Ostára had cleared a temporary path forward with her enchanted arrows. They moved towards the door of the inner keep on Vailë's order, the horses kept in the safety of the center of the group as they pushed through the enemy line. Thinking they could take advantage of their dangerous foes'...
As Vordrakel rejoined the group, he felt his kin's grim dismay at the sight of the fallen ones. Once their own flesh and blood - now no more than shadows of themselves bent to Arkhivom's will. Lost. Sorrowful memories were recognized and shared between the Aeraesarians, but each was a wound...
Vordrakel dismounted with a salute of appreciation towards Ostára, grateful for the second set of eyes from above. With an apparent horde creeping around the dark woods outside the walls and yet unnumbered perils within, he knew those eyes might save more than just their horses this night...
Vordrakel heard the threatening vocalizations in the distance and knew they had little time to find a more advantageous battlefield. They stood little chance if they were surrounded, and Vailë was right: the safest place to be was within the keep's fortifications, damaged as they were.
He...
Vordrakel inclined his head in respect for the priestess as she descended from the dais, and remained silent until she addressed them.
"It is our core and our soul. As it recovers, so will we all," he echoed Raëlta's thoughts. "It's like stepping back into a familiar place that we haven't seen...
Vordrakel returned Ánië's gesture by briefly touching her arm with one hand, emanating the feelings of kinship and respect he held for her. He was glad to feel the radiant light of her spirit again shining like a beacon to ships still lost in the night. He didn't possess as deep of a connection...
It was in the dark that he first heard their voices again. For many days after the demon's attack, Vordrakel had spent much of his time in meditation to try to reconnect. With his kin. With parts of himself that seemed lost. The sense of solitude was always a strange and unsettling thing, yet...
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