Calmly, he surveys the dead and the dying men and women around him.
As expected, these 'Guthra' Tribals had not offered much in the way of resistance.
Smoke billows from the crumbling straw huts of their outpost. He sniffs the air. He smells the fresh corpses riddled with lead. He beckons the other man to approach him.
"The dog?" he asks.
The man shakes his head. "But," he says. "We've got some bodies down in the canyon floor. Might be worth looking at."
He nods. He steps over the charred body of a mother clinging to her child, her face twisted in a scream that was never heard.
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Callisto
FantasyThe Deadlands - dry, arid, and merciless. A place where only the scent of death hangs loosely on the scorching winds. This is all that remains of a once bright world. This is the only world that Rain-Born has ever known. As a warrior of the Hanakh t...
