Wheel of Time MUD

Chapter Twenty-Four: Eternal Sunshine They spent only one week in the Ways, a week that was the first respite that the Band of Red Hand had for a long time. With Airene guiding them, riding far in front to decipher the Ogier scripts on each guidestone, the journey was quick. Cathon often took to ri...

Chapter Twenty-Three: Walking Oblivion "Burn it down. All of it." Arcanum barked to the engineer, "I'd rather die before I let the Trollocs claim them as their own." "Aye sir." The engineer saluted and raised a hand up in signal. Arcanum gazed up at the Three Idylls, now stripped and barren but of ...

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Butcher's Bill Stef Reimos groaned, feeling a dull pain echo deep within his head. He blinked against the sharp lines stabbing into his eyes, but could not find a clear vision. He tried to sit up, but found that his left arm did not seem to want to respond. Nausea racked his...

Chapter Twenty-One: Judgment Siege "FORWARD!" Cathon called, his sword flashing red against the throat of a surprised Trolloc. The beast pitched backward, trampled under Cathon's black steed. The soldiers had hit a line of solid resistance, but with enough hammering the Band would soon smash throug...

Chapter Twenty: Honor, Valor, and Liberty Diest Arcanum shielded his eyes with a hand, and called up towards the top of the siege trebuchet, "How's she holding up?" "The hoists had been reinforced, General," Captain Nosi replied as he eased off the ladder that crept up the tall side of Honor , "I t...

Chapter Nineteen: The Fog of Dreams The shadows stalked Stef Reimos. Wherever he turned, he could see a blur of motion at the edge of his eyes. But, when he turned to look, he only saw murky mist. The shadows taunted him with shrieking voices with words almost recognizable but alien in meanings. Fi...

Chapter Eighteen: Caldazar's Gifts Lawe Cathon breathed in and felt the old chest wound throb with a dull pain, the result of the recent activity. He was not a young man anymore, and close-quarter battle was a laborious exercise. He was too proud of a man to acknowledge this fact though, and instea...

Chapter Seventeen: Wings of the Night "The Marshall-General has called a staff meeting." The messenger called to Arcanum, who waved him off with a dismissive hand. The general returned to his study of the beautiful item resting on the makeshift table inside the E-Corps' scavenged tent. "The woodwor...

Chapter Sixteen: In The Shadow of Shayol Ghul Every red-cloaked soldier knew they were at the final league; their destination loomed ever higher. But they were driven, the victory the day before easing their weight, and the wings of Caldazar drove them forth. As the sun began to dip in the sky, the...

Chapter Fifteen: Red Flood The Band of Red Hand stood united before the river of smoldering smoke, the fire's thirst quenched. A spirit of joy and victory suffused the red-cloaked soldiers who had seized victory from the teeth of the Horde. The loss at Getty's Canyon was only a faint memory to the ...