Darkholme

Yewvale was a has

like for the chance of getting a taste of what the Last Yew can offer. Even Olga has made the trip once

t its name making disturbing shadows in every corner. The logical thing to do was to simply settle down, make a home and

tant than several bucketfuls of magical sap. Not that the bucketfuls she held in her hands were any less valuable. In f

of note. Yewvale was the home of a wild variety of human and elven magicians, and even a

imple enough at first glance, average looking for a human with dull brown hair. His back was turned to her so she couldn't see his face, but the sword on his hip was emanating wit

arrying an obvious weapon like the first, but Olga could tell that she was far from norma

f those cursem

ortable. She looked terrifying to be honest, a figure that screamed darkness to Olga's eyes. But her magical senses were telling her otherwise. This w

ree hu

shing the boundaries of mysticism and science. Olga held back a snort as she neared the exit gate of Yewvale. She really wasn't looking forward t

r walls of Yewvale's Twelfth Ring, a massive stockade made of large hawthorn stakes,

e glanced up and froze. The walls were parted by a massive gap and within that gap was a hellhound. And it was a large one.

's low growling, a sound that echoed throughout the entirety of the Twelfth Ri

ult human. This one made no sense. As pandemonium erupted around her, Olga could only

so huge?

the scent of power causing her already irritated nose to involuntarily snort as her magical s

er of a

lted in the deaths of hundreds of Slayers and Sweepers. But while it was well known that in the depths of the Deadwood Forest lay the home of a powerful demon, the source of the dreaded curse that made the trees in t

nd spells that went its way. As it moved further into the Twelfth Ring, Olga made her w

ng properties of the hawthorn logs blocking the repulsive scent of demoni

, she thought to herself, quite amus

llhound was easy enough. She was sure that the sheer amount of people with either martial or magical prowess in Yewvale would ensure the city's survival. Sure there might be a couple hundred deaths, but this

red to herself as the horde in f

's contents erupted from within, a mass of silvery powder covering the area. Ignoring the strong scent of magic that her own actions brought up, Olga gestured in the general direct

dripping from he hungry mouths. Olga sighed. That vial of moonpo

, pathways

and using the modern human tongue as magical foci didn't really work well but words were let out easier tha

egs refusing to respond to it's limbic system. The other hound hesit

oose, pow

ectrical currents, overclocking it's metabolic func

at directly affected a living being can be dispelled with the slightest

were dangerous, not individually but because of their pack mentality. Just as Olga expected

into every denizen of Darkholme urging her to leave the massive he

nters from the ground before sta

Last Yew, shards of hawthorn, especially shards from