Thrax and Ellyn were sprawled out on the cold forest floor. They had spent the entire afternoon following a game trail to this very spot, a clump of bushes at the edge of the forest.
Both of them wiggled to get more comfortable, their armor creaking like a tired old man’s back. They peeked through the bushes, between the leaves, and saw a cave opening across from a small grassy field and at the bottom of a giant cliff face. A strange light emanated from inside the cave opening.
Gilliam crept up behind them and in a hushed tone said, “This looks like the only way in or out.” Ellyn glanced up at him, her grip tightened on her mace.
“It’ll be dark soon, if we’re going to do this today, it has to be now,” she said.
“Horses?” Thrax said, cocking his head toward Gilliam.
“Secured, they’ll be there when we get back.”
“Ok, let’s get this done and collect our gold,” Thrax hissed.
It was early morning when Thrax and his companions arrived at Cepra, a small farming village at the edge of the Valtorevi Forest. The companions had heard rumors swirling for months in this part of the realm, rumors of an evil Necromancer that had cast a deadly plague on this village.
Calls went out far and wide for anyone who could help rid the village of his evil…
