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Forest Bower VII

Mon Jun 27 2022 12:27:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

Despite his men's cries of support, our lad could tell they were disturbed his inexperience. How could they not be? Few 1000 year old ammortals would trust a child of under 100 years as their leader. The center of this discontent was the lad's dear friend Kushlova. He was a great warrior, but still greater as a councillor. Yet, despite his great age, Kushlova's wisodm was combined with the energy of a youth. This morning, as the lad armed hismelf in a suit of dark mail, Kushlova approached him. "That is a fine suit of mail, my lord." "Yes my lady orderred it from the smiths of Glencora." "Eh, She fears for you. I am told its your first battle. Did you ever do battle in your former life? When the lad heard mention of his former life, it was like hearing of another man's past, so much had his new life changed him. Surprised at the question, he replied: "No, the greatest confligt in my land was mere sport . . . which for us was were rarely even martial. As for my lady, aren't ladies always distressed? "True when I bid farewell it was to a wet eye and red chekek as well. Yet you are young and inexperienced.": At this Kushlova left to prepare himself for the day. The lad thought to himelf: the emphaisis he laid on young sounds like he is talking to a babe, not his king. The mornign fo the battle dawned bright and glorious. Scouts had reported the enemy to be only two hours distant, so the sentries were alert and the men had been on edge through the night. The broken ammortals were known fo their ferocious night fighting. In bright mail the lad set out at the head of his troop with skilled woodsmen at his side to guide through the forest paths. Because of the thickness of the wood and a clinging myst their view and progress were encumbered and they didn't encounter the enemy til the 3rd hour. Though they knew the broken ones were near the first of battle was a black arrow that glanced from the princlings helm. Immediately teh lads troop hid themselves and melted into the cover. Following their example the lad took his position beside Kushlova, who pulled him in tight behind a tree. Then the men began, at Kushlova's direction to flit from tree to tree barely losing their cover but slowly advancing. Though he'd many times heard of his people's famous forest fighting, he hadn't grasped it until he was a part of it. HE began advancing with Kushlova's direction / protectio,n, and after what seemed like an eternity Kushlova and the lad burst behind a tree where a pair of enemies was hiding. With cunning Kushlova suprised the first man and a noiseless swing from his great mattock executed him. Meanwhile the lad brandished his