The man introduced himself as Adam Silveri, a ranger from the town of Unterosten. The town used to be a port city, but they fled into the forest after a strange force wiped out most of the village. Barely one hundred of them were left. The pair could see Cia flying in front of them, but Saaria did not note the potion bottle that flew down.
When the group reached the fortress, it became clear that this was not meant to be a town. It was an old stone temple, covered in vines and moss. It had clearly been abandoned for years, lost to history. It seemed to stand still, as if frozen in its own ancient time.
And yet, signs of modern living were everywhere. A wooden spiked fence was erected around the perimeter of the temple, and clothes lines blew in the warm twilight wind. When they arrived, guards stood at the ready, and they all breathed sighs of relief when they saw Adam approach.
"We thought you had been taken. It's almost dark, get inside!" One of them yelled.
"I found new people. And a port survivor." He explained, motioning towards Gerald. They eyed him curiously.
"He's already changed." They stated, clearly confused, staring at the sliver of sun left.
"The Dark Mark seems to have changed him more than the others. He cannot speak clearly." Adam said as the guards closed a large wooden gate and led the group inside one of the stone buildings. They walked down long, winding tunnels, led only by torchlight, until they saw a light at the end of one of them. The guards led them to an open stone door. Behind it layed what seemed to be a refuge of some sort. Dozens of people laid on makeshift beds, their own little stations set up. The guards closed the heavy stone door, and lowered a lock.
Adam turned towards them, removing his mask. He was a dark elf, with deep burgundy eyes and shoulder length curly black hair, which fell from his hood as he removed the mask.
"Welcome to Unterosten, refuge room 4." He said.
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