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Handsome Knights - Mid-afternoon, Tagging: Andur
“That is a good plan, the best we have now certainly. Once we have weakened the castle defences and explored a bit, we can aim to catch the vampire off guard. It will likely be our only hope. Too careless, we die, but too slow, and it will likely be the same,” Ashlyn agrees, but further tactical discussion is cut short when the swamp monster emerges.
Andur retreats, not wishing to fight such a creature, and Ashlyn follows, a little slower and more clumsy in her heavy armour. The beast lumbers after the pair, its movements slow, but it can swim through the deeper pools. As long as the pair can cut a relatively straight path through the waterlogged ground, they can outpace it, but it catches up to them whenever they must skirt the larger bodies of water. The Lightbringer knight falls behind the faster Andur, but an open stretch of marshland, perhaps once a path, allows her to pull ahead. Suddenly the monsters chase becomes clumsy. It still moves just as fast, but when the pair turns, it no longer follows, “It must be blind. It was following us, by hearing? Or some other sense...” Ashlyn whispers.
Free of danger for now, the pair resume their journey towards the ruins. At 100ft away, the rubble are more clearly visible, and the building can be imagined. It was a shrine, not completely walled in, rather a walkway lead to the centre, a rough, uncut standing stone, framed with the remnants of four pillars. “The seer said she was mad. Do we approach with blades drawn, or try diplomacy and hope it still works? I say swords drawn, I do not feel confident about the sanity of someone who would live in this marsh,”
“That is a good plan, the best we have now certainly. Once we have weakened the castle defences and explored a bit, we can aim to catch the vampire off guard. It will likely be our only hope. Too careless, we die, but too slow, and it will likely be the same,” Ashlyn agrees, but further tactical discussion is cut short when the swamp monster emerges.
Andur retreats, not wishing to fight such a creature, and Ashlyn follows, a little slower and more clumsy in her heavy armour. The beast lumbers after the pair, its movements slow, but it can swim through the deeper pools. As long as the pair can cut a relatively straight path through the waterlogged ground, they can outpace it, but it catches up to them whenever they must skirt the larger bodies of water. The Lightbringer knight falls behind the faster Andur, but an open stretch of marshland, perhaps once a path, allows her to pull ahead. Suddenly the monsters chase becomes clumsy. It still moves just as fast, but when the pair turns, it no longer follows, “It must be blind. It was following us, by hearing? Or some other sense...” Ashlyn whispers.
Free of danger for now, the pair resume their journey towards the ruins. At 100ft away, the rubble are more clearly visible, and the building can be imagined. It was a shrine, not completely walled in, rather a walkway lead to the centre, a rough, uncut standing stone, framed with the remnants of four pillars. “The seer said she was mad. Do we approach with blades drawn, or try diplomacy and hope it still works? I say swords drawn, I do not feel confident about the sanity of someone who would live in this marsh,”