Andruin Recap - 8 - Fight with Fae and Friends They rode along the path the next morning and into the early afternoon. Anxious with anticipation for an ambush. Nashala had seethed since the goblin herald left the camp and she was hardly trying to hide it. If she spoke to anyone at all it was likely Kelnorel. But as far as Efron could tell, she had kept to herself. Acting willfully unpleasant—and to Efron specifically—since they left the farmstead. Howling of those wolves raked across the silence between them all. Surrounding them with the din. The foul creatures made themselves plain not long after the group stopped and closed in a defensive formation around Master Vanyard. Goblins emerged from the bush brandishing blade and bow. And finally a great hulking mass of humanoid earth rose from the path ahead of them. To that, Efron shifted into a werefox. Since the loss of their companion, no one had even broached the painful subject with Nashala. And now that they were facing a perilous battle ahead, Efron felt the nee
Andruin Recap - 7 - Trouble in Dunhams Cross The fool boy, Kenner, let it slip that Captain Cillian was indeed his father. Having forgotten himself when hearing what would await them all upon their return back to Andruin, he referred to the Arkaran born Cillian as “papa”. The look Kenner got from Cillian had the boy casting his eyes down embarrassed. Ashamed. It explained the boy's actions in trying to free the man despite how he treated him or keeping close to him. There was a hushed and quiet tone from Cillian that could have almost been considered fatherly at seeing his son's reaction. “It's fine, boy.” he looked to Terrian and Thorren with his usual fearless gaze, “You won't hang.”
Paying little care to the serious moment, Efron tossed Cillian some jerky. Enough for him and Kenner, but not Vanyard—because fuck him. He grinned at Thorren. “Did I call it or did I call it, eh?” He took a bite from Vanyard's jerky and walked over
Andruin Recap - 6 - Fiends and Winters Thaw
Such noises came from the main house that night. The descriptions of which Thorren kept as military as possible when relaying them to Facar and Efron who he woke for the last watch. Military or embellished, Efron wasn't pleased to hear any of it, as well as feeling a little guilty for having slept through it. He was exhausted. No one would blame him. Thorren went to sleep and Facar and Efron were left to their watch. The night was thankfully dwindling and they didn't hear a single thing from the house. No disturbances inside or out, which they both took as a blessing. And a sign that this night of events was over. Taking that all into account, Facar had Efron gathered some supplies from within the barn to fashion a breakfast. It was the first time someone other then Thorren or Terrian acknowledged him since the incident with the window. Efron was thrilled to oblige.
As Facar sat over the pot of stew, Efron meekly attempted to broach the subject of his vulpine form. Facar stoppe
Andruin Recap - 5 - Witch in the Woods
“There is a tale of two princes. One whose soul was cursed by the fae and the other that got away. The elder was heir to the kingdom. The younger merely a vassal and unable to inherit what he felt he desired. What he deserved. So one day he made a deal with the fae. They would capture the soul of his elder brother so that he couldn't secure the throne to the kingdom. Leaving the younger alone to claim it all. The fae were pleased with the exchange and devised a plan to rob the elder of his soul piece by piece. They scratched a number into the dirt at a crossroad. The number nine. That would represent the number of pieces that would be taken from the prince's soul every time he crossed it. Until, at last, they taken all of his soul and would be theirs forever. But the elder prince was clever, you see. He caught wind of his brother's treachery and approached the crossroad from the opposite direction. Rendering the nine into a six. Doing so bought him time enough to sire an heir