Tag: Breaking Formation

  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 71

    This was the crack of dawn and brought the promises of a beautiful day considering the cloudless sky. Still, that meant the world would still be asleep for a while yet. He suspected his father would send guards into those tunnels in a couple of hours. Around noon they would return empty-handed to the Comte. Fear of his wrath would ensure they were thorough in their search.

    Assuming they missed the grate he tampered with, the guards would begin an extensive search of the Keep and grounds. While his ability to travel distances at night was limited at night on foot, and no one would suspect he had Enfers with him. That meant he was at least a half-a-day ahead of his potential pursuers… That doesn’t answer my question.

    A wooded area with a creek and mountains in the distance. A horse with saddle drinking at the creek. Early morning, with the sun low in the horizon, and no clouds. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 70

    After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Marc took in the view of where he was. Trees, shrubs, mountains, and a creek were the only details that popped out. It was not all that different from the terrain near the Keep. Still, it was not familiar to him.

    When he looked over the horse’s flank, he spotted what appeared to be a well-travelled road. That implied this was an established trade route. I just need to make sure that I don’t go the wrong way and end up in my father’s tender gasp

    The wind picked up as the sun peeked over the mountains. He shivered from the cold, but Enfers did not appear concerned. His horse was too busy drinking water directly from the source. He must be exhausted.

    A wooded area with a creek crossing the terrain, mountains in the distance, and a dusty road is also visible A horse with saddle is drinking from the water. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 69

    Marc awoke when his Enfers came to a stop. Once all that adrenaline tapered off, the warmth of the horse and rhythmic footsteps put him to sleep. 

    There was drool on Enfers’ mane, while Marc’s cheeks reddened at the thought of someone seeing him, he remembered there were other priorities. Where am I?

    That was the first pertinent question of the day. As was the custom, one that did not come with an answer. Nor anyone to tell me

    Picture of a dusty road with some sort of castle in the distance. Horsemen are using the path located in a wooden area.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 68

    Upon closer inspection, the distance between rungs appeared to be the same. However, they varied in depth. He squeezed his head through, followed by one arm and then the other. However, as he shifted he slipped down and wedged himself between the bars.

    Given the slippery rocks beneath his legs, Marc could not pop himself out of his position and pass though. He was tempted to call out, but something brushed up against his cheek. 

    His hand grabbed onto something leathery. This was his horse from earlier today, the one who must have wandered back to see on his own. Since the main gates were closed, it remained chose to spend the night near the water. 

    “Good boy, Enfers,” Marc said and made a clicking sound.

    Horse standing besides a wall with a grate in its side to allow a stream to run through. Scene is at night. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 67

    Marc placed his boots against the handle for leverage while holding onto the outer bars. Despite his legs doing most of the work, he knew this would strain his arms and shoulder, but he was out of options. 

    He pushed hard against the poker. The force applied worked as a lever and pushed out the middle bar, while pulling in the one adjacent. The pain was intense, so much so that his eyes were blurred with tears. Still, he pushed on until the handle went flat with the bars. 

    “I need more to play with,” Marc said. 

    He repeated this process two more times, above and below the original bend point. The last time he did so, he could not immediately bring himself to go through with it. However, after taking several hard breaths, he fought through the pain until the poker snapped in half. 

    Picture of teenage boy inside a dark tunnel with water at the bottom. Trying to bend the vertical metal bars with a fireplace poker. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 66

    He reached the grate that led beyond the outside wall after about ten minutes. As a child the distances had been so vast, that exploring took the better part of a day. I think my imagination did much to add to the experience.

    Like the grates above, the iron bars were too close together for him to squeeze through. While a diminutive seven-year-old could slip in and out, his MAGE-year-old self had no chance. However, he needed only a couple of inches to get his head through and with some luck the rest of him would squeeze through.

    “That’s why he left the poker for me to find,” Marc said.

    Picture of teenage boy inside a tunnel with water, looking through a grate to the outside world. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 65

    Eventually he went under one of the bright sources. As judged by the odour of wood smoke, and cooked meat, he concluded this was the kitchen.

    Marc slammed headfirst into a solid object. Before he let out a scream, he covered his mouth to muffle the sound, even as something viscous and hot ran over his fingers. That really hurt!

    When the bleeding subsided, Marc prodded his nose, and while sensitive guessed it was not broken. He clenched his jaw in frustration, and probed the shadows ahead. He found the offending object, a solid steel rod.

    Marc grabbed it, realising that it moved without resistance and pulled it out of the water. The object had a smooth shaft, originate handle, and something resembling a fleur-de-lis at the other end. A fireplace poker? Not something you’d expect to find down here. Unless

    Picture of a fireplace poker, steel, black, with an intricate handle. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 64

    With that problem out of the way, Marc did an all around search. He half expected to see nothing but darkness, unable to move and left to rot down here until someone took pity on him. Instead, there were traces of light, from the candles, torches and fires in the rooms above the grates.

    “I can work with that,” Marc said, ignoring the gooseflesh covering his skin.

    Even with some light, Marc did more stumbling than progress. Eventually he gave up on walking on his two feet. Instead he crawled on his hands and knees. It was slower, but avoided falls, which might alert the guards of his presence.

    With that problem out of the way, Marc did an all around search. He half expected to see nothing but darkness, unable to move and left to rot down here until someone took pity on him. Instead, there were traces of light, from the candles, torches and fires in the rooms above the grates. 

“I can work with that,” Marc said, ignoring the gooseflesh covering his skin.

Even with some light, Marc did more stumbling than progress. Eventually he gave up on walking on his two feet. Instead he crawled on his hands and knees. It was slower, but avoided falls, which might alert the guards of his presence. 
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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 63

    One thing he neglected to consider was the ambient lighting under the Keep. He once made his way to the well as a young explorer and realised that the opening appeared more like a starfield than the sun. The moonlight doesn’t reach at all

    He struggled to get onto his feet, with one shoulder visibly lower than the other. He once observed Bertrand take care of a dislocated shoulder under a similar condition. Prior to doing so, his jaw muscles bulged and counted down to three before driving his hard arm into the wall. 

    The flash of pain left him blinded, and it continued to throb even after he regained some range of motion. Still, this was an improvement considering the situation. 

    Teenage boy looking up from inside of a deep well, barely any light filters down. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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  • Man of War – Excerpt No. 62

    “Halt!” someone bellowed.

    Committed to this course of action, Marc leapt over the side of the well. He grabbed the rope that led to the bucket and let gravity do the rest. Without thought he held his breath as he plunged into the depths. 

    Just above, the sound of the whirring faded until it stopped entirely. The rope went taught and Marc yelled in pain as the impact dislocated his left shoulder forcing him to let go. The scream was soon muffled as water enveloped him. 

    Pain focused Marc, but pulling himself onto the wet rocks surrounding the wall proved a challenge with one arm. Still, he managed, and as adrenaline waned, exhaustion settled in.

    Teenage boy with a dislocated shoulder pulling himself out of the water in a dark tunnel. Clothes and background appropriate for 16th century France.

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