![]() ![]() ![]() Two further incidents within a week’s time reduced traffic to a reluctant trickle. They had heard these campfire tales before. There he told stories of a horrible demon, bigger than a bear and wielding swords of lightning.Īt first the citizens wrote off the story. The merchant was stricken with such panic he did not wait to witness the fate of the guards, whipping his peist into such a frenzy it did not stop until reaching the city walls. Two of the hired men were dead before they could draw their swords. The attack that came was not commonplace. Knowing this, the cart had moved with four armed guards at its side, well trained and ready for combat. His cargo had been secretive and valuable, well suited for a commonplace robbery. A merchant had been making his way to the city, a commonplace occurrence. A creature had appeared in the Ducall Forest, the dense natural barrier that cushioned Felthespar from its enemies. The first incident still lingered in the minds of the people. Only a matter of weeks ago the gravel and dirt path leading to the city of Felthespar had been alive and bustling, filled to capacity with travelers and the banter of excited women and children. The road to Jegan was unusually bare for the trading season. ![]()
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