Moving swiftly, longbow held close to his body, Maltris continued to backtrack the incoming forces. Staying to the shadows and cover of the wilderness, the Elf keeps a wary eye on the slowly tapering advance. After some time, and a few close calls the Ranger finally arrives at the source.
Well away from the city, hidden deep in the woods a large ritual circle glows with a sullen inner light. Moving carefully around the clearing, Maltris examines the runes from afar, sticking to the cover lest the caster or casters return. As a careful, but distant examination yields little result, the Elf carefully notches an arrow, preparing to move closer.
Before he can move closer, a feminine voice behind him asks in Ilithic “Runes are dull, any thoughts?” Leaping in the air in surprise, Maltris lands with an oath on his lips, arrow half drawn in his bow. Casually pushing the arrow aside with the her blade, Sendithu looks past Maltris to another unnoticed Elven figure. “Jumpy, isn’t he?”.
Clad in nightmare black leathers, and hidden in a shadowsilk cloak, longbow in hand, the second Ranger glances at the pair “To be fair, I imagine we managed to slip up on him.” Eyes shifting to the clearing he points a gloved hand before shifting deeper into cover. “We’ve company.”
Well away from the city, hidden deep in the woods a large ritual circle glows with a sullen inner light. Moving carefully around the clearing, Maltris examines the runes from afar, sticking to the cover lest the caster or casters return. As a careful, but distant examination yields little result, the Elf carefully notches an arrow, preparing to move closer.
Before he can move closer, a feminine voice behind him asks in Ilithic “Runes are dull, any thoughts?” Leaping in the air in surprise, Maltris lands with an oath on his lips, arrow half drawn in his bow. Casually pushing the arrow aside with the her blade, Sendithu looks past Maltris to another unnoticed Elven figure. “Jumpy, isn’t he?”.
Clad in nightmare black leathers, and hidden in a shadowsilk cloak, longbow in hand, the second Ranger glances at the pair “To be fair, I imagine we managed to slip up on him.” Eyes shifting to the clearing he points a gloved hand before shifting deeper into cover. “We’ve company.”
