Gij sat on her ass, staring at the behemoth demon in open shock. She couldn't think, couldn't reason. Her mind was a horrified blank. Everything that she had worked for had led to this. And it was a sham. A trick. She looked at the people she'd brought here. They struggled against giant shadowy hands that held them tight. Some cried out in pain or anger. Some had their mouths covered by the inky fingers. This was her fault. These people were going to die.
"It Who Walks Between. That was..."
"Me." The monster answered, grinning. An impossible number of jagged teeth bristled from his mouth.
"It was all a set-up. The Script, these people... Why?"
Thirteen travelers stopped at a ledge on the side of a cliff. The pass narrowed here, turning in towards the mountain at a sharp upwards angle. It was full of rocks and debris. Gij hopped off of her skeletal raptor. The other twelve dismounted as well.
"The way from here will be treacherous. The mounts won't make it in the dark." Gij adjusted the ribbon holding her thick pink hair in a ponytail. She slid her simple wooden staff from its bindings on the raptor's back and turned towards the thin mountain pass.
"Will the mounts be safe?" Lorimie asked.
"As long as they don't jump off the edge, sure." Gij said without looking back.
"Deathknell is practically right below us. If one of the Forsaken saw us and followed--" Lorimie started again.
Aubrey climbed the rocks on the outer rim of the ogre compound, between the southernmost tower and the cliffside. He shimmied easily between the shear jagged boulders, and made his way silently to the tower. He crawled in between the large stone legs, and clung to the side, directly above one of the two ogres guarding the southern pass into the complex. Dressed in matte blacks and blues, he was just a dark shadow. As silent as a falling feather, he released his grip on the tower and kicked off of the rock. He unsheathed a dagger in mid-air, landed on the ogre like a child riding on his large father's shoulders, and deftly slashed the brute's throat. The other ogre in the pass heard a mumbling gurgle and turned to check on his partner. He was rewarded with a dagger thrown into his skull. Aubrey was at the dying ogre's side in a flash, helping him slowly to the ground to avoid a noisy crash. The elf retrieved his dagger and clicked
Day four, and they’re back outside of the house.
Xavior stands rigid as he stares up at it. Teague watches him carefully, noticing the flickers of emotion that cross over the other elf’s face. “I can’t do it.” The priest finally admits.
“Aye, ye can.”
“No, I can’t.”
Teague sighs. “Then there ain’t no point in stayin’. Ye wanna go back to the Temple?”
Even with its light color scheme, the Temple of the Moon was intimidating. Teague hated walking up the long slope to the open doors, his eyes drawn to the violet and gold tapestry beneath his feet. His boots were muddy, and he made note of the footprints he left behind on the floral pattern. Anaya would scold him if she knew. Teague smirked to himself and looked up in enough time to see the entrance drawing near. There were two sentinels poised on either side of the door, and with correct and polite words, Teague got past them easily enough. Inside, the Temple was crowded yet quiet. The tall statue in the center of the room was facing the sky, but Teague felt as if her eyes shifted to glare at the uninvited hunter.
Teague, Bubba and Anu laid heap atop some nameless hill in the Eastern Kingdoms. They had hiked for hours through the dense trees and slippery moss until even she no longer knew know where they were. His finger traced a cluster of stars in the northwesterly sky. "And wot do ye call that one?"
"Tha Hare." Anushin replied, and she was met with a look of craziness from the pirate. "What do you call it?"
"The Mop," he said confidently.
Anushin burst out into laughter. "Tha... Tha MOP? You're fucking kidding me."
It took a surprising amount of courage to knock on the door. Teague thought he would receive a punch straight to the jaw as soon as the block of iron swung open. Thankfully, the worst that he received was a sharp look. “What do you want?” Xavior snapped. Teague tried not to let his sly tongue get the best of him. He bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes swept over the other elf. Aye, it was probably a good thing that he had left his gorilla back at camp.
“I want ye to look into my ‘ead.”
Mother Cahmon Zandii'Aigo
World's End Tavern
Lower City, Shattrath
Azure Watch, Azuremyst Island