
Through the severed eye I saw a great fire. And many men running about in confusion, derision and all manner of chaos. Inside the fire stands a house, its timbers and beams slowly collapsing inward. Yet Bryony de Rose is nowhere in sight amidst what appears to be a war. Yes. A war. It is Astarté I have reached. She watches for me; listens to their unintelligible cries for vengeance.. and at last I have gathered that the burning house belongs to one of the men in Carver's Outpost. They blame.. Bryony.. for this great arsen.
"Are you any good with a sword?" This I asked of Shadow, who once again seemed revolted by the mere idea of fighting. I suppose he thought I would enlist him into a battle of arms. And while I did intend to enlist him.. it was nothing like he may have imagined. For it is a demon I mean to trap.
I must find Bryony soon.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
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