Sin'Alah

The Forest Burns

"Stop here" Teleion says putting his hand against the tree. As he catches his breath, he looks over the adepts that have fled with him. No more than a dozen had followed him from the town.

He recognizes only a few of the adepts that because they were around his year. Erris Dawnstrider, Zada Sliverfall, Ma'thas Blackflame, Matis Redbane, Talina Sliverbloom, and Alinne Deefall. He counts up them all and sees their are only 10 adepts. There were at least 14 in the cellar. This could be all that survived of the at least 50 membered church, of a town that had around 4,000 people.

He looks over at Erris. Erris looks back and gives a faint smile. He never was able to make friends easily in the church. Erris was the closest thing that would be related to one.  He was more friends with the young rangers in training Beris would sometimes bring on their expeditions.

Erris then stands up and walks over to him.

"You okay?" He asks taking out a piece of bread from his bag that he snatched before they left.

"I'm alright, thank you" He takes the piece of bread from him and takes a small bite of it. It's soft if it has just been freshly baked and melts in his mouth.

"This is good bread" Teleion says

"I made it myself this morning. I was saving it for a special occastion but this is the closet It'll get." He replies

"We should probably get going" Teleion replies starting to get up.

Erris nods and stands up with him.

"Alright everyone, we should continue walking. We should find someone soon" He says

The rest groan and start to get up. There limbs sore from walking for about 5 miles now. They start to trudge off to the north were Slivermoon should be located.

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"Can we take a break please?" Asks Alinne, one of the younger adepts

Teleion stops and sighs. He looks back and sees her stumbling over a tree root. Her light blonde hair is grimy and littered with leaves and small twigs. Her blue eyes are weary. Her frail frame looks on the verge of collapsing. Erris catches her before she was able to fall head first into a tree trunk.

"Yes, of course" he says leaning against a tree.

The adepts then start sitting down a talking amongst themselves. Erris talks with Matis about something. A group of girls giggle something they found in the tree route. A few boys throw rocks to see how high they can get.

Ma'thas walks over with a scowl on his face

"Good job Tel, now you got us exhausted in the middle of the woods. Now what?" He says with vile

Teleion tries to hold in a retort and replies as calmly as he can "We aren't lost. We just need to keep heading north"

Right when Ma'thas looks like he's about to snap back the sound of footsteps can be heard just beyond the bushes. They all freeze. Teleion puts his finger to his lips and then slowly walks over to the bushes.

Then bursts out a running hawkstrider, his purple wings look odd next to the greens, oranges and reds of his torso. The surprise knocks Teleion backwards onto the ground. The rider adorns the clothing of the rangers. Light leather armor with a bow slung over there back. Her bright orange hair is in a ponytail hanging from the back of her neck.