Dreams do come true…
The trio sat in the Keep at Wildhammer Stronghold, the shard on the table in front of them. Edrick had fetched a mead for Bjorke to calm her nerves. She sipped at the drink, trying to think how to explain the jumble of images in her mind.
“It’s not just one demon – it’s a pair, a matched pair. And they are strong, surrounded by their forces.” She paused and took another drink.
“There is nothing that bleeds that cannot be killed,” Edrick said with confidence.
“That’s just it. Each time I see this, I see a body… bleeding, dead…but it is not the demon.”
“Who is it, then?”
“It is you, Edrick. Each time I see myself standing over your body.” Read the rest of this entry »
Nightmares, good and bad
They flew over Shadowmoon Valley, pausing here and there so Bjorke could survey the surroundings, looking for anything familiar. Suddenly, Bjorke kicked Freya, sending the beast into a sharp dive. Edrick was right behind her, and had his axes out and swinging as soon as they landed. Bjorke knelt, and dug in the black dirt. She stood up, grinning, and showed Edrick the nightmare vine she had pulled up.
“Have you a death-wish, woman? I thought you found the demon!”
“Oh. Well, I spotted this.. and it’s rather hard to find…” her voice trailed off sheepishly. Just then, a glint of light caught her eye, and she bent down again. She scratched at the dirt while Edrick muttered something in Althorin, under his breath. “Hey! Look at this!” She held up a shard of crystal to Edrick.
“What is it?” he asked.
“I don’t… ahhhh!” she exclaimed, dropping the shard and clutching at her head.
“Bjorke!” Edrick knelt beside her, wrapping his arms around her.
“The shard… I touched it and saw… images… “ her words came in short bursts, between gasps of breath. “Like in my dream… but there was more.. so much more.”
Edrick held out his water skin, and helped her drink. “What did you see?”
She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes hinting at what she had seen. “Call Jiv’undus. We need help.”
Coming to Clarity
“Get up, human! You didn’t pay to sleep here!” The shrill voice pierced her subconscious, and she groaned. “Get up! And you’re gonna pay for the broken merchandise!” Bjorke opened her eyes. A Goblin stood over her, and at his back was a huge, shaggy Tauren. She blinked a few times as her brain tried to make sense of what was going on. “Get her up!” the Goblin shrieked. The Tauren bent down, and grabbed Bjorke by the arm, hauling her to her feet.
Her body was bruised and sore, and her head ached. She brushed herself off, and noticed the Goblin’s outstretched hand. “Time is money, friend!” he cackled, making it clear she was not really his friend. Bjorke reached into her shirt and retrieved the small sack of gold. She handed it to the Goblin.
“This should cover your losses.” And then some, thought Bjorke, but didn’t feel like haggling with her head throbbing so. She limped out of the tavern, and up to the flight master. Not having the energy for much else, she headed for her home in Ironforge. That bath would have to do. Read the rest of this entry »
