@Rekaigan@rush99999@HawlinSo, the Storyteller knew who Druth Vanarys was but the revelation only sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to know more about the elf, but it was not what he had expected. A powerful wizard who created magic and a plethora of techniques? A leading member of the council? Sadron must have known more about him, and Tiberius was mentally beating himself up about it. His thoughts were jumbled and erratic, going all over the place like spilled milk. Elves could live for a very long time, and Druth's disappearance was of great suspicion. It only led Tiberius to believe, whether he liked it or not, that Druth Vanarys could be the Warlock and if that was true, they were going to have to be at their very best. He hoped it wasn't true, but the mind has a way of telling you what you want to believe in as truth.
The Storyteller's words snapped him back to reality. He blinked before speaking hesitantly,
"Of course, here you are." And Tiberius gave the letter to the Storyteller so he could read it. Tiberius was also curious to know if he knew the handwriting but didn't lead on too it.
Zenovia next spoke up about the letter. The knight looked at her and smiled, though she couldn't see it.
"Of course my dear, I would want nothing less then for you to read what lies within."After awhile, the Storyteller gave him his letter back but chose not to say anything. Tiberius wondered what the man was thinking and was about to ask him when Xen spoke up. They would be making camp soon, only a half a day away from the mines. He was still unsure about the details of the mission with the caravans but he was confident that Xen would enlighten them when the time came. Or so he thought. He watched him give the map to Kaite and Tiberius rolled his eyes. Some leader he was turning out to be, unless there was more going on, it was up to him to be a guide and lead his group.
Tiberius couldn't help but smirk when Kaite replied in her witty tone. As the conversation turned to him he replied in a sarcastic but playful tone,
"Oh no, sorry. I don't have a lot of experience actually, it's all up to you I'm afraid."-----
After that it was constant back and forth between the party and all sorts of bickering. By nightfall they made camp and Tiberius finally dismounted Lancel, giving him some water. After that he went and sat down next to the fire, suddenly realizing how utterly exhausted he was. it had been a long day, and the night before he had not really slept, so he was looking forward to his bedroll, no matter how uncomfortable it was going to be. As the fire warmed him and played tricks on his vision he could feel himself drifting as the bickering of strategy became second the the crackle of the fire. He began to nod when the howling started. Deep, guttural and unfamiliar to him.
Needless to say, he was completely caught off guard as one broke from the undergrowth of the dark forest and charged at him. He was slow to the draw and it was almost upon him, he wasn't going to have enough time. Then, Vert jumped in the way, using her maw to stop the beast. Once again, he was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. This creature, one that he ridiculed earlier, had recklessly thrown it- herself...At the danger that would have easily killed him. He suddenly felt very conflicted, perhaps this Vert could be decent after all but at the same time, he couldn't forgive what had happened earlier. Perhaps- No, this was no time to think about apologizing but instead for action. They were being stalked now, by more of the brutes and he was inclined to become prepared. Xen shouted that they should should get to the fire, a good strategy less the wargs cut them off from each other.
He grabbed his helmet and put it on, then unsheathed his long sword. Tiberius stood erect next to the fire, his form menacing. The rush of battle filled his ears, his heart beat loudly in his chest as adrenaline kicked in. As Kaite shouted at the beasts Tiberius scanned the treeline, trying his best to see into the night. He could definitely hear the beasts, loud and wicked they were but stupid all the same. There was next a loud crunch of broken limps and other debris has a warg charged at Kaite from the eerie night. A impressive display then showed him just how well trained she was, as she easily killed the beast. Then, as she got ready to make her way back, a second attacked by surprise and his heart sank when he saw the third. He looked at the others, Ivan was prepared, Zenovia had just killed a Warg, The Storyteller and Laina were tending to Vert, which meant they would be safe for now.
A presence he had never felt before began to rear its head, dark, cold and foreboding. It sent shivers down his spine and he knew he needed to act fast before whatever else was coming arrived.
He ran at Kaite's adversaries but half way there a new warg emerged, pitch black and snarling at the mouth. It charged him, and Tiberius prepared himself as he saw Kaite take down her second. When he looked back, in that moment everything seemed to pause around him, the only thing that mattered was the black warg. Its figure was muscular, its jagged teeth were sharp and more then capable of rending his flesh and bone but that would not happen. Not now, not ever. He let his instincts take over as the warg came upon him and as it attacked him, Tiberius sidestepped it, and then sank his blade within its furry neck as it tried to turn. It died instantly and fell over, bleeding dark blood.
He then turned his attention to Kaite and saw she was in trouble. Putting his own safety aside, he charged the warg. It noticed him too late, Tiberius slammed the bulk of his weight into the creature, knocking it over onto its side. He then plunged his sword in its brain, killing it. The slam hurt Tiberius slightly, the damn creature was like a wall but Kaite had wounded it enough to get the job done. He turned to her and asked,
"Are you alright?" 
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