Hard riding

Ostiarium

He cursed as the beast collapsed under him, exhausted. He quickly jumped clear as the large black stallion long powerful legs gave way and crashed to the ground.

Malacost landed on his feet but rolled sideways to take on the jarring impact. He spat on the ground, as he rose, and kicked the dying horse a few times. He had ridden the beast hard the last few days but to have him die when he could see the towers of the Keep was a kick on the teeth. He had lost too much time and the info he carried was crucial.

He ripped the desert gard he had worn these last few months never wanting to wear the likes. His skin was blistered and covered in sores. His lips cracked and bleeding. He dusted himself down and made his way to the city.

He needed to find The Purger. He would scarcely believe what the tale he had to share. A tale of demon gods, witches and traitors...