Fantasy & Sci-Fi
Albinor Chronicles Chapter 31
"The Daro Horde"
By Marcus Pan
August 4, 007
Hard times breed hard people. People with a will to survive
at all costs. Hard times have fallen on the Republic of Darokin and the fate of
the country is in risk of toppling off of the brink of oblivion. The Republic
of Darokin is in the midst of a great depression. A situation that has cost the
citizenry such necessities as homes, food and family. Gold is short and
businesses have shut down due to losses in revenue. Aye, the depression has
cost the people plenty. And among them are sanity and lives.
Crossroads is a small town that has grown on the spot where
the Cross and Selenica Trails meet. It is a thriving town where weary travelers
can find shelter in it's inns and wash the dust from their lips in it's pubs. A
cheery, jovial place it is.
August the fourth dawned brisker than 'tis usual, so the
people stoked the firepits and built a haven of warmth. The ten knights of
Darokin could be seen walking amongst the townsfolk, easily distinguishable in
oiled chains. The swords that hung from their belts were rarely unsheathed. A
drunk townsman or trouble-making traveler was all they had to make their days.
Even these were few. Aye, 'twas a boring town as most towns go. Smoke wafted to
the clouds as the day wore on to lunchtime, all well in Crossroads of
A large cloud of dust rose to the sky eastward, denoting a
large passage on the trail. The knights gathered and looked. 'Twas a group of
men. They had clad themselves in oiled leather and girded their waists with
longblades. Upon their chests was an unknown sigil, but one that did not give
feeling of goodwill. 'Twas a skull through which a dagger was pierced. And the
men were numbered nearly a hundred.
The ten Darokin knights reacted quickly as the horde
approached. The people of Crossroads took up arms and rallied beneath the
knights. A great battle ensued. It was over quickly, the strange and evil horde
This group of men, formed of angry citizens of Darokin, was
not the only one. They popped up all over Darokin. They say depression moves
people to rebel and the new Daro Horde is proof.
Aye, 'tis their name the Daro Horde. Factions foam all
across the Republic of Darokin and they number over four hundred strong. They
are easily distinguishable in their painted leather emblazoned with the pierced
skull. They have no laws save the spoken words of the Daro Queen, an old woman.
She is also known as Master Thief Sharri Whisperwalk of Akesoli, previous
guildmistress of the Akesoli Thieve's Guild. Her word is scripture to the
Other battles ensued after the ravaging takeover of
Crossroads, but nothing seems to stop the Daro Horde's rampage of destruction.
Darokin's army stands a quarter less than that of the horde and they have lost
two battles already against the deranged hordesmen. Darokin is on it's knees.
If the Republic of Darokin falls, the middle of the civilized lands of Albinor
falls to the Wilde. The Principalities of Glantri and elvenlands of Alfeim and
Drow will find themselves cut off from civilized contact and isolated by the
Wilde. Great distress will be caused. This is the power and problems that the
Daro Horde could cause. As they say, hard and desperate times breed hard and