The Story, Thus Far
Episode 2
Kescka awakens to murmurs around her. Though, due to a bag secured over her head, she couldn't see who it was. Her body was shackled to a wooden post. The cold, rusted chains rubbed her skin raw.
She called out to them. Friend... or enemy... now might be her only chance to find out where she was.
Turns out, the people surrounding her were High Elves. Acolytes. Like what she used to be.
She was merely met with rude comments. One elf, in particular, called her filth and attempted to spit in her direction.
From his movements, she could hear chains rattling. They were all bound.
Remembering her familiar, she called out to him. Slynkie, it's name was. The viper climbed it's way up to her shoulder. His scales comforted her, knowing that she wasn't completely alone. Suddenly, she could see everything around her. Looking around, Kescka saw her own body, limp. The only thing preventing her fall was the bondages. She was her Slynkie, now.
Moving quietly, she began taking note of her surroundings. She was in a clearing, next to a rather large camp. One tent, much larger than the others, stood out from the rest.
After making her way inside, she hid underneath a table. Soon, two figures stood beside it. A woman, clad in black armor, was consulting with a smaller, stone-colored humanoid. From the sound of her voice, she was clearly frustrated.
Kescka, wishing to get a better look at her possible captures, inched slowly out from the table.
All she saw was a boot. Then her bag again as her mind was violently pulled back into her own body. Now alone and powerless, she could only hope for a rescue. Exhausted, the world went dark around her.
Kit sat on the shoulder of the stranger she now calls her friend. Apparently, she was part of the second tribe the party was informed about. Now in their home, the Fairy was trying to convince their elder (her friend's father) to let his daughter accompany her to save the jungle.
See, people wearing black armor have been destroying their homeland.
Though, the elder refused to send his daughter into danger.
As Kit continued to argue, Trogdor trudged through the undergrowth in search of his wizard companion.
Though, he had a strange feeling that he was not alone. As though someone was watching him. Wanting to avoid a confrontation, the bard did the only thing he knew how: played music.
Upon hearing this, a Half-Elf, clad in red and gold armor, emerged from the brush. He was Alexander.
Alex, having been briefed on their current situation, chose to aid Trogdor in freeing his comrade.
When they reached the camp, thanks to the Alex's guidance, they found a circle of wooden posts. Well dressed High Elves were attached to each one.
Trogdor managed to spot a limp Kescka and managed to break her lock. He carried her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing to him. The Dragonborn would have made an outstanding fighter, given his strength.
Now nightfall, Alexander and Trogdor managed to sneak away from the camp, heading to where Kit was last seen.
