from this weeks #dnd game it's story time from the #diary of my #character Valenia
we have entered the mountains in search of the trolls, the sudden snow storms are becoming more frequent and it's getting harder to navigate, the storms should have passed by now right?
as we headed up the hills we began to lose our way a bit so Caeluma headed above the tree line to get a sense of where we were, sadly they attracted the attention of some flying beasts, as the sound of leathery wings came close i thought a dragon had come to feast then i seen the tails, huge stingers upon long slender tails, wyverns.
A mother and 2 broodlings by the look of them, the screech as they descended as was deafening,
before we knew what was happening Caeluma was falling towards the ground, unconscious, i see their descent slow as kerne cast a spell of featherfall, i turn to see one of the youths upon me, quicker than i knew what to do, it's bite through my armour and into my flesh, and then the sting of a venom trying to enter my blood stream from it's stinger in my leg, i pull away before the venom takes hold and land two heavy arrow blows into it's exposed torso,
i can hear Thorin burst his calm demeanour as his rage takes hold the sound of his axe slicing through the air, wielding and cleaving like Grommash himself, the flash of spells and magic so familiar but so distant flash as i start to feel a new sensation creeping in a gentle voice of the forest, like a mothers love, warm and welcoming and yet full of vengeance, i try to push it down but all i can think is Caeluma is dead and the voice plays on that, my anger swelling from something primal,
i fight it, "not now, not here"
i see a glimpse of thorin tearing the sky asunder with his axe,
again i feel a stinger hit me, a primal growl exits my lips as i grit my teeth as the poison attempts to take hold again.
i can hear it calling me, willing me to let go and protect the wilds, something wants me to be it's protector these lands, no this world, nature wants me to be a guardian,
then as i struggle against myself the wyverns are all dead, the fog is clearing, "what was that, why did i feel free, i need to sleep, i need food,
oh god Caeluma!" i rush over my tears rushing down my face, anger pushing my heartbeat faster, they're alive, "thank Grommash"
we found a small abandoned hut with a cellar, this will do for the night, a small fire keeps us warm, Arwen looks exhausted, his healing is a gift from the gods and without him, well lets not think about that, a quick nap before my watch, yes sounds good.
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