The Great Quest

The obsidian armored figures moved through the trees with a quick and stealthy grace, following the lead of the Nrake as it arrowed in on its target, growing more and more eager every minute.

"We're getting close," it said excitedly. "We will contact them any moment."



Harnauro lifted his head, smelling their opponents closing in. "We'll be trapped if we stay here much longer," he said. "The enemy close in."

"Will we take him with us?" Slythre asked, pointing at the orc.

"He'll slow us up," Elrov said.

"What type of enemies approach?" Slythre asked, fingering the hilt of her dagger.

"The obsidian armored warriors that attacked us in the market place," Harnauro said. "We'll need all the speed we can muster, and I fear that may not even be enough."

"Then let's get started. Lead the way."