Winged Magic
“They knelt in the dust for their morning worship and bowed low to Zukhara, the figurehead of their reverent zeal. Their fervour ran high that morning as they broke camp and prepared to march, for by evening they would reach the outskirts of Cangora and perhaps meet their first resistance from forces still loyal to the Shar-Ja. At least they hoped so. Their blood burned for battle and the opportunity to give their lives in service to the Living God and his servant, Zukhara. After all, Zukhara, t...he Mouth of Shahr, had told them all that such a death guaranteed their entrance to paradise.
At the sound of the horns, the men took their positions. The Fel Azureth, the fist of Zukhara, took the honoured place in the vanguard, their highly trained units riding like members of the Shar-Ja’s own cavalry on fleet horses. Behind them rolled the Shar-Ja’s wagon with its prisoner under tight guard. Then came the other combatants, some in orderly ranks on foot, some in mounted troops, still others — mostly rabble and hangers-on who had come for the loot, the thrill or motives of their own — marched in crowds at the rear.MoreLess
At the sound of the horns, the men took their positions. The Fel Azureth, the fist of Zukhara, took the honoured place in the vanguard, their highly trained units riding like members of the Shar-Ja’s own cavalry on fleet horses. Behind them rolled the Shar-Ja’s wagon with its prisoner under tight guard. Then came the other combatants, some in orderly ranks on foot, some in mounted troops, still others — mostly rabble and hangers-on who had come for the loot, the thrill or motives of their own — marched in crowds at the rear.MoreLess
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