Guardians

[forsaken_bard]

The rain and the storm howled around them. The shield covering Asmodean kept the two of them largely dry. Trees loomed overhead. The Chosen's eyes darted back and forth. They were a good ways from the house, but they would make it within the hour at least.

That was not what worried him.

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[agirllost]

She can feel his paranoia through the link, but she doesn't see anything. Not, of course, that she's looking.

Her pulse is normal, her breathing regular, and she's trying to appear as if nothing's wrong, but dark thoughts keep threatening to creep back into her mind and she's alone in the middle of the woods with one of the most dangerous men alive.

Fear is beyond her right now. Moving because she knows she has to move, focusing on her goal of saving her friends from fates she can't imagine.

[forsaken_bard]

His head snaps back over his shoulder, for as tall as he was trying to walk, the air of confidence was hiding his fear. He wanted to be back in that room. Back in his bed. He wanted this list back in Ishamael's study.

"Ishamael will have... creatures guarding his estate. He is not that foolish."

He was so very tired. A lot had happened. He was tired.

[agirllost]

She follows him, barely feeling the rocks and twigs cutting up her feet.

Through the link she feels exhaustion and it almost overrides everything else, feeling her eyes start to close before she forces herself to ignore it.

"Creatures?"

[forsaken_bard]

A side-long glance off to one side. The rain would keep the Darkhounds at bay. Or it should. Never hurt to be cautious. Ishamael doubtlessly had the first fruits of Aginor's deranged brain.

"Shadowspawn."