The frost was beginning to form on the rim of the hole and creep across the floor. Somos took a few steps back pushing the “haedian” (as Troall introduced them as) back. The others did the same. Even if they didn’t understand the threat, they felt the urgency to stay away. They saw what had happened to the haedians of the other clan. Their bodies frosted over, eyes and bodies took on a blue hue. That wasn’t normal.
“Well, I’d say we did a terrific job wouldn’t you say?” Somos grinned though it was more of a grimace.
“I don’t quite care what happens to the other clans,” Troall started, still watching the zombified haedians march in unison. “But this? They’ll think we did this.”
Technically, you did. Somos thought. He had half a mind to keep his mouth shut.
“You said you’d stop this. How?”
“Hit him in the head.” Somos said plainly, then shrugged when Troall and the other haedians gave him an incredulous look. “It worked the first time.”
“Its a simple plan at the very least.”
It was only then that they realized roar of the wind had died down and the blizzard had moved on. The frost and snow still persisted. Troall dropped down into the first cavern. Somos and the other haedians followed after.
“It’s heading towards the next clan. Things are already tense between us and The Brutes. This will only make our lives harder than it already is!”
Somos did notice the difference between The Forgotten haedians and The Brutes. Where The Brutes looked well fed and muscled, The Forgotten were disheveled, skinny and had a desperate hungry look in their eyes. Yet he felt no remorse for them. It seemed like Troall blamed him for what happened. Well, he wasn’t the one who started the storm and even if he did, he did the job, didn’t he?
Troall sent the rest of the haedians back to home base with their equipment then addressed him. “The Brutes aren’t far from here. We’ll want to get ahead of the storm, yes?”
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The frost was beginning to form on the rim of the hole and creep across the floor. Somos took a few steps back pushing the “haedian” (as Troall introduced them as) back. The others did the same. Even if they didn’t understand the threat, they felt the urgency to stay away. They saw what had happened to the haedians of the other clan. Their bodies frosted over, eyes and bodies took on a blue hue. That wasn’t normal.
“Well, I’d say we did a terrific job wouldn’t you say?” Somos grinned though it was more of a grimace.
“I don’t quite care what happens to the other clans,” Troall started, still watching the zombified haedians march in unison. “But this? They’ll think we did this.”
Technically, you did. Somos thought. He had half a mind to keep his mouth shut.
“You said you’d stop this. How?”
“Hit him in the head.” Somos said plainly, then shrugged when Troall and the other haedians gave him an incredulous look. “It worked the first time.”
“Its a simple plan at the very least.”
It was only then that they realized roar of the wind had died down and the blizzard had moved on. The frost and snow still persisted. Troall dropped down into the first cavern. Somos and the other haedians followed after.
“It’s heading towards the next clan. Things are already tense between us and The Brutes. This will only make our lives harder than it already is!”
Somos did notice the difference between The Forgotten haedians and The Brutes. Where The Brutes looked well fed and muscled, The Forgotten were disheveled, skinny and had a desperate hungry look in their eyes. Yet he felt no remorse for them. It seemed like Troall blamed him for what happened. Well, he wasn’t the one who started the storm and even if he did, he did the job, didn’t he?
Troall sent the rest of the haedians back to home base with their equipment then addressed him. “The Brutes aren’t far from here. We’ll want to get ahead of the storm, yes?”
Somos nodded.
“Then follow me. I won’t slow down for you.”
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