Memory 011: Black Arrows (SigNeg)

Game Received: Story game, Day 396, late morning
Team Played With: n/a
Memory Form: blank white card—write something on it to receive the memory



Twenty to thirty metal-clad figures swarmed over each ridge toward the
valley floor. The brave little terriers charged the groundmites as if the
instinct to attack the creatures had been bred into them. Nobles fell to the
ground with arrows bristling from them like pins in a pin cushion.

"Who is that?" Alton asked. He pointed at the opposite ridge and passed
Karigan the scope.

She trained it where he pointed. At first she saw no one among the trees
and tall grasses, but then a solitary figure standing there became
discernible. Just barely. He was dressed in gray. She nearly dropped the
telescope.

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