It was at the eastern edge of the Falwood. Amidst a field of lordly conflict. The blood spilled drank in by the soil, and the ancient trees bore witness.
Corpses laid strewn about. Crushed under foot. Left to drown in the mud. Armor had failed. Plate began to rust. Fine steel turned to pockmarked waste. Turned to rubbish.
One half of one man hung from a tree. His legs hung from another. Dangled in the air.
A round thing. A man and a half tall. Broad as a wagon. Its metal shell was bloated and jagged. It lingered there amidst the fresh ruin as fallen standard snapped in the wind. A glaive in its hand, its saw teeth formed from the broken blades of the fallen. A black mist, like sand turned to dust cloud, swirled about the metal thing, as the plates, hammers, and blades of the dead turned to new mass.
Holes where wizard's fire had slagged through slowly reformed. They were mended as iron sand poured across the point of failure. It stayed still. As blood dripped from the teeth of its cruel tool. The Iron Revenant stood before the smoldering corpse of the wizard, whose hand, charred to ash and cinders, still clutched toward its target. The last grains of sand fell into place, and the Revenant went on. West. Toward the Falwood.
So came the wisdom of the woods. Bright across the moonglow of Gladfrond's eyes.
Corpses laid strewn about. Crushed under foot. Left to drown in the mud. Armor had failed. Plate began to rust. Fine steel turned to pockmarked waste. Turned to rubbish.
One half of one man hung from a tree. His legs hung from another. Dangled in the air.
A round thing. A man and a half tall. Broad as a wagon. Its metal shell was bloated and jagged. It lingered there amidst the fresh ruin as fallen standard snapped in the wind. A glaive in its hand, its saw teeth formed from the broken blades of the fallen. A black mist, like sand turned to dust cloud, swirled about the metal thing, as the plates, hammers, and blades of the dead turned to new mass.
Holes where wizard's fire had slagged through slowly reformed. They were mended as iron sand poured across the point of failure. It stayed still. As blood dripped from the teeth of its cruel tool. The Iron Revenant stood before the smoldering corpse of the wizard, whose hand, charred to ash and cinders, still clutched toward its target. The last grains of sand fell into place, and the Revenant went on. West. Toward the Falwood.
So came the wisdom of the woods. Bright across the moonglow of Gladfrond's eyes.
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