The Summons RPG

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They mounted and rode quickly away from the battlefield leaving the orcs lost in their wake. The two horses that had been killed belonged to Aravir and Bramen. The latter had lost his life in the battle and the former rode now behind Durvagor until he could get a horse from the nearest village. Pernole was uninjured but cagey. His magnificent head constantly darted to and fro at the slightest movement.

“Here now,” chided Durvagor at one of the show horse’s skittish movements. “You’re going to have to stop that. You’re a ranger’s horse and I’m going to teach you to act like one if it kills me.” Then, kicking the horse in its side, he continued on until dawn when the orcs would be immobile.

“Okay,” said Islist a bit breathlessly as they cleared the last ridge. “We’ll stop for a bit to rest the horses, and ourselves,” he said, stretching his back as he hopped off his own steed. Durvagor removed Pernole’s tack to the discontent of some of the rangers.

“We might have to ride off quickly,” one reproached. Durvagor shrugged, “He‘s not used to constant travel yet.” The ranger looked unconvinced. “He needs a break,” Durvagor assured him curtly, “and he’s my horse.”

Fire wasn’t started right away for the morning was hot. Durvagor rolled his sleeves up and skewered three rabbits; they hadn’t eaten for a good twelve hours of fighting and riding. As proof to that though, he looked over to see the horses drinking and splashing in the nearby creek.

He was reluctant to stand over a fire to cook his catch but he was starving. Aravir offered to take turns turning the rabbit as it cooked. After a good half hour of cooking and eating, the rangers’ hunger was deferred.