Under a Feral Moon:
Moonrise
Reven wiped sweat from his brow. The mages had battled with the doppelgangers from dusk 'till sun up and still there was much ground to cover- three more levels of spire-towns to secure. The sun had just risen above the dry mountain-tops in the far east.
Reven, Melyn and Toua regrouped and waited a moment to allow the Mage army to catch up with them. Since it was their pleas which had brought them all to the midst of the High's District, to do battle in the Bruin-Faulkner spire, it was their duty to serve as fore-runners to the main force.
Melyn reached out her hands to her compatriots. The wide sleeves of her gray robe shivered at her wrists. They took her hands. After hissing something unintelligible between her teeth, she pulled them very, very quickly a
