Silas gritted his teeth, his mind racing through a brutal calculation. If they stopped to pull him out, the current would push the barge directly into the Spearhead Rocks. If they kept moving, the boy was dead.
"Riders on the right bank!" yelled Kaelen, the crew's scout, pointing a trembling finger toward the jagged cliffs. Dreadful River Free Download
They had no gold left for upgrades, their hull was compromised, and morale was shattered. But ahead, through the fog, Silas saw the faint, glowing blue marker of a riverside merchant camp. They just had to survive the rapids to reach it. Silas gritted his teeth, his mind racing through
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!" "Riders on the right bank