Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
Nitilla of Hassa surveyed the lands that had just fallen to the mighty horseman and superior weapons of the Hassanite Army. He was all that was left a favoured son of the Emperor of Hassa, and the one who was honoured to lead the expedition to the Southlands. So far the richness of the land had surprised him, unlike the frigid northern homes of the Hassa, the expeditionary party saw nothing but wealth and abundence. Indeed these were the holy lands as spoken to Hassanites by the Elders in the tales of tradition.
Nitilia reached the brook of a grassy knoll. Below him in the forrest about half a mile off was the smoke rising from a campfire. He took his men closer and there was a patrol of about 50 men from the nearby Duchy. He crept around his men encircling their prey and as the moment had come a withering hail of arrowfire escaped from the forrest halving the number of Southlanders to contend with. Nilitla rushed in. Before in an instant, it was over. The Hassanites continued their march south.
Nitilia reached the brook of a grassy knoll. Below him in the forrest about half a mile off was the smoke rising from a campfire. He took his men closer and there was a patrol of about 50 men from the nearby Duchy. He crept around his men encircling their prey and as the moment had come a withering hail of arrowfire escaped from the forrest halving the number of Southlanders to contend with. Nilitla rushed in. Before in an instant, it was over. The Hassanites continued their march south.
