Chapter 12: Unleashing A Hound

More than one empire has set its sight upon the slowly collapsing empire of Charles the Light. Long gone ghosts from the past begin to gather.

         Chapter 10: Unleashing A Hound

                                      (Location: Mirivish, Third Isle of the Vashi Isle's)

    He could hear the women and the children screaming as he kneeled upon the ground and clasped his sword. The smell of burning flesh hung heavy in the air and in the distance the village burned brightly in the moonlit night. The raping and pillaging would go on far into the morning as village after village succumbed to  his Gray Demons. It meant nothing to him. He said the prayers and chanted almost silently to himself.
    Finishing the last of the prayers he stood up swept his heavy gray cloak back behind himself and drew his sword from the sandy beach. He turned his face up into the night sky and wiped the sand from the sword on the body of a hacked fisherman. He moved away from the body, one of dozens that lay upon the beach hacked or filled with dozens of arrows. It mattered to him not.
    "Mi lord," a man said hurrying to his side. The man was dressed in the dark red robes of the Ralisian God and the black crosses that decorated the robe marked him as an Upper in the Fellowship. "Mi lord, must the men kill and rape them all? We can hardly convert the dead."
    "Filth doesn't need to be converted," another man said stepping from the shadows. "They should have thought of this long before we came to cleanse these islands."
    "But Geragarn...," the Ralisian priest began in exasperation.
    "Geragarn is right, Antiul. I'll not have unbelievers converting simply to save there lives then falling by the wayside when we leave. All must be scourged and the way made free for the Conquest. Your mission Father Antiul is to convert, but I shall choose who it is you will convert. I will know." He looked from the Father to Geragarn, who was re-sharpening his great war ax and looking expectantly at his liege.
    "Follow me Father. I have heard there is a shrine to the God's of this Emperor named Charles. Perhaps you can convert them to the cause." Geragarn gave a chuckle as he hefted his great ax.
    "Really now Vectr!" Antiul said making a sign. "Do not mock God and put these pagan Gods on level with him."
    "I did not mock God, Father," Vectr said as he began to make his way up the beach and onto the path leading to the village.
    The fires burning brightly cast odd shapes across his black rune etched armor. His Gray Demons danced in and out of the light with some carrying loot and goods, while others carried off women or children. He ignored it all. It concerned him less than the thoughts of animals what happened to the people of these islands. In his eyes they had ceased to exist long before when they had the chance to accept the One and refused. It did not matter to him that they did not know who the One was. It simply confirmed his belief that they had been marked for death long ago.

Author's Note

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[Nely Amorim]

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