A Hunt Resumes In The Forest..

[Treshure 5817]

 

 

Three figures emerge into a clearing in the woods. They are heavily cloaked, crossbows are held by all three of them. The twilight moon shows above head, and the woods are menacing, showing eery features. But that is theirs, tonight. For the hunt resumes.

 

They are sprinting, crashing through the trees with relative ease. Cross-bolts are loaded, and a loud twang can be heard, all three hitting their target, a small figure sprinting from them. It impales him in the leg, a large scream going out of the forest. A desperate act, so in vain. A fireball is flung, and a bright blue flash of light is seen, the fireball disappearing into the depths of the void. A heavy mist surrounds the mage, screams of crying and sobbing coming from him. Smashing of bones can be heard, as the pleading voice comes down to a whimper.

 

"Please.." It can be heard. A sickening twist of a blade can be heard, and all falls silent. In the morning, all that is left is a smashed staff and blood marks around the premise. An eye is carved into the wood, reading: "Beware, the Fallen rest."  If you chose to look up, a hooded figure watches you from afar. It disappears out of sight, for they are watching.

 

We are always watching.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

One of the figures raises an eyebrow, looking to the one who made the bright flash. "You were not lying when you said this stuff works." He nods to them once, and continues on with them.

[Evilbanana5757 154]

Far, far away, sitting in some tavern, Gil'ead looks up. He sniffs the air for a moment, frowning.

 

"It's as if I feel someone's.... out to get me..."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.