Re: Paths of the Damned - Prologue: Through the Drakwald
"Nice to meet you Lottie," said Lukas but he wasn't sure he really meant it. He was certain she was familiar but he couldn't place it but he didn't care that the girl was seemingly spoiling for a fight. Then again, he fully understood why one would be tired, frustrated and just not up to making friends if Beastmen had burnt down your source of livelihood and slaughtered half your village. Sadly, it was something everyone could relate to.
"Yes, we have met elves in the Drakwald, and they are real!" he said, his tone matching the girls awe somewhat. "They are beuatiful and mysterious but dangerous to. I'm glad I saw them, but I'm not sure I'd want to meet them again. You're welcome at the camp fire tonight, and I am sure my friends and I can tell you more about them."
And with that, Lukas decided not to press the girl further and went to help the rest of the villagers with their things to prepare their joining of the camp.
Lukas tossed and turned under his bedroll. His dreams were filled with the sights and sounds of battle, of vile mutated faces and teeth and tusk and horns soaked in blood. They segued into a little death of sorts as the river claimed him, before being fished out by a mother he could not remember. She was beautiful and she tended him and brought him to life and then he saw it wasn't his mother, it was Luciana, poor Luciana haunting his dreams too. Or was it his mother? He heard the cry of a babe and he wasn't sure if it was his own and then confused, he realised he was awake and the cries were not in his dreams and were coming from the wagon where the orphans slept.
Lukas wasn't a parent and had never experienced that automatic response a father may feel when they heard their child crying and they rushed to respond, but something inside him told him that there was a problem and it wasn't just a child having nightmares similar to his own and the rest of the camp. He rolled out from underneath his blanket, a sense of urgency filling him. He grabbed his hand axe and strode purposefully to Granny's wagon, knowing that something wasn't right.
He poked his head through the flaps and saw the tearful children, but old Granny was nowhere to be found.
'By Ulric's beard where is she now!' he thought, frustrated as he tried to soothe the children.
"There, there..." he said, trying to calm then down. "No need to be upset...now what's happened? Why are you crying and what's happened to Granny?" Lukas felt he was doing no good, and really when you think about it, although some of the children may have seen him about town and they had witnessed many horrors no one really wants to be disturbed by a dirty, bearded man dressed in black poking his head through the flaps of the wagon brandishing a handaxe do they?
Realising he was out of his depth with the children he called to the fire.
"Granny's gone walkabout again," he cried, frustrated that his free-spirited friend had wandered off again. He looked towards his companions, most of them looked less child-friendly than he! "Edgar, wake up pal, you're good with kids. Come and help me get some sense out of these little 'uns" he called over to the fire.