Joy and festivities transformed into screams of terror. Answers will come, she just has to be patient. Though she doesn’t remember much after crossing the Taldor border. She remembers ‘agreeing’ to travel with the wonder seekers. How did she even get close to the world wound being question that spawns all others. Calmness always came easy to her, but organizing her thoughts was more difficult than usual.
Feeling the wrongness that hid beneath smoothed pale skin.Īri takes a breath, fiddling with the amulet of Serenrae around her neck. Arvi probed where she felt the wound was. Treating her as if she’s the one on death’s door. Grabbing a sweet-smelling drink and moving to a small unoccupied spot beneath a tree. Ari ignored the pang of hurt that crawled into her heart.
PATHFINDER WRATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS TIEFLING TRAITOR FULL
Her own people, so full of color and life, go in the opposite direction if they see her coming. Those who noticed her walk in their direction gave her a wide berth. The woman, no, a dragon, helped her to her feet, told Ari to find her tomorrow. Then again, she is rarely on the receiving end of a spell. But Ari doubts that the strange feeling of emptiness is supposed to remain. This one is what Ari would imagine what a refreshing breeze on a mountain feels like compared to the hard, jagged edge of the previous. Inquisitor, Ari realized as a woman whose hair matched her own chased him off.Īnother spell, stronger. “Wonderseekers… are they….” Those words were all she managed to get out before the man cut her off. The same stern voice coming out of the man leaning over her. Even with the feeling of a healing spell cast over her, the pain she felt hardly lessens. The words rattled around, barely making sense. A stern voice barked orders over her as she felt herself drop. Heavy armor rings once again in her ears. Might as well toss her into a ditch and be over with it.” “My my, are you sure that wouldn’t be a waste? The thing looks half dead already. She’s a healer, but why can’t she say it? A healer is needed? The words bounce around as if in a fog. Her head feeling as if she tried to outdrink a dwarf. “- A healer over here.” Ari’s eyes slowly open. Sounds blur together into an audible ring.
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