Heroes

Amyus Bale

The sun boils in the well mouth of our cave, bright amidst the overhanging boughs, and I sing.

I sing We are the twisted ones, the fallen ones. I sing We are the guardsmen in the halls, the stormtroopers we. I sing We are the weeds upon the fields, and the wolves starving in the forest. I sing We are the goblins, we are the orcs, the kobolds and the easterlings.

Thus I sing to the young ones.

But hush now, for I hear walkers on the narrow path. Travellers, perhaps; perhaps, adventurers.

And here comes Second, her face sharp and angry. She tells me we must take to the trees, spy out these interlopers.

I am First - the decision is mine.

To the trees.

Remain by the fires.

Steve Jackson's Sorcery!

80 Days

Heroes

Amyus Bale