Inconsolable Thoughts

The atmosphere was tense and Victor was untrusting of these people – colluding with Chaos scum! Already, he had to loose off an arrow to keep the bitch from running off and ignoring Karl’s questions. And now this vile sounding bastard talking to us from the shadows claiming he’ll help us. Sweat mixed in with the rain pouring down his face. The rasping voice of the creature hidden in the shadows before him fuelled on further voices in his head. “He won’t even show his face. Scum! All of them. This incessant rain and now talk of appeasing these beasts of Chaos? Fuckin’ scum!”
 
The creature began to talk again, further aggravating Victor. He responded by pulling back on his long bow and bringing it up to bear on the veiled speaker. The woman blurted out something incoherent. He didn’t trust her at all. His eyes darted round at Karl and Borris, yet no one was looking at him. All eyes were straining on the speaker, tension evident in all. “I can end this. Scum!”
 
The creature rasped on, “I will lead you to the Herd stone and …”
 
“Herd stone?” Victor questioned openly but quietly, to himself. “I’ve heard of those before. That’s…” He was cut short as the sky lit up as yet another bolt of lighting struck in the distance, almost instantly followed by the deafening clap of thunder. The light was enough to unveil the Beastman stood before the party.
 
Instantly and instinctively Victor loosed off an arrow which slammed hard into the surprised Beastman’s shoulder, spinning him round. “I knew it! You fucking chaos scum!” Before anyone else could react, Victor had already notched a second arrow and pulled it back before releasing it with astonishing speed, the Chaos scum reacting instinctively and yet ineffectively, trying to protect himself as the second arrow slammed into his other shoulder. Hatred was carved across Victors face as a third arrow was dispatched into the reeling creature, throwing him to the ground in a pool mixed of his own ichor and the endless pouring rain. This time the creature managed to blurt something vile through it’s blood soaked mouth causing tendrils to burst from the ground and wrap around the party and allow him to flee.
 
Victor was a mask of consuming hatred and anger. Only when he could no longer see or hear the fleeing beastman did he then notice Karl and Borris stood before him attempting to gain his attention.
 
“Fuckin’ Chaos scum!” was all he could respond with. He looked around to see that all had now fled leaving the three brash young fools stood alone in the rain.

Karl put his hand on Victor’s shoulder yet said nothing. Concern appeared to be etched on his face, but Victor was still to tense to really have noticed. Borris looked in the distance, “That lightning must be hitting the Thunder Stone so that must be where the Herd Stone that that shit was talking of.” He looked back at Karl and Victor. Karl nodded while Victor, calmer now but still tense began to walk, “Let’s go then”
 

Inconsolable Thoughts

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