MIRKWOOD RPG

[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya held her bow close to her, the arrow fitted neatly in the now taut string. She shivered against the cold and looked over at Taraphiel. She shook violently, from either the grey early morning chill or fear. Anarya soon began to shake as well then looked up into the sky again. It was beginning to lighten in the east, yellow as cream casing the black and silver blue to flee withe th rest of night into the west. No one dared to breathe.

"What were they?" Anarya spoke when she finally felt as though she could move.

"I know not," Answered Rudhchamion slowly, as if it pained him.

"Let us leave this place," Khelek said turning his pale blue eyes to the sun, "It reeks of the evil that has passed"