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[Thugren]

The snake lets out a slow breath

" you are chasing a dangerous man.. But I owe you my life of you would have me I will join you."

[Prosperan Son]

" As I've been told..." Huron trailed off, looking upwards. Past the tree brush, he gazed at the moon and it's luminous beauty for a moment before looking back towards her. " I would. It's always good to have friends in these parts and I do need a guide...although I don't think you've told me your name yet."

[Thugren]

"she smiles, her fangs showing subconciously. " My name is Selenia.." she smiles and finishies eating"Id youd like ill go with you...You seem a little dense."

[Prosperan Son]

"That's a beautiful name." he complimented her with a faint smile. "Although I don't know what you mean by dense..."Tilting his head befuddled

[Thugren]

Selena smirks

Your a psionic right? Or at least a biokinetic, why not have ripped him back by the throat ? Can't you mutants control condensed versions of your abilities ?

[Prosperan Son]

"I prefer to only use my 'abilities' when necessary. I saw no need to use them and risk internal harm to myself, when it was just as easy to lodge a blade in his neck." Huron replied, his face calm an dimpassive, talking of killing the man as if it were nothing.

[Thugren]

She smirks

" anyway... They say Cain is north... Or that's what I've heard. I know this land well enough I can lead you to a varghen sanctum

[Prosperan Son]

" How mny of the Varghen are there in this area?" Huron asked inquisitively, hoping she would be able to answer.

[Thugren]

A small sanctuary.. Off of ho sihts radar in the Grand Canyon ... It's one hell of a hike but if we can get you some help maybe finding him won't be so hard... Especially if the rumors are true."


She checks the compound mechanism on the bow and looks at you.

" you up to the trip?"

[Prosperan Son]

"I don't have much other options do I?" He smirked, leaning back against a tree. " Who were those who held you in those cages?" He asked her curiously.

[Thugren]

SHE LOOKS AT YOU COCKING HER HEAD
"The are called the fallen....the go around the wasteland hunting the varghen.....they are a force of hatred for our kind huron

[Prosperan Son]

Huron sighed in disappointment, unhappy with the answer." Even in these times, some people will never adapt to change or accept anything that looks different from they do. We must tread carefully, lest they find us on the trek to the sanctuary."

[Thugren]

She nods

"If we move quickly we can be halfway there within a few hours."

[Prosperan Son]

"Then let us move." He rose to his feet, shaking off the stiffness. He took a drink from his canteen to replenish his thirst before throwing it to his companion.

[Armoured Priest]

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[Thugren]

She takes a small sip as she leads you into the forests darker corners.

The shadows seem to dance around you threateningly, shadows looking like they concealed wicked knifes loom closer as she smiles.


" something... Follows ..."

[Prosperan Son]

Huron's eyes slide from side to side, keeping an eye on the woods around him using his peripherals. He keeps his hand near the hilt of his sword, ready to strike" Is it one foe or many?"

[Thugren]

She notches an arrow

" something..... Terrible.. I smell a hunter ... A killer of men."

The shadows shift and you can almost hear the audible growl of whatever beast stalks you.

There is a sheen and a arrow flies past your face.

[Prosperan Son]

Huron snarls in fury and surprise as the arrow zips by, nearly striking his face. He spins around, drawing his blade in one hand while throwing out his other hand towards the direction the arrow had come from, concentrating on sending forth a bolt of bio-electricity.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)

[Thugren]

there is a loud scream , and the smell of buening flesh as a second arrow flies past, slamming into your shoulder with enough strengrth that it sends you spiraling.



"dark one!"

She hisses, notching an arrow as a lithe figure walks out of the shadows .

The figure is taut, almost skeletal in its appearence, but its eyes shine hungrily, a massive longbow made of human bones is gripped in its hand and a smug smirk adorns its face.


"easy prey is easy..."

the figure chuckles, notching a second arrow.