The night was cool and silent, the dew of early autumn coating the grass in a filigree of glimmering drops and silver spiderwebs. A bright moon was peeking through a tattered veil of clouds, casting …
Each of us were finally in our ideal positions when Ragnvaldr gave the command to attack the marsh drakes surrounding our wagon. Angel rolled out of her seat where Tobih jumped over only a second …
Welcome back to CoT Translations! This week, we are going back into the Super Adventure Box for one last time. We’ll start from an important message from Moto. This message can be seen in …
Portage Hills was much greener than any other place we had encountered in our journey. On a small cliff was a haven – Marshwatch. Traders and vendors were set up until the sun had fallen, where they then packed up and moved inside the tower. As night fell, the number of people out had dwindled down to two guards manning the fortified gate.
We approached the gate, the two guards staring up at our driver. “I’d like to request passage into your haven for the night,” she said and it was the most polite thing I had ever heard from her. With a nod from one of the guards, they signaled for the gate to be opened.
Since this was a haven, our cart wouldn’t have to be checked. Many of these havens were set up across Tyria specifically to guard travelers and merchants and supply carriers. While most places catered to specific races, anything south of Lion’s Arch welcomed everyone. The lands were dangerous.
I am finding it easier to disassociate from some of my more base requirements, like eating – I do not feel hungry, but I still miss the taste of things, and even though I feel tired from time to time, sleep is no longer the complete rest I would have required with my original form. I wonder if this is a bad thing?
With as much stealth as I can possibly muster, so as not to wake my companions, I place a few pieces of wood onto the fire and watch as a shower of sparks soar skyward.
If the centaur attack on Ascalon Settlement had been a maelstrom of activity, the aftermath was a measured calm. It wasn’t until the threat was over that it occurred to me how accustomed to assault this town was. There was no panic over the damaged gates or the ravaged fields; the handful of wounded Seraph were taken to a medical tent with a minimum of fuss; and before an hour had passed, business in the settlement was returning to normal.
Which was when Blaise reappeared.
The Vigil Keep overlooks Gendarran Fields with a grim frown and a furrowed brow, looking for all the world like a troubled face. A distinct welt of mud weaves through the native long grass, avoiding small hillocks and protrusions of rock until it reaches a stone-built ramp that marks the Vigil’s influence. Scattered in a haphazard fashion near the foot of the ramp are a series of tents, which by the look of things were erected hastily and with little thought of organisation.
We make our way along the muddy route, joining a seemingly endless stream of refugees that have fled from Lion’s Arch. Occasionally, although I note with less frequency now as we approach the keep, a group of weary soldiers trot past with stretchers bearing the infirm, those that some are saying never made it out of the city in time and succumbed instead to a deadly toxin attack. Genni, Treen, Sadhira and Agnon have helped where they can and I have been left to the task of hauling a cart, along with its cargo of rescued possessions and two human children. The children seemed to be delighted by the idea of a Golem towing them along, and if anything, it certainly served as a distraction from the wholesale horror of the attack.
Running through a dense jungle is never a good idea, but now that I was running for my life, it was even worse. The shock of losing Graymane still echoed in my heart, making each step unsure. More than once, I caught myself from tripping over a root or rock.
The blasted Destroyer harpy was still on me.
Through the thick canopy I could hear the flapping of its wings which sounded like the roaring of a furnace. The heat it radiated pierced the green roof. Whenever the leaves parted to show a glimpse of the sky, I could see it tracking me. It was hell bent on my destruction: that much was clear.
Every step I took brought the creature closer to Silias and his tavern. I knew that I was bringing a flame to a kindling, but I had no idea where else I could run to. If I ran deeper into the jungle, it would follow me there as well, so what would I gain from that? Who knew what I could run into there. With my mind in turmoil, my paws just kept moving on and on, one step after the other.