The group has left St. Johnsbury, traveling swiftly down the interstate. They came upon one of Farfoot's heralds, arms and legs pinned to a truck cab and its horn crammed into its throat. Little doubt of elven handiwork.
They passed Littleton and went on to Lincoln. They arrived just as the Common Tales should have been hitting their full stride. They found a blossoming massacre. The people were caught in the magic of the tales, but the elves were there running amongst them, cutting and and killing as they went with blissful smiles.
The heroes rushed in. Edmund was immediately faced with the elven witch that had marked him as her own on Halloween. She ran at him, waving her arms, then brought him into a kiss. Corwin and Gelias created a place of safety for the people to hide. Job wen seeking the elven leader and found him, torturing Farfoot to death. Job also noticed the banners of a red dragon hanging in the town, but they were slashed and ripped.
Edmund protected the people from the elves and stopped the slaughter. Gelias sent the elves away by enforcing the peace of the Common Tales and after learning some of their songs - ballads of murder and blood and rapture and bliss all blended together.
Job spoke secretly to Farfoot, who told him to seek Mezzeneztria. What would he meet there? "Power and knowledge."
The group now rests in Lincoln. The people are grateful, but also mourning their loss. Edmund reels from the unexpected kiss, and Gelias nurses a bitter hatred of the elves.
No comments:
Post a Comment