Men of the Mark

((This is another point of view, from the NPC named O, I role played in a small event regarding the life of Wealden and Yllfas characters. This is a story from another point of view from Oaths upon oaths.))

The pain comes

No longer do I fight it

No longer do I seek to hide

The pain comes

We had all made our way to the small village of Middlemead, not too far from our farm - the home that we all missed. The grey ominous clouds in the distance were like a blanket of discomfort upon all of our minds, even though we knew it was safe now: or as safe as one could make it, during the circumstances.

((This is another point of view, from the NPC named O, I role played in a small event regarding the life of Wealden and Yllfas characters. Its written fast and from memory, so I apology in advance if I missed some crucial elements or made up things that did not happen. - Visit the chronicles this story is attached to, to get an full account.))


The door SLAMS open and a monstrous large man appear in the doorway, blocking the light from the outside and cast a long dark shadow that fills up the room.

The moist ground, after several days with heavy rain, have cleansed the ground for all traces, making it impossible to track anything that might be older than a few hours. The same goes for the smell and other senses... everything smelled and felt fresh… unspoiled, assuring me that for now there are nothing to worry about, around the northern area of the farm.

Two nights ago it was. Two nights ago when we heard Ealfin snorting and kicking at the stable wall. 

Ethel knew much of the cruelty of men and beasts, after seeing her father coming home bleeding and with broken bones over the years, and she had on more occasions than one helped the healers take care of both him and other people, including the elf named Seregrian at one point - now a Forever-Friend to her, by ancient elven ritual. But never had she known such evil in her home, on her own doorstep, in her very own room.