Ok folks,here's the true sequel to 'Mountain Hold' I'm still writing it right now but have a few chapters I can launch on here for now. This is book two of the Terra's Edge Series (book 1 being Mountain Hold). It's PAW fiction like the last book and I hope you like it. Believe me this is going to raise a few eye-brows as I don't shy away from things like realistic violence, clashes and intrigues... For those that are unfamiliar with my work here's a taste: Previously The action in Warlords Rising picks up after a failed assault by the bad guys on Tonswater, they've been given a beating by the mountain and townsfolks and a few survivors are now away licking their wounds... Warlords Rising Terra's Edge Chronicles Volume 2 By Tyler Danann COPYRIGHT TYLER DANANN 2014 The Monkey Boards Edition This is a work of fiction. All the Characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. Prologue The maimed officer called Samze Reyborse climbed the mountain trail before him. Two loyal and marked raiders struggled to keep up behind him and off to his left Eliza Garcia, his scout was starting to lose hope. The rest of his force waited at the pick-ups and watched in mute silence. It had been a week following the debacle of Tonswater. The failure to succeed had cost them dearly, all Reyborse's plans were in tatters and now he had to face the music. His ruined arm had been bound tight but with a broken-bone it was unlikely to mend properly, not unless he could find help. The raider city of Redmond was in disarray, with Charrak dead and most of his army either slain or missing there was nothing left to hold them together. Like a pack of rabid dogs tearing at a corpse the city descended into familiar anarchy. Reyborse and his companions drove around the city and carried on south until the gas tank was nearly empty. He had a chance but it was a slim one. At the top of the hill he opened up his back-pack awkwardly with his good hand. Removing a special item he felt the glass gingerly. He only had one chance to find a sanctuary and the map-glass effects would only last for a few minutes. Removing his helmet and Jatimatic sub-machine gun he sat down cross-legged. Then facing the west and the imposing sun he smashed open the map-glass. The two liquid compounds mixed and mingled giving off a lurid vapor. He inhaled the fumes deeply. First there was a pinging pain from his skull, then a numbness throughout his body. As the lucid effects began to take root his mind and conciousness began loosen from the pain of his injuries and bonds of the flesh. He ascended a few feet saw the multi-dimensional landscape to the west giving him clues and pointers. Within thirty seconds he saw the signs he was looking for and found the underground passageway signs. It wasn't far from Crescent Peak and only half-way up with a deer-trail leading there. Flying along towards it he plotted the passage-route required to get to the entrance. As his life-force swam out the scent of revenge lingered on and on. Those who had defied him would pay eternally alongside his hated foe the Soliters. He'd previously watched from afar as the siege of Tonswater ended with the deaths of both his most prized assets; Shieda, his warrior-mistress and Zeneth a Diresyn warrior. Down below where from he'd hiked to Elisha Garcia, the raider lord's former mistress, could hear the mutterings of the other Wolfhound raiders. Not all were 'marked' and sworn and since her lord's death their loyalty to Reyborse, who some saw as only an advisor was stretched indeed. A few minutes passed. Quin Algerson, an 'unmarked' warrior could take no more waiting and began ranting. “This is ****ing stupid! What has he brought us to the mountains of nowhere for?” He ranted obnoxiously. “Redmond is ripe for a takeover with Charrak dead. But he drags us here so he can get high!” “You watch your tongue Quin and remember who the master is around here.” Garcia said coldly to him. “Well baby, I never took not stupid mark-chip and neither did Taylor!” Algerson said gesturing to his buddy who nodded defiantly. “And I think with that shot-up arm of his and now getting stoned up on a hill it's time for a new leader round here.” Algerson spat. He turned back to look upwards again just in time to see the Isier coming down towards them. Reyborse's Jatimatic spat lead and Algerson's head and neck were shredded apart instantly. As his body crumbled and rolled down the hill the Isier slung the weapon as if he'd merely plinked a few tin cans from a fence in boredom. A few of the wavering ones looked down at the ugly red smear in the ground and the human wreckage at the bottom of the hill. “Follow me or follow him.” He said bluntly to the others. Not a man dared speak out now. “Elisha bring up the rear, we have a trek ahead of us.” He said to her. Any notion of mutiny or uprising buried the eight men and one woman moved into the mountains in the direction of Crescent Peak. Reyborse moved with a smile on his cruel thin lips, he was a patient man and revenge was a slow business afterall.