The crow's nests of their battle barges notified everyone, the crew noticed a beacon of light, a pillar of light coming from the inner center of sea maze, its inner ocean.
According to the crow's nests, the pillar of light appeared and reappeared in a pattern, only known to them, the Imperials.
IMPERIAL ADMIRAL
"It's one of us, us the God-men"
Then the last pattern of the signals was translated.
FARQUIR DE LID
(IMPERIAL WIZARD)
"The heathen-kind of the Oceanic Kings are out of the maze and approaching to Bucanner's Holding."
The Imperial Wizard could not curse at the success of his fellow brother, who was the first to made contact against the free thieves of Buccaneer's Holding.
All that he could do was to spit at sand covered deckfloor of the ship.
And he did, and his spit was swept away by the living worried sands of his dreaded Empire.
The successive pillars of light, was also a confirmation of manuever soon to be executed by the Imperial Wizard of the Eurean.
A last resort that will mark an era.
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"There were too many stones to give a proper burial".
Some of the hailstones not buried, were whispering, some wailing in hunger, for their temporary vessels are melting to their near end, awaiting to be free.
The Continental Rangers of the Far Strait, who were the forefathers of the Riverguard knew it, time is ticking for a haunting will end them, no matter if someone is a slaver or someone is a slave.
The Haunted had a hunger that will equalize everything and everyone.
The Storm above the island, cracked again its lightning and thunder.
That image left an impression to one of the Rangers, as he saw the lightning bolts were circling alongside the storm that gave the form of a serpent.
The hurricane' serpent slithered around, waiting for the complete doom to arrive.
An optical illusion or not, it was a terrifying but fascinating imagery.
This time, the Rangers, were left as the babe in the woods; after a scouting party of theirs have returned to the makeshift fort made by them and the Imperials mercenaries.
The fort was left almost lifeless.
Every imperial was struck dead in their tracks. No sign of a fight, everyone died in their spots of normal routine.
The only remaining Rangers in that fort, were spared of that mysterious fate.
The island of the Buccaneer's Holding could sense their fear and dread.
The sudden discovery of the Captain's violent death was unsettling and even more, by the absence of the Termite Doll and of the Imperial Wizard.
Signs of a violent death through inner combustion, the ribcage was poking out like claws and the face of its victim, the Captain, disfigured in a foreboding form of a monster.
The reptilian creature beneath the longship of the Rangers was bellowing at the dark horizon across the dry riverbed, where the storm is still at its peak, the weatherly phenomena striking anything that was near its war-path above the skies.
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CORAZÓN AGUIJÓN (Crónicas de los Infra-Reinos) by DeLeon Cortes A.
Fantasy"The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction" -William Blake-
