AntiSaneDesciple
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The odd glow took form and then was gone. There was nothing left save the two teenage children. The young man would resemble none that any would remember, the girl was a smoothed female version of Matron Aranor, her build showed it as well. The boy must favor his mother. Their faces were masks, however inside they were toil and conflict. Moments ago they had been standing outside of a Tavern in Bakarne with its death smell and decay. The horrors of that place around every corner and literally beneath every stone. The next moment they were here...where is here?
"Where are we Sarah...." The young mans voice was confident yet startled.
"I dont know Theron. What are these green things?" She spoke solidly as well however the question was very real, she pointed at the trees with her shield hand.
Theron stood there mouth agape with wonder. His athletic stance was ready, a spring coiled to release. The place they were raised was nothing as lush and alive as this place. The air smelled clean and pure here compared to what the air in the nightmare realm Bakarne had smelled like. The pureness here, the brightness of the place almost turned both of their stomachs.
Sarah stood much more solid than her brother, planted, grounded...FIRM. Her shield brought up to keep the blazing infernal ball of brightness that lived in the sky here from blinding her, longsword at the ready. Fighting back the urge to empty her stomach she would not allow the sweet smell of life in this place to be ruined by her sicking up. A slight grin threatened to crack the stoic look upon her face as she noticed the slightest movement just to the left.
"Brother, we are not alone." Her voice almost whispered, as she drew Theron's attention to the wolf creature that had appeared moments ago. There would be no reading her expression, it was the same always. She was ready, she was iron....that voice in her head told her that something was different about this wolf!
"The bloody hell Sarah! That mangy welp is nothing like the hell hounds of Bakarne!"
"This is different Theron, stay your tongue and be ready...."
Sarah's eyes never left Nalya, however Theron's head remained on a swivel. Speculating that demons and beasts of the night could show up from any one of the shadows in this place...and would!
The odd glow took form and then was gone. There was nothing left save the two teenage children. The young man would resemble none that any would remember, the girl was a smoothed female version of Matron Aranor, her build showed it as well. The boy must favor his mother. Their faces were masks, however inside they were toil and conflict. Moments ago they had been standing outside of a Tavern in Bakarne with its death smell and decay. The horrors of that place around every corner and literally beneath every stone. The next moment they were here...where is here?
"Where are we Sarah...." The young mans voice was confident yet startled.
"I dont know Theron. What are these green things?" She spoke solidly as well however the question was very real, she pointed at the trees with her shield hand.
Theron stood there mouth agape with wonder. His athletic stance was ready, a spring coiled to release. The place they were raised was nothing as lush and alive as this place. The air smelled clean and pure here compared to what the air in the nightmare realm Bakarne had smelled like. The pureness here, the brightness of the place almost turned both of their stomachs.
Sarah stood much more solid than her brother, planted, grounded...FIRM. Her shield brought up to keep the blazing infernal ball of brightness that lived in the sky here from blinding her, longsword at the ready. Fighting back the urge to empty her stomach she would not allow the sweet smell of life in this place to be ruined by her sicking up. A slight grin threatened to crack the stoic look upon her face as she noticed the slightest movement just to the left.
"Brother, we are not alone." Her voice almost whispered, as she drew Theron's attention to the wolf creature that had appeared moments ago. There would be no reading her expression, it was the same always. She was ready, she was iron....that voice in her head told her that something was different about this wolf!
"The bloody hell Sarah! That mangy welp is nothing like the hell hounds of Bakarne!"
"This is different Theron, stay your tongue and be ready...."
Sarah's eyes never left Nalya, however Theron's head remained on a swivel. Speculating that demons and beasts of the night could show up from any one of the shadows in this place...and would!