Lescari Revolution 03: Banners In The Wind - Plot & Excerpts
Tathrin couldn't really compare it to Sharlac. He'd barely seen anything beyond the panic, smoke and slaughter engulfing the castle there. They were riding down the Inchra Road. Ahead, Parnilesse Town's walls were formidably high and Duke Orlin had plainly forbidden so much as a pigsty to be built outside. A grassy bank below the masonry slid into a broad ditch now choked with snow. Beyond that the ground had been cleared for two plough-lengths. Anyone approaching would be spotted long before they came within bowshot of the vigilant turrets. Tathrin coughed as the capricious wind shifted. He was heartily sick of this journey through the most dismal days of the year. 'I take it that stink's the marshes?' Sorgrad had explained how the higher ground that thrust Parnilesse's rocky coast out into the sea fell away in a long escarpment here. Brackish swamps stretched towards the River Asilor, with one safe channel cutting through the mire to bring ships to the deep pool at the base of the scarp.
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