Five Weeks Earlier…
Late Night Scare
The wind rattled the windows something terrible, filling the house with a chattering chorus. Anne held the candle out before her as if it were an impenetrable shield. The professor often chastised her overly cautious nature, but she had heard stories. Her mother always said ‘there is truth even in the wildest of tales’. She liked to think her mother was telling a truth as well, even if it was a small one.
I landed squarely on my feet before throwing a few darts at the creature, only for them to bounce off like pebbles. Disappointed, I tossed a few smoke bombs his way while I reached for my swords. Nothing too remarkable about them, really. A standard issued gladius in my right and a spatha in my left. A little unbalanced, I know, but for some reason, it always seemed to work for me. This odd quirk of mine would earn me the distinction of being called ‘Tristan the Hefty Lefty.’
At first glance, I was not quite sure if I was hallucinating. Some of the men partook in Ulyrian Truffle, but I did not find reality overbearing to the point where I wanted to fill my vision with wild colours and ghosts. I blinked twice and the spectre-like figure was still there, completely clad in black.
There was nothing particularly particular about the town of Shade’s Reach. It was more of an assortment of small houses sitting in the middle of nowhere. There was no major reason to visit the town, and if one was to ask any of its twenty odd denizens, they very much would prefer it that way. Of course, the town does get a few visitors, welcome or unwelcome, from time to time, whether it’s a starving, thirsty traveler at death’s door or the provincial guard stopping by for a drink. They would have gone for the local girls, too, had they been just a little less homely.