I arrived just as our men were putting the last of Korvan's forces to
the sword. The day had been won, but at a cost.
"Aurthur, why did you not complete the retreat as I had instructed?" I
asked, assuming that he had simply ignored the suggestion.
One of our horsemen answered on Aurthur's behalf. "We were pulling
back and those creatures charged us."
"You could not outrun them?"
"No, some of their troops flew at us." said Aurthur.
I noticed that some of Korvan's troops did indeed have large leathery
wings. These looked much like large gargoyles of legend. Had they been
created by magic? Possibly summoned... Or perhaps Korvan was from
the same place as these creatures. The moons?
"Myrlyn, did you defeat their leader?" he asked.
"Of course, not much of a fighter. A bit clumsy, their wizard. He
relied too much on his magic. He might have some information..."
"Listen Myrlyn," he interrupted "his army has killed over a dozen of
my men and wounded scores more. I'll have his head. Bring me that
man's head."
I could see his point. This Korvan might have been innept in
underestimating us, but he was dangerous and needed to be slain before
he learn from his mistakes. I could always cast Visions from the
posterior of the Mind on his corpse to get the answers I needed.
I took another drink of my wine and spurred my horse ahead.
That's when things became very unusual.