The chosen
I would never have believed it, had I not seen it with my own eyes. The spectacle was a mad absurdity even for that ragtag bunch known as the “Blood of the Sand.” I should start by saying, their reputation for fearlessness is well-earned. As is their...
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I would never have believed it, had I not seen it with my own eyes. The spectacle was a mad absurdity even for that ragtag bunch known as the “Blood of the Sand.” I should start by saying, their reputation for fearlessness is well-earned. As is their penchant for mad, displays of said courage, bordering on the suicidal.
They were five that day. Each stripped off the blood-red regalia that marked the tribe, and took a seat atop a shield of one he had felled in battle. The ritual masters sat at the base of the cliffs, each beating a great drum, it’s base dug deep into the earth. The rest of their number crashed their weapons together in time with the percussion, adding to the din. They shouted “Shah Neshen!”
After a time, the earth began to shake. I could feel it in my very bones. And that is when I saw it… the great wave on the horizon. Something was coming.