Angol
What if you were a loner? What if allies were forced upon you? What if your decisions determined the fate of a town? "It was a quarter of an hour before the pale man stopped at the fountain in the village square. He looked about as he touched one of the stones. "Come." Silas recognized the voice from his earlier venture upon the rooftops near the healer woman's house. A few minutes later, the soft clicking warned of the giant fenri's approach. Six terrible lupine forms trotted from the southern end of the town, their heavy muscles causing their black fur to ripple with each bounce. The creatures came before the pale man and sat on their haunches obediently. The pale man moved toward the fountain and placed his hand upon an oblong stone. A grating sound announced a passageway opening. He began his descent and then stopped. Stillness filled the night. There were no sounds from nature, not even the chirp of a cricket. The man turned to the fenri, and they shrank back. Silas heard an ethereal voice. "Kill the watcher," and the fenri bounded in Silas' direction as the pale man disappeared within the fountain."
