A Dark Journey and a Tragic RevelationChapter one: A Dark Journey and a Tragic Revelation
A bitter wind swept over the bleak, desolate land, bearing upon it the appalling stench of death. The once gurgling brook now sat in sphynxian silence, looking terribly forlorn as if it had lost all hope of ever running again. The huge grey oak, older then the ages seemed almost as if it were struggling for breath in the thick, putrid air, its gnarled finger-like branches groping towards the sky. A solitary form toiled alone
“Tartathan.” She muttered, and ducked gingerly into the crevice. Her intrusion was hailed almost immediately by a series of ear-piercing screeches that echoed off the walls for a few moments after the creature had been hewn in half by Andrielle’s blade. She set down her knife and lifted the lantern from where she had set it among the rocks on the cave’s floor, eying the creature with distaste. It was indeed a repulsive creature, with its grayish pallor, rat-like tail, and vast green eyes that seemed to stare at her maliciously, even in death. As a whole, it was a revolting creature, and she harbored no pity for it. She threw it carelessly out the opening, pulled the heavy cloak from her shoulders, and used it to block the entrance to the cave in effort to avert some of the chill that had pervaded the tiny space. She proceeded to remove the bulky leather bag from its perch on her back and unbuckle her baldric. The lantern cast a dim radiance about her, and she could see that the cave really was quite small, which mattered not as she was unaccompanied, and that the ceiling was high enough for her to stand if she lowered her head a bit. She opened the leather bag, and slowly began to remove the items from it: A pouch of coins, two small loaves of bread, a bit of dried meat, a skin of water, and a leather- bound book. Lastly, she pulled out an orb, slightly larger then a base-ball, shrouded in black silk. This was the reason for her quest.