. . .I didn’t exhale. That must be why I missed. A stupid mistake on my part. I wont let it happen again. Two Corbinian soldiers lay lifeless in the snow, a third bound fellow seems to be wrestling some kind of inner demon. Quickly the five of us cut down the drow who had attacked them. Oblitus seems distressed at the arrival this bound fellow. An old acquaintance I assume. Scarlet also seems to know him, but with a warmer receptiveness. Iz’Bryn survey’s his fallen brethren and begins taking ears. He must have some kind of trophy fetish. First with the heads of those gnomes, now ears. Tobias and Oblitus are tending to the girl whose parents had just fallen victim to the cruelty of the Drow. They try to calm her and reason with her, but the loss of her parents in such a horrific way must have been too much for her mind to handle. She seems lost in denial. I leave them to discuss their involvement in whatever seems to be brewing. I gather one of the horses, scarlet had gone off in the other direction. I feel as if I will not be making it to Atria any time soon. I fear that the trail will grow colder still and I will never find Roark. I can’t loose sight. I can only hope that some how we will be re-united. My only reprieve is to dwell on the past, and about the times we had.
. . .Through the course of the next 5 years I would train off and on with my father and roark. However hunting wasn’t my primary focus. I ended up helping my mother out more in the aviary with the falcons than hunting, but it thrilled me when we went out to practice or to hunt. We started spending more and more time together. “No…move it up slightly. Eye level. Good.” Roark coached as he moved my hand up the bow string. “There. Now pull it tight. Breathe in when you pull back. Focus.” He moved in closer and pushed the lower part of my back in. I could feel the blood rush from my face. “Straighten up. Remember posture is important.” He stepped back. “Wait for it. Feel it in your gut…Go.” I exhaled and let go. The arrow soared through the tree tops. It landed just outside the center of the target. “You’re better. With more practice I could make a fine archer out of you yet.” We stood there awkwardly for a moment before i chimed in. “Thank you, Roark.” He smiled warmly at her. I didn’t know why he went of his way to be nice to me, other than he was my fathers apprentice. He didn’t have to train me to use a bow. I was a shy girl and by no means the prettiest in the village, but everything about him made me want to be adventurous. “Oh! I have a present for you.” I said excitedly. I ran past him, but stopped and turned back around. “I’ll be right back.” I ran swiftly to the aviary where I retrieved the young falcon Fereydoon. “I’ve been raising him myself. Mother didn’t think he had what it took, but he’s catching on quickly.” I said as I returned. “He still has a little ways to go yet.” He held out his arm and Fereydoon walked off of mine onto his. “He’s gorgeous.” He said, his eyes sparkled. He went to pet him and Fereydoon flapped his wings a little in apprehension. “Hey now…” I reached up and petted his head and he settled down slightly. “I love him. Thank you.” He moved in and we played with with Fereydoon for a bit before he leaned in kissed me. It was like i had been pushed straight into the fey wild. My heart raced. I hadn’t expected it but it wasn’t something i was going to reject. I pulled away. I could feel my face, it was on fire. I walked took Fereydoon back onto my arm. “I-I gotta go…I’ll keep him in the aviary for you.” I walked swiftly back to the aviary. I felt like I could fly myself.
. . .There was a scream. I took the horse to where the rest of the party was. We rushed over to the edge of the woods where Scarlet had been. The man who had been bound earlier had been stabbed with a dagger laced with some kind of Drow poison. There was a note attached. I gave it to Iz’Bryn. Scarlet had been taken by the Drow. After what had happened at this homestead I feared for her life greatly.