The Captain

The moonless night glittered with a splendor of stars as only a celestial miracle can. The darkness of the night gave the place an eerie stillness. a feeling of impending doom. A feeling of death as the winds slowly caressed the small trees and the bushes, their leaves rustling in that winter like chill.
as the clouds covered a notch more of the sky the guards relaxed a little more and got even more lost in their rum and Kaef. the effervescence of the kaef was spread all over the camp and the drunk soldiers swayed in the grasp of the strange magic.

It's scent slowly spread over the whole area as the wind carried it along in its open arms. It's smell caused the trees to wilt and the birds to flutter. the smell soon spread to a small cluster of trees to the southern end of the camp. Something stirred in those trees as the smell came closer.
A command was given and half the soldiers in hiding went to the other side of the camp, slowly crawling on their bellies. these were mostly archers.

The others stood in their place and looked at the creatures in the near distance. Almost all of them looked drunk. They rarely encountered a group of such strength so far from the Ansh-Bhram, the home of the fire-bred.The Tarkein were almost two hundred in number and the soldiers of Blez were outnumbered two is to one. but they had the element of surprise and preparedness. the Tarkein were mostly asleep ,too drunk to fight or both.

the captain of the guards stood close to a dark willow that smelled of rotting. The archers on the far side set themselves up in position and waited for the signal. the moonless night gave them an advantage they would use to the fullest. the spearmen crept close to them finally sitting crouched right in front of them, forming a guarding circle. The wind slowed down for sometime.The attack was ready to be launched, all they needed was the signal from the captain.

And he gave it.

Suddenly thirty archers let loose their arrows into the stillness of the night and as quick as possible reloaded new arrows onto their crossbows. their arrows fell on sleeping Tarkein and those awake. Almost every Tarkein who had been standing was shot down. Those asleep quickly woke up on hearing the cries of the others. but the second rain of arrows caught them right where they were. those who survived got up and drew arms. their cuthroat and axes ready to slice. the night was no problem for them. They could see better than most humans in the dark. the whole camp rushed to the north from where the arrows kept raining, saving themselves with their long metal shields.

They charged towards the archers like a clan of wolves, hollering murderous cries in the cold dark night. the power of their charge shaking the earth and the trees together into a frenzy. their shining red eyes baying for blood and murder. The tarkein were monsters and they would prove it again.

The cry of the Tarkein was only poerced by the shout of the sword and spar bearing captains guards on the southern end of the camp who had so far remained still. they hurled spear into the backs of the surprised and yet again shocke tarkein as the spearmen with the archers kept them at bay from the archers who still flew an arrow into every gap they could manage.

Soon the fight was over. A majestic victory for the Captain who took the head of his enemy captain as his trophy back to his camp further south. He had heard aobut this tarkein cam in he evening and before daybreak it was his. He was satisfied with his small skirmish. This would Zaran not to send his men too far in to his realm. The captain had his men pile up the bodies in one big stack and had them burned along with all of their Kaef. That evil yellow he was scared so of.

and while he basked in self-glory a man watched from a distance as his plan fell into place.