Ash looks at the demon before getting up and walking off with the group, the demon stares at the Swallow. "Best to heed a warning when you get one." It responds, "Much as many do. But some are too blinded to even consider listening to a simple warning." It responds before the body collapses into the sand. Ash sighs still feeling numb from the venom of the witch, but he had no reason to be mad at her after all they both did similar magic this day. But it may have cost him more than he may have bargained for in the long run.
Open Chronicles Skirmish in the Sands
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His eyes narrowed and his men had long gone, The white Swallow went to pick up on Ashieron and have him with the rest of the wounded.
The skirmish may have been over, but worse things lie on the horizon.
»Ashieron, what curse are you tethered to?«
The skirmish may have been over, but worse things lie on the horizon.
»Ashieron, what curse are you tethered to?«