Droplets from the Inkwell

Writing Quickie: Four Warriors

I've been sick, so my writing has suffered. But I'm back now!

The four warriors sat atop their mounts, guiding them through the remains of the small village. The large one, Shogar, glanced around at the people rooting through the burned out remains of homes looking for belongings, tended the wounded, and wailed over the bodies of loved ones. His brow wrinkled in disgust. “What manner of vermin does this to unarmed folk, Kandis?”

The lean man with bushy red hair and beard halted his horse, then circled back to his companion. “You speak true, brother. The scum that did this are little more than vermin. It’s the nature of the army we pursue and the one who leads it.”

The short man wearing leather armor and carrying a dagger spoke, “Yeah, this looks like the work of Hetrix alright. He no doubt turned his men loose on this place so they could have their sport.”

Shogar spit in disgust. “Sport. As if there’s anything sporting about this massacre.”

The fourth warrior coughed and all three looked in his direction. Kandis nodded. “You are right, brother. We must get moving. There are undoubtedly many more villages like this in our foe’s path. I say we meet him before he has a chance to repeat these atrocities.”

JarredH

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