The path to Silverswords
You pull the ward stone out your pocket, grasping it in your hands, you concentrate hard. Images start to flash through your mind, a large body of water, glistening as the sunlight reflects off its calm surface, a deep blue sky and large green trees swaying slowly in the warm breeze.
The road in front of you begins to change, slowly at first, the ground becomes harder and the path in front of you widens, the leaves on the trees begin to change from dark brown to a pale shade of green. The sky overhead darkens, you hear thunder in the distance and with each step you take it echos closer. Rain begins to beat down heavily and the wind strengthens, you walk on.
Forcing your way through the wind and rain, your surroundings change once again, the ground beneath you seems to move up and down as you walk, almost like its alive. Lighting blots shoot out from between the dark clouds like damned angels cast out from heaven.
Onwards now, the road begins to steepen, soon, the ground becomes rocky and suddenly the trees to the left of you vanish and you find yourself walking along the edge of a cliff. Huge wave’s crash against the bottom of the cliffs and the ocean is a swirling pool of chaos. Suddenly silence as the thunder clouds disappear upwards, the wind strengthens and you grab hold of a large rock as gusts threaten to blow you off the edge of the cliff.
The wind screams past you, like the sound of a wailing banshee, the deafening squeal piercing your very soul. You struggle to you feet and push on, determination and adrenaline carrying your weak body towards your goal. Your goal? Silverswords.