A New Day

Fort Maru

Slowly but surely you all started to rise to the new day. The events of the last few days still heavy on all of your minds. Tarmen and Voah's capture at the hands of the mysterious and dangerous Neph-Kin, their hallucinations and paranoia while plotting their escape through miles of underground of abandoned and weird caves. Alexis and Gonyaul fight with the Naylmo in the ancient mausoleum and their meeting with the peculiar Tar. And finally, the death of one of your own at the hands of Wim. If not Tarmen and Voah's experience with the mould you might have found his story hard to believe.

Those of you that could started to prepare to return to Aquilo while others to go and collect Islana, Hunter and Alcuin. The mood in the camp was subdued and morose. Not one hour past sunrise, you all hear the thundering sound of hooves hitting the ground hard and several long piercing whistles across the morning air.

Through one of the crumbling walls of the fort you see a group of riders, maybe thirty or forty strong bearing down hard in your direction. A few of the riders are holding atlatls, bows, and start testing the range of their arrows and darts in your general direction.

Knowing that you are in no position nor state to face to such a large group you gather what you can, leaving behind anything non- essential, including Wim's wagon, mount your horses and ride as fast as you can back to Aquilo trying to put some distant between you and the war party.

Your welcome into Fang has clearly been outlived...