Behind him on the deck lay the King’s Eternal Flame, a glowing, pulsing artifact contained in a heavy iron cage. It was the only thing that could save the capital from the encroaching frozen blight, and Silas had sworn an oath to deliver it. The problem wasn't the artifact; it was the river itself.
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. Dreadful River Free Download
"Riders on the right bank!" yelled Kaelen, the crew's scout, pointing a trembling finger toward the jagged cliffs. Behind him on the deck lay the King’s