Haradrim Chapter 7Chapter 7: Three ScarsHaradrim Chapter 7
Naeva was happy to have gone from the throne room. So happy, in fact, that he did several cartwheels, sand spraying up from his toes. Varen glanced at him, seeming to be amused despite himself. The sun shone down on Naeva’s upturned face, blinding him momentarily. He did a few more cartwheels, then turned to Varen. “The stone of Ahkenet is three days march from here, in a northeastern direction. In the meantime, let’s enjoy the scenery!” Varen raised his eyebrows. “What scenery. &nbs
Haradrim Chapter 6Chapter 6: PlotsHaradrim Chapter 6
Zeran watched as the Black Sand trooped silently into his throne room. Morale was undoubtedly high amongst them, as evidenced by their body language. Then they had succeeded, after all. He waited until Kolt and the others got within a few feet of his throne, then he spoke. “The deed?” “Done. Naeva here says he successfully poisoned each water barrel. We killed over five hundred men, all told. Our losses were minor, with only a handful being killed.” Zeran smiled coldly. “
Haradrim Chapter 5Chapter 5: The Battle For XavithenHaradrim Chapter 5
I sighed as I left the room. There was probably no point in trying to reason with Naeva. If only he would see sense, he would be a powerful ally. I wondered how he got that much power. Neither of his comrades were on the same plane as he. Yet I saw that even if he said he would continue killing, he would not commit needless slaughter. I had gotten to him, whether he would admit it or not. And I hoped that he would stop killing altogether, or I would have to- I bent double and retched. It was
Haradrim Chapter 4Chapter 4: DiscipleHaradrim Chapter 4
Naeva, initiate of the Black Sand, smiled broadly as he trekked behind the main body of assassins. It was a beautiful day, not too hot, not too cold, and he was feeling cheerful. Actually, he always felt cheerful. He was known as something of an oddity, even for a member of the Black Sand. Though he had been brought up like his fellow killers, with traumatic and violent experiences, he never showed a sign of outward displeasure. Even he was not quite sure why. When the going got tough, Naeva was cheerful. It was noon of the sec
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