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Sekin Brightfall
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Date Posted: 02:28:41 10/18/03 Sat
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Jade
's message, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! MORE!!!!!!!" on 18:45:24 10/17/03 Fri
“Drop your blade,” snarled the Captain, rubbing a hand across his eyes almost wearily but his eyes still flashed dangerously. Fyrth dropped flat on his stomach. Before the blades could follow him, he rolled out from the circle of horsemen and sprang to his feet, seemingly ignorant of the bloody trail he left behind him like a line to mark his passing.
Surging forwards, he grabbed the reins of a nearby horse and vaulted into the saddle. The black horse remained calm beneath him and when he dug his heels into it’s sides, it leaped forward like an arrow from a bow, front legs stretching out to consume the earth, mane and tail whipping in the speed.
“Curse it!” roared the Captain, all traces of weariness gone and sword once again held ready. “I forgot that they’ll obey him!” The horsemen mounted as quickly as Fyrth had done, all except the one whose horse Fyrth had stolen. He stayed on the ground as his Captain sprang into the saddle, blade held in an out thrust hand, and tossing the cowl up over his face, cruelly kicked his mount forwards at a fierce gallop. The others followed, like a black storm, riding just behind their leader, the manes and tails streaming out along with the black cloaks like wings. All except the horse less man. He held up a hand to the sun above and for a second, the light dimmed as if a giant fist had slowly closed the sun in its fingers and then released. The light came streaming back like a golden flood, but the man was gone.
Fyrth glanced back over his shoulder at the dark shapes that were steadily growing nearer, the one in front holding aloft the bright, shining blade like a giant sharp claw. Leaning low on his mount’s neck, his face and eyes blank, blood streaming off from his foot and whipped away by the wind of his speed, Fyrth clenched the reins and muttered in his steed’s ear, which swiveled back to listen. “Shetan al reisc sinomer utyuar! Utyuar! Utyuar shetan!”
The muscles rippled and bunched smoothly under the black horse’s massive shoulders as it leaped forwards, lengthening its strides. Front legs pawed at the earth, back legs stretched then bunched beneath it, carrying it forwards with seemingly endless energy.
The Captain’s eyes narrowed the light shinning off his twisted metal crown. Suddenly, he yelled aloud, “Utyuar! Utyaur, riders of the night! Utyaur! The Hunt has begun!” At once, the horses of Fyrth’s pursuers gained unnatural speed almost as if another force was driving them and not their own wills. The Captain sat straight in his saddle, leaning back a cruel smile twisting his face. Fyrth couldn’t outrun them. Not now.
Fyrth glanced back, as, simultaneously the horses of his enemies surged forwards pawing madly at the earth, eyes rolling, ears back, heads up fighting the bits. No sign of emotion crossed Fyrth’s face, but he leaned even farther on his horse’s neck and muttered something in its ears. With a great effort, the horse gathered even more speed, flashing through the shimmering, rippling heat waves like a ghost. Fyrth patted its neck encouragingly, but he didn’t have to look back to see that the Captain was gaining again, quickly.
Fyrth’s eyes darted to the side of the road as he flashed past. The dull, unfeeling orbs reflected what he sought for. A forest. And then it was gone, already in the distance as he surged past. Without a trace of emotion, Fyrth pulled back on the reins, slowing his horse down considerably. The horse tossed its head up in protest and its haunches slid almost under it, almost in a rear. Fyrth remained immobile in the saddle except for his hands. Yanking the left rein sharply, he caused his mount to spin a half circle until it was facing they way they had just came and his sixteen enemies.
Fyrth glanced once at the thundering hooves, the flying manes and tails, and the outstretched sword before he dug his heels in his horse’s sides and it shot forth, back down the road. Crouching low in the saddle, the side of his face touching his mount’s lathered neck, Fyrth stared impassively at the wall of dark horsemen he was heading straight for.
Surprise flashed past the Captain’s face. He pulled back on his horse’s reins unsure of what to do. The other riders slowed and bunched up behind him. But Fyrth kept coming, his cloak flapping and roaring in the wind. Straight for the Dark Captain. Fyrth’s enemy was forced to swerve to the side to avoid being hit by Fyrth’s charging stallion and then all was confusion.
Like a whirling, Fyrth slammed into the riders and those who weren’t fast enough to get out of his way, found themselves upon rearing mounts as Fyrth’s horse caught them shoulder on shoulder and unbalanced them. Triumph shone in Fyrth’s eyes briefly but only the intense observer could have spotted the sudden gleam.
Like a wave, frothing and bubbling the formation of the dark horsemen broke and a single shape broke through and raced away, down the road. Dust spurting from his horse’s heels, blood flying from his foot, Fyrth surged forwards, back the way he had came and headed straight for the road’s deep, ditch.
With a curse of rage, the Dark Captain whirled around and raced after him, his followers surging behind. Fyrth dug his heels into his stallion’s side and the big horse managed to place its haunches under it and jump clean over the ditch, landing a bit heavily on the other side. And then it was off again, Fyrth racing it through a giant field of dry, brown, brittle grass, heading for the fringes of green on the edge of his dull vision. The forest.
The Dark Captain sat back suddenly and reined his horse to a cruel and sudden stop. The others stopped with him as his dangerous eyes followed Fyrth’s progress, the dark shape of his enemy’s horse flitting through the stalks of grass. Whirling his horse around to face them, he spoke in a voice laden with rage but also tinged with an undercurrent of fear. “He has made the wood. We cannot hope to find him in there. Not unless we insist the aid of the Radgem. Come. The Lord is waiting.” With that, they were gone once more, galloping down the road. The Dark Captain turned his head to the forest and his jaw clenched but his eyes glittered almost as brightly as the sword he held in one hand.
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