Re: desperate times...

The evening'd been interesting to say the very least. Glorfindle was back. This news, paired with an actual passing of him outside the Silver Arrow, came as a sharp stab of guilt that ran to her very core. The sword on her belt felt suddenly heavy, and her stomach twisted - she almost had to excuse herself for fear of being ill.

Khalin had arrived shortly after, and she felt a little more at ease. Of course, that could have been, in part, because of the bottle of Feywine she'd just guzzled down. Regardless, news came of a drow terrorizing the forest's edge. She'd seen him herself just before... He tossed a dart to the ground between Myra and the edan woman, Alyzia.

A handful of the men went out after it. Myra lingered. Finally, she couldn't sit still and decided that if they were going to be out there, the least she could do was make sure they came back alive and well.

Soon enough, she'd met up with the group, scattered as it was. The drow had eluded them. But she could almost see him. He stood no more than a spear's length away from her. She motioned to the spot where he stood. In that same moment, the drow sprung from it's hiding spot slashing at her side with a weapon that dripped with a foul poison. The hit scored deep and Myra felt the poison searing her veins. She turned her eyes to Khalin just before she tumbled down into an endless and painful darkness and collapsed on the forest floor.

Fortunately, as the drow rushed from the clearing, with the others in pursuit, a traveling healer happened upon the scene. Without a word, she knelt beside Myra and began tending the wound. Because of this timely assistance, Myra was soon revived. Her senses came back to her slowly and she could still feel the burning sting of the drow poison. It had been mostly neutralized, but not entirely. It would hurt for a while.

Myra thanked the healer, quickly gathering her things and stumbled out into the forest. She couldn't find Khalin or Anga, but eventually she found Caelreth. As she approached, Cael struck down the drow.

Holding the bandages to the wound that the healer had just barely finished tending, she looked around and caught sight of another figure standing nearby. It addressed her.

"Let's go." Myra touched Cael's arm to get his attention.

"We will meet again, Sunveil." the drow hiding in the shadows of the tree hissed as she and Caelreth turned and walked back toward the Glade.

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> The evening'd been interesting to say the very least. Glorfindle was back. This news, paired with an actual passing of him outside the Silver Arrow, came as a sharp stab of guilt that ran to her very core. The sword on her belt felt suddenly heavy, and her stomach twisted - she almost had to excuse herself for fear of being ill. > Khalin had arrived shortly after, and she felt a little more at ease. Of course, that could have been, in part, because of the bottle of Feywine she'd just guzzled down. Regardless, news came of a drow terrorizing the forest's edge. She'd seen him herself just before... He tossed a dart to the ground between Myra and the edan woman, Alyzia. > A handful of the men went out after it. Myra lingered. Finally, she couldn't sit still and decided that if they were going to be out there, the least she could do was make sure they came back alive and well. > Soon enough, she'd met up with the group, scattered as it was. The drow had eluded them. But she could <i>almost</i> see him. He stood no more than a spear's length away from her. She motioned to the spot where he stood. In that same moment, the drow sprung from it's hiding spot slashing at her side with a weapon that dripped with a foul poison. The hit scored deep and Myra felt the poison searing her veins. She turned her eyes to Khalin just before she tumbled down into an endless and painful darkness and collapsed on the forest floor. > Fortunately, as the drow rushed from the clearing, with the others in pursuit, a traveling healer happened upon the scene. Without a word, she knelt beside Myra and began tending the wound. Because of this timely assistance, Myra was soon revived. Her senses came back to her slowly and she could still feel the burning sting of the drow poison. It had been mostly neutralized, but not entirely. It would hurt for a while. > Myra thanked the healer, quickly gathering her things and stumbled out into the forest. She couldn't find Khalin or Anga, but eventually she found Caelreth. As she approached, Cael struck down the drow. > Holding the bandages to the wound that the healer had just barely finished tending, she looked around and caught sight of another figure standing nearby. It addressed her. > "Let's go." Myra touched Cael's arm to get his attention. > "<i>We will meet again, Sunveil.</i>" the drow hiding in the shadows of the tree hissed as she and Caelreth turned and walked back toward the Glade.
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