The alchemist's journey.

Rescue Party

Morning comes and Luna lazily stretches her body, begrudgingly pulling off the blanket that covered her. Looking around the room she doesn't see Artimus. Not thinking anything is wrong she wanders out to the main hall of the inn where a nice fire is lit and everyone is ordering food. She looks around to see the others sitting at a table and joins them. "Morning sleeping beauty!" Markus said jokingly grinning as big as he could. Magnus sat there and examined the room and asked, "So where's our alchemist?" Luna looked confused, "I thought he was with you guys out here?" Magnus walked with Luna to where her and Artimus slept, his supplies where still there, but he was gone.

Luna races to the Inn keeper and asks about him and if she's seen where he went. The Inn keeper doesn't know what happened although she did say that she found some odd looking dart on the ground near Luna's room. Luna takes it precautiosly into her fingertips to examine it. It was very crude yet it held on it's surface traces of blood.

Magnus walks over "What did you find Luna?" He asks with his deep monotone voice. She looked at him holding her hand upwards towards him. He takes the item and examines it. With shock in his eyes, his hands trembling at the site of it. Markus staggers over to glance at it. When he sees it he too quakes in fear. Luna stares in confusion as to what could make the two strongest men she's know to quiver with fear.

  "Luna this is a dart made of red crystal imbued with runic symbols of a long thought dead but ancient cult." Magnus said waveringly. "It's been told that normally two of these are used by the cult to subdue their targets, and I'm thinking Artimus was clever enough to remove one." Luna stood silent, not knowing what to do next. A year silently rolled down her cheek. Magnus saw this and walked towards her. Reaching out his hand to lay upon her cheek. "Look at me Luna, we are going to get him back! We promised Daemus we'd bring him back, plus he's one of us now and we don't leave our kin to die."

  The crew packed their things and the small amount that Artimus had brought with him. As they walked outside from the in, the air was unusually cold and a cool breeze snapped by them sounding as if it was a silent scream from another plane. The three of them began walking, on their personal quest to rescue their comrade. As their figures faded into the horizon the setting sun turned the sky into a mixture of white clouds and golden rays of light.