“NEARLY A QUARTER-LEAGUE ABOVE the icy earth that his army of Borathein marched upon with discipline and anticipation, Shilkath sat perched upon his Alysaar. He swept back and forth in the air across the formation of the Alysaar battery. The winged creatures each carried two Borathein warriors, one who was the rider and steered the beast, the other a warrior who searched for earthbound prey to strike down with arrow or blade. Altogether, each Alysaar unit presented three Borathein soldiers, incl...uding the Alysaar itself. Long talons of petrified bone protruded from hind legs salient enough to pierce the prevalent ice and stone of the north that so often made a natural perch. Formations of thorny spikes were manifested around the maw of the Alysaar that a man would liken to a beard, particularly a Borathein. Shilkath’s beard, heavily laden with the evidences of his triumphs, swayed and jangled its percussive song in the cold wind as he dove, ascended and dove again, shouting out orders in guttural blasts of speech.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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