[hr][h1][color=92278f]Vyri Underfoot[/color][/h1][hr]

Vyri didn’t look behind her as they charged out of the building, though she winced at the sound of bones snapping and skulls exploding under the charge of enormous beetle. She would have shrieked in terror at its approach, but was too focused on getting as far away from the wights behind her as she possibly could. It was definitely friendly though. At least for now she mused as the crunching and snapping continued.

“Oh Ma’el thank you!”

She clambered awkwardly onto the coach beside a small and extremely elderly gnome.

“I thought those things were going to… going to…”

Exactly what those things had been going to do caught up to her, and she slumped in the seat of the coach, her face considerably whiter.

“Vara…”

She realised that one of the warriors was indicating the sky with the sword, and she looked up to see an enormous bird circling above them, except there was something strange about it, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

[i]I haven’t seen one of them in a very long time, figuratively speaking…[/i]

“What?”

She’d almost forgotten about the old sage, and responded automatically. Fortunately she was staring at the creature and the swordsman was still talking. She could only hope that the gnome either hadn’t heard her or assumed that she was simply questioning the impossibility of the descending avian.

The fairfolk who was speaking had already started running before Vyri registered that she was in danger, the swordsman took off after her with the rapid reaction of a warrior. A simple servant couldn’t hope to move as fast, not when she nearly fell flat as she scrambled from the seat of the coach to crawl under it.

[i]Follow them![/i]

“Now?”

Once the monstrous flying beast had soared into the sky once more she scrambled on all fours across to the shop in which the party had taken shelter. Then the shock set in. She slumped down against the wall wrapping her gloved hands about her knees.

“We’re going to die…”