Cursing he entered the unknown territories, the dreaded witchhunters forced him to open
a sealed rune, and yet he felt different, but could not lay notion why or what.
The moment he stepped into here with the hot breath of the hunters in his back everything
went wrong.
The soggy swamp swallowed his boots, so he fell on his face in the mud. He could hear his
persuers laugh, as they readied themself to jump after him, but in their eagerness they
forgot gates could be closed too. He closed the gate while one of the witchhunters
was halfway through the gate and the half body landed on top of him, covering him with
the goo of the hunter and pressing him deeper into the rotten wastelands.
The moment he got up and realised he was somewhere in a place he did not know
and he could not determine the weird smells either, almost like he was on a different
planet. He looked around and noticed a town in the distant. The rune nearly dropped him
inside a river, imagine how it would have ended then!
Quickly he searched for a way to cross the river, as he had no means to defend himself.
He could not take his reagents or spellbook with him. He saw a floating log and decided
to jump into the water and use it to try to make it to the other side.
The last thing he remembered were the thoughts of his friends, and if they would escape
from the witch hunters as well...
When Alkazar woke, he was in a room, and nurtured by the Lady of the Lake,
Priestess of Avalon, who helped him understand the way of nature and of druidry
through the shrine of virtues. All he could think about was to get well,
to learn as much as he could, and then try to find a way back to search for his
companions.
a sealed rune, and yet he felt different, but could not lay notion why or what.
The moment he stepped into here with the hot breath of the hunters in his back everything
went wrong.
The soggy swamp swallowed his boots, so he fell on his face in the mud. He could hear his
persuers laugh, as they readied themself to jump after him, but in their eagerness they
forgot gates could be closed too. He closed the gate while one of the witchhunters
was halfway through the gate and the half body landed on top of him, covering him with
the goo of the hunter and pressing him deeper into the rotten wastelands.
The moment he got up and realised he was somewhere in a place he did not know
and he could not determine the weird smells either, almost like he was on a different
planet. He looked around and noticed a town in the distant. The rune nearly dropped him
inside a river, imagine how it would have ended then!
Quickly he searched for a way to cross the river, as he had no means to defend himself.
He could not take his reagents or spellbook with him. He saw a floating log and decided
to jump into the water and use it to try to make it to the other side.
The last thing he remembered were the thoughts of his friends, and if they would escape
from the witch hunters as well...
When Alkazar woke, he was in a room, and nurtured by the Lady of the Lake,
Priestess of Avalon, who helped him understand the way of nature and of druidry
through the shrine of virtues. All he could think about was to get well,
to learn as much as he could, and then try to find a way back to search for his
companions.