Cyrus and Althea have raise the etheral army of Rothen as part of a pact with Zarack to hold the gate at the stone circle.
Having declined the hospitality of the local elfs they have been given provisions.
The hut they will find as they left it. With the rotting remains of the corpse that Althea decapitated on their last visit.
At the moment all is quiet. The army hold their positions and no threats can be heard or seen.
Entering the hut Althea stops momentarily, dumping the sacks on the floor before going to the rotting corpse....
Picking up the skull she goes to the door and throws it outside then grasping hold of any remaining clothing drags the remains outside of the hut....
Cyrus dodges the flying skull as he too ties up his mount and jumps down grabbing the bags. Kicking the skull away he encourages the hounds into a game of skulfootball untill they get a bit frisky and nip his ankles in a playful yet still worrying manner. Leaving them to continue the game alone he enters the hut and sets down the bags....
Althea pokes around the hut investigating the contents, mulling things over silently.
Dumping one of the sacks on the table she opens it and roots through it till she finds a bottle which she opens and takes a mouthful ......
Going out of the door she sits on the ground, back against the wall and proceeds to drink from the bottle....
Allowing her the space she clearly needs, Cyrus postions himself inside the hut so he can see out, with both Althea and the hounds in view. Relaxing a little he plucks at the link to Thaleron, ensureing its private for a moment and asks
*whats the Elves done that rattles Althea so and what did he mean "they kept her safe for a long while" ? *
Thaleron stirs upon Cyrus’s questions, thoughts flowing freely through the link now strengthened from their recent journey through his realm.
*I know of only one who does not rattle Althea* chuckles the dragon through the link. *Althea was born marked, her mother, being what she was, knew what this meant. As a young child the elves took Althea to protect her. She remembers only being taken from her mother.*
Standing up, bottle in hand. Althea wanders over to the stone circle glancing briefly at the hounds crunching on bones with strips of rotting flesh hanging from them.......
Walking around the entire circle drinking as she goes she returns to the entrance of it and stands looking at it....
*What are we doing this for?* her dark mood shoving the thought forcefully.....
Thanking Thaleron, Cyrus gets up and follows Althea, keeping a safe distance from her brooding.
*doing what exactly?* he asks dragging the rotting corpse further away and upwind.
Looking around and seeing him outside she goes over to him and hands him the bottle...
"What are we holding this gate for? Do we give a s**t?"
Cyrus chuckles
*I`m not sure you fully get my intentions my dear. We are holding this gate to see what comes to break through it and what they will offer us for safe passage.*
he winks and drinks deep from the bottle,
"oh and I asked Thal why the Elves p**s you off so much, he explianed a little about your mother. Be thankfull you have the memories you do of her and treasure them. I do not even have those. Mine was killed to make me what I am. As for the elves, interfering little bas***s that they are, they mean well"
Drinking deep again, Cyrus hands the bottle back and boots the skull back into play for the hounds.....