Excerpt from "Tales Of The Barbarian" by John T. M. Herres
Able VS Chosen Ones
Able snuck through the darkness, his small incantation allowing his eyes to see. The rocky ridge covered with snow and ice proved challenging as he navigated toward the base camp of The Chosen Ones.
He could see the harder patches of ice and avoided the loud crunching from his weight smashing them. Being wrapped in thick hides and furs also slowed progression, but in order for his attack to be successful, none of the smaller considerations could be overlooked.
He sighted a glow over some boulders half a mile ahead. Climbing to a higher vantage point, he traced a route to follow.
Creeping up to the final rock, he pressed his back into a depression to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. The spells he would use depended on how many people he needed to battle.
He drew his sword, turned his chest to the stone, and lean