I noticed that foul druid calling in the dark powers. When the guards all started screaming, I knew I had to keep on moving. My job was done in the Citadel and I hate using this accursed magic. The magic that gives me a wild speed, that gives me boundless agility. It takes you so much from me.
For now, it is my necessary evil. The parasite in me, that helps me to complete my tasks.
I am use to the branches scratching across my face, hitting my body. I am use to finding the best footing and keeping an eye out for enemy or the wild beasts of nature.
This is the fiftieth high profile kill, I need the money to help my people. To help the lost, to protect the found.
Let’s regroup
I know it’s coming, that drop when the magical adrenaline filters out of my system and the shock to the body kicks in. I hate that feeling, but this accursed gift keeps me going in the worst of times.
Drevas just reaches the end of the forest line and a sudden drop of energy hits every bit of his body. First his one knee hits the ground, he stops as the other knee gives in and his body flops down.
Searing pain rips through his spine and the mark of this foul power pulse, as if it fills itself up. I need to get a replacement for this power, but first I have to help the others of The Found.
Time to go home
I woke up an hour or two later with a face full of dirt, after passing out prone on the soul. I take a moment to regroup, clear the dirt of my person and I take quick stock of my surroundings. “Okay, so West by North West is over there”, he thinks the himself as he stares across the forest clearing.
“Quite a lovely day really”, he mutters softly and reaches for a small pouch with some dried fruits and cured meat. Quickly finishing his lunch, he careful drinks from his pouch, ensuring that he as enough to reach the next creek or stream.
After his short respite, he readies his pack and gear and jogs across the clearing. Always careful to have some sort of cover to hide among and not to leave obvious tracks. Don’t break twigs, step into soft mud or step on plants that don’t recover quickly.
After 4hrs of careful movement, Drevas picked up the pace a bit. He knew the next stretch more intimately. He was almost parallel with a trade route and use to rob traders there when he was younger.
Now he and his community of The Found, merely ask for a donation and then they would be protected as they pass through their territory.
He was a mile away from one of his favourite camping points, when he noticed two figures already setting up in his space. Instead of dread, he found joy reaching the rusty parts of his old heart. He knew that only one of his people, would know how to get past the traps and pitfalls. He immediately when almost silent in his movement, lowered his profile in-between the bushes and knew he had an opportunity to teach.
