WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Darkness Eternal]

The tunnels sent Draken messages of scream and pain and even the faint smell of burning flesh. Kayla once again dispatched her foes, and he heard her running through the tunnels to where he was, her gear in hand and his as well.

As she helped him, his father’s words of everlasting wisdom echoed in his mind.

She leaned down to help him, her throat only inches away from his face. Draken's hand just begging him to take his sword.

Come across one with more patience and you’ll fail to block the dagger at your throat.

The woman was oblivious to Dawnbreaker, who’s radiating light was like a frantic warning unheard. To Draken it was as if the blade was trying to alert Kayla, vying for her attention to warn her by saying: he’s a creature of the night. A vampire. An undead. Smite him! But she paid it no need. She was here, now, helping her greatest enemy.

Come across one with more cunning and you’ll hold the knife that takes your life.

Her blade’s call was thankfully ignored as she devoted her attention and heart to saving him. This was the bane of every soft heart in the world, for it resulted in just this scene. Mawkish pity for another one barely knows will lead to death and this was a potential flaw and weakness in most warriors of the light. For her concern for him spoke greater than her sword.

If she only knew . . .

If she only knew, he would be dead as dead can be. Laying in the ground as a pile of ash and blood for the limited, narrow view of the slayers thought: dead must stay dead. But to Draken the simplest response was: every living creature must die eventually.

The wounded nobleman drank the potion and gulped down its contents with rapacious zeal but the liquid to him felt bitter and empty, not as thick, sweet and warm as blood. But it served its purpose. This he could not ignore.

Draken did not return a smile but rather an acknowledging nod of false approval as he was led to his feet. His hand reached for his saber and he mumbled his thanks. He felt his blood purge the paralysis away like fire scorching fabric. He felt his enhanced abilities return to him. If Kayla was a tad bit more distracted, Draken thought:

Come across one that is quicker and you’ll fail to dodge the sword at your back.

“You earned my gratitude, Kayla,” he said with normal voice. “I’ll be fine. Go on. I will only hold you back.”

He wasn’t sure if she would go or remain but he was inclined to believe in the latter choice. Her selfless choices only pointed to her trying to aid him through the caverns. He believed this because he’s been through it before in an all too familiar situation. The voice in his head whispered:

Come across one more intelligent and you'll never see your end.