The Wynds Saga

Daggoth caringly weaved a set of complex traps around the inner and outer circles of the camp using the Power. As he channeled the energy through his body, spinning it from coarse and undefined into precise strands of different elements, his senses were heightened and the sweetness of the Power enveloped him. Yes, the weave of the Eightfold Power would be fire in this trap. He moves on to another section of the camp. Making smooth flowing gestures with his hands he overlaid the weave which was a combination of both Fire and Earth with a fine thread of Spirit so as to make the trap undetectable to any other male Aran'car that might wander into camp. Only channelers of the Eightfold Power, only male channelers of it could detect him holding it. Grinning ruefully he headed up to the Anointed One's quarters, he would be ready when Wynds came. With a smooth swirl of his cape and an air of self-confidence only Aran'car possessed, he made his way up to the young prophet child.

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Wynds peered from the toppled alcove that had once been his hiding spot. They had found him. The sun hung high into midmorning, clearly visible through a cloudless sky. To the East gusts of wind thick as wool told of a coming storm and in that same direction indeed the sky had darkened. The man cursed as he heard the soldiers command the ballista to let loose another diabolic explosion. After all that planning about how to sneak inside the camp he had been discovered. Well most wouldn't really have called that blind charge into enemy lines a plan persay, but most people weren't him. Wynds grimaced, he had never been one for much planning anyway. As the flaming ballista arrow descended on him Wynds acrobatically leapt to an adjacent formation of toppled rocks. Rocks from the shelter pierced his skin as the arrow descended and decimated his former shelter. The walls of pikeman were slowly encroaching on both of his flanks. There was only a small gap in the circle of pikes that continued to shrink, only one small hope. But it could hardly be called an escape route. That gap in the semi-circle led to the encampment where hundreds more soldiers would face him. He didn't think of that as a real option but he had to try. The boy continued to call at him, some malicious urge beckoning him with greater ferocity than ever before.

Unsheathing his sword, he leapt up over the rock and threw out a blinding flare a good hundred feet in the air. Hopefully, as the thing exploded it would blind enough soldiers to give him the few precious seconds he needed. As he landed, white flowing hair swinging roughly in the ebbing tide of the wind he stood up from his crouching position and ran for all he was worth, for mere seconds no arrows flew and no swords were drawn. With his right arm protruding from his body and his Skitsami blade held firmly in a horizontal position, his gleaming blade hit home on the first victim, separating head from body. Plowing through the army, he left a path of beheaded cadavers but soon the army started coming to. A leggionare drew his lance as Wynds jump pushed himself off of a dying soldier. Before the leggionare could hit home the blade split his skull in half and the assassin landed painfully on the other side of the incapacitated leggionare. Thunkk! An arrow now protruded from his left leg and the momentum of the charge carried him down the hill as he rolled limply. Momentarily recovering, he snapped the arrow haft and continued his velocitous roll, his blade arcing in a ten-foot circle of death for any nearby soldiers. The bodies of the recently diceased rolled down the hill with him. Quickly, the hill ended and Wynds got up to face the next set of attackers just barely catching sight of the volley of arrow heading toward him. Gathering his strength he heaved an adjacent corpse into the air to act as a shield and charged at five men armed with poleaxes. The arrows ripped into the deceased's innards as it fell to the ground but never touched the assassin. Light my leg burns, pain rippled through as he thought. The first of the men attempted to take off his head swinging the heavy poleaxe at him, the swordsman replied with a slide tackle passing the man and leaving him with only one leg, then the sword form the Crane Over Water. Wynds felt the man topple over as he gathered energy for the next attack. Two men swung their long axes.

Thrusting his sword up to block the two weapons he screamed in pain and rage," Arrrrrghh!!"