Evening Day 12
The sun sank low in the sky, the few remaining sitting in silence. As the last glimmers of light began to fade, the Shades gathered in close. Suddenly, Frozen in Ice jumped up and hurled his spear, right into the stomach of Kennigit. Kennigit grunted and pulled out a sword, which glowed with a sickly orange light and charged Frozen in Ice. Landlubber, however was still seated and was just standing up when he tripped and fell into the path of Kennigit. Kennigit knocked into the actor and fell forward, the spear snapping as it hit the ground. Ravus_Sol ran over and stabbed his cutlass into Kennigit's back. Kennigit tried to stand up, but, the cutlass had penetrated a vertebra, and he couldn't. Finally, he died.
Gingerly, Frozen in Ice walked over to the corpse and picked up the sword, flipping the corpse over with his toe. The sword had begun to lose its glow, but it was still easily recognizable as the famed Nether Blade. There could be no question:
The remaining members of the town of Sinon were shocked that their great hero had gone bad. Could there be any hope for the town, if Rathus Denmora had turned against them? Regardless, there was an invasion coming, and there was no time left to root out any more threats. The defenses had to be manned.
Two days Later
The Illian and Hippus army marched down out of the pass. They hadn't heard from their agents, and were a little nervous. They came out of the woods and saw only three Sidar standing there.
Auric Ulvin stepped forward. "Is this the best the Sidar nation can put forward to defend itself? I will accept your surrender now."
One of the Sidar from the other side stepped forward and unsheathed a gleaming blade. "I am Rathus Denmora, and your people shall come no further into this country, for it is under my protection."
Auric Ulvin laughed, and replied "So be it. Charge!!!"
He was still laughing when the first of his men hit a mine.. His laugh began to fade, and was gone as his men continued to advance and continued to die. Auric ordered a halt and was about to order his men to make camp, when he heard the sound of a Sidar Marching Song echoing from the mountains behind him. His men broke and ran. Auric, with a small company of his men still in good order, hastily retreated through the pass.
landlubber broke down laughing as soon as Auric was gone, wiping the make-up off his face. "Frozen in Ice, I can't say I've ever played a more enjoyable role."
"Thank you, landlubber, but it couldn't have worked without Remake's singing."
There was a loud explosion, far out in the mountains.
"And that was probably Nictel, exploding the pass, and insuring we will never be bothered again."
And together, the three men returned to the town, with the shades not far behind.
Remake was content as a shade. He had seen his land preserved from all the corrupting influences of foreigners.
landlubber soon moved on. It had been an exciting gig, and he'd saved lives with his acting, even if he never too a life.
Nictel soon left too, headed for the capital. His dream of becoming a blacksmith never would be. He had a successful career as a demolitions consultant, but the joys of hammer and anvil never would be his.
The jailer stayed, but was never really able to relax, with a bitter shaded judge always singing in his ear.
And Frozen in Ice, Ranger of Sidar? He stands guard to this day, spear in hand, guard over both the border and the cursed Nether Blade, which lies in a vault deep in the woods, waiting, waiting.
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