MIRKWOOD RPG

[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya's chest churned with fear. She looked over at Taralphiel. The mortal was shaking. Anarya soon felt herself trembling with terror as she heard a sound that sent a shiver down her back.

Like something dragging its stomach along the ground like a snake would, except it sounded bigger than a regular snake, and seemed to be far more fearsome.

Rudhchamion motioned for them to ascend into the tree behind them. No one ignored the order. Taralphiel held Khelek in her lap, brandishing her dagger, while Rudhchamion and Anarya were on either side of her, their arrows drawn and taut upon the bow string.

Anarya gazed through the growing mist that had descended and shivered in the drawing cold.

She looked at her companions. Taralphiel was pale but had a courageous look upon her face. Anarya smiled at the mortal encouragingly. Khelek's ears twitched back and forth, nervous and alert. Rudhchamion seemed deep in some concentration of his own mind.

Then, the thing came into view...