Flickered and dancing the knife's edge between absent and corporeal, but the ghosts remember enough of themselves to perform their past function, their duties. They served as infantry and cavalry to the Sukhl, nomads given to fast conquest, to the minimal drag of resources on their journey. They are meant to be light, nimble.
...the caravan is steady but slow, ever visible, a waiting target. If this were the plains, Arha's people would seize the convoy. But the Lord has demanded they provide escort, and so the deed is done.
The man Slick approaches is a lieutenant, ranked. He accepts Slick to fall in step with him, even honouring him by providing shield cover when another harpy drops down dregs of tar and bone.
"Damned creatures never leave us be. Don't know what they want with us. Must be the road. Few critters here to feed'em. Must be Taravast, also. Witches, eh? What can you expect. No honest work, like sword and bow."
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...the caravan is steady but slow, ever visible, a waiting target. If this were the plains, Arha's people would seize the convoy. But the Lord has demanded they provide escort, and so the deed is done.
The man Slick approaches is a lieutenant, ranked. He accepts Slick to fall in step with him, even honouring him by providing shield cover when another harpy drops down dregs of tar and bone.
"Damned creatures never leave us be. Don't know what they want with us. Must be the road. Few critters here to feed'em. Must be Taravast, also. Witches, eh? What can you expect. No honest work, like sword and bow."