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Second Sun #70

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The march across the high moorland plateau of the Bronze Isles was executed in silence. Hevne led her troops inland seeking the warriors of the Fire Isles, the only sound the tramp of feet through the long grass and the hissing of the wind as it snaked around the marching warriors.
When evening fell they came to Korida's Ridge, ancient fortifications now fallen and overgrown in grass. Here the land began its slow descent to the shoreline on the farthest side of the island from where Hevne had first landed.
In this disquieting silence their enemy became their own thoughts.

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    Christopher about 1 month ago

    Loved the "hissing of the wind as it snaked around the marching warriors. "

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    Drew Martyn 24 days ago

    Thanks Christopher. I liked that idea, too.

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    Neville Hunt 23 days ago

    Oo-er. It all sounds rather creepy to me. Watch your backs Hevne!

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