Post by Arlyan on Sept 18, 2009 14:17:36 GMT -5
Mist rolled across the night air, a strange sight in the barren desert. The tents of the Kal’rek, a smaller nomadic tribe, faded from view as the mist thickened to fog. Campfires and watch fires alike extinguished, causing a murmur of anxiety from those on the night watch. Kirrath smiled and motioned his men into position, forming a rough half-circle around the encampment. Their dark clothes matched their hair and eyes in nearly all cases. Kirrath trained his eyes on one of the younger members of the group. His blonde hair and startling blue eyes branded him as an outsider, but Kirrath’s tribe, Mal’trahn, had raised him as one of their own. The boy’s strange powers proved extraordinarily beneficial to the tribe, and the Mal’trahn had gained considerable power and wealth over the past ten years.
The boy’s blue eyes were narrowed, fiercely concentrating on producing the fog that gave the fighting group cover to advance. On signal, the group incapacitated their assigned guards, and silently moved about the camp, gathering supplies and food.
The tribes of the northern desert shared one code: If you could take it, it was yours. This harsh tradition discouraged many a merchant from attempting to trade in the dry lands, keeping the inhabitants of the northern deserts rather secluded.
The warriors of Mal’trahn had gathered all the supplies they could reasonably carry, and moved away from the Kal’rek camp. Kirrath slapped Spencer on the back. “Excellent work boy! Not one drop of blood spilt. If we keep this up, I’ll forget how to fight!”
Spencer’s mouth twisted into a grin. “If only I could say the same, with the hours of training in the sun you put us through.”
Kirrath let out a booming laugh, despite their proximity to the Kal’rek camp. “Ah, Spencer, if you weren’t so invaluable, I’d have you preparing foods with the women. Your magic is improving! I could scarcely see my own feet tonight!”
Spencer nodded his appreciation. His magic. He didn’t understand it, and it had been a source of uncertainty for the tribe. They knew he could heal quickly, they discovered that much after finding him half-dead in the sands
