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Before The Storm
Author: Carey Corvin
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The scouts did not speak much on the way back to camp.

They went out to see how many men guarded the road around Borislav. Instead, they found themselves caught beneath the fortress bells and chased through the trees by southern soldiers. Erik walked at the front of the small group, his swords hanging at his sides, his mind still on the woman with the red hair.

She stood among the soldiers as if the confusion around her meant nothing. She drew her bow, chose her target and released the arrow wi
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  • The Assault, Two

    The broken gate gave way with a sound that carried across the entire fortress.Erik was the first to move through the opening.He stepped over the shattered timber with his shield raised and both swords drawn, and the warriors behind him followed so closely that there was no room between them. The men had spent the morning fighting toward this moment. They had crossed the field beneath arrows, climbed the walls through spears and blades, and battered the gate until their arms could barely lift their weapons.Now they were inside Borislav.But the sight before them was not the victory they had imagined.The courtyard was filled with southern soldiers.They had formed a line several paces beyond the broken entrance, shields locked together, spears lowered. Behind them stood more men with swords and bows, while along the upper walkways soldiers leaned over the stone walls, waiting for the right moment to strike.Erik understood at once.Aleksandr had not abandoned the courtyard when the

  • The Assault, One

    At first light, the Viking camp was already awake.There was no speech before the battle and no feast to send the men forward. The warriors ate what they could, tightened the straps of their shields and checked the edges of their weapons. Along the shore, the ships sat quiet in the morning mist, while further inland Borislav rose above the surrounding ground, its stone walls crowded with southern soldiers.Erik stood with Jarl Solvi at the front of the assembled warriors.The fortress was the only thing that mattered now.They had already tested the southern army in the open field. Burned its supplies and forced it behind the walls. None of that have seemed to weaken Borislav. If Erik returned north without the fortress, the South would call the campaign a failure, and the other northern Jarls would hear the same story.Solvi looked toward the walls. “They have filled the battlements.”“I expect nothing less.”“The gates are closed.”“They know what we want.”Solvi studied him. “Do yo

  • Before The Storm

    The scouts did not speak much on the way back to camp.They went out to see how many men guarded the road around Borislav. Instead, they found themselves caught beneath the fortress bells and chased through the trees by southern soldiers. Erik walked at the front of the small group, his swords hanging at his sides, his mind still on the woman with the red hair.She stood among the soldiers as if the confusion around her meant nothing. She drew her bow, chose her target and released the arrow without hesitation. Erik only survived because he saw it coming at the last moment.He looked back at the men following him.No one seemed eager to speak about what had happened.The camp came into view as the light began to fade. Fires burned between the tents, and men were returning from the shoreline with weapons and bundles of supplies. The larger force that had remained behind had not seen the fighting at the fortress. To them, the scouts had simply been gone longer than expected.Bo was amon

  • Red Arrow

    Ameliya reached Borislav with Shura and six guards before midday. The journey had been short enough that she had spent most of it thinking about what waited ahead rather than complaining about the road. By the time the fortress came into view, she could already see the scale of Aleksandr’s force spread across the land around it. Hundreds of tents stood outside the walls, fires burned beneath cooking pots, and armed men moved between the camps and the fortress gates.Shura slowed beside her. “So this is where you wanted to be.”Ameliya looked over the army. “Yes.”“You could have stayed in Slovia and let the men handle it.”“I could have.”Shura gave her a sideways glance. “And yet here we are.”Ameliya smiled and urged her horse forward.Aleksandr met them near the command tents. He looked tired, but there was nothing uncertain about him. He had settled into command quickly, and the men around him moved according to his orders without hesitation.“You came sooner than I expected,” he

  • The Hunter’s Trap

    The smoke from the ruined supply train was still rising behind them when Bo turned in his saddle, checking the timberline.A horn echoed faintly through the pine trees, followed by the muffled thunder of hooves on hard earth."They found us," Bo called back, reining in his mount.Erik slowed his horse, looking over his shoulder. A cloud of dust was rising across the valley road behind them. "How many?""Too many to count from horseback," Bo replied, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword.The remaining men behind them slowed, their leather saddles creaking as they reached for spears and round shields.Bo frowned, eyeing the road. "We have the captured horses from the convoy. We should ride hard for the river.""No," Erik said, his eyes scanning the steep, boulder-strewn terrain on either side of the trail. "Their cavalry is light and unburdened. They will run our rear guard down before we reach the beach."Bo understood instantly. "So we turn and fight.""Not on their terms," Erik

  • Jarl Erik

    The Kievan supply column stretched through the ravine below—forty heavy carts piled high with grain sacks, barrels of salted pork, bundles of iron spears, crates of arrows, and spare mounts trailing behind.Bo peered through the pine branches, his eyes scanning the road. "That's more grain than I expected."Erik kept his gaze locked on the convoy commander at the center. "Good."Bo looked over at him. "Good?""The bigger the feast, the hungrier Aleksandr’s men will be tomorrow," Erik replied softly.A grim grin touched Bo’s face.Down on the dirt road, the southern guards moved without urgency. Confident in the knowledge that Prince Aleksandr held the ridge at Borislav with fifteen hundred spears, they watched the road ahead, completely unaware of the ridge above them.Erik waited until the midpoint of the column was squeezed into the narrowest choke point of the pass.Then he drew his twin swords. "Down."The first volley of arrows struck the road.Men shouted as several horses reare

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