Subremoront's War: Vol. 1

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--------------- Seconday the 22nd of Balance 504 PC. ---------------

The demons' trail, which began at the mouth of the cave, cut

through the North Road and into the Great Elf Valley. At first Sir Dravus thought they might have headed into the tall grass to scatter and evade pursuit, but then they would have gone deeper - into the forest instead. Whatever their goal, it lies somewhere on the other side.

Our rabble rushed out onto a poorly kept dirt road running across an open field. Now it seemed the demonic horde stood little chance of escape. Those of us who were mounted had the advantage over open ground. My companions would be able to ride their quarry down easily, or circle around in front of them while the rest attack from the other direction.

Sir Dravus ordered his company to ride hard, and it wasn't long before they caught sight of the demons, distant specks on the horizon. We were closing in on them. But as we drew nearer to our target, I saw one of the demons break away from the main group. It wasn't heading away from us anymore. It was coming straight towards us. Wherever the other fiends were going, it seemed that this one wanted to make sure we didn't follow.

He slowed his pace, allowing those on foot to catch up. Though only one foe was in front of him, something about it gave him pause. I could sense that it would be a far more dangerous adversary than the mere minions Sir Dravus fought earlier. Sir Dravus seemed to know he couldn't be reckless, but he still had the horde to contend with. He looked prepared to attack in full force.

The demon positioned itself, while Sir Dravus dismounted to

stand his ground. The demon slowly drew nearer, it towered above its would be adversary. It looked as tall as any ogre I've seen, but far more imposing. Like the other fiends it wore coal- black armors, displaying that same unholy flesh riddled with channels of pure Chaos. Its image was like that of any death dealing Dark-Knight. Wearing plate mail, it was broad and martial. In its hand was a huge double-bladed greataxe, its head sported jagged crescents, perhaps all the more menacing for its savage crudity. A normal man would have wielded it in two hands, though it brandished it in one.

continued in Subremoront's War: Vol. 2

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