“You do not belong here… leave this place and never return!”
Before the young Tirones had an opportunity to respond, the dark-armored figure had summoned multiple globes of darkness – a blanket of shadow so deep, not even his Elven sight could penetrate. The mysterious figure who suddenly appeared before him moments before was now on full offensive – Raziel knew in the pit of his stomach he was up against something he could not defeat… not yet. As the dark figure drew his weapon, Tirones Sedna had no choice; retreat or be killed.
The summoned shadows swirled and hissed violently, as though alive from the will of the dark user. A cacophony of demonic squeals rang out among the forest as a fleshless, fiery horse-like creature stepped out from the nothingness of the void. The young soldier’s eyes opened wide in equal parts surprise and hesitation; how could he overcome such an obstacle? Alone, he couldn’t. Knowing full well the consequences that would follow if he stood his ground, the young Legionnaire turned and fled, sprinting as fast he could back to the border.
Inhale, two, three, four…
Exhale, two, three four…
The rhythm of the run was like clockwork to the soldier; a fresh breath on the left foot after every four steps. With this method, he knew he could focus long enough to make it back to the camp alive. Raziel’s breathing would shift the strain and weight of the run to the left side of his body, allowing him deeper breaths for additional stamina. The counting of one, two, three, four continued until the camp was in view – surprisingly, it didn’t take long with a controlled breathing approach. With a fierce determination, Raziel stormed towards the closest rest area and immediately started writing an updated report for his superiors.
*With the report officially sealed with the symbol of the Legion, Tirones Sedna hands the scroll over to one of the guards at Arbiter’s Stand, hoping that this approach will have a much better result than the last time..*
Before the young Tirones had an opportunity to respond, the dark-armored figure had summoned multiple globes of darkness – a blanket of shadow so deep, not even his Elven sight could penetrate. The mysterious figure who suddenly appeared before him moments before was now on full offensive – Raziel knew in the pit of his stomach he was up against something he could not defeat… not yet. As the dark figure drew his weapon, Tirones Sedna had no choice; retreat or be killed.
The summoned shadows swirled and hissed violently, as though alive from the will of the dark user. A cacophony of demonic squeals rang out among the forest as a fleshless, fiery horse-like creature stepped out from the nothingness of the void. The young soldier’s eyes opened wide in equal parts surprise and hesitation; how could he overcome such an obstacle? Alone, he couldn’t. Knowing full well the consequences that would follow if he stood his ground, the young Legionnaire turned and fled, sprinting as fast he could back to the border.
Inhale, two, three, four…
Exhale, two, three four…
The rhythm of the run was like clockwork to the soldier; a fresh breath on the left foot after every four steps. With this method, he knew he could focus long enough to make it back to the camp alive. Raziel’s breathing would shift the strain and weight of the run to the left side of his body, allowing him deeper breaths for additional stamina. The counting of one, two, three, four continued until the camp was in view – surprisingly, it didn’t take long with a controlled breathing approach. With a fierce determination, Raziel stormed towards the closest rest area and immediately started writing an updated report for his superiors.
To Be Addressed By The Order of Centurio Twilight
Kythorn 18
During my patrol in the forest on this day, I, Tirones Sedna, came across a peculiar circumstance. Enclosed in this report are my findings and my current speculations towards the situation.
· 14th Hour, Kythorn 18th – Rumors of undead presence in Viridale border camp circulating, will acquire necessary provisions and investigate.
· 16th Hour, Kythorn 18th – Undead presence verified, haunted road seems to lead to some kind of strange ruins.
· 17th Hour, Kythorn 18th – Undead presence being defended by unknown threat, appears to be humanoid. Strength of threat is great; abilities include conjuration of magical darkness and demonic cohorts.
This being’s power is unlike anything I’ve seen before, Sir. Despite my warnings, he still threatened and attacked me. I’d like to request additional support for this area, the forest has become exceptionally unsafe for travelers. The presence of demons, undead, and now their humanoid servants cannot be denied any further. I fear what this may become if this threat is ignored. I look forward to hearing from you with great urgency, Sir.
-Tirones Raziel Sedna
*With the report officially sealed with the symbol of the Legion, Tirones Sedna hands the scroll over to one of the guards at Arbiter’s Stand, hoping that this approach will have a much better result than the last time..*
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