warg

Like every battle before, and likely every battle that will come, the plan in place does not even survive the first few minutes before it needs adjusting.  When the roar makes the ground tremble and Emmawynn sees the warg chasing Gemmah toward her, she shifts her focus.  She shoots arrow after arrow into his flesh, causing him to stagger in anger, to pursue harder, to lash out in pain. 
 

I was washing pots and pans after a meal with my brother and his beautiful family. They provided the food, I cooked and offered to tidy after.  They had left an hour before and I lazily decided to wait a while to clear the laden table as I was tired.  I was feeling drained from the day before when Errak and his little one required my services. There was definitely something sinister that had happened to them, I could feel it and it had sapped my energy healing them. 

With all these nightmares and the past chase on the trek to my house, with my training started to really teach me how to deal with threats, I believe its time to deal with these nightmares. I did my chores, anxious to get to rest, hoping that the nightmare will happen again. Dinner was good, as always it is. I went to sleep quickly, and soon descended into the same, dark, dimly lit, forest that I was in before in the other nightmares. This time I was with a lantern by my hip, shield on my left hand, and spear in my right. I was ready to face my fear, or at least attempt to.

It was a cold winter, especially moreso in the northern regions such as the woods of Annúndir that resided between the Fields of Fornost and Kingsfell. Despite the temperature, the day was glowing, but the sun hid behind a mask of clouds. It was to be expected as light comes with heat, and if heat was masked so should light.

     I awoke this morning to a crisp chill in the air. It wasn’t quite as cold as yesterday, and I decided to go hunting, as my food supply had begun to dwindle. As I moved throughout the vale, I found tracks of elk, moose, wolverines, wolves, and even some wargs. I trapped two wolverines in traps I had set, and shot a thirty-point buck, as well as an unexpected encounter with a wolf.

Prithbo and I were sitting in our room after venturing into chetwood for information about wargs. It was still the room which we rented before with a window on the wall, between the two beds. There were still cracks in the wall. Prithbo took seat on a chair in a dark corner of the room.

The only i hear is my own breath. i am close to the warg now... Around me are very much bushes... i am chasing him...i run as fast as I can. and the warg smells me...Suddently, there he is! Only 50 meters away! He turns his head, then he looks to me... I stop. now i do not see a warg anymore. only death. now that i look to him, i would not fight with him anymore, and i should rather go on the run then approaching him! But he looks closely to me, sets his claws in the ground. Then he makes a large jump and he begins to sprint! I am thinking about nothing anymore!