His eyes shone as he turned back to his fellows. He turned upwards, and his eyes settled on the massive span that supported the hall. It was Perun, of course, who asked the question. Allowing the power of the Light to blind us to what we truly are." this." He pointed down at the dead warlords. We fear each other." He shook his head, his fists clenched. We hide in these enclaves, hoping that other Light-bearers will not find us. The others stood as battle-scarred statues. "Never again." He intoned the words quietly. In formation behind them stepped Perun, her boots barely leaving a trace as she walked. Saladin, calm and slow, the weight of the dead on his shoulders. Jolder came with a steady glide, energy and fire. They had been policing the dead, finding a fitting end for the settlers and miners of the outpost.
Radegast turned as his companions crossed the valley floor to join him.
These warlords had terrorized this part of the wilds for years. There were five of them, and they had been lined up beneath the melted girders of the settlement's great hall. The Light-bearers were laid out in a row, simple cloth covering their armored and robed forms. Here and there you could see dull gray signs of inhabitation.Īt the bottom of the valley, Radegast came to the source of the ash, death, and violence. Of the small village there was no trace the buildings reduced to splinters. He pulled his helm from his head and let it drop with a muted thud into the ash. The warrior began to walk slowly down into the valley. Nestled amid a small forest, it had been like a precious jewel set atop the dull crown of the wildlands. Scars marred his armor, and his sidearm lay in the dust. A cloud hung in his wake as he made his way to the top of the rise.
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