Death - Horse off cliff

The Riders now stood on a thick lip of what might have been stone, or might have been desiccated, rigid flesh, protruding from the face of the cliff. It was part of a large network of ledges and tunnels they had just scouted, and which might as well have been carved specifically for their purposes: defensible, low enough to see the plains below even through the murk, and with as broad a view as one could possibly hope for. They could not have asked for a better base camp from which to launch their wider efforts.

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“I see.” Azrael didn’t sound especially thrilled with the arrangement. “Tell me, can your steeds make the leap to the ground from this high up?”
The Riders both started briefly at the sudden non sequitur. “Um, yes,” War said. “I wouldn’t want to risk it from much higher, but yes. The trouble was getting them down to the ledge and the tunnels in the first place.”
Azrael nodded. “The same wards that prevent us from entering this realm, save at specific points, prevent you from dismissing them and summoning them as you normally would.”

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Chapter 20