Vice and Memory Grip - Part 4It took a good long while for the storm to dissipate but by then the two people between the large rock were fast asleep. As the storm cleared in the early hours of night, a fog replaced it, slowly creeping in. It was light at first and hardly noticeable. But as the sun started to rise, it had grown so thick; you could only see clearly a couple of metres ahead before it started getting hazy. The pathway was still in view but who knew how bad the fog would get.
Eletha woke a little while after the sun was up, stirred by the sudden smell of something tasty. Her stomach growled and the noise made her eyes flutter open. She squinted with her face scrunched up as she tried to take in the light. She was laying on the ground, the blanket firmly wrapped around her body that was curled up in a ball. She sat up slowly, letting the blanket fall off of her as she got her bearings. It took her a moment to realise where she was and that she had been travelling with a stranger.
Mission 015 - Notorious Thief Zero
The day had really not gone as planned. In fact, it had gone terribly wrong. Eletha was stood in the middle of a road, weaponless and penniless. Even her armour was gone. She scrunched up her face in frustration, her brow knitted as her body began to tremble, her hands raising up to grip the sides of her head. Her eyes closed tightly as she pressed her hands over her ears, trying to control herself, before her eyelids flew open, her purple gaze ablaze. If people passed by her, they’d feel a frightening aura from her. She was absolutely raging! How did this happen? Everything was stolen! Some thief got the jump on her while her guard was down and the next thing she knew she was waking up with nothing but the clothes she wore. Even the photo if her family she kept so she would never forget their faces and her precious necklace were gone. Her mother’s memento.
“That…that…” she struggled not to call the thief a name. She was going to hound that thief lik
Mission 14 - Tales long passed.Eletha sat around a campfire with a group of people who had gone on a camping trip. She had come across them when travelling over some high hills covered in scattered groups of trees. She had been walking for a while so had welcomed the invitation.
The group consisted of two girls and two guys in their late teens and early twenties. It was early evening, with the sun having set an hour or so before. The closest girl called April, and youngest at eighteen, handed Eletha a warm cup of tea. The elf woman took it from her with a thank you and blew on it before taking a sip. The people before her were all humans so despite being older she looked like she was in her late teens herself.
The group chatted to her as if they were friends already, then began exchanging stories with her before finally the other girl called Candice, who Eletha found out was twenty, turned to her and asked, “Have you any nice stories to share with us?” Her long auburn hair blew in her face a little so sh