[Centre][H2][color=bc8dbf]Lord and lady Coswain[/color][/H2][/Centre]
[Centre][H3][color=bc8dbf]The Moon Temple & Attack site[/color][/H3][/Centre]


Adonis Coswain stalked forward away from the body and kept his guard up, the Paladins blade rare metal glittering in the light with faded gold gilding as darkness grew deeper on the side streets. He moved with purpose but carefully alert  every sound as he advanced following the signs. There were marks in snow and signs of panic but that could be another running Civilian, or the party ..he had to just hope he chose the right path. Selene guide him, he needed to locate the Princess now… quickly. 

A feeling prickled the back of his neck as he felt, he felt something but had no idea why he felt so doubled his alertness. Keeping the wide blade in a defensive posture, hunting alone went against all his training but he had no choice, no backup and Persephone would not be up to much for the rest of the day for the most likely, someone had To watch the body and younger guard was unsure if he was for for duty due to his mental effects of the attack. 

[color=6ecff6]“Lance Command. Dagmars Bane. Anyone out there”[/color] He resorted to an old call out, maybe it worked. Maybe it not, they would least respond. He had no real plan, Daphne had been at the inn and Hector was off enjoying some down time at the main camp as well as trading his skills for ale and coins. 

[color=6ecff6]“Call out”[/color] he said, unwilling to be surprised and accidentally attack a Civilian who was sneaking about or hiding. This was far from first time he had persuaded Blightborn thought ruined towns, a thing that crawled up walls on spider limbs and jumped over gaps, A Feral beast in a valley saving an over confident guardsman from self, and particularly challenging and almost lethal battle to himself matching blades alone with 4 sets of arms, multiple weapons and 3 eyes. That has been close as the blade of a razor as he chose to deflect,  dodge or turn lesser strikes against his armour plates for several minutes. That fiend had stalked and killed for over a month till they came to take it down and cornered it in the empty streets of a former caravan stop that had not seen use in decades and hunted it inside its own lair but not without losses. It has been a rather crude method that won his survival, smashing it's head with a metal helmet till it stopped twitching. 

His mind flashed back to Events it might find useful and none of those really helped bar remind him how dangerous the situation was. Selene protect me, this is fraked… I have to protect her. He thought as he hoped the Temple would protect his wife as guide him. 

Pausing and closing his eyes for a short second he made a tiny prayer, he had no time for a formal such version. A soldier's prayer, and onwards. 


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