Magic gone awry

The combined force of magic throws Kered backwards sending him through the moonbridge crossing. As he passes through his stomach wrenches sideways, his vision blurring, a kaleidoscope of colours assaulting his senses, those things that in his own time and place remained in the dream state becoming more solid and tactile. Even as his mind began to process the changes his perception once more shifts as he barrels into a figure within the cavern in Avealmoor.

Slamming once more into reality he bowls Cyrus from his feet. The two of them going down in a tangle of limbs, Kered injured and bleeding, Cyrus, his injuries ripping open, the magic incanted upon them not having had the time to work to their full extent.


"FOR F*CKS SAKE!!!!!" Cyrus screams from the floor, rolling to his knees and painfully shrugging Kered off his back and staggering to his feet, accidently on purpose placing a booted foot across Kered’s forearm.

Kered checking his own injuries disrobes his outer garments and then his shirt before calling upon the dragons to aid him. The magic of the land weaving closely around him begin to pull the injury to his chest together, muscle, sinew and flesh reknitting to their once complete state. Only a thin red scar any evidence that once his chest had been torn open by unnatural forces.

Facing the Moonbridge and those closest to it, a detached look settles onto Cyrus`s face before he starts screaming again "YOU LOT JUST GONA FUC*ING STAND THERE OR WHAT?!?!!" he cries as he stomps towards the gate and Altheas outstretched arm just poking through, spanning the bridge between worlds, some of her here, the rest on maelbrook in who knows how much danger.

Clasping a hand firmly onto her wrist he pulls her through, glaring at the nearest pack member and shouting "CLOSE THE FU*CKING GATE THEN or we`ll have a horde pouring through........."

Elves, acting on his command dart through the moonbridge, arriving on the other side, already leaping out ready for combat...

Last Fire leaps through the moonbridge and out into Maelbrook, the large black wolf's rough and scabby fur pulling him apart from the rest; he too, prepares for battle, throwing himself forward his powerful paws striking the ground only once before he leaps straight out of the caern into the demonic beings assaulting the caern.

Cyrus pulls Althea through the moonbridge, obviously wounded, her left shoulder protruding at an unnatural angle, blood covers her armour and clothing, she shows no signs of consciousness...

The demons once more throw an assault toward the caern, this time the once chanting throws a successful spell at Yuri, the spell aimed at his sword arm strikes deep and hard, flesh tearing open under the impact, fresh warm blood quickly pooling in the wound before running freely.

They march once more and break the defence of the caern.

Why, the smallest of the wolves looks to Cyrus, then to Althea.

"Cyrus, we cannot close it, not yet, we will fight to protect those on this side, Last Fire with those gone through, I am sorry.".....