“I have not underestimated you Talon! You are mistaken I do
not estimate you at all, remember this and remember my voice when doom comes crashing upon you, all of you
here have led Zachania to the door of death…you will be crushed, crushed down level with the dirt!”
Lord Heikan then burst forward and drew his sword.
“Let me kill this dog Lord Talon, let us rid ourselves of
this traitorous filth once and for all!”
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The Emperor’s son then pulled his clothes tighter
together and started to trot leading his group of forty Kinjouras.
To run forty miles under the blistering midday sun was an
order that would be met with dismay if it was given to any regular soldier, but the Kinjouras were no regular men.
They were unique assassins
who existed only for battle and bloodshed, not one sigh,
not one moan could be heard or seen,
only a look of determination in their cold blank eyes, in
fact they had a look of relish, like the order
was a challenge of their abilities.
Their resolve was a compliment to Grarlin and the evil
witch Bevilda whose conditioning of them was awe inspiring.They had been inbred with a will and desire to win no
matter what the cost, their own lives meant nothing, and only the mission had importance to them. It was an amazing
purity of mind to match their amazing fighting skills.
The Kinjouras had enhanced physical
abilities and strength, crafted by Bevilda as she dabbled for decades with their
bloodlines and stock and bolstered by Grarlin as he fed them on secret potions and herbs. They were
experts with all the known weapons and experts in hand to hand
fighting.
All in all the Kinjouras were the most deadly fighting force on the
whole island, they were faster, stronger, tougher, more resilient and
more cold hearted than anyone who would stand before them.
Now they would be unleashed on Zachania.
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“You
kill our parents, capture our women and murder our commanders…whatever anyone
says about the Zachanian uprising, they can never argue that it was not just.”
Lord Talon speaking to his Imperial prisoner, General Krustov
‘Only those
who have been hunted can truly value survival’
From the
scrolls of Epicania
†
So they wait
for us just across the valley.
I can smell
their fires…I can hear them,
Do they
realise what awaits them,
We fight for
freedom and revenge.
They fight
for pay and duty,
We have a
lust for their blood,
What thirst
do they have?
When morning
comes…will their swords be as sharp as ours?
Can there
spirit be as determined as ours?
This battle
is won already,
Foolishly
they prepare for their funeral.
†
Tomorrow I
will make them pay,
Tomorrow I
will show them a Zachanian,
My sword will
be my instrument of revenge,
My mind will
be its guide,
And my heart
will be the oil that burns the flame.
†
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