Sorcerer Jahid of the Brine

The Hunt

The thin cold air hurt to breath, burning the sorcerer's lungs. With each painstaking step of elevation gained his strength drained, but his resolved to make it to the watchtower remained steadfast. He had always been alone, but never felt lonely. Until recently. Much had changed over the past weeks and the days blurred together has he tried in vain to recall the order of events that led him to this moment.

The shrill screech of a spectacled Falcon forced him back to the present. He must reach the tower before being overtaken by the Furgnome hunting him. Warrior #3359 was close. His falcon scanning the area ahead and reporting back to his master. It was only a matter of time now. Jahid clutched his Emerald staff tightly. The smooth oak worn perfectly to his grip. The staff was more than a weapon. It was his only friend. His familiar. His peace. And as Sloozle drew nearer, it would once again be his salvation.

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