The lead over this particular ruin couldn’t have come at a better time. A chance to escape Arlathan for a few days, clear his head and shake off the simmering rage building, barely kept to some heavy, snippy and close cutting sass. Ever since Kellam had arrived, ever since Meg had dropped the bomb that Nairn was alive and kicking. Though obviously leaning on a different form of spring to keep himself upright. Fuck. It was enough to drive anyone to the bottle.
A myriad of emotions had gripped him. Anger firstly, but that was easy to tap into. He’d question over and over again why Nairn hadn’t reached out to him somehow. Regardless, Ruth had decided he’d punch the Coterie shit for having him babysit his Stoner all these years.
His research had finally paid off though. Months of tracking the location of this tomb were finally beginning to pay off as he navigated across the stream, following the worn and overgrown path ahead. There had been clues before, pieces of stonework, crumbled statues dedicated to the worshipped Evanaris. Andruil was a hunter, perhaps her and June collaborated to create something. Or the means to. Even Ruth admitted the idea was a weak one, but if Sylaise dwelt within Megara and now June had appeared with Revas, Andruil could also.
Would they fight against Elgar-nan… difficult to say, but it was an idea worthy of pursuing. The least he could do was see if such weapons might exist, hidden away in the long abandoned chambers. It wasn’t much further, and once he’d crossed the stream the elf paused to catch his breath a moment, scanning the darkening path ahead, a canopy of foliage dimming the light.
“Well, that looks positively grim,” he’d chuckle. The idea of wandering through a darkening tunnel of vines and shrubbery, completely unappealing, though not the worst way he’d ever made his way into something.
A myriad of emotions had gripped him. Anger firstly, but that was easy to tap into. He’d question over and over again why Nairn hadn’t reached out to him somehow. Regardless, Ruth had decided he’d punch the Coterie shit for having him babysit his Stoner all these years.
His research had finally paid off though. Months of tracking the location of this tomb were finally beginning to pay off as he navigated across the stream, following the worn and overgrown path ahead. There had been clues before, pieces of stonework, crumbled statues dedicated to the worshipped Evanaris. Andruil was a hunter, perhaps her and June collaborated to create something. Or the means to. Even Ruth admitted the idea was a weak one, but if Sylaise dwelt within Megara and now June had appeared with Revas, Andruil could also.
Would they fight against Elgar-nan… difficult to say, but it was an idea worthy of pursuing. The least he could do was see if such weapons might exist, hidden away in the long abandoned chambers. It wasn’t much further, and once he’d crossed the stream the elf paused to catch his breath a moment, scanning the darkening path ahead, a canopy of foliage dimming the light.
“Well, that looks positively grim,” he’d chuckle. The idea of wandering through a darkening tunnel of vines and shrubbery, completely unappealing, though not the worst way he’d ever made his way into something.
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