>>5280678>>5280675>>5280630>>5280622>>5280571>>5280559>>5280552>>5280547>Follow the path of graves.“We’ll take the path of.. graves, if you can call it that.” You glance up along the hill of flowers–whilst the fields as a whole are blanketed in flowers, swords, and graves of all manner, a few points along the hill ahead are rife with tall, gray cenotaphs that stand like sentinels amidst the petals. “I’ll take point.”
“Mmm. I doubt we’ll need an escort for the rest of this trip, will we?” Emilia looks to the tower in the distance, a black knife that sticks from the dungeon’s guts.
“Yes, well.. I have my own affairs to attend to by the lich. And the few that lurk here are rather dangerous.” Ava’s gaze is distant. “I’ll accompany you along the walk. I trust I need not hold your hands anymore, though.”
The sight of the “stars” that hang above, the flowers that sprout between swords atop the hills, and the cold, sweet breeze about the block feel almost foreign to you. You’ve grown all too familiar with dim gray bricks and endless black voids. You trample the flowers beneath your step right before they bounce up again as you raise your boot heel.
As you slowly make your way up a hill–in what feels more like a funeral procession than a party of warriors–a shriek from behind grabs your gaze.
“There! I saw it. The wolfman..!” Millicent hisses. She clasps a long rifle, near the length of her torso, tight to her chest. “He’s come to stalk us as we speak! I saw him, right about that grave by the noble..!”
“Morne? I saw no one.” Ava replies blithely, her eyes narrow. “..And my senses are a great deal more sensitive than yours.”
“I know what I saw, subhuman.” She snarls. “I did not come here to philander with monsters. I came here to kill the wolf. And I’ll do it without you should it fall to me.”
>Allow Millicent to go investigate. You’ll wait.>Follow along with her. Better safe than sorry.>Continue your progress. If she finds nothing, she’ll just crawl back to following you.>Write-In. 