Chapter 3: Sleep

Hellsgard Hold...
Outside the entrance...

Looking on as the young maiden exited the keep, Eligor kept a neutral look on his face. He would have offered her some assistance in finding footwear (seeing her rip her clothes apart to make cloth sandals was evidence of her need) but she apparently got that squared away. As she walked off, he had a feeling that things were going to get more interesting with her around, and, even if it wasn't exactly someone he was prone to do often, chose to follow her.

He never said a word as he kept on walking behind her, figuring his voice would only disturb her. That this girl had such a power within her was troubling, and the power itself more so. It reminded him of the war, and that wasn't exactly a pleasant memory to revisit.

Chapter 3: Sleep

Outside Hellsgard Hold
The Empire


The desert was scourging hot there were no signs of life anywhere. As Agnes and Eligor continue heading west, they will soon reach Witch Hill. Over two thousand years ago, right before the Undead Invasion, a prophet came to the King of Ramoa and showed him a vision of the coming Invasion. It didn't take long for the Prophet to convince the King that the visions were real and would happen very soon. To stop this, the Queen of the Undead to be must be found, killed and burned before she could be transformed. They killed and burned countless number of women that year and buried them all on witches hill. It was all for naught, the Undead Queen still came, not from the humans but from the Alfeirs.

As the sun sets down life suddenly returns to the barren desert. Most of them were small critters but some were large serpents, hungry for their first meal of the day. It just so happens that they spot Agnes and Eligor walking through the desert. They silently approached the two.

(OOC: Make you last post before the Battle Starts. When the battle has ended, wait for my instructions, you will most likely post in Witch Hill after the fight. If you win.)

Hellsgard.....
Desert...

As the pair wandered the wasteland the sun set, bringing with it the denizens of the night. Mumbling to himself, he kept following behind the young girl, an orb of light in his hand keeping him from stumbling. 

Just then he heard a slithering sound just at the edge of hearing, something that he wouldn't have heard if it wasn't so late and there was no other noise to be heard for miles beside the two's breathing and footsteps.

Raising his orb-filled hand into the air, he spotted a single serpent coming towards him in the darkness. Frowning as it wasn't the direction he heard it coming from, he turned around fully, light bathing the area that had previously been behind him.

The light revealed an even larger one, and suddenly Eligor knew this was going to be trouble.  "Hmm, I cannot imagine that they would let us go without a fight, and there is nowhere that could provide adequate shelter from them. Fighting appears to be the only option remaining."