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Lol pls o guys, just try to understand that I get so busy at times. Then other things comes in... Eat, sleep, chores, watch movies, read and rest. At times just feel like doing nothing. So these other things takes my time too. Note that in my head the story is already finished, not like I'm running out of ideas... So guys just bear with me.
I will see if I can get myself to type a bit more tonight before I sleep

cyber5:
This is ghen ghen




Bro no more updates

I'm still updating on MEMOIRS OF BLOOD AND STEEL. when I'm through with that story, I will continue updating here

The last ingredient for the antidote is the black liquid from the poison gland from the sand dart frog. The frog is so dangerous that touching its skin can give you very serious burns on your palm. The frog has to be killed and the poison squeezed out through the space between the frog’s double layer skins. The poison of the dart frog when mixed with the other ingredients, neutralizes the harmful aspect of the black liquid poison turning it into one of the most powerful antidote on Ghemmaria. After taking all necessary precautions, she sprayed the green death in the room, then sat down to wait. At least the air borne poison will be potent in the room for few hours. Another dangerous aspect of the green death when airborne is, its effects are not immediately noticeable, until after a minute, by then the subject has already inhaled enough poison into his body to insure his death without him noticing. The poison has a very pleasant fragrance as a result of the use of the three different lotus in it. But that pleasant scent is irreversible death in disguise.

So with the bones of the Swamp asp, the ingredients for the green death is complete. All three lotus are grinded together into a paste. The gel from the green mollusk is added, which quickly break the paste of the lotus into a thick liquid. The dried bones of the asp is then grinded into a powder which is mixed with thick liquid of the lotus and mollusk. It takes eighty days for the thick liquid to totally break down the powder from the bones and absorb it totally with the liquid. At this stage, the green death is already very potent and deadly. But Thorn had wanted it to be a poison she can be used airborne. To accomplish that, she sort for the leather worm, a larvae of the black wasp. That larvae is good at quickly digesting liquid substances and passing them out as gas. So Thorn then got a well sealed bottle with a tiny sprayer at the top. She poured the poison of the lotus, mollusk and asp bone in the bottle, put the leather worm in it and sealed it up. The leather worm digested the liquid in the bottle which became gas but its body decomposed too after it died and also fueled the gas within the bottle. The memory of creating passed through her mind as Thorn lifted the bottle of green death and smiled
This genius apothecary’s work is her pride and joy. This concoction is so rare that almost no body knows about it outside Gondola, therefore no much known antidote or remedies. Well Thorn has an antidote which she had already drank. The antidote of the green death also takes careful preparations. The antidote is made from the pollen grains from the black mistletoe that is very difficult to gather and get. Another ingredient used for the antidote is from a petal of the silk calla. This particular one is more tricky to get. The petal from the silk calla is not just in anyway. The particular ingredient from the silk calla is not always available in the plant. You have to wait for the first dew formed by the first rain of summer. The dew falls on the silk calla all night and the first ray of the morning sunlight react with the dew already absorbed by the petal all night creating a particular colorless gel. This is what is extracted from the silk calla petal to be used as an antidote. Another thing about this colorless gel is that it is very fragile that after the first early morning sunlight, any other sunlight hitting the petal destroys the potency of the gel making it valueless.

As soon as Carla walked out of the door of her inner room, Thorn moved with haste. With a pull from her hand, the light dress on her body was torn to shreds. She pulled out her traveling clothes, a tight all body fitting leather clothes. She pulled on soft leather boots. She got out a very thin stiletto which she fix inside the boot. She pulled out a long unused rapier, but always well oiled and kept sharp. The thin blade fit perfectly into the equally slim scabbard. Bringing out a small sack with ropes weaved around it to help with carrying it, she quickly filled it with provisions that will last just two days then she considered the most precious of all her possession, her spices.
Thorn knows there’s no way she can leave here without having to confront some opposition and with that in mind she sort the most potent of her poisonous spices. She had nicknamed it the green death. This poisonous ointment is made from several rare materials. Firstly, it is started with the mixture of white, red and green lotus flowers. They are responsible for the sweet fragrance of the poison and the color. The white and red lotus give the scent and the green one the color. Also these lotus have very strong binding properties that can hold the active ingredient in the poison.
The next ingredients is from the salt sea green mollusk. The mollusk produces a green gel that is highly poisonous but also mildly acidic. The green mollusk can only be found on a single night towards the end of summer around the edge of Grimwood along the shore of World Edge Sea. The most interesting part of this concoction is also the most deadly aspect. The main active poison ingredient for it is from the Swamp asp native mostly to the snake Swamp in Gondola. That reptile is an interesting animal. It is actually a poisonous serpent but a non venomous one. A smaller relative of the ophidian, the Pit Viper, the Swamp asp doesn’t have venom in its bite. The poison of this animal is in its bones. In fact the Swamp asp is dangerous when dead than alive. Because at death, the reptile’s body decays fast, leaving the highly dangerous bones exposed. Just a tiny cut from that bone guarantee certain death. That is way the Swamp asp have no natural predators that feeds on it.

After a few minutes of silence she asked. “Are they the Grand Khardi’s soldiers and are nobles with them? “
“No my lady, no nobles came with them. The soldiers were not dressed like those of Aram, they appeared like northerners, they are dressed like the ones that came with the baron from the north. “
Thorn was thoughtful for a while. If Khardi was the one in charge, she would have known how to handle this but Tarikh is an unpredictable person. Only one option is left for her.
“Pass these instructions to Marilee, your head. Tell her to break open the safe, bring out the coins in it and distribute it to all you girls that she can reach, that will be your pay. Then you all should scatter. I will advise that you all take the little money that gets to you and go start a new life for your selves. “ Thorn told the trembling callgirl. “When all is settled and I’m able to come back, I will send for all of you. “
“Yes my lady. “ she said. “But I want to come back and go with you, where ever you are going. “
“That’s very sweet of you Carla, “ Thorn said slowly touching her chin. “But you can’t come with me to where I’m going. I have to go alone. “ As Thorn saw the tears dropping from Carla’s eyes she spoke again. She is the youngest among her call girls and her favorite. “Don’t worry Carla I will be fine. Just go and start a new life with the money Marilee will allot to you, get married to a handsome man and have some kids. Or you can go with Marilee, she won’t treat you badly. “

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Thorn put a finishing touches on the maquillage on her face. The white hue of her face giving the green color of her eyes, lips and silky hair a contrast that she liked. Looking at her image once again on the silver mirror, she sighed with delight as the green filigree covering few parts of her body, leaving the slim neck, alluring shoulders, just the peep of the bump on her chest exposed. The emerald intricate design of the dress clung to her body like a second skin. From the top of her thighs, a long slit made on the dress left ample glimpses for her shapely long legs for those who get their satisfaction watching it.
Her door was roughly pushed open spilling someone who fell in a tangle with the curtains that covered the entrance and distracting Thorn from her contented thoughts.
“Who dare violate my privacy? “ Thorn asked hardly.
The person quickly untangle from the curtains “A thousand apologies my lady. It was an act of desperation.”
Taking careful look, Thorn noticed it was one of her callgirl that just barged in. “Carla what are you talking about? “
“My lady it's...it's...soldiers… “she spoke winded. “Soldiers are looking for you. They came into the Goldenresort at they center of the city and thrashed the place asking of you. Most of the hired guards there have been killed. Others were arrested and taken to the palace. I had to hide and come over here to warn you. “

Hi guys, sorry for the delay in updates, will be sending some later in the day.
I just had an idea which I want to pass along. Was thinking of doing a traveler's guide for the world of Ghemmaria, featuring its exotic places, peoples, languagues, customs, history then the funa and flora. I was thinking of also adding the political structures in place at Ghemmaria, then some very notable events that shaped Ghemmaria into what it is today.
For example if you look into the maps, you will notice places like THE SHATTERED STEPS, KREGER'S FIST, DRAGON EYE LAKE and THE RUINS OF KEDESH. All these places have events that brought them about. Though I hinted a little about THE RUINS OF KEDESH here in this story. Also you do hear of things like PANTHEON WAR, THE GODDESS SNAKE QUEEN OF GONDOLA, THE LEAGUE OF MAGES, THE WISE ONES and THE CRAY SISTERS
All these group have political functions in Ghemmaria which won't be stated here. There is a body called the COUNCIL OF FIVE. All these can't be featured here.
So how does the idea of a guided tour into the exotic land of Ghemmaria sound like?

Cyberrex:
Apollux what of you, can you still get involve?

Lol.... Twi of my stories are suffering from neglect o. Make I nust maintain before my followers for MEMOIRS OF BLOOD AND STEEL kill me

I'm a bit busy o

siralabai:
He is arrogant, and talks too much for a talent in magic and sorcery, make him add some wisdom: "everything is not what they seem to be, there is more to situations than meets the eye". He of all should know that being conversant with the world of sorcery. Make him learn hard Truths that will develop him to be better in the art, he could be immensely useful later, he only needs some lessons, the talent is there alright, but it needs refinement.

Ok let me add a tiny bit of information, this will help u understand Thrace better. In their world, sorcery takes a lot of time and discipline to learn and harness much like martial arts today. Now the league of mages is the highlight school of sorcery in all of Ghemmaria headed by the chief magus. Thrace is a young man who naturally possessed what took others years of training and discipline to achieve and to crown it up he was selected as a direct trainee under the chief magus and became his favorite pupil. So he didn't under go the necessary basic training process others went through to get to the stage he is in. Because of his youth and relationship with the magus, he can do some wrong stuff at school and in class but still get away with it without any punishment. Yhat has made him grow arrogant, obnoxious and flippant.
But he has a very unique role to play in their journey. Still.. .. He is just a pain in the... Well somewhere

What do u guys think of Thrace attitude? Do u think he is of benefit in any way to the group?

“Hey I’m sorry lady Meera no one told me a woman will be joining us. Seeing a lady coming on us suddenly, I felt Jarrael had finally soften down a bit to consider our other needs as men by employing the services of-“
“One more word out of that pitiful flippant maw of yours and your tongue will decorate my next meal, the thread of your balls will take the place of my necklace. Both actions will solve your mouth disease and your other man’s need as well. “ Meera’s eyes blazed as she spoke which cowed the already sprawled acolyte the more. “Also, it’s Lady Thorn to you, only my brother can call me by my other name. “
Jarrael laughed heartily, something he had not done since after his parents died. “Mer I think da really made mistake on something. “
“What is it Kez that our father made mistake on? “ she turned to him and smiled as her face was away from the others watching.
“He chose me to protect and watch over you. I think you would have done better protecting me. “
She joined Jarrael in the laugh too. “I still think you did an excellent job within the short time you could. "
“Welcome lady Thorn, your coming gladdens my heart too, as I see it gladden my master’s heart. “ Gamba said bowing down.
“Oh thank you very much, Gamba. Thank you for making me feel welcomed. “ she turned to Jarrael her eyes inquiring. “ ‘master’? “
Laughing Jarrael replied. “Don’t worry I’d tell you about it. But first tell me what happened in Aram after I left. Seeing you here now shows whatever happened, was bad. “

At that moment she felt like eight again. All the problems of this world seem like they don’t matter. As if happening to someone else, here in his arms she felt safe again. In the poor light she moved her head back a bit and looked at his face through tear streak eyes. In a way the face looked like Kezzan but in another not like the Kezzan of ten years old, age has added and removed details from it. The former caring face now looks hardened and weather beaten.
Jarrael without thinking it felt salty liquid touch the edge of his lips. That was when he knew tears have been running down his eyes. He was just too overwhelmed for speech. All that goes through his mind was the cry that he never failed the charge given to him by his parents. He stood for a long time without saying anything as he held his long thought lost sister close oblivious to all happening around him, that is until Thrace voice cause a brutal interruption.
“Hey Jarrael it’s always ill luck to allow a woman come along into men’s quest. “ the acolyte spoke moving close to them and sneering with loathsome disapproval. “At least if you were inviting a LovePeddler along, you should have informed us all so we could have arranged for payments so we can all have our way with her, after paying her well of course. Or what do you think Khen? “ he turned to the Kyaki who looked at him with indifference and the Hokunian with a look of shock on his dark face.
In almost lightning fast speed, Meera turned her right fist lashing out and connecting solidly with Thrace’s jaw. The force of the blow knocked the acolyte off his feet and he slammed down heavily on the ground four wide paces behind. Jarrael gently held her back in a gentle restraint as she prepared to follow up her initial attack with more.
“The worst thing you can ever say to lady Thorn her is refer to her as a LovePeddler. “ Jarrael spoke smiling and enjoying the look of embarrassment on the acolyte’s face. “Had I not been her, Thrace, you would now be dead. Besides she is my sister. “
“It is my regard for Ruel that made you not to die from my first strike, you would not survive a second one. “ Meera said as she allowed her brother’s calming interception to pacify her.

As quickly as it had appeared, the globe of light vanished. As eyes readjusted to the sudden change of illumination, they took on the appearance of the rider. It was of a beautiful woman covered all over in tight fitting leather garment. Her hair, long, lustrous and green. Her long bow was held on her right hand and the left put back a single arrow that was initially notched on the arrow, back on the quiver slung on her back.
None of the watcher moved as she dropped from her horse, dropped the long bow with the quiver filled with arrow on the floor, led her horse to where other horses were tethered and tied its rein to a makeshift pole. Then with deliberate slow steps she walked to the group.
Jarrael watch and couldn’t say anything. Her name moved from his brain but hung at the tip of his lips. He just couldn’t interpret how he is feeling at that moment. He just watched at someone that is both familiar to him and a total stranger. Someone that just stirred something really deep within him he thought was long dead. Just then he noticed the loud pounding sound of his heart beats roaring in his ears.
The woman looked round everyone stoically and her eyes settled on Jarrael. She watched him for a long while, her face frozen on a mask of indifference which suddenly cracked as a single tear dropped from her stinging eye.
“Oh Kez! “ she wailed as she ran to Jarrael and caught him in a strong embrace that squeezed him tight to her. “Oh Kez Kez, I have so missed you, I thought you forever lost to me. “ Then her emotions broke, and tears that have been strange to her eyes for years flowed down her eyes in uncontrollable deluge. For a very long time, Meera allowed her self to be vulnerable. This was the person that has meant anything to him after she watched the brutal murder of her parents. All those years of hardship, slavery and being raped and brutalized, his face has always been what she saw in the few moments she had try to lock her mind against the pains. Her brother, who had always been there, he who took care of her when neither her father and mother was around. He risked himself even at that tender age to make sure she doesn’t starve, got a place for them to stay. Remembered a night when it was raining heavily, Kezzan had shielded her with his body, pulling off his clothes to cover her, while she slept and he stayed under the rain just so she wouldn’t be interrupted in her sleep. He had gone hungery and given her the only food he was able to steal, just so she wouldn’t starve.

The Al-hujinn came before him. “Akhbar hikayat ‘iilaa ‘alsafik fi ealam almawtaa”(Tell my tales to your ancestors when you get to the world of the dead} he said before one of his sword moved like a flash of lighting and stabbed Zakfir, slicing through the rib cage and heart. He folded on the horse he was on and slowly dropped.
Turning quickly, Jarrael faced the direction of the three fleeing herdsmen on horses. Already thinking how difficult it will be to go after them. It will take time to go mount their tired horses and give chase. It will just waste more time and divert them from their mission. As they watched the silhouette images of the herdsmen dwindling further something seem to strick one of them and he fell from his horse. In rabid succession, the other two fell off their horses.
“What just happened? “ Jarrael asked trying to strain his eyes to decipher details in the weak moonlight.
Khen took a few steps ahead. “Arrorws. “ he simply said.
As they watched, a shadow moved towards them. It appeared as a shadowed image of a single horse with a rider. While watching from behind, Thrace barked a word of power and a sudden globe of light appeared that gave illumination around the whole area.
“Douse the light show boy, I wouldn’t want you to announce my arrival to every predatory denizens of this locale. “ a female voice sounded.

zesh:
i love that language how did you come about it

Lol trade secret

Pls for all those requesting for the remaining part of Marvel Chronicles, pls just send me a mail so I can send u the story directly. My email is at the beginning of the story

These are killers that he and his men do not have a chance again. He looked around and saw as the Al-hujinn dispatched with the last of his attackers. Bodies, both horses and men piled up around him. He is the deadliest of them all. A true Al-hujinn. Zakfir wailed within him and cursed all that had made him witnessed the famed actions of the Al-hujinn. All the horrors that the legends had narrated about the blood thirsty killers are true, everything to the minute detail. As he watched, the Al-hujinn turned to face him, also the giant and the little man in white. The far off man in a robe whom he believed now is a powerful sorcerer watched him from that distance as he toyed with lightning bolts on his fingers.
Just behind him are three of his youngest sons. “Yarkubri! “ (flee) he screamed. The three herdsmen behind him turned their horses and fled from the place with the horses cantering at great speed

Five herdsmen charged at Thrace howling with glee at the apparent easy kill. Of all those they had come to kill, the acolyte on a long robe looked the most vulnerable because he hadn’t even done anything since the fight began. And to the eyes of the charging herdsmen, his staying about from the area of the fight was a show of weakness and fear.
As they got close to the acolyte, they noticed that his face became lighter from the darkness that covered it before. They also noticed that the source of the light was his right hand that seem to be glowing. The lightened face of Thrace grinned as he raised his hand with the fingers splayed. The herdsmen dimly realized that something was wrong before five bolts of lighting came from the five fingers and struck them. Instantly their bodies became human charcoals and the horses continued their gallop a if nothing had happened.
Zakfir watched with mounting dread as his men were decimated no matter what style of fighting technique employed. He was still looking with horror on his eyes as the white streak dashed out of the shadows again. A herdsman screamed and fell off his horse dead. This time the white streak didn’t go back into the shadows, then Zakfir realized the white streak was a little man putting on white clothes. How can a man on white effectively hide in the dark. He was still puzzling on that as the man on white rolled into the mist of three of his herdsmen all armed with spears and tulwars which they all employed. The man on white, with speed beyond belief engaged all three herdsmen on horses, parrying the strikes of six weapons attack with calm movements and steady coordination. The man flicked his hands twice, and two shard objects, like tiny knives left his hands and two of the heads men dropped off their horse and collapsed. Their mounts trampling on them. While the last herdsman he faced was still trying to recover from the shock of the sudden attacks, the man on white shove his long sword up at the rider who tried to deflect the attack with his tulwar. But the blade was too fast. It sliced through a tiny open space, plunge into his stomach and burst out of the back. The herdsman fell from the horse as the man in white pulled out his sword.

Cyberrex:
Jarreal and Gamba are bloodthirsty semi demon

now introduce the lady, and let her have fun too

Lol Thrace is not really a fighter per say. When it comes to brute force and fighting skills, he is the weak link of the group. Remember Ruel told Jarrael that Thrace has very little skills even as a sorcerer. What really brought him to the attention of the Magus, is the natural ability of magic power he possess. What he lacks is skills as a fighter sorcerer. But he makes up with that by being potentially powerful

So what do you guys think about their fighting prowess? Which of them has surprised you with their abilities

Gamba was being attacked by two herdsmen, one at the front and the other at the back. They were attacking him with their spears which have a more longer reach than their tulwars. Gamba with speed that surprised his attackers, he deflected their spear thrusts with his ax with speed and skill. He quickly caught hold of one of the spear after dodging a thrust from one of them, he pulled the spear quickly from the herdsman which unbalanced the rider. He almost fell from the horse but quickly righted himself. Gamba threw the spear aiming it at the second herdsman. The herdsman quickly pulled back on the reins of his horse, stopping the horse movement quickly enough to dodge the spear thrown at him. Gamba actually did that to quickly distract him so he can face the second herdsman. The herdsman was busy pulling out his tulwar from his belt after loosing his spear when Gamba turned to him and landed a heavy roundhouse punch on the rider’s horse head. The horse staggered heavily backwards and collapse on the ground trapping the rider under it. The second herdsman thrust the spear at Gamba who quickly squat down as the spear point passed over his head. He cut up with his ax. The cut sliced through the herdsman leg and buried deep in the horse guts. The herdsman screamed, dropping his spear and holding the stomp that was formerly his legs pumping out pints of blood. Gamba smashed the exposed throat of the screaming herdsman as the horse he was on staggered to death. The blow smashed his throat crushing all the organs in the neck, the herdsman choked on his blood as he trashed and his lungs swelled as the blood vessels in them couldn’t give out the blood filling them. The herdsman died drowning in his blood. Gamba moved slowly to the knocked out horse and the herdsman squirming underneath the weight of the horse that trapped him. The herdsman’s leg, his tummy and the hand holding his tulwar were pinned under the unmoving horse. His left hand feebly trying to push his body out of the weight holding him down but failing. When Gamba walked to him, his sandaled feet making loud crunch on the sands, he stood a while watching the pitiful attempt of the herdsman and with a quick move he lifted his feet and smashed it down hard on the herdsman’s head. The fore head caved in as the back of the head blew out spilling thick blood mixed with brain tissues.

Gamba had pulled up his huge twin edge battle ax. He charge a horse and rider coming at him. Just before the horse could get to him, he dove to the right and swing his ax at the rider. The force behind the attack was so great that the ax sliced through the rider cutting him in half at the stomach. The ax continued cutting down, it sliced through the horse back bone and half way through its belly. As Gamba pulled back his ax, the rider’s body fell in two different directions and the horse collapsed his head and forelegs curved almost to the hind legs. The back cut wide open spraying blood in a wide fountain.
“Tarbiathair! “ (scatter!) Zakfir screamed seeing as his men were being cut down so easily. The herdsmen men deftly moved their horses in well organized maneuvers and attacked each fighter in groups of twos and threes, crowding them to allow for less space for them to strike at them.

“ Imin martuba, zum zuril.. Shem shak nikura almisalim. Nimonee ahukura wataki imran.Emuwasarii fatwir mulalib. Al-hujinn nakir isalib zimzim na shirk. Tulmahajud ninomin akura. .” (True my life is forfeit but I have no better choice. Him, on whose errands I am on is more dangerous than any Al-hujinn. While you can only kill he, he has the power both over my life and soul)
“Jhayidaani y’ramurt. “(Die well) Jarrael said and moved. His speed dazzled the eyes of the herdsmen men that they haven’t even reacted when Jarrael get in their mist. Four dead bodies dropped from their horses before they knew what was going on. Jarrael was in their mist like a whirlwind. His sword flashed and another head dropped on the floor ahead of its body. One of them saw him as he opened his mouth to scream, the sharp point of a scimitar pierced his throat. As both horse and riders moved in circles, neighing and screaming, something seems to dash out of the darkness in a blur of white, strike a herdsman down from his horse and disappeared back into the shadows.

The herdsman at the front of the horse riders an elderly man whom Jarrael assumed was the leader, did a double back as if struck twice on the face. The elderly man was surprised that someone other than a herdsman can speak their language fluently. Also he claims to be an Al-hujinn. The man took a closer look at the speaker, he noticed the speaker was dressed as an Al-hujinn, not just that, he just fought like one. In as much as three eye blinks, five of his men are dead without knowing what killed them.
“Alikum mimsira askarinum, nohirm fesak. Aul Zakfir anib Zubril,nisk nas munim Al-hujinn sikiwa nurushin afeck metuba. “ (All hail terrible one, I am Zakfir anib Zubril. He who sent me to attack this camp never mentioned an Al-hujinn been among those I should kill)
“Funik martuba, zum zuril. “ (Then your life is forfeit) Jarrael said slowly.
Zakfir felt a cold stab of fear in his heart. When he was sent on this errand he was not told of an Al-hujinn been among. This already shows he will fail. He cannot hope to defeat an Al-hujinn with just two dozen men. Not to mention an Al-hujinn with other companions that looks like very skillful warriors. But even if the mighty high priest had told him to go face an Al-hujinn, he wouldn’t have been able to disobey. Though the Al-hujinn can kill him the high priest can both kill him, his family and people and still torment their souls. There is no other choice. He felt another stab of sadness and regret as he turned behind him to look at his sons. He decided bringing all seven of them to this trip because he felt they have grown very soft. A little skirmishes and bloodshed will toughen them a bit. In their days the various tribes of the herdsmen have cease hostilities towards each other so none of his sons have really been involved in any kind of real fighting. This was supposed to be the period for them to draw their first blood and became true men. Now he had led them to the jaws of death. It saddens him that his lineage will all end like this. He saw the fear on him mirrored on the faces of the older herdsmen who understood what this encounter means. The younger ones were showing slight irritation at been told to stop instead of attacking, killing and pillaging. Zakfir shook his head sadly, the foolishness of youth he thought.

A fifth horse was just coming behind the one just downed by Gamba, when Khen appearing like a white streak in the poor moon light dove at the horse rider. A swing of his blade cut deep at the rider’s stomach, tearing open the flesh and spilling the intestines and organs open. The dying cry of anguish from the dying rider was loud.
“Hai wakun! “ (stop) a voice shouted in the herdsman's language somewhere in the darkness. The loud galloping sounds of the hoof beats stopped. The horses moved at a slow trot as they approached Jarrael, Gamba and the further back Thrace who hadn’t made a single move within this short brutal fight.
As the horses and riders came closer, the moonlight revealed them to be herdsmen with their traditional black satin and large turban. The numbers given by Khen about them was shown as accurate. Most of them carried long spears but all have bright gleaming tulwars hung naked on their belts.
As they stopped, they spread before Jarrael and his two companions, Khen was hiding in the shadows. As Jarrael saw they were herdsmen indeed, he decided to address them.
“Taliwakum mishrahim ani fati hal Al-hujinn ibn amsek narim? “ (Who dares interrupt an Al-hujinn on his goal of vengeance?)

Two riders charging with horses side by side bore down on Jarrael, both of them lifting up their spears to stabe him. Jarrael jumped high enough with a somersault lashing out at the riders with his blades at the two riders scoring very deep cuts on them. One at the chest, the other at the neck. Both of them tumble out of the mounts as the horse continued running oblivious of their demise.
Jarrael landed allowing his body to go down on a crouch so the ankles and knees won’t take the brunt of his rough landing. Just ahead of him another horse was coming at him fast. He was already aligning his move to the rhythm of the horse hooves when a shadow leaps over him from behind and landed on his front. It was Gamba. That giant definitely can move really fast and agilely too considering his size and bulk. Gamba stood facing the coming horse, both knees slightly bent in anticipation with toes and heels firmly dipped in the sandy ground.
Gamba leaped as the horse got close, circling his massively thewed arms around the heavily muscled neck of the horse pushing the mount back, unsettling both rider and the horse. He adjusted his hold , using one arm on the horse neck and putting the second hand below the neck between the fore hooves. He heaved and lifted. Lifting the two fore limbs of the horse from the floor , the rider still trying to settle back on the mount after the initial jeering, the muscles on Gamba’s arm standing out and rippling. With a final push, Gamba lifted the horse, with its twirling rider off the floor, all four hooves taken off the ground into the air. Gamba held them both over his head for a second before slamming both on the ground. The rider that was underneath the horse when the Hokunian dropped it, had his spine crushed, his ribs broke and the sharp points of the bones tearing through his lungs, he spew out thick globs of blood as his body jerked before dying under the heavy weight of the horse on him. The horse jammed its head directly to the ground as Gamba dropped it which broke its neck with weak movement it flopped briefly before staying still. Jarrael marveled at the feat just performed by Gamba, the Hokunian is immensely strong.

Jarrael closed his eyes letting his consciousness sink into the states of Una. His Enri and Nam blending into one, flowing into all parts of his Nayak. Flowing into all his bones, joints and muscles. Enhancing his senses. He used his mind to blend into the rhythm of the hoof beats thundering from afar, dissecting and blending them so properly predict them and move inline with them.
His eyes open, the scimitars on his hands were held in easy grips. At the corner of his eyes, he saw Khen slowly blend into the shadows. One of the two moons was already climbing up giving very poor precious lighting, with enough shadows for the Kyaki to work in despite his white clothing. Gamba was standing by his right, a little to the left. His heavily muscled hands bent as if to grab something but empty, his huge war ax still hanged by his belt. The acolyte was staying far back behind him as he was instructed.
Suddenly a horse galloped out of the darkness with the rider holding the reins and lifting up a spear to strike at Jarrael. From the shadow, Khan’s voice uttered a short shout “hiyah! “, jumping out of the shadow at the rider, he swinged his slim curved blade at the rider. The rider jerked a bit as the horse thundered past Jarrael. After a few feet, the rider’s hand came down as the spear fell from his hand. His head slowly dropped from his shoulders, a testament to the precise cut of the Kyaki’s blade. The body fell off the horse.

Lol so u r all waiting for a fight scene? Well I won't disappoint. But what chance do u think four people have against 20 plus enemies...

Dare2Try:
Nice one appolux u always wow me, now lets talk about Ruel, he is another powerful high priest from another temple certainly not from the black tower and he is doing all he can to frustrate the plans of the nephis priest in the other hand those herdsmen were already there waiting for jazeer remember earlier on priest mabizar meet a herdsman who happen to be his long time servicing servant worship him and the lunatic of a magician help Dem made their work easy by lighting that fire so the herdsmen had a clue that jazreel was around

Lol good assessments... Well I will say nothing, just allow the story to unfold