Pages

Showing posts with label Lower Silverwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lower Silverwood. Show all posts

Saturday, 11 February 2012

2.05 - Fire Rifts

On the surface, everything in Silverwood appeared as it had 20 years ago.  The forest was just as lush and vibrant as it always had been.  Yet something lying just under the surface disturbed her.   Anneleigh could not put her finger on exactly what had changed but could feel it in the air as she walked from tree to tree deep in the woods.  There were fewer animals, to be sure, and those that Anneleigh did come across seemed strange, almost unnatural.  There was also a peculiar heat that never truly seemed to dissipate. 


Saturday, 4 February 2012

2.03 - Specter of Maelforge

“Osteneer is dead?” Catelyn asked when Anneleigh returned to her a few moments later.  “This is excellent news.  We will have many battles against the Defiants at this place in the coming years, but you will be remembered as the hero who won the first.”

Anneleigh smiled.  “Very kind praise for very little work.  It was the Vigil, not I, who slain the commander.”

Catelyn nodded and smiled.  “You do the work of the Vigil, Anneleigh.  The honor goes to you.”

Catelyn’s words were drowned out by a commotion over the nearest ridge.  As both elves turned to see what had caused the disturbance, Catelyn spoke.

Saturday, 28 January 2012

2.02 - Founder's Threshold

“The others live.”  Anneleigh exclaims.  “I was not told.  This is wonderful news.”  She beams from ear to ear.  “Captain, we cannot fail now. I am a single hunter, but see now how the Vigil blesses their chosen.”

“We’re not victorious yet.  The others from the bridge seem to have fallen unconscious in the blast.”

Saturday, 21 January 2012

2.01 - The Ascended Returns

Anneleigh pressed her hands to her ears to muffle the sound, closed her eyes and counted to 10, shook her head; nothing would rid the sound of battle from her ears.  Finally, she was forced to concede the trauma of the events of the last few days would say with her.

She gathered her bearings and started forward, knowing if she went around this out crop of land she would leave this small alcove and find the wide open Silverwood.  It was only after three or four steps that she noticed the messenger of the Vigil.  Relieved, she approached the being.