Exton

Ardara watches as Tomas takes flight, Come a little closer...

As she moves nearer to the edge of trees Ardara feels something flit by her, close enough to erect the hair at the back of her neck. She freezes in place, afraid to betray her presence by a sudden movement. She turns in slow motion, as though her movements are impeded by a thick stiff gel. Only when she completes a half turn does she see it.



There... on the bark of the elm tree behind her... a symbol of some kind, the edges still wisping smoke. The priestess leans closer - and a chill strikes through her heart as she recognizes it.



It's a funerary glyph, one reserved for the tombs of those who celebrate the rites of Lolth.

Reserved for the tomb of a priestess....



The outlines of the thing are somewhat crude. But still... at such a distance... through personal shields and heavy warding.... It bespeaks both power and precision. The implication is not lost on Ardara.



He could have picked me off at any time...



It is not an agreeable idea. The priestess shivers and summons the Gate... but the memory remains....


...and watching from high above, hidden in the leaves and branches of an ancient oak tree Drai lowers his dart. If Ardara had not been warned away from the children any move closer towards the little ones would have been her last.

Fuck the treaties... nothing would make me happier than to watch you die as your veins exploded from poison... just give me half a reason bitch, and you will join your sister in whatever version of hell you believe in...