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CHAPTER 1
ACT VI
The Peldvale Forest
Merick was now a walking bounty holding a cruddy wooden bow and protected by a sword and armor that could fall apart if struck hard enough due to the poor iron in the area that was used to make them. Merick traveled east, into the Peldvale forest, before heading southbound to Beregost to avoid the main roads.
Merick ventured into the forest, set up camp and got some much needed rest. In the morning he went hunting for some food. After running into and killing some uneatable spiders and gibberlings, he found a large wolf that had not yet noticed him. Merick calmly drew his bow and aimed at the wolf’s torso, but as he pulled back the string the wolf fell down dead from an arrow to its side. Merick saw a hunter with a good quality large bow walk up to collect his kill. Merick new the authorities would not know who killed this man, this deep into the woods. Merick grinned as he thought to himself “Hunting the hunter…”. Merick waited till he had a clear shot and pierced the unarmored peasants heart. Merick upgraded himself to a long bow and got some arrows.
Merick knew that he would to find better equipment still to survive and the cover of forest was perfect for taking down enemies with stealth. Merick ventured further into the forest. He saw an unarmed man searching for help in the woods. Merick casually approached the man before the man introduced himself in a fluster, “My Lord, I-I am Farington… I desperately need you to find a scroll and –“ Merick ran his blade into the man’s gut. “In exchange for ye gold?” Merick smiled evilly into the dying man’s eyes. Merick took the man’s purse of petty gold before the man dropped to the ground dying. As the life left the man’s body, Merick felt as if something was entering his. His heart pounded and he felt stronger. He had felt this with all the enemies he had killed since Candlekeep, and it seemed to grow stronger in him with each he killed. He felt faster, stronger, quicker to think. As if there was more muscle inside his arms although they were the same mass. Merick could not explain what it but it was as if he was learning or gaining something more than just the experience from his battles. Strength in the deaths of others…
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