Wheel of Time MUD

Chapter 14: The Burning Rivers Diest Arcanum shouted above the din of battle, "THEY'RE BREAKING. TARGET THE FADES!" Missiles arched through the air, slamming down among the Trolloc ranks. The leading Fades' luck could not overcome the sheer number of boulders slamming down from above. The rapid dea...

Chapter Thirteen: Primal Fight As the hours drew on, Stef Reimos strained to control his impatience. The Horde had arrived with the dawn, dark bodies covering the far shore, until nothing could be seen in the distance but the blackness of the gathering shadowspawn. But they had not attacked yet, se...

Chapter Twelve: Flight of the Red Eagle Marshall-General Lawe Cathon rode quietly at the head of the other half of the Band, which mimicked their leader's hushed conduct. For all eyes drew up northwards towards the spire of Shayol Ghul, a destination many believed to be final and fatal. The Band of...

Chapter Eleven: Final Measures Diest Arcanum met eyes with the remainder of the Legion and Banner generals gathered around: Trystan, Warsal, Blane Cathon, and Courwin. Less than half of the officers that the Band had begun with. A single torch stabbed into the earth within the circle of men, castin...

Chapter Ten: Respite Sergeant Stef Reimos forded through the chest-deep waters, his wet cloak dragging behind. When the fleeing Band remnant had come upon this fast flowing river, Stef had been stunned to see this clear, flowing tributary in the heart of the Blasted Lands. But, the Red Hands quickl...

Chapter Nine: Broken Legion A few leagues away, Lawe Cathon winced as Airena dabbed at his chest wound with a moist cloth. He tried to push himself up, but the Aes Sedai firmly kept an iron grip on his shoulder. Cathon gave up and laid back, as she began to dress his wounds. Airena had dark circles...

Chapter Eight: The Tightening Noose Diest Arcanum dove for the floor as forks of lightning stabbed in among the catapults. Arcanum growled and pushed himself up, dusting his cloak. He surveyed the damage, counting two engines incapacitated but salvageable, and five men down and unsalvageable. The c...

Chapter Seven: Rock and a Hard Place The ground shook with the powerful hammering of the Trolloc wardrums, and debris cascaded down the canyon wall in sheets, kicking up veils of dust. Stef Reimos licked his lips, sword at ready. His squad was on the northern perimeter facing the spawns streaming i...

Chapter Six: Getty's Canyon Lawe Cathon rubbed the tarnished watchglass on his cloak and fitted it to his eye. He studied the land before him and grimaced. Even with the watchglass, all he could see was fractured ground as far as can be seen, spiderwebbed with league-wide crevasses and irregular cr...

Chapter Five: The Blasted Lands Diest Arcanum studied the papers in his hands from atop his gelding. After scrutinizing a design for a trebuchet, he absent-mindedly reached up to his ear for a quill, but his hand bounced off his helmet. He glanced at his empty hand for a second and looked up from h...