The Warrior 2

The warrior tore a piece of flesh from the corpse. Energy, to fuel his quest. The great Saarlak waited on his throne high in the mountains.

Throwing the arm to the ground, he picked up his sword and walked onwards. The lightning cracked, and he had work to do. This last one was a captain, the last remaining of the encampment he had just slaughtered. He had charged in during the night, slaying the watcher, but not before an alarm had been sounded. The rain had made it so that they were unable to set a signal fire, but undoubtably a scout had run off to alert the next camp.

The element of surprise was gone now, and he would be facing foes that awaited him.

He marched east, planning to attack from the side.

The march was on.

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