The Resurgent Dream
08-10-2004, 21:37
Martin smiles lightly as he loaded the last sack of grain onto his cart. The human farmer had been working all day and was eager to get home to his wife and children. Climbing onto the seat in front of the cart, he took the reins and guided his two horses back towards the village.
When Martin arrived at the village, however, it was not how he had left it. Windows lay smashed and blood was splattered on walls. No one was in the streets. The entire place was silent and empty. Martin immediately urged his horses to run faster. He must report this to the local nobility.
As he was about the clear the village, a figure stepped out in front of Martin. It had grey skin and yellow, worn teeth. Its clothing was pieced together armor stolen from the corpses of warriors. On its hands were gauntlets, covered in jagged hooks and nails. It was male, wearing a jaunty cap...dyed red in still wet blood. Two other redcaps stepped up to join their chieftain, while another two stepped into the street behind Martin's cart. The leader smirked. "Leaving so soon? Just one little problem...we're still hungry."
When Martin arrived at the village, however, it was not how he had left it. Windows lay smashed and blood was splattered on walls. No one was in the streets. The entire place was silent and empty. Martin immediately urged his horses to run faster. He must report this to the local nobility.
As he was about the clear the village, a figure stepped out in front of Martin. It had grey skin and yellow, worn teeth. Its clothing was pieced together armor stolen from the corpses of warriors. On its hands were gauntlets, covered in jagged hooks and nails. It was male, wearing a jaunty cap...dyed red in still wet blood. Two other redcaps stepped up to join their chieftain, while another two stepped into the street behind Martin's cart. The leader smirked. "Leaving so soon? Just one little problem...we're still hungry."