Eluvian

[aestrix]

This isn't their forest. Well, it is, but it's further west than the clan's ever gone before, and it's got Tamlen twitchy. Because he doesn't know these woods. Because anyone could be lurking around the corner, ready to cause trouble at their camp, or drive them away entirely. He's got his hunting partner, though, so the odds are heavily in their favor that they'll spot anyone that comes within two miles, but it still makes him a bit nervous, not knowing everything about this part of the forest.

Within two miles, there are: three shemlen, running for their lives. Following them, there is a bear. Tamlen isn't aware of this, but his hunting partner might be able to figure it out.

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"A lot of fucking use I am if I can't save my best friend from a magic mirror and some darkspawn," says Shiral, in that particular light playful voice she uses when everything has gone to hell and humour is her only recourse. The last time she talked like this, she was climbing out of a ravine with a broken leg. She turns to carry him out of the room.

The mirror—does something, as soon as Tamlen can't see it anymore. She wasn't looking; she can't tell what it was. All she knows is there's a flash of bright light and a terrible sound, and her vision blurs and her entire body hurts and she feels dizzy and weak and she grits her teeth and carries the now-unconscious Tamlen out into the corridor. She will fight her way past a band of darkspawn like this if she has to. And then carry him back to camp. She will.



She makes it as far as the elven statue before she collapses.