Silas didn't need to look. The whistling of primitive arrows already filled the air. Bandits. This stretch of the river was notorious for them. They didn't want the flame; they wanted the supplies, the wood, and the gold Silas used to keep this floating death trap together. "Shields up!" Silas roared. "Brace the hull!"
They had no gold left for upgrades, their hull was compromised, and morale was shattered. But ahead, through the fog, Silas saw the faint, glowing blue marker of a riverside merchant camp. They just had to survive the rapids to reach it. Dreadful River Free Download
Kaelen looked at Silas with pure horror, but obeyed. They pulled hard on the heavy oars, fighting the pull of the water as the barge scraped violently against a submerged boulder. The sound of splintering wood echoed through the canyon. Water began to seep through the floorboards. Silas didn't need to look
"Keep rowing!" Silas commanded, his voice cracking. "We cannot stop! If the Flame goes out, the whole kingdom dies with him!" This stretch of the river was notorious for them