10-01-2015, 08:14 PM
He closed his scarlet eyes and tilted his head back. The wind caressed his exposed skin and fluttered through the fabric of his clothes. He took another deep breath and relaxed while he exhaled, taking stock of his new surroundings.
Lush, green grass waved toward him as the wind wound through it. The trees hedged a circling line around the prison, all shivering in the night air. Their boughs and branches rocked back and forth, leaves dancing in the dim light of the orange glare of the blood moon.
Shouts, bangs and thuds along with the clashing of steel sounded mutely through the barred windows of the big stone-brick building. Reinforcements would be coming soon, but this place would be in blazes by then and his plans had already been set in motion.
The wizard disappeared through the trees and into the darkness.
- - - - -
Magus trudged through the woods for two nights under the light of the moon, resting in the day time to avoid being spotted by troops who were no doubt searching for escaped prisoners such as him. Being on the lam was rather easy, however, when one could literally summon a simple shelter and a hot meal every day. He lived fairly comfortable for a man skulking in the woods, and by the next sunrise he was confident enough that the guards had lost him that he took to the main road – disguised in simple traveller’s robes, of course.
Magus made his way into a small village as the sun had hardly crept above the squattest of the village’s buildings. Things were quiet, but even in the early twilight before dawn, people had begun their days and the wizard could hear the first signs of a village awakening; people were talking, carts were trundling through dirt paths, and a distant clanging of metal against anvil rang out from some far corner of the place.
He confidently strode into the town square at the heart of the tiny village to get a bead on the place. None of the shops had yet opened and the stalls stood empty, but one of the flyers on a nearby notice board caught his attention.
PRIME TOURNAMENT AT THE COLOSSEUM
Are you the strongest Prime in Camelot?
For just a short time only, test your mettle against the mightiest warriors Camelot has to offer! Master swordsmen, arcane spellcasters and all manner of strange and wonderful combatants come together to duel for their chance to be number one.
Fame and fortune await the winner; death and dishonor await the losers.
Magus ripped the parchment from the noticeboard and studied it a while longer. The prisoners he hoped to lead against Lud would respect his leadership more if word of his abilities spread throughout Camelot.
Maybe.
He neatly folded the parchment in half and then in half again, before tucking it away in a pocket. Before going to any Colosseum, he’d first set about getting a lay of the land since his escape. It would be good to know if he was being sought after specifically.
Lush, green grass waved toward him as the wind wound through it. The trees hedged a circling line around the prison, all shivering in the night air. Their boughs and branches rocked back and forth, leaves dancing in the dim light of the orange glare of the blood moon.
Shouts, bangs and thuds along with the clashing of steel sounded mutely through the barred windows of the big stone-brick building. Reinforcements would be coming soon, but this place would be in blazes by then and his plans had already been set in motion.
The wizard disappeared through the trees and into the darkness.
- - - - -
Magus trudged through the woods for two nights under the light of the moon, resting in the day time to avoid being spotted by troops who were no doubt searching for escaped prisoners such as him. Being on the lam was rather easy, however, when one could literally summon a simple shelter and a hot meal every day. He lived fairly comfortable for a man skulking in the woods, and by the next sunrise he was confident enough that the guards had lost him that he took to the main road – disguised in simple traveller’s robes, of course.
Magus made his way into a small village as the sun had hardly crept above the squattest of the village’s buildings. Things were quiet, but even in the early twilight before dawn, people had begun their days and the wizard could hear the first signs of a village awakening; people were talking, carts were trundling through dirt paths, and a distant clanging of metal against anvil rang out from some far corner of the place.
He confidently strode into the town square at the heart of the tiny village to get a bead on the place. None of the shops had yet opened and the stalls stood empty, but one of the flyers on a nearby notice board caught his attention.
PRIME TOURNAMENT AT THE COLOSSEUM
Are you the strongest Prime in Camelot?
For just a short time only, test your mettle against the mightiest warriors Camelot has to offer! Master swordsmen, arcane spellcasters and all manner of strange and wonderful combatants come together to duel for their chance to be number one.
Fame and fortune await the winner; death and dishonor await the losers.
Magus ripped the parchment from the noticeboard and studied it a while longer. The prisoners he hoped to lead against Lud would respect his leadership more if word of his abilities spread throughout Camelot.
Maybe.
He neatly folded the parchment in half and then in half again, before tucking it away in a pocket. Before going to any Colosseum, he’d first set about getting a lay of the land since his escape. It would be good to know if he was being sought after specifically.
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