Harolas and Culloth trudged through the thick, dark foliage that populated the rocky foothills of the larger hills looming over the forest from where they had come. Following the faint tracks made by the caravan that supposedly held captive the missing members of their party.
Culloth insisted that none of this be told to her brother, because she felt he was in no condition to go on a rescue mission. Though she regretted leaving him with that woman, Tumnaooriel. She looked too alarmingly like Fiona, that every time Culloth saw her, all the sadness in her life came rushing out of the dark recesses of her mind and flooded her senses and judgment.
The structure they found was well hidden, amidst the craggy surface of the hillside and Harolas was sure that this was where they would find their friends. Initially the elf had objected to their embarking on this rescue attempt without Bulvard, but then he realized that Culloth and he were the only two people in this party who didn’t sport any injuries or ailments.
Bulvard was constantly troubled, Tumnaooriel was in no shape to be a warrior and though Gwyn was, she was severely injured. There was no sign of Aiwyn.
Besides an elf was in danger, and it was his duty to aid her. Especially since she was someone whom he regarded as special.
Unknowning of Calixto’s true nature and the present status of thier companions, the two able warriors, stealthily made their way toward the foreboding estate of the evil sorcerer and elf lord, Aravelenon.
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[ November 26, 2002: Message edited by: Cimmerian ]
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