The Battle

At dawn, Camp Inja's Warriors Attacked.

A horde of Red-Garbed Hunters wielding Tomahawks charged ahead of the rest of the army, shrieking with the insanity of the possessed. Behind them, Ballistas were being placed for fire, and catapults were being pushed forward, ready for battle. Club wielding Warriors marched to the left of the main army, while lithe hunters Wielding Sickles took the right. The main force wielded twin katanas.

The Quarterstaff wielding hunters were easily killed, and in their blind rage they began killing each other, and, when the insane Blight-Elves finished each other, the warriors of Jonak were quick to create a wall of corpses from the carnage.

(To be continued…)

Preparations

That evening the camp had changed from a peaceful quiet, with only a few children playing outside, into a flurry of activity.

Children were shaping axe heads, Boys were sparring with cestuses, Girls testing their flails. A group of young hunters were sharpening their daggers, while some others tested their maces on boulders. Some Mothers were showing their children how to use the sickle-sword, and the camps warriors were sharpening, and training, with their swords.

Void-Wind was sharpening a falx, made of Elephant Gwertz, a pink, sacred mineral of the Blighted-Ones.

Birch had rebuilt his staff as a spear, and was training with Lux, who used a trident.

At nightfall the Camp set guards and tried to sleep, though many instead waited impatiently for morning, and war.

The trouble with Injas

The next day, Birch saw the Blighted-One in red garb again. He had returned to the town, which Birch had identified as "Camp Jonak", to speak with the camps leader, in a public meeting.

The Leader, a skilled fighter and hunter, as well as the camps protector, was the Blighted-One which Birch had seen briefly the day before, in front of the hut Birch had slept in. One of his warriors, Lux, had dealt with humans quite a few times, and acted as a translator for Birch. The object of the meeting, happened to be Birch.

"I will not take your foolish answer any longer, Void-Wind, The Tri-Tainted will be given to me now, in friendship, or i will take him from you at dawn, in the heat of battle." Said the Red Garbed priest. In response, "Void-Wind" Snarled back "The Human is my guest, his blood will not be used in your rituals! Go! We are not afraid of Inja!" At this, Void-Winds warriors cheered.

Later, Lux, Whom Birch had become friends with, Explained that Inja was a rival tribe that had been stealing from camp Jonak in the the name of the demons which they worshipped. The people of Camp Jonak had been waiting for the day when Camp Inja would finally take a step to far, and today was the day.

The desert war had begun.

Filler

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Camp Jonak

Birch decided to explore the area.

There were sixteen other huts, of the same structure, in the shade of a strange, purple tree, a group of children played, under the watchful gaze of their mothers. One waved at birch.

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Beyond the huts, a group of red tents could be seen a ways away. Birch could see a man clothed in some sort of blood red garb, which covered his entire body, walking towards it, along with a sword-wielding escort.

Camp Jonak

The next night….

"Ung…."

Birch was in a brick hut of some kind. It was apparently one roomed, with no furniture save the leather mat birch lay upon. Outside, a pair of red eyes watched him for a time, and then disappeared.

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The next day Birch awoke to the sound of two men speaking in some dialect of elven.

"No, bauan, you eill not tae iu! E ib uy cuebt! I eill not allow you to sacrifice iu!" Growled one.

The other snarled back "E ib tainted sy te sreat of te triancle! Ib sacrifice eill nrotect ub for centurieb! Te ancient one tirbtb for ib slood!"

The first, having just noticed Birch listening, waved off the second. He was tall, with pure black skin, and pure black hair, his eyes were blood red but did not emanate evil as legend described. His hands and feet were claw like. He smiled, showing the fangs of a predator. he wore no clothing.

He winked at Birch, and then walked off.

Notice!

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Sandstorms

Four days into the desert…

Perhaps i should have asked for food… Well, too late for that… Birch thought as wandered his way deeper in the desert.

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In what seemed like hours, but in truth was merely minutes, Birch found himself in a nasty dust storm.

"Exklotl!" He muttered to himself. He was taking in to much dust. His eyes burned. He began to suffocate, lungs clogged with dust. He stumbled, and fell.

Unconscious, he did not see the creature when it found, and saved him.

Filler

He sits, face in hands, utterly lost. Moan, Moan, Scholar for your enemy has gained the upper hand. In your weakness he has struck you down. Fight, Scholar, for, though you have lost this battle, the struggle is not over.

Writers block. It is a truly distasteful thing, No? Let us hope I win the next battle.