Yedan Derryg by Corporal Nobbs aka Luktarig
Inspired by the following section from Dust of Dreams by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen)
‘This land is consecrated for adjudication,’ the Forkrul Assail said. ‘I am named Repose.
Give me your name, seeker, that I may know you—‘
‘Before delivering judgement upon me?’
The tall, ungainly creature, naked and weaponless, cocked his head. ‘You are not alone.
You and your followers have brought discord to this land. Do not delay me—you cannot evade what hides within you. I shall be your truth.’
‘I am Yedan Derryg.’
The Forkrul Assail frowned. ‘This yields me no ingress – why is that? How is it you block me, mortal?’
I will give you that answer,’ Yedan replied, slipping down from his horse. He drew his sword.
Repose stared at him. ‘Your defiance is useless.’
Yedan advanced on him. ‘Is it? But, how can you know for certain? My name yields you no purchase upon my soul. Why is that?’
‘Explain this, mortal.’
‘My name is meaningless. It is my title that holds my truth. My title, and my blood.’
The Forkrul Assail shifted his stance, lifting his hands. ‘One way or another, I will know you, mortal.’
‘Yes, you will.’
Repose attacked, his hands a blur. But those deadly weapons cut empty air, as Yedan was suddenly behind the Forkrul Assail, sword chopping into the back of the creatures elongated legs, the iron edge cutting between each leg’s two hinged knees, severing the buried tendons – Repose toppled forward, arms flailing. Yedan chopped down a second time, cutting off the Assail’s left arm. Blue thin blood sprayed onto the ground.
‘I am Shake,’ Yedan said, raising his sword once more. ‘I am the Watch.’
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