Strife Of The Eclipse

Stefan

The mountains of North Fair Wind City were roughly cold that evening.

A storm front was building up near Valemadura City, and the wind was carrying the cold southwest, past the Bandit King territory.

Near those mountains, a small detachment from Valemadura was posted, about two kilometers south of the now Draugr-occupied Border Outpost, from where heavily armed parties of Draugr legionnaires, came out every day, for the past three months.

At a short distance from the dusty path leading south towards the plains of Erenhadi, covered behind a rocky wall, a few soldiers were scouting the area.

“You sure you’re o.k.?” -asked Scott, in a low voice.

“I am.” -said Gentry, calm but firmly- “Why do you ask?”.

“You look a little… pale… mate “- joked Scott, mocking his sylvari comrade.

“Would you two stop that?” That joke is like millenias old.

The dry response came from Stefan, the young officer sent from Valemadura a month ago, ahead of a detachment of five hundred soldiers to reinforce