Deadmen Tell no Tales: Runa Bjørnskel

The steady Rocking in the room has started to become normal. Still feeling sick, confused and afraid your feet, shackles, uncomfortably tight around your already skinny ankles. The heat is unbearable, it never got this warm back home. How far from home are you? Looking around no one from the spire is there. The only one remotely close to people you recognize is a Drow, who keeps shouting at the gurads in red. Curling up, you try to remember what happened. Flashes of fire streak across the sky. Sounds as loud as thunder echo all around the Elven Spire. The beautifully sculpted, silvery face of your mom rushing you down the hall. A bear as black as the night sky with a full moon goes rushing past in the opposite direction, followed by more large bears all varying in color and all wearing ornate armor. You break away from your mothers grasp and fill the familiar rush of magic over your body as you two take on the form of a bear like the others. trying to catch up, your mother, now also in the form of a bear appears in front of you and like a mother bear teaching her cub, turns you around. As both of you shift back she shouts over another thunderous sound. "RUNA THEY ARE GONNA BE OKAY, YOUR FATHER IS A GREAT LEADER, he is king after all." she says with a smile on her face. Just then all the stone around you explodes and shatters as multiple heavy iron balls fly through the wall. the last thing you remember seeing is your mother being hit by an iron ball as you black out from, what you expect to be the same thing. Now sitting in this crowded, dark, wooden room, you attempt to go into bear form, but its like trying to walk through stone. Suddenly a loud clanking noise reverberates all around you. Soldiers in red march down the stairs and start removing the chains holding everyone together and slowly leading the group upstairs. What caused the humans to become so blood thirsty, they are like Gnoles. Eventually a human, or at least you think its a human, walks up to you, politely asking for you to come with them, offering you a hand to stand up. you take the hand and follow them up the stairs, the sun is blinding, the smell of salt upon the air. As you look out, realizing you are on a boat, over the railing you see the camp, workers dressed in the same yellowing rags your in. You walk across the gangplank and into what you believe is your new life.

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