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[center]Lady Victory. Stronghold of Mistmoor, Sunset.

Current Targets: Tarrian Kar. Erik Elfhame Ostriecher V.[/center]

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The sun fell low beneath the horizon, the last golden rays washing over the landscape, their warmth giving way to the cold indifference of the stars beginning to pepper the blue-black canvas overhead. Just as Erik and Tarrian turned to leave, a chill breeze blew past them. Not a soothing one, blowing clean the last of the sun's heat - but one that sent a ripple of unease up their spines.

As the sky grew dark, a flock of birds suddenly erupted from the treeline just beyond the walls. Scared by something. Ordinarily no cause for alarm - often a sign of a hunting animal making its last kill of the day in their midst. But something didn't seem right this time. The sun was setting just a little too fast. The chimes of sparrows and the coos of pigeons had ceased. The low thrum of insects had gone silent. Even the sounds of the city beyond the wall seemed to grow into a timid murmur behind them-

[i]TINK. THUNK. TINK. THUNK.[/i]

The unmistakable ring of metal-on-wood pierced the cool air, and the pair of Light-Bearers swore they saw, for a brief moment, a flash of gold beneath the treeline. Another chill ran up their spines at the glance. Suddenly, a sentry, about a dozen feet from them, yelled in abject terror as he curled into a ball. "Gods! Oh gods! Aleathen, save us!" He shouted as his fellows rushed to calm him. The echo of the wood impacts drew nearer still as the man stammered and mumbled incoherently, his wits nowhere to be found.

The two Light-Bearers found their attention drawn to the treeline, just in time to witness a single dark blur racing towards the gate, then two, then another. A muffled cry from the gate guards reached their ears as four impish creatures began to pound and scratch at the gate. Just four monsters - no cause for alarm, yet-

A deathly chill struck both Tarrian and Erik simultaneously, and drew their gazes to a clearing just below the walls.

A pair of golden eyes bore into them. A woman in a white uniform stood alone, drawn blade in hand, silent and unmoving. The two Light-Bearers were, of course, able to tamp down the inexplicable fear that washed over them, but several sentries collapsed at the sight of her. She remained still, simply looking at Tarrian and Erik - saying nothing nor making a move towards the gate as her underlings did. More of the lesser Grims began to pour of the treeline behind and around her, making for the gate.

However, she stood still. Waiting for [i]them[/i].