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[b][u]Scott Rutherford
Lysakr, Alfheimr
Month One[/u][/b]

[color=c4df9b]"Heh, I know a Hexblood* you'd like."[/color] Scott commented, [color=c4df9b]"She always loved it when her victims screamed, connected her to The Heart she said. I don't know about that, but they are called Hexbloods for a reason."[/color] He wouldn't be surprised if the more mad species of the Fae all turned out to have frequent conversations with the mysterious artifact. Scott finished putting the fire of their campsite out, the last thing they needed to do was alert the Elves they were poking about their ruins.

[color=c4df9b]"Come on then,"[/color] he said, standing and brushing off his hands. [color=c4df9b]"We won't find any underground entrances from here."[/color] He strode back over to the edge of the ridge and scanned the side of the slope. [color=c4df9b]"There, it's a path down. Probably used to reach Harkelda, that's the one up that mountain there."[/color] He gestured past the path to a high peak in the distance, lights dotted it's southern face. [color=c4df9b]"That city was largely untouched, probably because it's so small in comparison to this, but that's the most active Elven settlement in this region so we'll need to watch our backs that way."[/color]

He began making his way down the slope towards the path that would take them into the city. It was a simple dirt path, and it was slightly damp though it had yet to rain the entire time they'd been here. [color=c4df9b]"Be careful what you touch, we don't want something to collapse on you, or worse, curse you. The Elves were magicians, curses and blessings were their specialty, so if it's still shiny it'll probably turn your blood to dust if you touch it."[/color] He warned, he doubted such a spell existed in this place, but he'd dealt with enough demons to know the curse did in fact exist.

He felt a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, he was forgetting something, but what was it? He narrowed his eyes at the city, catching a glimpse of a shapeless flame horror in a collapsed tower near the entrance. This was unlikely to go well.

Still, he could just fill one of them with fel energy if they got overwhelmed. The corrupted being would turn to attack it's fellows as surely as it'd attack them, so it'd be distracting enough for an escape. There did seem to be an unusally few number of firey evils within, not that he was complaining, there were still plenty, but he couldn't help but wonder where the rest were if they weren't wandering the streets?

Well, they'd find out soon...

* - Hexblood: Crazy vampires. Think Malkavians.