Quests & Challenges

[size=2]@Anukite @Rosesinger @Sabariel @Weredogalism @antivehicular @LittleMoons[/size] This may be the darkest thing I've ever written for FR... *sobs* [center] [item=golden coa moth] [color=#5b0f00][size=7][font=Monotype Corsiva][b]Ghost patrol[/b][/font][/size][/color][/center] The day was just starting, and the Scouts had a new member for the troop, a copper colored Bogsneak called Tiaka. The scoutmaster called Lothar and Celest, and with Tiaka, were assigned to battle for food that morning. The older Nocturne felt truly responsible of the patrol well being, and his muscles were already feeling tense with that mission. The day wasn't looking good. They left the Sandswept Delta to the Scorched forest, in search of safer places to collect food. Woodland path wasn't an option, and Lothar knew that. Maybe the masters should make safer routes for new scouts. Scorched Forest was intimidating as always, full of elusive animals and wild enemies. Their search wasn't even starting when the first tragedy occurs. Celest was defending Tiaka, but the guardian's abilities weren't strong enough, and was beaten down by a Centaur archer. Lothar tried to be quick, but his own damaged body gave up, and the archers attacked Tiaka as well before he could do anything for her. Lothar was alone. Defenseless. The nocturne didn't have any way to call their teammates about that even. He was alone, and seriously injured, escaping from the archers who followed him closely. His supply of potions went down do zero. Suddenly, a Spear man caught one of his legs. He closed his eyes, and hoped someone could find him. Could find everyone and carry them back. And then, time stood still.