The wind was hot, the bonfire only added to it.  The ash twisted and 
danced about above the flames, only to fall at the mouth of the cave 
making the dirt black, like the horizon.  

She watched as the lances of fire stabbed at the mass like glowing 
needles.  The dragons doing their best to stave off the attacks, but 
too many were falling back.  They were slowly losing this fight, and 
the mass of wraiths drew closer and closer.  She could make out 
individual wraiths at this distance, and the bon fires seemed to keep 
them away.  Until they really got hungry.  

The sheer size of it all, the proportions, it made her want to curl 
up and die.  She had heard of wars starting between great nations, 
how their armies would line against each other, then the battles 
would start.  Long years of blood and killing, until only a few of 
each nation remained.  

She could feel a cold chill despite the heated air that made her 
sweat.  The winter of war was on them, and she was watching the 
clouds of destruction rise over them.  Even if they won this battle, 
there would be more, and she, and her people could do nothing to 
fight it.  

They were the between the mortar and pestle and if they survived this 
it would be an act of the gods.

The people in the cave had started to play music and chat like they 
were waiting in the common room of a tavern.  The children played 
running about in a game that only children know the rules to.  The 
parents discussed matters of the town like planting and harvesting, 
as if tomorrow were they were going to be on the fields again.

The faces of the soldiers told a different story.  Like her they 
looked on with grim white features.  They too could see what was 
ahead of them.  They knew better than her the face of battle.  The 
young boys who had come down as farmers' sons had fought when they 
first arrived, and defended as they ran for the caves.  The young men 
now dressed in armor that was made for men who were twice their size 
looked at the distant horizon with hard eyes.

The General stood next to her.  "If we survive this day, shall we 
turn back and head home?"

She had thought the same things.  Turned the idea over and over in 
her head, looking at all the pros and cons.  "No, we will stay.  Get 
me two men for escort.  I want to go to the warren, to make sure our 
interests are considered."  She smoothed out the breastplate she wore 
and walked to her horse.

He nodded and motioned for two men to follow her as she guided her 
horse between the bonfires.  She heeled the horse as soon as she was 
out of the heat and started up the hill to the warren.  She would 
have to ride hard to get there before the day was done.

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Poe rode into the warren, her horse slick with sweat.  She jumped 
down, the lower green was running with people moving coal and 
wounded.  She reached for the first person she could find.  "I need 
to speak with the warrenlady, I am a messenger from Lady Amberylle."

(Tag- anyone want to take her to the warrenlady?)

NRPG- Ok, I just thought I would get something out since there has 
not been a post in weeks... I was wondering if everyone at the warren 
had died and I was just not informed.  Well, I hope weavercon went 
well, and hope to see more posts soon.



 

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