aerasio

Random Writing 4

Geron walked the length of fortress wall warily and peered across at the Saladari camp. Night had fallen and had brought with it the massive and undefeated Saladari army. There was no chance of escaping this time like they had at Fort Zarion, no chance at all. The fortress had been built on a slight hill in the middle of a large plain in the southern edge of Eastern Zentar and had been easy for the enemy to surround. There was no dense forest or hidden passage to escape into, no way to escape the jaws of the Saladari lion. Geron sighed and looked around, there were between 5 to 9 sentries manning this section of the wall but everyone had been robbed of sleep lately and the sentries were by no means alert and had what little attention they had left focused on the grey and yellow tents on the other side of the wall. Geron stepped quietly to the edge of the wall and sighed. This was hopeless, the 2nd legion would never come and they were doomed if they continued stubbornly like this, this choice, his choice, was the only way......
Geron tied a rope around his waste and tied the other end to a battlement on the wall. With littled difficulty he climbed over the edge and began lowering himself slowly down the wall into the dark abyss below, and walked stealthily to the Saladari camp.......

So said Aerasio at 05:03