The sun is high in the sky and it seemed the hours ceased to pass underneath stifling heat of the day. Through the ringing sounds of axes and saws can be heard over the normal sounds of the wooded forest. The men walk silently, afraid the sound of the warning bell would be lost to them and their enemy would find them unaware and unprepared. Throughout their history the Vytakans have preyed upon the skills the Eustia woodsmen have learned and perfected over many centuries, through secrets passed down from generation to generation. They come in the night , never the same way, never the same way, they come for the men and the boys, for the apprentices and the masters, and the priests and the elders. They are an ever present threat, always watching
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The sun had set peacefully and the village was asleep. When the moon was at its peak the change of guards signaled the concealed vytakans that the time for attack had come.
Their battle cries woke the village as the men scrambled for their swords and the women tried desperately tried to hide the young. The sounds of swords clashing replaced the peaceful sounds of night, but the men were gifted with the skills of carpentry and had not the skills for swords and the battle was lost. The hounds soon found the ones who had fled and a swift punishment was dealt to those who resisted. The captured were packed in cages like animals and were prepared for the trip to Acubens where they would become slaves hurled into an endless search for an unstoppable weapon. When the sum broke the next morning a light mist covered the ground as a soft rain slowly fell. Ten bodies wrapped in shrouds lay next to open mounds of earth that would soon become their final resting place. Their loved ones gathered near to say their last goodbyes as hate planted a seed in each heart. Thirty men were lost to them, the ten now lying dead with still hearts and the twenty now on an endless road that would end in their death. As they gently lay their fallen comrades to rest a gentle music swelled to fill the air. As the last bit of earth had been placed upon the graves four figures appeared suddenly, dressed in long blue robes the color of the early morning sky
The sun had set peacefully and the village was asleep. When the moon was at its peak the change of guards signaled the concealed vytakans that the time for attack had come.
Their battle cries woke the village as the men scrambled for their swords and the women tried desperately tried to hide the young. The sounds of swords clashing replaced the peaceful sounds of night, but the men were gifted with the skills of carpentry and had not the skills for swords and the battle was lost. The hounds soon found the ones who had fled and a swift punishment was dealt to those who resisted. The captured were packed in cages like animals and were prepared for the trip to Acubens where they would become slaves hurled into an endless search for an unstoppable weapon. When the sum broke the next morning a light mist covered the ground as a soft rain slowly fell. Ten bodies wrapped in shrouds lay next to open mounds of earth that would soon become their final resting place. Their loved ones gathered near to say their last goodbyes as hate planted a seed in each heart. Thirty men were lost to them, the ten now lying dead with still hearts and the twenty now on an endless road that would end in their death. As they gently lay their fallen comrades to rest a gentle music swelled to fill the air. As the last bit of earth had been placed upon the graves four figures appeared suddenly, dressed in long blue robes the color of the early morning sky