jmucchiello
Hero
The faen lurks in the shadows on the small hilltop at the edge of town, watching the militia muster. Somewhere, she thinks, there is a leader who created that illusion. Someone arranged for these goblins to get here and attack. That someone should show up soon. When that someone gets here, I'll be ready. Until then, I have to stay out sight or I will be useless when that someone arrives.
The occasional scream of terror that drifts to her keen ears from the town grates on her resolve to stay out of sight. No, no, that big half-orc fellow and the other militia can handle it, she tells herself. Do not react to emotion, she thinks. Rash thoughts get people killed in these situations.
The occasional scream of terror that drifts to her keen ears from the town grates on her resolve to stay out of sight. No, no, that big half-orc fellow and the other militia can handle it, she tells herself. Do not react to emotion, she thinks. Rash thoughts get people killed in these situations.