There was twelve of them. A group of adventurers who had been resting under an ash grove.
They had traveled across the realms, seeking new experiences and always willing to… lend a hand…
“I don’t think they’re going to let us back into the Islands.” Malakai winced as the others looked through their new treasure hoard.
“Not our problem that they no longer have all this gold.” Bahari and Chay said as one.
Erela rolled her eyes at them, frowning as she recounted their supplies. “We’re going to have to hit a city soon. We used most of our equipment on the Sol Beast.”
“But we just restocked!” Carrie complained. “You said we’d have enough for a month.”
“And then you and Talbot decided that you wanted to hunt that accursed beast. Using our supplies!” Erela shot back.
“Now, Erela.” Talbot said, an innocent smile on his face. “Think about how much a Sol Beast is worth – the pelt alone should net us 100 gold, considering its size. And Decker can use its organs in potions.”
“Don’t drag me into this.” Decker told him. “You dug your own grave.”
“Stop.” Edom ordered; his red eyes glowing.
“Did you feel that?” he asked Sera.
“Yes.” She hissed, clutching at her head. “Strong magicks are at work.”
The rest of their team stopped messing around, knowing that this would be important.
“Heareth all who may enter here. Today, the gates will fall. Beware, the gates will fall. Rejoice, the gates will fall. The Cities of Dawn are opened once more.” Adalira’s eyes turned white as she spoke with a voice not her own.
“Cities of Dawn.” Malakai repeated. “For them to be available again…”
The adventurers shared a look. It looked like they had found where they were going next.