The Hired Swords

The Swords spend a long-awaited afternoon with Hurli. This should be interesting.. 

The Swords set out to finally speak with Hurli. They've had the question, and they'll hopefully, finally get their answers. 

Darkness is merely the absence of light. Where the fire of the fury of the wild ones burns, darkness simply cannot exist. I, Sophrin Emberoak, along with Joxxer, Davon, Gwendolyn, and Sir Dale, solemnly swear to bring the light back to Wildhill. To restore balance. To quell the oncoming storm. Sharp is the sword hired for nefarious chores, though beware, the sharpest blades are often two-sided.

In the blink of an eye, life can change. What once was found can be lost again. 

THE DARKNESS WILL RISE!

Following the voices of the wild, through Salrin, we travel south.. Or so we think.. 

Today was the day Salrin felt she was going to complete her task. She was going to get the Swords into the Wilds to answer the call. Ready or not, here we come. 

What makes a hero? I'd always thought it was doing the right thing when it was required.. but I'm not so sure I can believe that anymore. Wildhill has been starting to get to me. What makes it my duty to right their wrongs? Why is my voice the one that should matter? Was Carmine right? Were we becoming what's to blame for the darkness in Wildhill? No, I can't believe that's true.. I do know though, I don't like what Wildhill is starting to do to all of us. - Krigs

With the ambush thwarted, we're left in the middle of the wilds with the assassin Carmine Stone and one of his Goblin compatriots. Pressing for information

We had finally done it. We had finally overstayed our welcome in Wildhill. Someone was clearly out to get us as a barrage of arrows and magic blades assault us from the trees. Goblins, surely under the employ of Darnaldi. We're outnumbered, but hopefully not outmatched. Gwen has shown her prowess as she embodies the animals of the wild. Davon has unleashed raw power from his own hands, weaving magic with ease. Joxxer has rained a flurry of fists and slashes with otherworldly speed and agility, and I, Krigs, I've used tactics and cunning to weigh the battle in our favor. But I still worry it might not be enough as, in the chaos, the ghost like-leader of this ambush emerges.