The Chronicles of Zaor Dreharice

Part 10: Darkwell Harborage

             As I finally got out of the vines and dense brush, I found a small camp. This wasn't a very well up kept camp, with some lush vines encircling most of the camp, trees growing into some tents, and even an entire tent in a tree! There were only three people there a dwarf, a gnome, and a human who seemed to be a Royal Enforcer of Duchess Masser. He was holding the other two as captives I think. The gnome a small, weak, pale, and seemingly genius man. The dwarf being the polar opposite, burly, strong, and seemingly an incoherent, inarticulate pile of muscle. The enforcer was a young man, late 20's, strong, almost like the stereotypical farm boy. He didn't notice me until I was right up on him, and I said " Well what have we here?"

      He then proceeded to turn around with the speed of a flying arrow, bring his sword to my throat and say " And I should ask the same of you elf."

     I simply pushed his blade away, only telling him that I was no threat to him. He of course didn't believe me, so he pushed his blade back to my throat. I seemed familiar to him, then he realized I was the wanted man. He then proceeded to get me into handcuffs and put me with the others. What he didn't realize was that I had a lockpick, and was trained to use it. I felt like a clever mouse, hindering the cat in this game of cat and mouse. I then proceeded to uncuff my self. Then uncuffed the others. Once we were all uncuffed we hatched a scheme. The dwarf, who's name was Barric would run out in front of the enforcer and distract him, then I would come up behind him and knock him unconscious. Then Wolfgang, the gnome, would proceed to brew a concoction that would keep him subdued until we were at least a decent distance away. The plan went off without a hitch. 

        Once it was nightfall, we all set up camp, and that was when I realized that this wasn't all that it seemed. I saw the true colors of the two. After I fell asleep I woke up to two large furry creatures standing on two legs on the bluff ahead, one shorter than the other. I then head an unearthly howl as the full moon rose over the sky. I then heard 5 other howls of varying pitches. After 20 minutes I saw 5 other furry beasts arrive to the howlers. I had realized what they were, lycanthropes. I had already prepared for the situation back in Southwold, but never got to try my skills out. I began with fire. The beasts were primal creatures with only about a half a brain in their skulls, so they ran. I felt another presence however, one familiar yet sinister. I then saw a flash of darkness across the moon as I realized that Kiirion the Ruthless had arrived at the unearthly howls. She saw the pack and hissed " The Feral Morning Pack, I should've known"

          The pack then proceeded to charge Kiirion. She dodged swiftly but not swiftly enough as one of the pack members was coming up behind her. She heard the thumping and heard the leap so she ducked and let the wolf attack the others on a blunder. As the wolves were trying to rebound she jumped with unearthly height into a tree and then swooped down and bit Barric. Before she could get away Barric grabbed her and threw her to the ground. Then the others mauled her a bit before she mesmerized them. She escaped knowing that she couldn't win this fight at their advantage. I then threw all notions that vampires were more powerful than lycanthropes. I ran. I ran faster than I ever had, with only my bag, my sword and the clothes on my back. After I got to the nearest town, I saw an inn, but it wasn't easy to spot in all of the gloom.