Truth in a Dark Place RPG

[Sophia the Thunder Mistress]

Calimir had lain low during the fighting, stirking out with his dagger should anyone come close. He thought he had killed three, maybe four, but he couldn't tell.

When everything had calmed down a bit more, Calimir watched with sharp eyes. Turthol had one of the attackers at the point of his sword. Enien rushed over, with Rangar only a step behind. "No!" he heard Rangar cry as Turthol went to slay the man. Wren was missing, the three reasoned, we must question him, make sure we've searched everywhere for her.

Turthol looked unconvinced. "What are we supposed to do? Bring him with us?"

"Have mercy," Calimir said softly. But it was to no avail, as Turthol plunged his blade into the man. Calimir shuddered in horror as he watched the man die. He stared keenly at the ranger, Turthol, as he pushed the blade past the man's body and into the ground.

What kind of journey had he gotten into? Calimir wondered as he turned away from the grotesque scene. I wanted to travel and see this world. He leaned heavily against a tree, running his fingers across its rough bark. This galadhremmin ennorath... he thought, recalling the words to the old song. But here he was, it seemed, beneath a death-horror after all. A tiro nin, Fanuilos... he thought, echoing the words of the song once more. A sharp voice brought him out of his musings.

""Rave, Calmir, Tareth. Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren." It was Rangar calling. Calimir straightened abruptly. Joining the others he headed for the woods from which the wild men had appeared. His sharp eyes scanned the ground for signs of a struggle. Surely if Wren was captured she wouldn't allow herself to be dragged off helplessly. The irony of that picture hit Calimir and he managed a small smile. No, unless Wren was unconscious she would not go quietly. But as Calimir's eyes raked the ground the tracker saw no signs of struggling. He frowned. Where had she gone?