored Quaii s lips. We lost many, but we would have lostmany more had we not heeded your advice. He pulled the bloody rags gently fromUthul s chest. And you? Are you well? Uthul looked to the wound.The flesh was blackened and blistered about the edges,but it no longer bled.Bubbled red meat was interspersed with yellowed fluid and darkash throughout the six inch gash, but Uthul felt none of the weakness he had when firststruck by the blow.His arms and legs, though weary, responded and he climbed to hisfeet with the help of the warlord. It would seem so. He glanced once more to the wound, running his finger about itspuckered perimeter.Though jagged with the ruin of his flesh, the meat beneath210 Tim Marquitzshowing through charred and dark, he could see no signs of infection.He felt no heatabout it. You seem surprised. Uthul met Quaii s gaze. It was magic that laid my people low; our own. Hegestured to his chest. Shallow though this wound may be, it is only by the hand of Reethat I still live and am not possessed of the burning plague.The virulence should havetaken me as I dreamt dark.So yes, I am perhaps surprised to still remain among theliving. Then today is twice blessed, Sha ree, for my people s homes still stand. Uthul glanced to the jungle to see the fires raging in the distance, kept in check by avast swath of cleared ground.He suddenly realized he had been moved at some pointsince he d fallen, the sprawling canopy woven thick with vines and filled with the facesof the Pathra that smiled down upon him from catwalks hidden amongst the trees.Uthul smiled back before turning to face the warlord. I would see the tools the Yvirused against your people. With little time during the battle to assess the magical O hraand weapons, his excitement and fear clouding his judgment, Uthul could now lookback upon the encounter with clearer eyes. They re here.Come. Warlord Quaii led him further under the Pathran village, to awide clearing filled with milling Pathran children with wide eyes.Near the center of itstood a handful of warriors who tried valiant to shoo the children away, the tools piledbetween the guards, under steady watch.The warlord waved the warriors to the side so he could see the O hra more clearly.Uthul glanced at them from a distance, and what he noticed but failed to register duringthe assault, was the obvious difference between them and missing Sha ree items.Thethree blades that had been recovered were crafted of platinum, their silvery sheenundiminished by the blood and ash that crusted the blades [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He went still in an instant.Having lost track of the battle, Uthul looked about as he withdrew his sword.Hespied another of the flame-wielders barreling toward him from behind just as his swordcleared the fallen warrior s skull.Uthul leapt away, spinning to throw his sword up in a desperate parry.It did himlittle good.The two swords collided, but it was like trying to block lightning.The fieryblade cleaved through, shattering Uthul s like so much glass, its fury continuing on.Uthul s chest exploded with agony as the blade cut into him, its magical touchsetting the whole of his body alight in waves of searing misery.He stumbled and fell tohis back, his legs lacking the strength to hold him.His vision swam as the warrior cameto stand over him, the dark lines at his face wavering as he held his burning bladeabove his head, ready to fall.At the warrior s wrists were bands of silver.Uthul attempted to pull away, but his arms rebelled, his fingers scratching numbly atthe ground. You re Sha ree, he heard the warrior say, surprise thick in his voice.Though his eyes were blurred, Uthul could barely make out the warrior s expression.It seemed to carry no malice now, only a hint of uncertainty.Uthul opened his mouth to209 Tim Marquitzspeak, but the warrior spun about and darted into the trees, the hiss of Pathra comingclose on his heels.The warrior gone, Uthul laid his head back and stared up into the canopy, dots ofwhite light dancing before his eyes.He felt the heat of his wound, but couldn t musterthe strength to bring his hands to it.As though they were disconnected, they twitchedat his sides as the darkness closed in about him.The sounds of battle retreated from hisears to be replaced by a quiet hum.~ Sha ree? Uthul knew not how long he laid there before he heard the insistent voice, but whenhe opened his eyes, he was greeted by a great mass of swirling orange.He blinked andthe color resolved into the worried expression of Warlord Quaii. We thought you lost. Though his body felt stiff, and he felt pressure at his chest, the agony that hadassailed him when he was struck by the mystical blade had receded.He moved to sit,noticing the pressure at his chest was the hand of the warlord, a mass of bloodymaterial held tight against his wound. As did I. He glanced about to see dozens of Pathran faces staring at him fromamongst the trees. Your people A flicker of a smile colored Quaii s lips. We lost many, but we would have lostmany more had we not heeded your advice. He pulled the bloody rags gently fromUthul s chest. And you? Are you well? Uthul looked to the wound.The flesh was blackened and blistered about the edges,but it no longer bled.Bubbled red meat was interspersed with yellowed fluid and darkash throughout the six inch gash, but Uthul felt none of the weakness he had when firststruck by the blow.His arms and legs, though weary, responded and he climbed to hisfeet with the help of the warlord. It would seem so. He glanced once more to the wound, running his finger about itspuckered perimeter.Though jagged with the ruin of his flesh, the meat beneath210 Tim Marquitzshowing through charred and dark, he could see no signs of infection.He felt no heatabout it. You seem surprised. Uthul met Quaii s gaze. It was magic that laid my people low; our own. Hegestured to his chest. Shallow though this wound may be, it is only by the hand of Reethat I still live and am not possessed of the burning plague.The virulence should havetaken me as I dreamt dark.So yes, I am perhaps surprised to still remain among theliving. Then today is twice blessed, Sha ree, for my people s homes still stand. Uthul glanced to the jungle to see the fires raging in the distance, kept in check by avast swath of cleared ground.He suddenly realized he had been moved at some pointsince he d fallen, the sprawling canopy woven thick with vines and filled with the facesof the Pathra that smiled down upon him from catwalks hidden amongst the trees.Uthul smiled back before turning to face the warlord. I would see the tools the Yvirused against your people. With little time during the battle to assess the magical O hraand weapons, his excitement and fear clouding his judgment, Uthul could now lookback upon the encounter with clearer eyes. They re here.Come. Warlord Quaii led him further under the Pathran village, to awide clearing filled with milling Pathran children with wide eyes.Near the center of itstood a handful of warriors who tried valiant to shoo the children away, the tools piledbetween the guards, under steady watch.The warlord waved the warriors to the side so he could see the O hra more clearly.Uthul glanced at them from a distance, and what he noticed but failed to register duringthe assault, was the obvious difference between them and missing Sha ree items.Thethree blades that had been recovered were crafted of platinum, their silvery sheenundiminished by the blood and ash that crusted the blades [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]