Boar's Rush

The boar may rush at Branalph -- a warrior of the First Age, yet also a modern-day warrior -- perilously close to what Men call Rivendell, but Branalph has already calculated his swing. Beneath the trees of the High Moor, the last of the moving pictures in the boar's small brain will be the caress of steel -- unless Arradril can make time stand still and plant her arrow closer to the heart. Telpenaro, maybe, will prepare the flesh for the feast at yestarë, the eve of the new year -- but the Hammerites are inveterate gamblers, so Branalph will likely carve some dice and roll the bones.

Screenshot by Arradril's player