To Die Alone

  To die alone is a sad thing, but a fact of my life or death, whichever. I am sent out on a scouting mission. I am well suited for it, as a stealth archer. Being a vampire, death is an ever-present aspect that I often use to my advantage. It wasn’t much of a surprise to run across a large group of our enemies, as I  made my way back to Chalman Keep. Two of them didn’t make it to the keep,  though I know that their comrades probably resurrected them. No skin off my  nose; it slowed the group a little as they looked for me.  I made it to the Keep before the main horde and stealthed up on the wall near  the gate. A flicker of movement in the gatehouse told me another person was in  there; the flare of light told me that oil pots were being lit. Looking out  across the field, I could see the dust of the approaching horde.   I looked behind me and checked the siege engines that were set up, making  sure they would operate with no glitch...