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Chronicles of War I: The Warfarer's Exodus
Tolls of Empire
Chapter 5 Page 5
Chronicles of War I: The Warfarer's Exodus
Tolls of Empire
Chapter 5 Page 5
Epsilon hung the carcasses from a thick branch, then skinned and gutted his kills in short order, glancing up occasionally from his work to watch the harts mount and copulate with the unhappy stump. He laughed to consider what the Emperor's careless hunter must have endured after spilling Deer Juice on himself. Imagine being that stump for three weeks straight! He must have been a miserable man, indeed, and busy, too.
Now that the deer were cleaned, Epsilon cut off their heads and tossed these into the ferns. What remained were four perfectly dressed roasters, ready to spit, roast and eat.
As he cleaned himself and his cutlery, the Warfarer called into the forest. "Heigh! Ye miserable, starving wretches! Come and eat! Come and eat!" He indicated the bounty he had laid out, using a generous sweep of his powerful right arm. "Praise Nars, the god of war, as you fill your unwholesome bellies! Praise Nars that he has, in his martial pride, raised up such a man as Epsilon Three to feed you this day! But come and eat! Come and eat!"
No great rush of eager feet disturbed the dusts, much to Epsilon's disappointment. For a moment he thought the savages had all gone away, leaving his labors un-rewarded. Then that same face reappeared in the crook of the tree boughs again. The cretin's eyes were wide and wild, and the Warfarer was disgusted to see its tongue protrude pinkly from glistening, drool washed lips. As an animal, it slobbered and croaked and appeared to be hopping from foot to foot behind the tree's trunk. Only the Warfarer's undetermined threat seemed to keep the wastrels from their feast.
Sighing resignedly, Epsilon shrugged his shoulders and called for Helmcleaver. "It is probably best that I not tarry to watch them eat, in any event. I could only let go my own rations at the sight." With a leap, he sat himself astride his horse of war, and reached for the reins.
He was only vaguely surprised to find a scrap of paper rolled about one of the leather straps, awaiting his attentions. After his customary examination of the terrain, he unrolled it and read;
Now that the deer were cleaned, Epsilon cut off their heads and tossed these into the ferns. What remained were four perfectly dressed roasters, ready to spit, roast and eat.
As he cleaned himself and his cutlery, the Warfarer called into the forest. "Heigh! Ye miserable, starving wretches! Come and eat! Come and eat!" He indicated the bounty he had laid out, using a generous sweep of his powerful right arm. "Praise Nars, the god of war, as you fill your unwholesome bellies! Praise Nars that he has, in his martial pride, raised up such a man as Epsilon Three to feed you this day! But come and eat! Come and eat!"
No great rush of eager feet disturbed the dusts, much to Epsilon's disappointment. For a moment he thought the savages had all gone away, leaving his labors un-rewarded. Then that same face reappeared in the crook of the tree boughs again. The cretin's eyes were wide and wild, and the Warfarer was disgusted to see its tongue protrude pinkly from glistening, drool washed lips. As an animal, it slobbered and croaked and appeared to be hopping from foot to foot behind the tree's trunk. Only the Warfarer's undetermined threat seemed to keep the wastrels from their feast.
Sighing resignedly, Epsilon shrugged his shoulders and called for Helmcleaver. "It is probably best that I not tarry to watch them eat, in any event. I could only let go my own rations at the sight." With a leap, he sat himself astride his horse of war, and reached for the reins.
He was only vaguely surprised to find a scrap of paper rolled about one of the leather straps, awaiting his attentions. After his customary examination of the terrain, he unrolled it and read;
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