After a brief moment of indecision, the
monk Indigo sprints into the undergrowth after the orc warrior. Knowing his
memories are suspect, Indigo can’t let the orc wander off alone. He may be a
friend and, in his current state, he’d be easy pickings for the various groups
of orc hunting mercenaries currently searching these woods.
Meanwhile, still hidden behind some
foliage, Charlie Stilton tries to calm his breath while he wracks his brain for
answers.
He didn’t just appear here but, for the
life of him, he can’t remember the journey or any of the people in the
clearing.
One of them had called out to him though,
as he ran…
They knew his name…
They weren’t cursing it or shooting arrows
at him…
And, as he watches them recover magical
item after magical item from the bodies of fallen adventures…
He desperately wants a share of that loot!
Taking a deep breath, Charlie Stilton
stands up and walks, in what he hopes looks like a confident manner, back into
the clearing.
The other adventurers look around,
momentarily losing sight of the monk.
Those few seconds are critical though, as
Indigo is lost to them, swallowed up by the same eerie mist and darkness that now holds the
unknown orc.
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