Telekis of the Wild Claw

I had been furious when the fort had burned down with my brother inside. I had sworn vengeance for his death. I had been determined to spill the blood of as many Falmoren as I could.

I had charged the fort alongside Clamtus and Yurgman. My heart had pounded with enthusiasm for the blood of these people. I was nearing the wall and could see the desperate resolve on my enemies' faces. Suddenly, the world in front of me exploded. I was unprepared for the flash and the defining sound of thunder that caused the world to shake and my bones to vibrate. I found myself on my knees, clutching my ears.

To my left, Yurgman stood staring around him in horror. I soon joined him and looked to my right. Clamtus was no longer next to me, looking around. I found that something had tossed him back as if he were no more than a sack of flour. I crawled over to him on my hands and knees and looked into his dead eyes. Nothing made sense until I saw a hole the size of a peach pit that had penetrated straight through his chest. He wasn't the only one who lay on the ground unmoving.

I looked up at the wall, the faces that I thought were fearful now looked down at us with the fierceness of a Turabe Tiger. My heart froze with fear as those around me began to flee. Not even realizing what I was doing, I followed my mind, consumed by panic. I did not doubt that staying here meant death.

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The retreat to the safety of our ships was done without a word spoken. Only the trampling of underbrush and the heavy breaths of men panting filled the stillness. The trip to the beach passed in a blur, and my only thot was to flee this cursed land.

As I reached the edge of the woods, I almost ran into the man frozen in front of me. Pushing past him, I came face-to-face with the reality of our situation. More fortifications had been erected in front of our ships, blocking our escape. Weapons were pointed at us, and a man in gleaming layered armor stood upon the deck of one of our ships. He lifted a metal tube to his lips and shouted.

"People of Rabiss. Maletouma has placed you in our power. The hubris of your leaders has led you to pit yourself against the hand of justice. And you have witnessed his might. Yield now or suffer the thunder of his wrath."

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I charged that wall, I would be torn apart. I collapsed to my hands and knees, my fingers digging into the soft soil. I do not know what hurt worse, the failure to obtain vengeance for my brother or the realization that I had truly tried to fight against a Hand. I had never realized a person could be filled with so much power that he could sweep our entire army away like it was no more than smoke.

Today I would make a new vow: if Malitouma would spare my life, I would never lift my hand against another, except in the defense of my own. Those who had kept their weapons in our flight from the field of battle began to drop them, and like a wave, our once proud band knelt before the might of the Hand of Wrath.

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