Southshore...near miss
Sammuel - November 8, 2005
Bodies litter the ground.
Not knowing if she's among the dead or the living. I sift through
the corpses hoping for something, anything.
I had rushed to be here as soon as I heard the rally cry. They
said she was calling my name and shouting at the town of
Southshore. If I could have only been swifter...
*hours later
Feelings of relief fill me, she was not among the dead here.
*pulling his axe from body of an orc, Sammuel heads toward Tarren
Mill
[Lascivious]
Lascivious walked through the War District of the Undercity when
she heard an insistent voice calling her name. She reached into
her bag and took out the magic stone. She hated this form of
communicating.
“What is it, Reg?” she asked the troll irritatingly.
“Seems your brother has been seen near the North Hold Manor.”
Her undead heart quivered with anticipation. “Thank you, Reg.”
The flight to Tarren Mill seemed to last forever and it was with
great relief that she put her feet on the ground and her butt in
the saddle. Kicking her mount into motion she headed for the
Manor. He was not there. Maybe he is resting, she thought,
spurring her mount toward Refuse Point. She sat on her horse
outside the point. The guards either ignored her or pretended not
to notice her. She smirked at them and yell.
“Sammuel!” She could see down into Refuse Point. A dwarf, of
questionable intelligence and sobriety, but otherwise, there
seemed to be only common camp folk. Turning around she headed
back for the Foothills until she reached the edge of the town
called Southshore.
“Sammuel!” She waited a few minutes. “Sammuel!”
“Well, Sam,” she said aloud, patting her horse. “Looks like we
were too slow. Let’s go back to the city. I have much work to do
still.”
Sam snorted uncaringly and she wheeled him about and headed back
to the windmaster in Tarren Mill.