Help Bring Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong To Life

One year ago, my girlfriend and I began playing a One Person Dungeons & Dragons Campaign…

A year+ later, we’ve found that we’ve left a trail/brought to life a great story.

SUMMARY:
Adventures of Vilven Ledsong is a retelling of a single player Dungeons and Dragons campaign. The campaign began over a year ago, and still continues today!

The campaign was started from the love of two storytellers, James Mahoney (The Dungeon Master) and Kaitlin Q. Calkins (The Player). Together they built a special and unique world, full of emotionally driven characters.

Vilven Ledsong, the protagonist, is pushed throughout the story to transform to a higher level spiritually, emotionally, physically, and in magic. She is supported by a group of diverse friends, who become not only her allies but her family.

With the hope of bringing Adventures of Vilven Ledsong to life, the story is currently being written online by Kaitlin Q. Calkins.

The retelling of it is ongoing, and has even begun to be told through visual art from the talents of LivingSilver .

With your help, Vilven’s story can continue to grow into different forms of media, including books, comic books, animation, and even movies.

You can be part of this by Donating @ Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong GoFundMe Here

You can check out the Story Here;

Chapter I: Ouroboros

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances

And the Art So Far is Here;

Thanks for your Belief, and your Support!

Doragon Kishu- (James Mahoney)

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Adventures Of Vilven Ledsong (Chapter I) – Ouroboros

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I’ve Been Running A Dungeons & Dragons Campaign For The Last Year… In October 2018, My Player Decided To Start Writing/Retelling Our Tale From The Beginning… Enjoy*

*The Art Above Is Commissioned For This Chapter by Living Silver

Vilven came from the sea. She came from the gentle, dreamlike movement of the water and the carefree dancing of the fish below. Though a simple and lonely life, the hypnotic sway that consumed her was peaceful, and she never expected or wanted any other kind of existence. For this was the life she knew.

Vilven had always lived in the Water Plane as her father was a water elemental. The way of the water elemental was unique, both primitive and aristocratic at the same time, and her father was no exception. In fact, he was regarded as powerful and influential among his kind, as he was archaic, created from the very essence of the sea. He helped rule the Water Plane with other elder elemental, giving order to the inconsistent, fluctuating tide. But Vilven and her father had a difficult relationship. Most of the time Vilven avoided any kind of interaction with him. There seemed to be no respect and no love between them. There were times when Vilven would not see him or his palace for months. Forgoing it for independence and solitude, finding her own food and place to sleep in the ruins or caves scattered around the ocean floor. She knew that this tension stemmed from the mystery of her past and her race, as she was a water genasi. Only half water elemental.

The race of the water genasi was looked upon poorly by the water elemental. They viewed genasi as a mistake, especially elder elemental who believed in a pure way of living, which meant not fornicating with other races. And though Vilven tried throughout her life to find acceptance from her father and other elemental, she soon learned no deed would grant her acceptance. She also learned, however, that the fish and sea creatures enjoyed her company, and she spent most of her time making friends with them. Though most could not carry a conversation, there was a playfulness and joy to them that filled her heart. And as much rejection she received elsewhere, she held on to the approval of the endless sea of the Water Plane, her home.

But everything would soon change for Vilven. Her father sent word for her one evening to come to his palace for an official meeting with the other highly authoritative elemental of the Water Plane. This had never happened before, and without a choice, she made her way to see why he had requested her presence. As she approached the palace, escorted by two of his elemental guard, she took in the tall, spiral  towers of his home, spinning magically like inverted, transfixed, glowing whirlpools. The large, watery gate opened wide as she made her way to the entrance. The guards posted at the doorway gave her disapproving looks as she swam inside the grand meeting hall. She met the gaze of her father then, high upon his throne-like chair, with similar whirlpool turrets, decorated lavishly with seashells and starfish.

When she was in the center of the large room, she stopped swimming to stand on the somehow solid floor, the two guards left her as she took on the vision before her. The whole palace was made from water, as was the elemental in front of her. Staring up at her father, a looming figure in the dying sunlight, she noted his expression was hard. Even though his features seemed loosely defined from the circulating water that made his frame, his almost ghostly appearance was handsome. His head was bald and he had a beard that came down to his chest. He wore long robes, those worn only for a more official matter. Vilven took on a hard look in return. Her tall, slender body normally loose and fluid, tensed. The water pushed the ends of her indigo hair and white fringed dress to caress her silvery-metallic skin as she took a defensive stance. Her large, black, pupil-less eyes narrowed up at him. “Can I help you with something, Father?”

He stood, now almost twice her height and took a few steps toward her, “Vilven…” He turned then, his back to her. “The other elders and I have decided, you are to be banished from the Water Plane.”

Her eyes widened, “What do you mean I’ve been banished? I’ve done nothing.”

He looked over his shoulder at her shocked expression.

“You exist.” He turned to fully face her, then sat king-like in his lavish throne. “It looks poorly upon me to have you here. I’ve kept you safe, but now you are grown and must leave. Now.”

“Do I have no say in this?” Vilven spoke, barley audible in confusion and disbelief. “Where are the other elders? May I speak with them?”

He stood again, and motioned with his arm toward Vilven. “Guards, escort her out. Make sure she leaves the Plane by morning.”

The same two guards marched to her and grabbed her arms on either side.

“Father? Father!” Vilven yelled desperately, as she began to be roughly pulled out of his palace. “Where am I to go?”. Vilven began to cry, her tears mixing with the ocean around her. “This place is all I know.”

The last image she saw before she was pulled out all the way, was her father leaving the room, saying nothing, not even looking back.

When she was outside of the palace gates, she strained her arms free from the grip of the elemental guards. “Let me go!” she declared, “You don’t have to follow me. I’ll leave.” She said to them. One of the guards rammed the end of his trident to her face, taking the air out of her, a small trace of blood forming at her lip. “Don’t tell us what to do, pathetic genasi.”

Defeated, her face grief-stricken,  Vilven swam backwards, slowly floating, slowly falling to the depths of the ocean, pitch black in the night. The two guards watched her descending frame, letting her go.

“She can’t get far down there, it’s too dark.”. One said to the other, as they took an official stance, almost as if it was beneath them to chase after her.

Closing her eyes as she lowered, Vilven tried to slow everything down. Would this be the last time that she would feel this ocean? She tried to hold on to the feeling of it around her, running through her hair, her fingers, her cheeks. She felt the fish below rub against her in excitement, but she was numb to the feeling. Her many necklaces of seashells trailed above her, her tears flowed from her eyes to float for a moment, before dissolving. What was she going to do?  She knew that there was nothing she could say to the elders to convince them to let her stay. She knew she would either have to hide or find a way to leave. And if she did hide, in one of the caves or in the reefs below, they would definitely find her.

As Vilven finally reached the bottom, she settled into the cold sand. She let the sensation run through her, shivering in the chill of the night. She stayed like this, unmoving, for what seemed like hours before her eyes opened slightly, looking up at the impregnable darkness above. It was intensely quiet and the blackness, claustrophobic. Though the depression clung to her, she found some strength to pull herself up on her elbows. She turned her head slowly to the left, but then quickly gasped and pulled back from the image she saw. Two enormous, glowing, blue eyes were swirling above her. She could not tell what they belonged to in the darkness, but she could tell they were powerful.

“Vilven,” a deep, but almost gentle voice spoke. “I have a plan for you…”

Chapter II: Pact Magic

Chapter III: Choice And Notice

Chapter IV: Meeting Wiendle

Chapter V – Catlike

Chapter VI – Encountering A Wizard

Chapter VII – A Charge And A Flame

Chapter VIII – Followed By A Lion

Chapter IX – Acquiescence

Chapter X – A Dialogue Of Friends

Chapter XI – Ineffective Planning

Chapter XII – Rivers And Races

Chapter XIII – Goodbyes And Reacquaintances 

 

 

The Legend Of Oz The Caster – The White Tower

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“The Legend Of Oz The Caster 

by Doragon

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II – Departure

CHAPTER III – The White Mage Tower

Traveling to ‘The Key’, home to the Four Mage Towers of Thay, would be a three day journey.

Fortunately it would be Grasslands, so the traveling wouldn’t be too tough, but that doesn’t mean I won’t encounter creatures and/or travelers.

But it was just me and my snow tiger cub, Sherwood, and though I apparently have innate Magical abilities, I have not mastered, nor truly harnessed them…

…which is the reason I’m traveling to The Key, in hopes to become an Apprentice to one of the Four Mages, each in their own tower surrounding the giant lake.

Truth be known, I should probably hire a Mercenary to protect me for now, but I’d be very fortunate indeed to run into one along the way.

As I am not near a town, where a Tavern might deliver one.

On my first day of traveling, I came across two men that looked slightly shady…

Fortunately I was able to sneak by them while they got water from a nearby stream.

As it neared night, I also came across a Snow Leopard who was eating a recent kill, and once more was able to avoid an encounter.

That first night at camp, however, I would not be so lucky.

As I sat by the fire, starting to doze off, a rock flew into the camp, striking me on the side of the head.

I was bleeding, but otherwise ok.

Sherwood growled his little cub growl, but I suspect it did little good, as a screaming Goblin came tearing into the light!

I quickly grabbed my staff, and indicated that he should leave via body language.

He did seem to hesitate for some reason, perhaps it was my boyish charm, as I was only 19.

I put down my staff, and tossed him a piece of cooked meat on a stick.

He ate it, gave me a fierce glare, then traveled on.

I was lucky, (Oz looks at his hands), or perhaps he was.

The next day I ran into a Patrol of three swordsmen, who served ‘The Key’…

They told me I was heading the right direction, but had no information about where I might find a Mercenary, other than the Forest town of Dilee, some seven days away, or the Southern Port town of Jor, also about seven days away, both in the wrong directions.

Later I saw an enormous Mammoth, something I had never seen before, and I admit, the taste of the life of an Adventurer suddenly found its’ way in to my brain.

An Adventurer… Hmm

That night while I was dosing off once again while sitting at the fire, I heard a noise outside my camp.

I stood, staff in hand, “Who’s there?”

…but there was no reply.

I sat back down, when suddenly that same Snow Leopard wandered slowly into my camp.

Sherwood ran towards him right away, “Sherwood! No!”

Sherwood rolled on his back beneath the Snow Leopard, and started batting at his forelegs, as a kitten might do.

But the Snow Leopard didn’t seem to pay it any mind.

He instead just stood there staring at me…

An insane impulse hit me, and suddenly I sat the staff down, and sat back down at the fire…

…and then the most amazing thing occurred.

The Snow Leopard stepped towards the campfire, and as he did, he took the form of a man…

A white haired, yellow eyed, man.

“May I,” he spoke, gesturing towards the fire.

“Of course,” I replied, and he sat across from me.

“You are an interesting one…” he spoke.

“Thank you,” I replied, as I continued to cook some vegetables and meat on a stick.

“Are you hungry?” I asked, but he nodded no.

“A young man, traveling with a cub Snow Tiger, who does not flinch at a Snow Leopard turning into a man…” spoke the now man.

“I have read about your kind… Fascinating,” Oz replied.

The man smiled, “Then you’re a scholar?”

Oz laughed as well, “Not quite… I mean… Not yet.”

This got the man’s attention, “Ah, then you’re a Mage, heading to the Four Towers?”

Oz looked surprised at the man’s perceptiveness, “Yes… Well… I mean… I’m a Caster, yes.”

This puzzled the man, “A Caster?”

“Yes, you see, I’m not a Wizard… Yet… And I’m not a Sorcerer… Yet, but I do seem to have an innate ability to cast… Er… Magic,” Oz explained.

“Interesting… And you’re in need of a Mercenary?”

Once again, Oz was surprised, “How? Never mind, yes, I am in fact in need of some protection, as I am not an astute Caster, and thus, I’m kind of lucky to be alive out here traveling alone…”

“I’m your man… How much are you paying?” responded the man.

Oz seemed pleasantly surprised, “Well… In truth… I hadn’t thought on it… How about 25 Gold?”

The man seemed surprised by this amount, “Well then, that would buy you two weeks of service,” he reached arcross to Oz to shake on it…

…and so they did.

PICTURE CREDIT – Circle Tower

 

 

The Legend Of Oz – The Caster (Chapter II)

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“The Legend Of Oz – The Caster 

by Doragon

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II – Departure

That night, it was my uncle who found me, tied to a tree.

When I told him what had happened, he told me to go home, that he would deal with it.

My uncle was a intriguing site to behold.

6’ 3” with a longish dark brown beard, and a bald head.

And on his shoulder, a great red tail hawk.

My uncle then made his way to the woods after them, but I did not go home.

It didn’t feel right him fighting my battle…

…at least alone.

I followed a great distance behind him.

Though perhaps he knew I was there.

At some point he finally came upon the band of thieves camp.

There must’ve been a dozen or so…

They danced around, and sang drunkedly…

Each falling down, and/or passing out, at some point.

My uncle waited until the last one was out cold, and that’s when he went into the cam…

…but first.

“I told you to go home Oz…” he spoke softly, but harshly from the dark behind me.

“I know, but–” I started, but…

“Here,” and with thi he placed his great hawk upon my shoulder.

“Watch over him,” and then he made his way into the camp.

First he retrieved my sister’s hawk and sent it into the sky…

…second he released my cub Sherwood, who followed him out of the camp.

Just as we seemed like we were going to get away, two daggers plunged into my uncles back…

…and he fell to his knees.

“Run Oz,” with this I sent his hawk into the air, but several arrows brought it down to the ground from three of the other thieves who had awoken.

I stood there frozen, Sherwood behind me, as my brothers, who had thrown the daggers at our uncle, stepped out of the shadows.

“We’re impressed Oz…” said the first.

“Very impressed,” added the second.

I just stared at them in disbelief.

Meanwhile my uncle fell to the ground, breathing his last breath.

“You killed our uncle, for what, the gold you’ll fetch for the animals,” I spoke in pain.

“Yes…” the first responded as he removed his dagger from our uncle’s back.

“Sounds about right,” added the second as he did the same.

“Now leave the cub, and we’ll let you go…” spoke the first.

Suddenly there was a fiery glow coming from below my waste…

…it was my right hand, and I rose it up.

My hand was on fire… and yet there was no pain.

My brothers looked at one another, baffled.

“What’s this, you practicing in the dark arts are yah…” the second spoke.

Meanwhile the three other thieves place their bows on their backs, and backed away, heading back to their camp.

Beyond that, i’d rather not say…

But suffice it to say, a large fire started in the woods, and y brothers were burnt alive in it.

I wasn’t proud of this…

I haven’t truly dealt with it emotionally.

When I returned to my parents home, I explained everything.

My mother started to cry, and left the room.

My father patted my shoulder, then joined her.

My brother Aras, who had given me Sherwood, had retrieved y sister’s hawk.

“I’ll take care of him for now, Jeneai doesn’t seem all that interested…” he explained.

“I think you should go for a while Oz… Until this settles down…  Don’t need the other thieves coming for you, and endangering the family,” he finished.

I nodded, still in shock from it all.

“Here,” he gave me a pouch with 100 gold, and 50 silver pieces.

“Take Sherwood with you, he will grow into a formidable companion,” he said with tears in his eyes.

I knew that Aras was hurting, he’d lost our uncle, who was truly more like a father to him than our actual father.

Me leaving was the right thing to do.

I felt at peace with it.

But what I truly needed to do was travel to The Key, home to the Mages of Thay, and there become an apprentice.

And that’s exactly what I did.

PICTURE CREDIT – Fire Mage

The Legend Of Oz – The Caster

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THE LEGEND OF OZ – THE CASTER

by Doragon

Oz was one of eight children…

The youngest.

His oldest brother, like his father, was a farmer.

And for it, they never went hungry.

And his oldest sister, like his mother, was a seamstress

They never went without clothing.

Next there was the twin boys, both of them together turned to thievery…

…and were banished from our home at the age of 12.

My sister below that was very quiet…

I suspect she felt like she never belonged…

As I feel about myself.

My next brother is an Animal Trainer…

He traveled far and long at a very young age, learning about all sorts of animals…

…he accompanied my uncle who was a renowned hawk trainer.

In fact, it was this brother who returned with a gift for both me, and my next sister.

For me, it was a wild cat cub…

A tiger who I named Sherwood.

And for my sister, it was a hawk.

Now my sister, mainly interested in girlish type things, like…

…boys.

Left it in its’ cage.

But when she was out with ‘boys’, I would take it out, and travel into the nearby glades with both Sherwood, and my sister’s hawk.

I must’ve seemed so strange.

But one day, as I took a rest from running, and play…

The hawk on my shoulder, and Sherwood laying some three feet from me, someone entered the glade.

More than just one…

Several…

Thieves.

And amongst them, all carrying great nets, were my twin brothers.

As I snacked upon a ripe piece of fruit, Sherwood suddenly made a slight growl…

…but before I could react, all three of us, the hawk, Sherwood and I were captured in these…

…nets.

Tied to a tree, I begged for my brothers and their band of thieves not to take them…

…but they laughed, and disappeared with them into the surrounding woods.

PICTURE CREDIT – Mage

 

The Warlock Hex – Araban Jairaal

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The Warlock Hex

by Doragon

Chapter I – Enter Tyedra

Chapter II – Family

Chapter III – Cromick

Chapter IV – Tear Of Asmodeus

Chapter V – The Pact

Chapter VI – Night Watch

Chapter VII – The Brigadeers

CHAPTER VIII – Araban Jairaal

THE BRIGADEER CAMP

Archus, Hex and Kredon enter the well fortified base camp of The Brigadeers.

Two hundred of more members, from Fighters, to Rangers, to Barbarians and more populate the area.

Some glance at Hex as they go by, but not many.

They seem almost as they’re preparing for something.

Archus leads them to the Brigadeer Leader’s tent, the Dragonborn Eldritch Knight, ARABAN JAIRAAL.

Inside is a large, blue Dragonborn, Araban, wearing white armour, and looking over a large map which has been spread across a table.

Next to him are two Fighters pointing to different areas of the map, and at a back table, lounging and drinking ale, is Shaehun.

“Leading a group of Night Watch Clerics right to our base, probably not the best thing Archus,” Araban speaks without raising his eyes from the map laid in front of him.

Archus is about to speak, but Hex interjects,”It’s my fault…Araban is it?”

Araban looks up, his deep yellow eyes, with tall slight black pupils gazing at the Warlock.

“How can it be your fault? Did you know where our camp was?” he steps forward.

“No… But Archus did, and does, and so it is his fault!” Araban seems to drive this point without allowing for a counter argument.

It is at this point that Hex finally begins to get angry.

“Come Kredon, we’re leaving,” Hex leaves the tent, quickly followed by Kredon who is stumbling a bit in surprise.

Shaehun runs by Araban casting a glare back at him.

Meanwhile Hex is throwing his arms in the air, “Where did they take our horses!”

Shaehun approaches, and clasps Hex’s left shoulder firmly, “Hex, you must forgive Araban… They are in the middle of planning–” she stops herself from saying, “well… Planning for something.”

Hex looks at her his eyes glowing slightly purple, but her calmness, never before demonstrated to him, calms him as well.

“Stay Hex… We’ll have dinner with several of the Brigadeers, it will be good… Quite a feast,” she actually cracks a smile this time.

Hex’s eyes return to normal, “Very well… Where is our tent?”

THAT NIGHT

THE GREAT FEASTING TENT

Some thirty or so Brigadeer gather around the great dining table, with Araban at the end holding up an ale, “To the Brigadeers…” He smiles smugly, and they all drink and cheer…

Food is brought out quickly after, Hex and Kredon are sitting between Shaehun and Archus who seem friendly-ish.

But one particular Dwarf with a long brown beard can’t seem to take his eyes off Hex.

Hex feels mildly uncomfortable by this, but says nothing.

“So you brought that thing into our Camp, did yah…” the Dwarf suddenly speaks glaring with fire in his eyes at Hex.

Araban does not yet intervene, but rather watches.

“Darius–” Shaehan starts to speak, but is interupted…

“And you Barbarian… After we let you in to our Brigade, you up and vanish…” the Dwarf Darius continues.

He looks at Araban, “We have much to do Araban… We have no time to host a Hexblade barer, and a turncoat Barbarian.”

With this Archus stands and draws his bow, pointing it at Darius…

…Darius laughs, “Do it Drow…” he stands and leans his fists into the table, “Do it…”

“Enough… Sit down Darius… Archus…” speaks Araban.

“We’ll get to the bottom of their visits soon enough…”

The Warlock Hex – The Brigadeers

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The Warlock Hex

by Doragon

Chapter I 

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

CHAPTER VII – The Brigadeers

KORNDOR FORREST

Standing before Hex, Kredon and Shaehun is The Drow Ranger, ARCHUS CULIVEER.

“Don’t all say hello at once,” speaks Archus as he sparks a stick and rock, and tosses it in the prepared pile of wood and brush…

…it lights up in a roar.

“It will be dark soon, so we’d best figure out a Watch,” he finishes.

“But you’re a…” Hex starts, but stops himself.

“A Drow, yes, but I suspect you’ve seen worse, judging by that rascal of a blade at your side,” Archus speaks with a menacing smile.

Shaehun approaches, and locks arms with Archus, “Archus!” she seems surprisingly happy to see him…

…even Archus takes note, “Hello Shae, good to see you’re still breathing, word had it you’d considered giving such trivialities up…” he smiled again, pulled his bow off his back, “I’ll take first watch,” and disappeared into the trees.

“That–” started Kredon.

“–is an amazing being,” finished Shaehun, who then realized she was making too much of Archus, and turned towards the fire.

“You two get some sleep, you’ll need it, I’m going to stay up, take second watch when Archus comes in,” she speaks without room for negotiation.

Hex looks at Kredon and shrugs, “So be it,” he then throws some things into a pot, and puts it over the fire,”but first, we eat”.

TWO HOURS LATER

Shaehun joins Archus in a tree which he watches from.

“So who is this guy Shae, that you’d bring him to the Brigadeers?” Archus asks without taking his eyes off the watch.

“A Warlock… Lord of Talabus to be specific…” she replies.

“You know these words mean nothing to me, why have you brought him?”

“The Tear of Asmodeus directed him to find me… And beyond that, call it a feeling,” she explains.

“A feeling,” Archus says with a slight laugh.

“Is Araban at home, or off saving the world again?” Shaehun says with a laugh herself.

Archus smiles, this time softer, “The noble blowhard is there… Every last scale,” they both laugh.

MORNING

Hex wakes early, and goes quickly into a trance.

Magic that fills me… I know not what your purpose is, or how you might react to serving this blade… I will do my best not to taint you

TAINT YOU… I COULD BE OFFENDED BY THIS, SHOULD I DESIRE… BUT I DO NOT

I know nothing of you Blade… Only that I am bonded to you, and you are bonded to Asmodeus

I AM ALIVE, MORTAL… THAT’S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW

“Good morning my Lord,” speaks Kredon as he runs his hands through his thinning hair, “breakfast?”

Hex nods.

Archus walks into camp, but Shaehun is no where to be seen.

“Shae will meet us at the base,” he says.

“Base?” Hex stands, and looks a bit surprised.

“You’ll see soon enough… For now, we need to get out of these woods, those Clerics will search them soon enough,” and with this Archus reaches down and grabs a piece of bread from near the fire.

THE EASTERN SIDE OF THE KORNDOR FOREST

The six Night Watch Clerics, two Elven Rangers and Cormick stand near what appear to be tracks leading into the woods.

“About 18 hours ago I’d say, but they may have made camp,” speaks the first Ranger.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t join us in Angolo?” speaks one of the Night Watch.

“I need Hex to trust me… By my not showing up, he may have doubts that I was actually involved,” he explains openly.

“Can you take my men in there?” Cormick asks the two Wood Elf Rangers, they look at one another, and shake their heads.

“There’s a Drow Ranger known as Archus Culiveer in there… It’s his territory, and he wouldn’t take kindly to a couple Wood Elves entering it,” the second Ranger explains.

“Very well,” Cormick hands them a purse of gold coins, and the two of them make there way down the road.

“Find them,” he speaks, and the six Night Watch enter the wood.

PICTURE CREDIT – Sorin Markov