Tarric hung back in faint shame at his yelp and the concern of his companions. The other orc, already dying, had barely glanced him before passing on - yet he had called out like some green youngling. It was a relief when the group's attention turned to Idunn and Bróin's discoveries. He poked around in the scrolls, but everything seemed more of the same.
Even Olwinne, with her calm and steadfast search, had found something significant now, he saw. The Beorning moved close and looked over his wife's shoulder. What such a detailed map could mean, he didn't know. But it meant something, and given the location, it was nothing good for Lake-town.
It reminded him yet again that there were more fates at stake here than their own. True, the Lake-town map was old, but it was accurate. What other plans or maps of such unnerving detail might they find? Was there some other threat that yet remained?
If more information was here, he would find it. Or -- he took a deep breath and steeled himself as he looked at the disorganized mess of scrolls -- at least, he would try his best.
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There was something... something here. Tarric bent to pick it up. Strange...
But suddenly a half-familiar feeling overcame him. The shadows pressed close, so close he could hardly breathe. Were they coming from the clue? From the walls? His eyes went wide and he gulped air, trying to convince himself it was nothing, that he was just seeing things (again). It was nothing... nothing... But no. There! A tendril was reaching for Idunn! And another snaked along the ground, reaching for Olwinne... More and more... "No," he gasped, then louder -- "No! Radagast, look! Flee!!" Still grasping his find, he scrambled back and away, swiping desperately at the shadows with his spear.
Assets Tarric and Olwinne both have +1 talisman vs orcs.
Berserker - (Combat Talent) |
Progress ▥= 1 tick, ▦= 2 ticks, ▩= 3 ticks, ⬛= full
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