Emerald Forest
Zone I
Zone I
Sir
Frederic led Burns and Llorente towards his home village. It was so much easier
now with the portals collapsed; following a monster had led him into danger and
the company of new friends and even stranger allies. What his father and the
rest of his brother Knights would have to say about this was hard to predict,
yet from Llorente’s comments Sir Frederic’s people had already been exposed to Mammon
and his depravations, so they should be open to stories of demons walking the
land.
Rain
hammered down onto the forest canopy, soaking them intermittently as the thick
leaves of the tree tops created crazy pathways for the water. It did not seem
to be able to dampen Sir Frederic’s enthusiasm and he chattered away describing
what they should expect to see.
Sir
Frederic told them that forest opened out into a wide pasture in which a road
snaked down towards the river and his father’s lands. Their family’s fortified
mansion stood guard over a bridge, with travellers needing to pass through the
mansion’s walls and archway in order to gain access to the village beyond. The
walls continued around the village outskirts and were manned by regular patrols
which safeguarded the dwellings within. It had always been enough to dissuade
bandits or the occasional marauding monster.
“Once
over this dip,” he commented to Burns, “we should clear the forest fully and
you will have your first glimpse of safety, a warm bed and a hearty meal. Not,
of course, necessarily in that order.”
Burns
grinned at the excited Knight; once in familiar territory he shed the perpetual
air of worry and became a more congenial companion. They could use a rest from
the Taurans, Demons, Ambryn and whatever other nasties they had yet to meet. It
would be the first time in a long time. He shrugged off the thought of
Llorente’s comments about the land and its people and concentrated solely on
the meal and warm bed. It was then he noticed the change in Sir Frederic.
The
Knight had moved slightly ahead of them and was the first to crest the rise. It
was not the most welcoming of sights nor did it fight exactly the description
he had given them of his lands. The bridge still stood, yet the archway was
shattered and the village walls breached in numerous positions. Burns’ trained
eye recognised plasma blasts even from this distance. This had not just
happened, although the changing wind brought the smell of burnt wood telling
him that it was recent.
“Wait,”
ordered Burns unslinging his rifle and stopping Sir Frederic’s threatened mad
charge, “we do not know who is still around.”
Sir
Frederic nodded, unslinging the auto-rifle he now carried, instead of his
sword. He would wait, but not for long.
Burns
pulled them back to cover and knelt, bringing the scope of his rifle to his
eyes. He changed his position until he could get a good view of the village
center, the breached walls making his efforts easier. The weapon’s
magnification was more than enough to show him what had happened to the village
and tell him who the recent visitors had been. Two large wheels supported on a
robust and out of place metal structure took centre stage. Fastened to these
wheels were the remains of two villagers with a haphazard pile of bodies below
testament to the fact that these were only the last of a large number of
sacrifices. Zooming in on the suspended corpses he saw bloody symbols cut into
their naked chests and knew that the Taurans were the culprits.
“I
am not sure whether you will want to see this,” he whispered to Sir Frederic
who had joined him, and nodded towards the village, “it certainly is not the recommended
way to remember them.”
“Yet
I must go down,” said Sir Frederic, “even if it is only to give them a decent
burial.”
The
Knight stood, shouldering his rifle and now drawing his sword, “If I am really
lucky, they may have left an ambush for me.”
Burns winced, yet rose to join his companion, Llorente in tow, “”Very well, but we’ll do this my way, no running off to die an honourable death. If it’s revenge you want, we know where we can find some Taurans, even if they are not the right ones.”
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