Search Party

Hand picked by the Seer, a search party has been assembled. Every movement made in silence at the instruction under her breath. Ornate armor adorning chest, should the unknown make itself a threat, they move. Silent footsteps venture beyond the boundary once called home to the one who ran away. Beyond the boundary of childhood fairy-tales told by the elders under candle light. They find themselves surrounded by the thick of the forest. And as mist kisses flesh and armor, they proceed forward at the whisper of the Seer.