Feeh's Story - The Shattering of the Ford

Fog tears open over the ford, and a wall of armored horsemen stands revealed. Their shields lock tight, hooves stamping at the blood smell in the water.

At their center, the Vanguard Captain lifts a tall banner. The mounted line shifts at once, closing the gap and cutting Feeh off from the road beyond.

Behind the soldiers, the caravan bell keeps tolling through the mist, slow and heavy, like a warning drum calling more eyes to the slaughter.

Feeh stands ankle-deep in churned mire, her greatclub slick with mud and blood, while the line of riders braces to meet her first step.

Feeh’s club comes down in a brutal arc, and the front riders snap apart under the blow. One horse screams and plunges sideways, another rears hard enough to break the shield line, and mud and iron fly across the ford.

The Captain yanks his mount back, shouting for the line to hold, but the nearest soldiers are already losing their shape. Hooves skid, shields clash, and the banner lurches low as the mounted wall buckles.

Feeh’s swing carries through the gap she makes, forcing space where the ford was closed a heartbeat ago.

The soldiers on the far side falter, their horses crowding back from the crush, while the bell still tolls through the fog behind them.

For a moment, the road beyond the riders opens in sight, broken and wet under the mist.