Delegado rode back into town, noting the destruction and fire with a calm assurance born of years of battle. The rejects that he had shot didn’t fit with a high-level magical attack, but now was the time to analyze the enemy tactics, not their motivations.
He got off the horse and tied it to a tree, to keep it from bolting. The animal was nervous due to the fire and smoke. Feather was sent to reconnoiter around the town to see who else might be coming.
He had used only his mundane arrows on the rejects. For the wizard, he had a special arrow that was a bane to both humans and spellcasters. He had been given the arrow by a Tharashk artificer to use on a Dragon Below cultist who was fond of enchanting spells that they thought might be protecting the key. He hadn’t encountered said cultist, but the half-orc was pretty sure that no one in his House would complain about using the arrow now anyway.
He aimed carefully, and fired.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment