Every battle plan goes to hell…

Wim and the forester started working their way back to town. One of them drew the marks near trees marking the way,so they had a path back to the staging area.

As they went, Wim asked about how not to get lost in the woods. The told him about the tree moss, how to pick good landmarks which way he streams should flow, and to stay out of the woods on foolish missions in the middle of the night like this.

They also let him know his plan would not work.

As the moon came up, Wim could feel the pull of the vial on his mind. He wanted to drink it and run back into the deep dark woods.

This put him on edge. Then the ambush happened, more an accidental collision of him and a group of cultists that looked like they were looking for him. The finger pointing and his guards drawing their axes gave him that clue.

Wim had a new respect for the foresters as they charged into the fight with their axes. Men fell wounded and dying blood flowed and Wim drew his sword and dagger. Then an attacker that came at him charging with a long knife. With the skill of a dancer he side stepped throwing his knife into the right arm of the other person standing. Curls of blond hair spilled from his assailant’s cloak as her knife caught us left arm and his blade caught the soft flesh of her stomach. It was instinct not skill that lead the blade there he spun with her force while looking at the hatred in her blue eyes and throwing her off balance with his blade while drawing his second knife.

Wim just killed his first person, a girl and he wanted to vomit but he was in a fight. It would take most of them a few moments to realize the were dead. Blood leaking from wounds, groans of pains, struggles breathing and then quiet. He wiped his arm across his face feeling blood on it.

This was the line that Wim never wanted to cross but he wold deal with that later. His forester friends would need to be dealt with later. He grabbed his sword and the girls cloak flipping it on and started tracing the cult member heading into the woods. Two daggers and a sword is all he had.