User blog:SalemtheCruel/The Blademaster's Tale

Chapter One: The sable in the hills
A tall, silver sable stood on the high salt cliffs near Salamandastron, wearing a black cloak that swished in the wind. His name was Armukk Rinn the Conqueror and anybeast that defied his horde or himself was a dead one! Armuk's Oracle, a blind Pine Marten named Addison stood next to him, paw on his shoulder. The sable's silence was frightening to her. When Armuk Rinn was silent, it meant that somebeast was approaching Hellgates faster than they thought. "Wot's da matter m'lord?" She asked in her peculiar accent. "Is something not to yer liking?" Armuk's muzzle twisted into a scowl. "Not to my liking!" He snarled. "NOTHING is to my liking, Addison! This raid was a failure! Salamandastron was simply too well-armed! Damn, I'll never take it and live!" Addison smiled an odd smile. "You shall, my lord." She assured him. "The visions have treated me favorably these past few weeks, and I have foreseen it. It is so." Armuk shifted on one footpaw. "Good." He glanced up at the azure summer sky. Seagulls screeched and wheedled. "Little beasts..." He muttered, and produced a long sword from his sheath and hurled it into the air. As they were flying in a straight line, the seagulls were all impaled, one right after another. They fell to the grass with a steady  Whump! Armuk's blue gaze shifted to the nearby beach. "You." He said to Addison. "Find Brownjaw and tell him to muster the horde at once!" Addison grimaced. "I... I shall my lord." "I SAID AT ONCE!" Without another word, Addison took off running, navigating well despite her disability. Armuk smiled at her from a distance and prepared to remove the dead animals from his sword. The Conqueror coming.....