Ravenna had seen a tapestry in the chamber of their opponents in the dungeons of Red Mountain had depicted the underworld sea and the great city. But where was she? Her keen vision detected huge constructions to her left and many “Greelves.” Many looked like the individual that attacked her with the sword she now carried, only most were simply clad and milling about and performing tasks.
One of the inhabitants noted her and shouted, “Vydaelia is under attack! To arms!”
“Good grief! At least I know the name of this foul place,” she moaned as she descended the stair.
Running to the left was out. The Vydaelians were too many! She hit the bottom of the stairs running and sped to the right. Direction, even for an elf, was impossible to determine. Two Greelves impeded her briefly. They were no matches for Ravenna’s skills with the sword, and she quickly slew them. She took a quiver and bow from one of the guards and ran as fast as she could. Many shouts filled the air behind her. Ahead a group of buildings seemed less occupied. She endured a brief battle with another guard and again prevailed.
Ahead she saw other guards and other different appearing creatures. They all had similar appearances, but there were differences in their statures and the hues of their skin. There were obviously males and females. Most that she encountered as she ran from the prison were unarmed and fled from her. They were right to be afraid!
Time…she needed time. She saw an alley between two small buildings. Unlike the prison that was hewn from stone, most of the constructions she was running past were made of odd colored wood. It wasn’t really blue, but it made her think of the extremely resilient bluewood of the old trees of the Iron Mountains. She slipped between the buildings. The alley extended about twenty paces. There was a door on the right. Without thinking she slammed her shoulder into the floor and forced it open.
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