crossing worlds

*Sits up*
"What're you doing?"

they flash behind them and cut their heads off they then head towards the palace cutting down anyone in their way and they start breaking the door down

nyrin: well shit well want to explore maybe they'll pay better

yssamire: making a more readable map from this almost unreadable map

"Would you like some help?"
*He quickly gets dressed*

Traven: we can only hope (traven leads the way both swords out)

she follows grabbing out her swords
nyrin: hmmm i wonder how this place will be

yssamire: no just using a regeneration spell

"Alright then, so tell me about yourself"

yssamire: I love to experiment with magic try new things im trying to make a powerful soul of some sort of sorcerer a new physical form

"What's wrong with your physical form?"

yssamire blushes
yssamire: why how sweet but its not my form im creating its for a spirit around here who is a guardian of this world but I appreciate the compliment if you saw what I origionally looked like you would call me a freak

"And why do you think that?"

yssamire: its something I don't like talking about it

"If it bothers you I won't bring it up, but I doubt I'll call you a freak"

Traven: cant be worse then most o the shit holes in tameria

she walks over to him and hands him the map
"here you go its all done"

nyrin: yeah damn right

"Thank you"
*He takes the map and quickly reads it, finding out his location in relation to other places*

yssamire: any places you know?

The two continue their pace

"None"

they hear voices in the cave weird voices and a light from a torch coming towards them

yssamire: huh same here

"Looks like we're strangers on a foreign world. How did you get here?"

" I was dragged here"

"By what?"

"warriors known as the wild hunt

"The Wild Hunt?"

"warriors who travel between worlds capturing men and women taking them back as slaves"

"holy shit... Are they going to come looking for you?"

"they are that's why im hiding here"

"Well, as the inquisitor it is my job to help those in need. So I guess I'll have to stay here with you until it's safe"

"huh well I wont need protection when my witcher arrives"

"But until then my dear, I'm afraid I'll be protecting you"

guessing the guards fall dead then

they head to the door breaking it down and portals appear summoning more of them

the palace guards are now upon them, with sword spear and shield

The two continue their pace approaching the light travens swords at the ready

a warrior with a staff walks through the portal they feel even colder now with his apperance

two orcs are patrolling the cave nyrin pulls him in the dark and waits for them to pass

Traven hides across from her signiling if they should ambush the orcs

"So who or what is the 'Wild Hunt'?"

they push on, still fighting

he points the glowing ball of his staff at them and freezes them

nyrin nods and cuts ones head off and stabs the other

yssamire: well they are a race of high elves people think they are undead knights

.........

"Right, what's their armour like?"
*He lays out his arrows on a table/rock*

they head to the king and queen some of them grab out squirming bags
the queen can hear the invaders speaking a strange elvish but she can understand some but not all of his words

yssamire: thick yet light for them that is

aragorn has disappeared....and ambushes the invaders from behind, decapitating 2 in one swing of anduril

"Thank you, do you need anything?"

one of them stabs a bag then throws it at him what rolls out is a dead hobbit
there are twenty more of the bags all of them ready to strike them the larger one speaks to him
"i smell a elf around here why Is that filth if you do not comply more of these halflings will die"
they surround him

Traven beheads te other

yssamire: no not that i can think of thank you though

after they sneak out of the cave they see a beautiful land

"I will return shortly, I'm just gonna go looking for a village or a blacksmith"