"Riders on the right bank!" yelled Kaelen, the crew's scout, pointing a trembling finger toward the jagged cliffs.
"Keep rowing!" Silas commanded, his voice cracking. "We cannot stop! If the Flame goes out, the whole kingdom dies with him!" Dreadful River Free Download
Dreadful River was a game of desperate choices, but Captain Silas Vance had run out of them. He stood at the stern of the rickety wooden barge, his knuckles white against the steering oar as the relentless current pulled them deeper into the mist. "Riders on the right bank
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!" If the Flame goes out, the whole kingdom dies with him
As the arrows finally stopped raining down, a thick silence fell over the gorge, broken only by the roar of approaching rapids. Silas looked down at his map, then up at the darkening sky. Night was falling, and the river's most dangerous inhabitants only hunted in the dark.