Adventures Of the Crown: The Purple Wolf and the Enerawyn

At first, neither the man nor the woman spoke. After being disturbed by the strange human's entrance, the Enerawyn eyed him suspiciously. She obviously needed no aid in dispatching the skeletons here in the catacombs. This was evident by the mounds of bone dust scattered around her. To say he was impressed would have been an understatement. Hazel eyes narrowed at the man as she looked him up and down. She was certainly not expecting anyone else here. Or at least no one alive, anyway. Her lips thinned, and she kept her sword ready for battle. She did not attack, however.“Sorry for interrupting,” he said calmly, though held his own sword ready. He had no intention of harming the woman, and he hoped she would understand he was no threat to her. “I wasn't expecting anyone else down here.” He admitted. The woman narrowed her eyes at him further.She was obviously regarding him with scepticism. “I wouldn't linger if I were you,” she said,

The first attempts to destroy the pendant yielded no results. They tried standing on it, throwing it at the cave wall, and Lynnette had even tried to strike it with her blade, but each time the artefact seemed to reflect any damage done to it.Exasperated, Lynnette threw it back onto the shrine. “What does it take to destroy this stupid thing!” She said with vexation.Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly for a moment. He then let out a long sigh and offered her the torch he was holding. “Hold this,” he said to Lynnette as she took it, a look of confusion washing over her face. He then gave her the sword he had been wielding, and after a bit of fidgeting, he pulled around another sheath that he had hidden under his cloak.Tilting her head to one side as she watched him, Lynnette gave a rather puzzled, “we tried swords already. What are you up to?”“Well,” Fenryn began as he held the sheath out in fron

Lynnette watched as the bandits dragged Fenryn off after tying his hands behind his back. She had wanted to smack him upside the head and tell him to fight, but she realised quickly that he had been holding back any attempts at escape for her sake. They really had been surrounded, and even as they began to leave; the bandits had still kept their arrows honed in on Fenryn and her both.She tracked their footprints until she spotted the stronghold in which the bandits had made their camp. She knew right away that any attempt to storm such a place on her own would only result in her death. Forced with no other option, she decided to head towards the town Gardo in order to alert the guards at the very least. She rarely ever ventured into human-populated areas. Even her clan avoided them out of fear. However the town itself had many of the Malruthiia, and the humans seemed to not even notice her presence at all. They really couldn't tell one 'elf' from the next. Part of her was in

Lynnette couldn't wait any longer. As an Enerawyn, she had little faith in humans, let alone bandits. She knew better than to trust that they would keep Fenryn safe. She had never cared about the safety of any human before, but now she did. She was amused with herself since she had only met him yesterday. It usually took a great deal for her to care for others outside of her race, but something about Fenryn made her believe he was worth looking out for.Against the innkeeper's wishes, she stormed out of the inn and made her way to the edge of the town. She was fully prepared to fight off a horde of bandits on her own if no one else was willing to aid her. As she made her way back the way she had come, she noticed something moving in the forest across from her. Blinking in disbelief, Lynnette saw Fenryn, and another younger man following closely behind him. He didn't look like a warrior or a bandit, so she assumed he wasn't one of his enemies.“Fenryn!” She

As the small group made their way out of the inn, Fenryn adjusted his sheath to a more ideal location. He had thought of getting another sword so that he wouldn't have a knights sword on display since he was not wearing the correct armour to match. However, he had decided against it after some thought. He was going home, so there was a smaller need to pretend he was just a commoner than when he had left on his adventure.Lynnette watched Fenryn as he held his head. She held back a chuckle as she realised he was still suffering from his hangover. The way he reacted, was evident that he rarely had the pleasure to drink to the extent he probably had. She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and then smiled to herself. She knew that in all honesty, she would have done no better in his position. Her people did not venture into towns and never drank. She wasn't sure if other clans were different, but hers avoided humans as much as possible.Her attention soon shifted to Arias, w