Wir – Barrakas 11th, 998 YK
Wednesday – August 11th, 998 YK
You race along the jungle path. The heavy sounds of clawed feet hitting the jungle floor not far behind. Branches and shrub lash at you as you jump off the path, hoping to confuse your enemy.
The Blackscale know the jungle well and follow you without error.
“I just need to make it back to the huts.” you think desperately.
You continue your run. Your lungs scream.
“Where are those huts?” you think. The horrible thought that you may have turned the wrong direction begins to creep into your thoughts.
Just then the jungle thick breaks free. The huts are just up ahead. The Blackscale are almost atop of you.
You summon another well of endurance and race along the dirt path and quickly jump behind the farthest hut. The Blackscale burst onto the scene. They snarl and hiss, smelling the air for tiefling sweat. Two enter the huts and smash around looking for you. The other two search the nearby area.
You stand, back against the wall of the mud hut, trying not to breathe too heavily. You didn’t expect them to be so quick. You cast a concealing aura around you and stealthly retreat from the camp.
“I love this job.” you think to yourself.
With a smile, you make your way back to the temple portico. The Blackscale continue their search, completely unaware of your ruse.