Arrowhold - 51052 Rain (Previous, Next)
The wall of Arrowhold
After an extended travel over the cliffs lasting several days, the log wall that the Lady of the Valley described finally came in sight. Leora was relieved to see it rise up from the mist, although she was concerned about the sudden silence in the area.
Cyor and Leora slowly move from rock to rock, Cyor keeping his arrow knocked as a precaution.
“This is the place, but it looks….quiet”, Leora whispers.
“It does… by the way, I wonder why they call it Arrowhold…”, Cyor replies softly.
He motions Leora to continue the approach.
As they come closer, they notice a small gate in the log wall. The gate stands ajar, and a crooked man with a bow and damaged light armour comes walking out through the swampy soil. He notices Cyor immediately and stares him straight in the eyes for just an instant.
“Alarum!”, he shouts.
At that moment, half a dozen archers immediately rise above the log wall, and knock their arrows.
“Death to Kazamer!” they shout collectively as they release their arrows towards Cyor. Cyor dives away from the arrow volley, hastily releasing his own arrow in the process to hit the log wall. He manages to evade most arrows, although one of the arrows gets stuck in the sole of his boot.
Leora and Cyor hide together behind a large rock. Cyor pulls out the arrow.
“What do we do now?”, Leora asks with mild desperation.
“Good question Leora, but I’ve got this under control. They are no match for me so let me handle this.”
Cyor dives away from the rock, knocks and fires two more arrows, and manages to hit two of the archers on the wall straight in the chest. However, when he readies himself to knock two more arrows he notices a peasant standing behind him, along with two guard hounds. Cyor looks startled as the peasant quickly opens a bottle that releases green fumes.
Leora Kytterak
Leora looks on as Cyor collapses to the ground, and the peasant appears to prepare to drag him away together with his dogs.
She ponders. She’ll have to do something, otherwise he might kill Cyor! But if she reveals herself than she might get poisoned too…
However, her care for Cyor is simply too strong to resist, so she steps away from the rock, and shouts towards the peasant.
“Please don’t kill him! I will surrender if you spare him!”
The peasant looks around. His dogs start barking but he motions them to remain still.
“A woman with that kind of fancy armour? You don’t look like you are from Kazamer…”
“I am not.”, she responds, “Now, could you please let us live?”
The peasant hesitates to respond, and appears to look not at her, but past her.
At that moment a man clad in black robes, wearing a mask, appears next to Leora.
“Sure, we’ll let you live. But you’re coming with us now.”
He opens a bottle with green fumes, and Leora, too, passes out.