06-25-2017, 09:53 PM
He could see them on the hill. The three figures, two familiar and one he did not recognize were standing resolutely in the rain, watching his progression out of the Deadzone. The Sage did not stop his travel. The sun was nearly set, and the beeping of his collar was growing more and more insistent. His path led him directly towards the trio that waited on the foothills. Even from the distance he could not mistake the billowing cloak of Gildarts, nor the quite unique blades that the demonhunter sported. He did not recognize the third member of the watching group, but the fact that the other two allowed him to travel with them meant that there was likely something more to the man than he appeared on the surface.
There was no point trying to avoid the confrontation. Despite the distance, he was travelling across a sodden field, and must have been quite easy to spot from afar. They had his trail, and even if he tried to skirt the edges of the deadzone to evade them he highly doubted his ability to escape warriors that capable. If they had wanted to, the three of them could likely have waited in ambush, catching the Sage unawares while he stumbled away from certain death. The fact that they had chosen to announce their approach gave him some hope that he might at least be given a fair fight in the exchange.
The aging man slowly ambled his way out of the deadzone, away from the idyllic countryside and back to the much less friendly hills that ran the length of the island. He grumbled a bit at Karl’s choices of which zones to keep, but at this point he was just too wet and tired to care much any more. The Sage marched up the hill, mentally preparing for whatever those at the top were planning.
There was no point trying to avoid the confrontation. Despite the distance, he was travelling across a sodden field, and must have been quite easy to spot from afar. They had his trail, and even if he tried to skirt the edges of the deadzone to evade them he highly doubted his ability to escape warriors that capable. If they had wanted to, the three of them could likely have waited in ambush, catching the Sage unawares while he stumbled away from certain death. The fact that they had chosen to announce their approach gave him some hope that he might at least be given a fair fight in the exchange.
The aging man slowly ambled his way out of the deadzone, away from the idyllic countryside and back to the much less friendly hills that ran the length of the island. He grumbled a bit at Karl’s choices of which zones to keep, but at this point he was just too wet and tired to care much any more. The Sage marched up the hill, mentally preparing for whatever those at the top were planning.
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