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9
The Generals’ Plans










The Twin Generals walked alongside Robin the Quick, Stoleworth, and Comstray as the five men moved along the banks of the Morgeth River. In the lands of the Lehigh people, the five were not afraid. Most would be though, those who knew the dangers that lie behind the non-existent border. But these five had blood like ice, and a razor-sharp courage that was evident even upon looking at their stone-hard faces.
They showed no emotion for each other, but they each other like brothers, and would do anything for another. It had been so since that day fighting the Kalshirians. When Samuel and Ben found that their hands were frozen to their sword handles, Robin’s feet would not be lifted from the ground, Stoleworth’s handle of his hammer had broken, and splinters six inches long had ran up his hand and forearm. So he grabbed the hammer higher up, and continued onward. Comstray’s fingers were lined with giant calluses and his palms had been worn down so much that they were covered in dry blood when he removed them from his leather gloves. On that day, after the battle they made a pact between themselves. That they would raise an army, and would personally kill Lepenon.
The only peoples available to them that they knew in their minds were the roughest and cruel people in the world. Who better to have as an army? The Tribes of Lehigh had never got along though. They fought daily with one another, slaughtering each other, and spilling their own blood.
They hated each other, each and every Tribe. But the five had their hearts set on bringing them together. Maybe not forever, but at least long enough so that they could fight a battle. Just one.
“Well lads,” Comstray called to them with his thick Mordacian accent. “We turn hard north right about here. Or else we’ll be followin’ the river’s edge to Ilvandore and then the Trespryn Sea.”
So the men tread through the shallow areas that they could find through a small bend in the river’s water, where the pebbles that rested on the river’s bottom could be seen clearly.



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