The Bard and the Warrior

They had been friends for years.  They loved each other, he cared for her as a friend and she worshiped the ground he walked in. They were not meant to be more though. Their friendship endured through good things and bad things.  Through battles and friends that came and went but their friendship survived. They had seen everything from Captain Morgan through Ravana together and survived them all.  He was a great captain of the Maelstrom and she was trying to keep up and prove herself a worthy bard.  Through everything they were closer than two peas in a pod. 

The fights were common. Usually of her own doing.  But somehow they always worked through them, but this time seemed different, it seemed harder for them to move past it and she felt the awkwardness and the feelings that she disappointed him.  It was a couple of days after the most recent round when they went out for a hunt as they usually did to clear the hunts for the day.  They were fighting the terrible cold, windy,snowy highlands looking for yeti.  On their hunt they made jokes and laughed and tried to find the meanings of the ship abandoned in the northern part of Western Coerthas.  He nearly impaled his griffon while she laughed and threatened to call local authorities because of the atrocities he threatened upon his poor stead in jest.

As they got on with the business at hand of clearing the yeti’s in the area of Riversmeet they came upon a band of silver wolves that stumbled on their path.  She was not yet of full age on this day, while the warrior was but in his full Maelstrom gear as of yet.  Unknowingly they got in over their head and the silver wolves came in vicious succession one after the other.  She felt so overwhelmed and her arrows seemed to fly everywhere and not land a single shot. She thought that did she have her Yoichi bow with her she could put them down in a heartbeat but not with the new bow. She used all her might and fought the best she could.  She was using every skill imagined and the warrior at her side was holding his own as he often did but could not get on top of them completely on his own.

They fought the battle that seemed like forever and as he was gathering the last round of silver wolves she fired a reign of death down on the group to realize that she had used the last of what she had inside of her.  He lunged backward and two of the wolves turned away from his axe and headed straight for the bard.  She was unable to protect herself and could not find her footing.  She stumbled backward trying to get away from the wolves and found herself hanging on to the ledge of a large cliff.  There was nothing she could do to get control back, aside from using her bow as a melee weapon.  The warrior told her to hold on he was coming but in the time it took she felt the heavy sting of one of the wolves jaws rip through her heavy leather armor and cut deeply into her body immediately drawing blood.  She fell back off the side of the cliff onto a ledge that protected her from falling into oblivion however she also felt the crack of her back as she did.  She looked up and saw the efforts of the warrior to finish off the last two wolves.

She looked up at the warrior but was barely able to see him.  The pain was astounding and she was not able to move.  The warrior jumped off the side of the cliff onto the ledge and knelt down beside her.  He worked quickly to see what damage was done and what he could repair.  She knew what damage had been done and just looked up at him while he did scurried to try to patch this and fix this and that to no avail. As the pain began to engulf her, she grabbed his hand and pulled it close and whispered to him “today the wrong wolf was fed warrior of dragons deep.” With that she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and felt the pain dissipate hurt no more.