Blood and Fire

Blood and fire smoke screaming and death. The village burns we have razed it. Brutes screaming fire fire FIRE the thatch is smoke it blazes we are the chaos that burns. Glints of intention glints of blades glints of malice it burns.

We went to Jerkserah-she-devil-the-deceiver who is she what does she know WHAT DOES SHE WANT. She-of-the-knives-she-of-the-cunning does not tip her hand plays plays the show takes the stage.  A contract a deal an Inox raiding group harassment her caravans lost she wants them gone. Dagger Forest with a cloak the knife the point the cutting edge we shall amputate their intentions we shall uncover hers we shall not be deceived.

A clearing cabins a cave smoke rising it is almost idyllic HUNGER IS LOOSE HE RAGES INTO THEIR MIDST AN AVALANCHE OF FUR FURY BLOOD DEATH. Battle-cries of the Inox wind-cries of the arrows whistling of the axes curdling screams of death a torch a torch is fallen in a cabin the smoke slowly rising billowing the flames the hunger of a bear all is consumed THE FIRE WILL FEAST.

A cave an entrance an uncanny quiet why is there no yelling of warriors. It is children hidden. I care not the young eat as tender as any other AN ARROW THE STONE BESIDE MY HEAD. She-of-the-knives wants to cease fighting AN ARROW BESIDE HER HEAD the roar of a charging Inox WE CANNOT RETREAT we fight blood gushing ARE THE SCREAMS THE CHILDREN OR THEIR FATHERS. She-of-knives anger always controlled eyes ever aglint ever purposed rage deadly intent now her eyes do not glint no glint no glint gleam of water SHE CANNOT STOP FIGHTING, we retreat among the flames still loosing our bows the smoke can cover our retreat their village is but an ember.

She-devil-murder-by-proxy COWARD. Careless callus that breathes that commands why are we commanded domination is our right I AM IMPETUS. Blood-money clinking careless on the table laughter less careless than it should be IF SHE WERE NOT SO WELL GUARDED I WOULD EAT HER FACE IN THIS TAVERN.

A dark alley small voice wzzztt click brrrttt sigh. A Quatryl garb of a city guard diminutive flesh shell of whirring metal wzzzttt click brrrrtt sigh, sigh. A machination with machinations action against Jerkserah she-devil-the-deceiver-who-plots. Plots, plots spins a web for control a merchant with machinations MACHINATIONS she-who-wants-Gloomhaven-for-her-own. A web a woven a folly a trap a spider catches no flys if we burn its feeble house to the ground. We agree she will burn SHE WILL BLEED ambush at the docks.  

I shall not be commanded I shall not be deceived I AM IMPETEUS we go to the warehouse of the deceiver. The she-devil shall know my name ALL SHALL KNOW MY NAME we shall feast on this fraud. I AM IMPETUS.