Lords of the Sands: An Epic Dark Fantasy Novel by Paul Yoder

Author:Paul Yoder [Yoder, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: amazon.com
Published: 2021-05-07T22:00:00+00:00

27

A Fell Presence in the Jail

Fin slammed the rotting skull through the jail bars, the mushy skull easily fracturing into pieces, smashing through into a pool of gore in the empty cell.

“Fin!” Cray called, coming down the dark hallway from the entrance.

“Where’s Matt?” Fin replied, turning to see that Cray was visibly shaken and somewhat out of breath.

“He stayed behind, told me to tell you to find the crew, bust them out, and get back to the entrance to help him.”

“Great,” Fin murmured, yelling to Cray, “help me find your gang.”

The two burst through the adjoining jail block, coming in on a group of arisen lurking by the cells. Fin was the first to move, sweeping his leg under a hefty arisen, yanking on its wrist to send it toppling over, Cray following behind to behead the thing with his short sword, hacking at the back of its neck until it severed.

The next guard was on alert, and Fin had to duck and dodge to the side to get out of the way of its heavy swing in time, backing up to dodge the follow up swing from the lumbering corpse. Luckily for Fin, Cray had taken notice of the scuffle.

Lunging the ten feet between him and the arisen, Cray hacked at its outstretched arm, lopping it clean off. By the time it took note of the dire wound and turned to face the new threat, Cray had swung the other sword blade directly at its neck, slicking halfway through the thick meaty stalk of rotting muscle and bone.

Fin returned the favor, slamming a wide gouge dagger into the back of the last arisen’s neck, severing its spine, instantly dropping it to the stone floor.

“Nice...hacking,” Fin said, attempting to compliment Matt’s young one, but it came off sounding more sarcastic than anything.

Cray didn’t notice, seeing his two comrades locked up in the cells at the far end of the room.

“Malagar! Hamui!” he cried, rushing to their cell doors, jangling the locked door, attempting to rip it open.

“Cray, stop. I got the door,” Fin said, snatching the jailer's keys from off the wall, opening both doors up quickly, handing him the keys to help unlock his friend's manacles, looking briefly to the third person in the line of cells, noticing that it was an arisen.

“Mal! Matt’s in trouble. We’ve got to go, now,” Cray urgently said, undoing his cuffs, the tall haltia rubbing his wrists after being freed, sorely getting to his feet to help Cray with Hamui’s locks.

“Matt’s taking on all those dead things by himself?” Malagar calmly asked, helping Hamui to his feet after Cray unlocked the smaller cuffs set around the heavily robed praven’s wrists.

“Yeah, just down the hall a ways—”

“—I know you,” Fin said, cutting Cray off mid-sentence, sneering at the animated bones gazing at him from within the locked cell.

“And I, you,” the skull’s jaw creaked as a hiss issued forth barely discernible words.

“How...do you know an arisen?” Cray questioned, pausing for a moment, helping Malagar to the door they had entered from.

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