Austin Nolte
Joined May 2022
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To the Last Stand
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed. Winds raged. Hooves thundered. On the back of his steaming horse, a man clung, urging his steed to greater speeds even as he struggled to keep his own seat. Alternate flashes of lightning revealed him as an official messenger, his crest of a running horse never more fitting. As the dark mass of castle Galans came into view, the horse stumbled, throwing the man to the ground. He sat up from the mud wearily and remounted, again pushing the poor beast forward, though this time at a trot. The gates showed through the sleet, promising rest well earned; he, they, were there at last. But this was no time for rest! “Sir Leznupar has been taken!”
By Austin Nolte4 years ago in Fiction

