The Hired Swords

Finally, it seems answers are coming together for our swords. It does however feel like those with rank in Wildhill just turn a blind eye in fear of rocking the boat and being an outlier of the status quo. Pay that no mind for now. After what we witnessed with this beast and the black ooze, our focus is turned to Darnaldi and whoever is funding his operation. I'm sure they won't mind answering some questions for us. 

Through the skies and above the trees, a moment of peace can be found. Peace from Monsters. Peace from the ghosts that haunt our dreams. Just the skies and our companions that we've been lucky enough to have by our side through too many difficult decisions. I fear that there will be many more decisions yet to make. But for now. we enjoy this peace in the freedom of the clouds for as long as we can. 

Things that go bump in the night are often seen differently in the morning light. Curses might feel like blessings and blessings like a burden too heavy to bear.  That fate is yet to be seen as we're left to gather our thoughts and prepare ourselves for what's yet to come. The only certainty we do have now is the turning wheels of Wildhill that have been altering the balance of life must be stopped. Sariah must not reach the next hunted prey before we do. 

More questions. More answers. We almost break up in this one. 

A single fateful night has set so much in motion for our swords. Are they ready?

The swords settle into the Bogashack as each of them is visited by voices.. Voices in the night that tell tales.. Voices in the night that promise glory.. Voices in the night that beg and plead.. Voices that speak curses into existence.. 

Having made quite the splash in front of the Chief, the Swords must regroup, reassess their position in the town and decide what they can do to finally instate some change in the area. With the creatures and trees of the wilds being playthings for sport, there are those in Wildhill that meddle with powers they surely can't understand. Hopefully, it's not too late.

With various authorities in Wildhill on the lookout for Joxxer, the rest of the Swords must pull themselves together and keep appearances.. For now.. It won't be long before the tension in Wildhill has to give. Let's just hope we're long gone by then.

What's a name? Why are our honor and stories linked behind something so simple? Can we run from who we are, or is it our name that will always define us?

What monstrosity was this boar? It was a thing of nightmares. Surely someone in Wildhill is responsible for this. We must act and act fast before anyone else gets hurt. But first, reuniting Delmar and Francine must take priority.