Chronicle I - The Road to Allysan
Two unknown adventurers crossed paths at the edge of a quiet town — one with a battered shield, the other a simple staff that was mostly a walking stick…
…a sudden snarl shattered the quiet road.
Steel and staff struck at the same moment — two strangers striking the same wolf. But the forest was not finished with them. From the shadows, the rest of the pack emerged…
…the wolves closed in from every side.
Without a word, they shifted — back to back against the circle of fangs and glowing eyes.
Steel and staff moved in rhythm.
What began as chance became instinct.
Step. Strike. Turn.
As if they’d fought together before.
…one by one the wolves slipped back into the trees.
Silence returned to the road as quickly as it had broken.
They stood there for a moment, catching their breath… both realizing the same strange truth—
They had fought as if they had known each other for years.
At last, Ryjack broke the silence.
“You fight well,” he said with a small grin. “Seems a waste to part ways after that.”
He gestured toward the distant road to town.
“What do you say we travel together?”
Aerathela glanced at him, a faint smirk returning.
“…Alright,” she said.
…the path to town.
The forest slowly gave way to a worn road as lantern lights appeared ahead.
A small town stirred with evening life— merchants closing stalls, travelers passing through the gates, and the scent of warm food drifting through the square.
Near the center stood a weathered message board, covered in notices from merchants and adventuring parties seeking help.
Ryjack nodded toward it with a grin.
“Let’s go see if my hunch is right about there being a need for healers… and someone willing to stand in front.”
Aerathela stepped closer, scanning the postings.
The smirk never quite left her face.
Behind them, the road had gone quiet.
Ahead of them…
Their journey had only just begun.
