As Infandus and a strange peasant lay dieing, time marches closer to the ending of the brotherhood of zulo.
The remaining seven mages continued on their journey down the path heading out of the sacred ground and into the wilderness. It had been decided that they would return to their simple dwelling and wait twelve hours resting and reflecting before beginning on the next medallion.
Indefletus and Nummulus where walking up ahead of their brothers, eager to get back it had been a long night not to mention a long week so much work for preserving their line. Indefletus was the youngest member of the bortherhood and not entirely certain about Sinral's revelation that there was such terrible chaos doomed to take mankind.
Ever since they had come to this island and found the sacred ring, prosperity and good fortune had come to them. Such great magic and a deep contection to the nature spirits, they could finally bring about real change to the primitive peoples of this land and the lands they had moved through to get here. Having harnessed the power stored in the great circle they had vastly grown in their own powers and understanding of the universe.
Indefletus was the first to see the haze coming through the woods. A glowing orange as they neared their home.
"Nummulus, fire!" the young mage cried.
"Yes, we must make haste, we must hurry to see what has survived!" the other agreed
Running now, the mages grew closer to the settlement. Thick smoke began to tear their eyes and the crackling fire grew to a deafening roar. As they rounded the final corner in the woods they could see clearly the clearing in the woods where their house once sat.
Men, with glowing swords and daggers stood chearing and hollering around the fire, their yells being swallowed up by the roaring blaze.
Turning towards the intended targets of their malice one man points his sword and howls.
