Arminius Dialectical Journal

strides to quiet the ground under his feet. Fortunately, the leaves were damp from days of rain, lessening the crinkling and crunching of his footsteps.
No sooner than Joth got to within fifty-feet of the watchtower, Leutgard, Tolki and the Roman legionary riders appeared to be leaving their meeting place together.
As Joth slowed, Arminius caught up and nearly tackling him. “What in the name of the North Gods are you doing?” he demanded.
“They’re all leaving! It’s our last chance!” he exclaimed, nearly loud enough for the Romans to hear.
Arminius let go of Joth and stepped back. “How are you with that framea, Joth of Targanchi?” he whispered.
“Watch,” Joth replied, confidently. He held up one spear and then took a moment to feel the wind direction with his free hand.
The riders were turning around

And Arminius returned with the answers about his strange behavior that everyone in the encampment eagerly sought. It was the afternoon on the second day since the Romans left the garrison and the situation had become quite fluid. Arminius and Falken the Elder summoned all of the tribal leaders to a meeting in the center of the camp to plan their next move. Arminius recounted the contents of the scroll, Leutgard’s betrayal and his subsequent execution at the hands of Joth from Targanchi. Near them, a fire had been started and high priestess Azrika sought the oracle of her tribal people for the ultimate question; if they proceed, will Arminius be successful.
Azrika cast sulfur, the stone that burns, into the fire. She stepped back from the small explosion and then studied the colorful sparks and smoke. “The betrayal was not complete,” she proclaimed. “And Caesar will wander blind and impotent as the forest lay at his feet. And on days four and mainly three, Caesar will not find reprieve, but he’ll instead drown in blood deeper than the