La'Lac'nala
Jan 9, 2022 21:50:42 GMT 10
Post by carasharr on Jan 9, 2022 21:50:42 GMT 10
It seems a lifetime since her own training and rites of passage. For races not so long lived as she, like humans, it HAS been a lifetime. The world has changed in ways she does not yet understand. Watching La'Strall track a hill giant, she calls out softly, " Watch your head. They like to throw rocks .... BIG rocks. "
Scanning the way ahead for any sign of trouble, she can't help but notice that the trail had not been used in a very long time. No tradesmen dare travel this way. The scourge are relentless on their destructive path. Many have fallen in their wake. Many have gone into hiding, seeking shelter from the endless storm of bloodshed.
The loss of so many of the most seasoned fighters has been noticed.
Deep in the bowels of the world, where nightmares are born, there is a stirring. Those who destroyed Underdark Central are now weak. Their numbers are few. The scourge have done much of the work, turning the tables back in dark favor once more. Old bones clack against ancient stone in the city of the dead. Whispers of revenge, and war, mingle with the sounds of old forges being made new . The ringing of hammers echo through the deep caverns of Drow mines.
