Re: 54 - Stormbringer
The first of the wagons moves out into the open, moving forward across the Killing Ground, and the weapons of the fortress swing towards that area. Attacks have always come in the vicinity of the caravans. They act as bait, of a sort, though the merchants, drivers, and passengers would probably be horrified to hear themselves described thus.
The majority of the airborne ormvråkar, and the large eagle, are circling there now, above the western road.
Higher still, the wind is gathering force, and clouds are hurtling across heavens, moving from east to west. With each passing minute, the sky grows darker.
By the time the sixth wagon is into the open, and the first is almost a quarter of the way to the gate, Aaron has reached the lower part of the mews, and is arguing with two of the grooms, "No, we can't let yer take one of 'em. They's vital ter the defendin' o' the city, an' we don't let just anybody take one out fer a spin. Yer shou'n' even be 'ere, mate." His colleague keeps pulling at his sleeve, and the speaker gives him an irritated glance, before turning back to Aaron, "Now get out, 'fore I calls... What? What the bloody 'ell is it?" The question is directed at the annoying sleeve-tugger, but it is somebody else who answers, a incredibly old-looking, one-eyed man, dressed in plain, dark robes, who is barely visible in the pools of shadow which lay well away from the external doors.
"It is the Lord Ferenc. If this man wants one of the birds, give him one. Surely we can spare at least one, or else why do we pay you so much money to see to the breeding of them?"
"Yes, my Lord.", and then he beckons to Aaron, "This way... Sir. Jess, run 'head an' get one of 'em ready."
Ferenc fades back into the darkness, with one last, baleful glare at the open sky-doors, muttering, "It is done. Now we will see."
Between the high pinnacles of the city, and the lowest of the clouds, Berd and Roman hang... each is keeping watch in his own way.
Aaron is led into another chamber, where the great birds sit, their yellow eyes filled with madness and malice. "There, that'n. Spite, 'er name is. Don't get too close ter 'er beak, else yer'll lose a bloody 'and."
The tenth wagon emerges from the trees... almost a quarter of the caravan exposed now, and still no attack. Trista sits with the nervous travellers, many of whom seem scared of the ormvråckar, perhaps not realising that the great birds, wheeling overhead, beneath the gathering storm clouds, are there to protect them.
Chance and Morgan both move down, through the city, seeking Dorian and the place where he will attempt to trap Cyan. Morgan is accompanied by the panthers, as they wait for Dorian to decide which of the four gates he will use for a containment area.
James, Luke, and Dorian, accompanied by Tahirah, move away from the Sanctuary Inn, through the Trade Ward, towards one of the gates. Most of the locals seem to be moving in the opposite direction, towards the great cathedral at the very foundation of the city.
As they move, there is a sudden flow of shadow from a nearby ramp to the stables, and Devlin is running with them, still in wolf form.
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