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Chaos ensued as the men reacted and grabbed their weapons. Tolar shouted, “Stand your
ground!”
The men formed a circle.
“Stand your ground, I say!”
As the circle of warriors formed, the fog swelled and a misty white cloud engulfed the
perimeter.
“Where are they? Where are they? I can’t see a thing!” shouted a fearful warrior in the middle
of the pack.
Sensing their fear, Tolar dismounted his horse and withdrew his sword. He marched with self
confidence to the center of the circle.
“Stand your ground!”
He heard the clopping of horse hooves in the distance. The men remained silent.
As the men readied their weapons the fog dissipated around a shadowy figure in the distance.
“No one move!” Tolar said.
The figure emerged from the fog but remained unclear. A shadowy figure with a dark cloak
covering most of his body emerged and stopped his horse.
A warrior whispered, “It’s Malkuth!”
Tolar stared toward the men in uncomfortable silence.
Malkuth spoke, “Finish this!”
From within the dense fog an arrow shot through the cloud and penetrated the forehead of the
warrior next to Tolar. He dropped like a rock.
Tolar raised his sword in defiance and charged toward the enemy. “Attack! Attack!”
Hordes of Scolits, greenish-skinned, muscular, part-human mutants, emerged from the fog
and attacked Tolar and his wounded troops.
A blow from a Scolit’s scorpion-like tail would begin a shape shifting morphing process in its
victims. This transmutation would inject pure evil into the afflicted beings turning them against
their former brothers-in-arms.
When the mutants attacked, not only was their uncommon strength a concern, but the instant
infection from the venom of a Scolit’s tail was legendary.
As the men fought the onslaught of the Scolits it soon became apparent they were no match
for the overpowering strength and numbers of these mutant creatures. One after another the
warriors fell to the power of the Scolits as a defeated Tolar gazed at an arrogant and proud
Malkuth survey over his conquest in the distance.
ground!”
The men formed a circle.
“Stand your ground, I say!”
As the circle of warriors formed, the fog swelled and a misty white cloud engulfed the
perimeter.
“Where are they? Where are they? I can’t see a thing!” shouted a fearful warrior in the middle
of the pack.
Sensing their fear, Tolar dismounted his horse and withdrew his sword. He marched with self
confidence to the center of the circle.
“Stand your ground!”
He heard the clopping of horse hooves in the distance. The men remained silent.
As the men readied their weapons the fog dissipated around a shadowy figure in the distance.
“No one move!” Tolar said.
The figure emerged from the fog but remained unclear. A shadowy figure with a dark cloak
covering most of his body emerged and stopped his horse.
A warrior whispered, “It’s Malkuth!”
Tolar stared toward the men in uncomfortable silence.
Malkuth spoke, “Finish this!”
From within the dense fog an arrow shot through the cloud and penetrated the forehead of the
warrior next to Tolar. He dropped like a rock.
Tolar raised his sword in defiance and charged toward the enemy. “Attack! Attack!”
Hordes of Scolits, greenish-skinned, muscular, part-human mutants, emerged from the fog
and attacked Tolar and his wounded troops.
A blow from a Scolit’s scorpion-like tail would begin a shape shifting morphing process in its
victims. This transmutation would inject pure evil into the afflicted beings turning them against
their former brothers-in-arms.
When the mutants attacked, not only was their uncommon strength a concern, but the instant
infection from the venom of a Scolit’s tail was legendary.
As the men fought the onslaught of the Scolits it soon became apparent they were no match
for the overpowering strength and numbers of these mutant creatures. One after another the
warriors fell to the power of the Scolits as a defeated Tolar gazed at an arrogant and proud
Malkuth survey over his conquest in the distance.
Rainbow's Shadow
and the tablets of fate
and the tablets of fate
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