Noctisardor Bypass p[r]imavaera

When they had departed together Stryx, keeping to the rear, was not sure what to make of anything.

The cultists followed their one-eyed leader with a furor unmatched by anything she had witnessed before. Stryx was bade to follow and as it fell within the realm of her agreement, she did as she was told. She took her sweet ass time, but she obeyed.

Whatever hijinks these people were up to, someone would likely be required to patch up the wounded.

The initial raiding party crossed in to foreign territoriy. Stryx could hear the hyena-laugh of one rogue in the dark quite clearly, and saw another body race deeper, while she moved as necessary to try and keep at least Merrick in her sights.

Stryx was no warrior nor was she intent to hunt down this woman, Laurel, who so fixated the madman; she just kept her head down and her body alert to dangers.