Written by | Posted September 8, 2015 – 9:51 pm Descent and Ascent

It didn’t take long to get from Thunder Bluff to the Echo Isles – Ankona took advantage of a wyvern so she could think and plan before getting to her destination. She had information to confirm with the spirits – was Gromnor dead? Was he really in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, somewhere […]

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The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible as he slunk along the other side of the street. They made their way past the Argent Dawn buildings, shuttered and dark, and into the main square, the only sounds the gentle splashing from the fountains. One of Officer Pomeroy’s boys stood in the square as well, unaware of his audience as he shifted idly from one foot to the other, and then moved on.

In the distance, someone’s hound took up braying, followed by two or three others. Mogget stretched, unphased by the Midnight Bark, and followed his elf around another corner.

A creaking shutter stopped both in their tracks. Overhead, against the light bricks, a dark shape hung down from the sill of a window, one arm flailing wildly at the offending shutter. Angoleth ducked back around the corner, notching an arrow. The shape dropped with a muffled thump into the street, and was immediately set upon by a giant cat. It yelped, Mogget growled, and there was the distinct sound of cloth ripping as Angoleth stepped out from the corner and confronted what appeared to be a 12 year old girl.

“Up late?”

No answer. The girl shrank back, away from the elf, her leg firmly grasped in Mogget’s mouth. He eyed his elf, watching for cues for what to do. She dropped the arrow back into her quiver.

“What are you doing sneaking out at 3am?”

Long pause. “Nothing.”

“Suit yourself. Let’s go see who’s home.” Mogget let go of the girl’s leg in time for Angoleth to grab one of her arms and move toward the front door.

“No! This is my house; you can’t tell them. I swear I won’t go out again!”

“Oh? Why shouldn’t I turn you in? There’s dangerous things that happen on these streets at night. I’m far from the worst thing that could find you.”

“Please don’t tell anyone. Please?”

Angoleth paused a moment, watching the girl. She couldn’t seem to decide which was more threatening, the elf, the cat, or the specter of her parents. Her eyes darted between the two figures and the door, back and forth, her hands trembling slightly.

“Alright. I’ll give you a boost up to the window too, if you like. But I intend to keep you to that promise not to sneak out again. I patrol these streets at night, and if I find you again, we’re going in through the front door, no matter who your parents are.”

Two minutes later and the shutter above squeaked closed again, the girl safely inside the second floor bedroom.

Angoleth looked at Mogget and grinned. He stretched, lazily.

“What d’ you think, Mogs? We’re not THAT scary, are we?” The big cat chuffed in response, and the two turned around the next street, taking up familiar paths on either side.

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