The dim light of the moon caused slight shadows of the obstacles the family encountered during their frantic flight through the dense forest. Low hanging branches reached out from the dark as a suggestion to the weary of their desire to snatch the trespasser and draw him into the timber cluster above. Thick bramble tugged at skin and cloth and hindered the human’s escape as they fled deeper into the forest. The small child towed behind the woman gave up crying long ago as the powdered dirt swirled around the forest floor, rose in ghostlike wisps, and coated the inside of his mouth, causing him to choke. Each footfall broke the silence that surrounded them and disturbed the
uneven ground. It was the only record of their passage through Iron Stone forest.
Doran, Myr’ia, and the boy had deserted their farmland only a few hours ago. At last glance Doran could see the peak of the seething flames as they lit in and ignited the thatched roof of their home.
As of late it was commonplace for their village to be looted. King Mylor’s ability to rule the region began to crumble the very day he received word of the unexpected death of his wife and child. His attention was no longer directed on the prosperity of the land and only found content when crawling into the shadows of misery. The effect of Mylor’s stoic plight devastated the countryside and allowed the influx of corruption and nefarious activity. Eventually Mylor began to succumb to the dark areas of necromantic belief.
The courage of the small bands of outlaws began to grow. Theft that was based merely on survival had turned to festive diversions from the degenerative lifestyle taking hold. Small villages scattered between Iron Stone and the eastern bough of the Broken Spine mountains were now prone to random burning. The abduction of young boys also spread and insinuated that the once aimless lawbreakers now had a purpose.
uneven ground. It was the only record of their passage through Iron Stone forest.
Doran, Myr’ia, and the boy had deserted their farmland only a few hours ago. At last glance Doran could see the peak of the seething flames as they lit in and ignited the thatched roof of their home.
As of late it was commonplace for their village to be looted. King Mylor’s ability to rule the region began to crumble the very day he received word of the unexpected death of his wife and child. His attention was no longer directed on the prosperity of the land and only found content when crawling into the shadows of misery. The effect of Mylor’s stoic plight devastated the countryside and allowed the influx of corruption and nefarious activity. Eventually Mylor began to succumb to the dark areas of necromantic belief.
The courage of the small bands of outlaws began to grow. Theft that was based merely on survival had turned to festive diversions from the degenerative lifestyle taking hold. Small villages scattered between Iron Stone and the eastern bough of the Broken Spine mountains were now prone to random burning. The abduction of young boys also spread and insinuated that the once aimless lawbreakers now had a purpose.
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