Session 3- adiobook extract

The harsh grey clouds above fled from the north blocking out the blazing sun, clouds that reflected in the eyes of a wanderer, a rogue. He crouched low on the edge of a building, looking out over the city. His blood boiled as he saw the flickering lights of a grand palace in the distance, he watched as guards walked from tower to tower oblivious of everything around them. He clenched his teeth as he thought about  the oncoming storm. He waited there for the first rumble of thunder, he pulled his black hood low over his face as it shook the eternal heavens.

A broken man of only twenty he had more blood on his hands than many a man twice his age but that was just it… as he drew a deep breath he pondered the idea and motives for his actions. A girl. Not a lover, something more. His only family. A child of only thirteen. Why should she suffer while he was free to wander the open roads? He heard the chatter of night-watchmen bellow.

Then the tide came in… A great tide of the Ogre Kingdoms. Ten thousand mad things storming iron gates with iron cannons stuffed with axes, cutlery, sticks and chain mail among other more sinister things. Ten feet tall with blood soaked tanned flesh. His keen eyes picked up details that many would have missed. A number of their ranks ran screaming through poorly built wooden buildings, their flesh alight and catching on warm, dry interior supports. All the charge took was the promise of food and a few dead beasts.

The man smirked as he deployed a pair of the most uncanny tools. Blades hidden within his leather vambraces. The two men ran from their post unaware of the shadow that haunted them and a second later they were face down into the floor with blood leaking from the wounds in their throats. The man stood as an ogre bellower ran towards him. There was no way around the thing so he ran straight for it, retracting the two blades at his wrists and drawing a nimble short blade. He brought himself to a sprint, running along the wall and jumbing head first into the path of the ogre pulling its hair to drive its head forward as he vaulted over the thing as he plunged his blade through its skull with a sickening crunch.