Assault of Fort Trinity

Concept art for Guild Wars 2

Commander Mads Mikkelsen walked the parapet of the border fort, uneasily watching the Miasma inch closer to the walls. It came on from the Faerie lands, looking like a thin, putrid green mist, but Mikkelsen knew it meant death. He also knew it meant that the Nightmare Court had won it’s ages long war with Dream and was now hungry for more.

“Ready ballistas!” Mikkelsen bellowed to the towers. He was a big man; barrel-chested, tall and muscled like an ox, no man frightened him. This sickness approaching his walls frightened him to the core. He was helpless against it, knew that he was going to die today, but he would hold the fort as long as he could to give the Magicians in the capital to the east as much time as they needed to counter the Court.

“Ready catapults!” he shouted down to the courtyard. Soldiers began cranking the heavy arms of the siege weapons into place.

The Miasma was churning now, diseased insects, gathered into buzzing clouds, gave the mist a look that it was alive and breathing.

Mikkelsen began to sweat in the cool autumn air. “Light the fires! Ready arrows!” Frantic, he watched his men fall into place.

Sounds could be heard in the mist now, moans and cries of outrage.

“Pikemen! Form ranks at the gate!” His men complied, eyes wide with fear.

And then he heard it. The sounds of running horses. “Hurry! The unicorns are coming!”

As his words died on the open air, the first one burst from the Miasma, tail and mane a diseased blackish-green, flesh falling from it’s frame. Rearing, green flames burned in its eye sockets and it lead the charge in the assault of Fort Trinity.

For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, Cheney gave me this prompt: Hurry! The unicorns are coming! (Use that dialog verbatim in your response.).

I gave Barb Black this prompt: She had been writing furiously for over an hour, breaking more than five pencils in the process.

These Scriptic prompts have been a blast. You never know what you’re going to get. When I got Cheney’s prompt this past Saturday, my first reaction was, “Unicorns?! Oh. My. God. What the frig am I gonna do with that?” Well, I’d like to think I put the typical Sinistral Scribblings twist on it. Undead, zombie unicorns? Much better.

Don’t forget to cast your two cents in the Name Hannah Anne Contest. Your name could be used as a character in the upcoming book when I write it during NaNoWriMo.

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