The blood was everywhere. And bodies, and their severed limbs. Everywhere.
Roen rounded the boulder, jaw clenched, hand tight on the hilt of her blade. Her eyes immediately found the most imposing figure within the camp. He stood tall like a man, but unlike any she had ever seen, he had dark ebony horns protruding from the sides of his face, and equally dark scales that lined his jaw and cheek. His eyes seemed unnaturally green, especially when set against the grey and reddish hue of his complexion. His frame struck a towering silhouette, standing fulms above any she had ever known. She spied the metal pauldron upon his shoulder and noted his battle-ready stance, as well as the blood-streaked greatsword in his hand. It was obvious he posed the greatest threat here.
But that was not what made her tense up. Having a moment to spare--given that the warrior remained stock still even with his weapon drawn--Roen quickly scanned the scene at large. She could not help but notice the streaks of crimson that stained the icy ground beneath them, and beyond, the gruesome sight of severed body parts, unmistakably belonging to a Lalafell. The paladin then followed the appalling trail to spot another body, one that she recognized as the Highlander sellsword, laying faced down in a pool of dark blood.
All the signs of death seemed to originate from the ominous figure standing at the center of the camp. It was then that Roen also noted that some of his features could resemble that of a dragonkin. The word Dravanian flitted across her mind.
“We do not seek trouble,†he said, his voice gruff and low, like gravel sliding down a mountain side.
Roen‘s nostrils flared, her eyes widening with disbelief. “Is that what you told them before you cut them down?†The paladin glared up at the figure to try and size him up. Her grip on her sword tightened in expectation for an inevitable conflict. “One does not murder people and avoid trouble.â€
It was then that the paladin noticed the second figure. Perhaps it was because she had been preoccupied with a potential Dravanian killer. Or maybe it was the grisly scene within the camp of mutilated corpses. But Roen had missed the slight figure of a woman standing behind the one wielding the greatsword. But when she did see her... it made the paladin freeze.
The woman’s face, with her pale blonde hair and her green eyes, it was unmistakable.
“....Edda…?â€
Roen rounded the boulder, jaw clenched, hand tight on the hilt of her blade. Her eyes immediately found the most imposing figure within the camp. He stood tall like a man, but unlike any she had ever seen, he had dark ebony horns protruding from the sides of his face, and equally dark scales that lined his jaw and cheek. His eyes seemed unnaturally green, especially when set against the grey and reddish hue of his complexion. His frame struck a towering silhouette, standing fulms above any she had ever known. She spied the metal pauldron upon his shoulder and noted his battle-ready stance, as well as the blood-streaked greatsword in his hand. It was obvious he posed the greatest threat here.
But that was not what made her tense up. Having a moment to spare--given that the warrior remained stock still even with his weapon drawn--Roen quickly scanned the scene at large. She could not help but notice the streaks of crimson that stained the icy ground beneath them, and beyond, the gruesome sight of severed body parts, unmistakably belonging to a Lalafell. The paladin then followed the appalling trail to spot another body, one that she recognized as the Highlander sellsword, laying faced down in a pool of dark blood.
All the signs of death seemed to originate from the ominous figure standing at the center of the camp. It was then that Roen also noted that some of his features could resemble that of a dragonkin. The word Dravanian flitted across her mind.
“We do not seek trouble,†he said, his voice gruff and low, like gravel sliding down a mountain side.
Roen‘s nostrils flared, her eyes widening with disbelief. “Is that what you told them before you cut them down?†The paladin glared up at the figure to try and size him up. Her grip on her sword tightened in expectation for an inevitable conflict. “One does not murder people and avoid trouble.â€
It was then that the paladin noticed the second figure. Perhaps it was because she had been preoccupied with a potential Dravanian killer. Or maybe it was the grisly scene within the camp of mutilated corpses. But Roen had missed the slight figure of a woman standing behind the one wielding the greatsword. But when she did see her... it made the paladin freeze.
The woman’s face, with her pale blonde hair and her green eyes, it was unmistakable.
“....Edda…?â€
