Nachmund Crusade Part 4: Of Knaves and Knights

Someone laughed suddenly in the darkness. The sound hit Senoth like a chill wind, and in an instant, his eyes burst open.

The act caused him to nearly fall over: he hadn’t realized he had been standing, and, up until this point, hadn’t realized he had been sleeping, either. His post human reflexes reacted sluggishly, and he was forced to brace his heqa staff against the ground to avoid falling. The ground in question was white gravel, dust, ash…involuntarily, his mind raced back to Tizca, to the pulverized white marble of what had once been the Acropolis Magna, the day the Wolves had come…

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