An outsider’s tale Part I
Violet had led her small band of refugees across the
high pass just as soon as it was passable in the spring, but the journey had
been hard even so from their winter camp.
Especially as they had been short on supplies all winter after the
pursuit almost caught up with them and they had lost a significant amount of them
throwing off the chase. The pass itself was no longer as safe as it had been.
There had been an encounter with a band of Orks who could not be persuaded to
leave them be even after She had slain their leader in the single combat they
had demanded they still attacked and she and Perkal killed several more orks
before the point was made.
Then two nights after they had slain her companion
Perkal whilst he was on watch hacking his head off before she reached him.
Several more orks died on her blade and the young Filloki priest was avenged
more perished when they learned that her night sight and archery skill was
better than theirs. The refugees had
liked Perkal and where more distant with him dead and they argued about how he
should be buried and not left to the carrion animals on the high pass as was
the custom of his folk and by the time Violet had arrived at the cache by the
water caves in the foot hills which she and Perkal had made the year before she
was glad to leave them as they needed her no more being free from the slavery
in which they had been held on the other side of the peaks until last summer.
Violet headed back to the Hidden Dell to tell Perkal's father that his son who
he had never quite approved of for following the priestly path had died like a
warrior eye to eye with his foe and his sword hilt deep in the guts of the ork
that killed him.
In this grim mood Violet unslung her bow and strung
it and decided to take a short cut through the Spider wood just in case she had
been followed, after all a little paranoia was a survival skill.
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