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Author Name: FreeThunder Wolf 5 Comments
Date Added: September 23, 2004 13:09:48 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Zar the Mercenary (part two)
It has been almost three days since the caravan he was guarding was attacked while passing through this dark and foreboding forest. A fat lazy merchant named Roland had approached Zar and hired him and his men to guide his caravan of goods through the Klarnath Woods. Zar had tried to warn the rich merchant not to try passing through the Klarnath Woods. There were just too many tales about travelers and entire caravans entering its dark wood and never returning. But like most merchants the fat fool wouldn't listen. All that mattered to him was the extra coin he would make when his goods arrived in Zilpur two weeks ahead of the other merchants. Zar had argued with the man for hours trying to get him to follow the trade road that skirted the Klarnath Woods, but he refused to listen. So it was with much trepidation that Zar and his band of mercenaries led the caravan into the gloomy forest. There were no roads through the Klarnath Woods but if they could just head east and be able to keep going east they should exit the woods near Zilpur. Roland disgusted Zar, he just sat atop his fancy wagon and told others what to do. The man was so lazy that when they stopped for meals he had servants to get his entire meal for him. The only effort that Roland put out was to lift the utensils to eat, and while everyone else in the caravan slept on the ground Roland slept in his fancy wagon.

It was on the third day in the woods that the lead rider called back to Zar that they were nearing a clearing. Zar rode forward to the edge of the clearing to check it out. It was a rather large clearing, easily big enough for the entire caravan to stop and spend time under the open sky. Zar sat examining the clearing the tree line around the clearing. He had a bad feeling about this place. Roland rode up next to Zar and told him he wanted to set up camp in the clearing. Zar tried to talk him out of it but Roland insisted that he sleep under the stars tonight. He was tired of not seeing the sun, moon and stars while they traveled in the woods. Reluctantly Zar conceded and gave the order to enter the clearing. The sun was so bright that everyone had a hand up to the eyes shading them from the bright sun. It was amazing how sensitive to light you got after three days of riding in near darkness. Zar had to admit that the warmth of the sun on his skin felt great, but he still could not shake the feeling that something was wrong. There were no birds chirping or insects making their songs. Zar flashed a quick hand gesture to his men telling them to remain alert for danger. That was when all hell broke loose.....
Author's Notes:
Here is part two of Zar's story. I hope everyone enjoys it.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeJ on July 31, 2005 02:02:55 PM Report
Again, you keep me reading.
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on September 29, 2004 02:52:42 PM Report
Fine cliff hanger,at the end,again..You're a natural,bud Camping in the open wasn't the swiftest of moves,was it:O)
I like the epic feel to this.
If I might offer a suggestion.You might want to refer to Zar as "The mercenary" or "Warrior" or something like that,once in a while.When a name gets repeated too much,it starts to wear on the reader...Nice stuff,Richard
Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on September 23, 2004 10:48:33 PM Report
Hey babe, this is wonderful. Keep it going and one day you will have a book. This is so cool. Jody, did you unlock the hidden talents in Richard? well what ever woks. I knew that you could write and probably better that I.
Love ya, Gentle Dove
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 23, 2004 02:19:01 PM Report
Oh, now GREAT~!!! There they sit as sittin' ducks in that clearing~! Whoa~!
I can see mayhem over the horizon~! Keep going, Richard, you are letting us see a spectacular tale~!
Margaret...the old bag lady, steerin' clear of Klarnath Woods...
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on September 23, 2004 02:03:13 PM Report
Oh this had me captive from beginning to end. I love how you built up the suspense, so smoothly and consistently. The curiosity will be torment now Richard...argh!!

Great stuff!

~Barbara~ *waiting for more*




 


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