An oath



  • As the Thrulia filled her canteen in the creek she glared at her reflection. " Those men will feel the wrath of the Black Archer." she said coldly as she grabbed her bow from the ground next to her. She had just left the large city a few hours ago and was preparing for a stake out. She counted her rations and checked her equipment. "This should last for more than a ten-day." She went back to the west toward the road through the tree line and spotted her prey. She sat watching the two mercenary road guards from the cover of the trees. "Now it begins."