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Back to the Archive The Atlantis Times for October in the Year 6
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Red Drogans (129) writes:
It was late evening. Still just enough light to see by, but here amoung the trees it was almost pitch black.
Their dark green cloacks were nearly invisible among the foliage and they had covered their faces and hands with dirt to complete the act.
Quitely he brushe the ground ahead of him with his foot, moving anything out of the way.
He then stepped onto the now cleared ground and repeated the process with the other foot.
Another step closer.
They were aproaching a small encampment.
Some horses a short distance ahead, little to the right.
The murmour of people derectly ahead, with the occational creak of leather as they got ready to bed down.
The sound of pouring water splashed loudly to his left.
Someone had taken a toilet break.
He turned back to the shadow behind him. It took a moment, but eventually he could see a set of eyes staring into his.
He held up his palm the undirtied white portion toward the other shadow.
Flicked it twice in the direction of the sound, then drew it slowly across his throat.
The eyes blicked. The the shadow turned and disapeared among the grass.
He turned back and continued to the edge of the clearing.
His eyes now well adjusted to the dark, could quickly make out what was happening in the camp before him.
One already laying down with his cloack wrapped around him. Two more finishing off their trail food before bed.
He could only make out 4 horses, which would make the toilet break the fourth and probably the sentry.
So currently they were 2 on 3 with surprise in their favour.
He waited for the missing shadow to rejoin.
The second body lay down to sleep which the third got up and walked off to their left. Either to the toilet, or to see what was keeping the centry.
Turning to the other shadow he held up 2 fingers and pointed them toward the camp.
A nod. And off he went. Running lightly.
The night was broken by 2 soft wacks in quick succession.
He pulled his knife, keeping the blade behind him and any reflection from being seen, and ran off to his left after the remaining body.
He got there too late.
The third shadow was already pulling his knife out and laying the body quitely to the ground.
They ransacked all their pockets and saddle bags for anything that might be of interest.
Then it came to the part of the night he did not enjoy.
The horses.
They would be valuable in the up coming war, and such could not be left alive.
That sad deed done. They walked off south. Away from the forrest. Their night had only just began. They hoped to find at least one more camp before the dawn.
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