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.".....
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Saturday, 28 November 2009
Yuri emerged through the portal, sword in hand and his other hand empty, his composition calm as he looked around, he began to focus his energies, the world around him became blurry as he concentrated he saw the images of the wolf Ty and the feline Blackmane, then the demons they fought, the image of the demon who was trying to flank them became most clear.
Yuri's image held tight to that demon and he called forth the energy's with the language which only he here knew, and then he released the energy, and sent it towards the demon, then before the energy struck its target he began to focus his concentration again, the world once again becoming blurry and everything seemed to go in slow motion, and his image sharpened on a second demon.
He called forth for the aid of nature and focused on his target, asking for the roots deep in the ground to rise up and constrict the demon his sight had focused on.
Yuri lowered his arm and allowed the focus of the energy's around him to diminish, and looked with his clear vision to see the effects of his magic, one demon stood trying to fight and slice its feet free of the roots, and the second demon laid on the floor dead, an arrow through its eye socket.
Yuri was pleased with this outcome and then began to channel his energy's once more, to see what damage he could do to the demon tangled, his vision blurred once more and everything went slow, he took a deep breath as he felt the magic of the world, the essences of creatures that once lived, and the essences of the creatures that still lived, he focused on these and began his incantation, bringing these energy's to his control, he sent forth another ball of energy at the tangled demon, the energy connected and sent the demon to the floor.
Yuri's concentration returned to the world of the norm and he watched to see the demon rise, and join its comrades. The demon muttering in a guttural version of the common language, calling forth its own powers and sending them directly at him, Yuri closed his eyes and allowed instincts to over take him.
He lifted his arm and opened his eyes, the world once again slow and blurred, and his vision focused on the ball of harmful energy making its way directly for him.
Yuri called forth the powers of defensive magic and targeted this ball of energy, his hopes to diminish it or send it away, as he done this the magics of the caern around him reacted in a way he could not control, his whole body became encased with a magical energy.
The ball of harmful energy bounced off of him without a scratch being made, but as it bounced off of him it fractured into catastrophic balls of energy.
Striking Thalia, stood at Yuri's side into her shoulder, and stunning her. Another hit the man Kered square in the chest knocking him out of the fight, and back through the moonbridge entirely, at this time another section hit Althea and knocked her to the floor, her head cracking against the rock face with a sickening thud, her arm dropping limply through the moonbridge.
Yuri watched as all this happened around him, his vision still blurred and time still going slow, he witnessed two elves get struck, harder than most, one lay on the floor writhing in pain, and the other lay still, un-moving. The life from his eyes departed, his soul fled.
Upon seeing this Yuri let go of the magic and allowed his mind to return to the world of the norm, he looked around at the catastrophy which had formerly surrounded him and thought to himself, whoops.
With that thought he then noticed the demons were advancing upon the group once more, head on. Yuri raised his sword arm and braced himself, now in the lead position against the advancing demons.
As he braced himself against the onslaught two forms powered across the open expanse towards the caern, towards the group.
In a flash of black fur the great wolf leapt high clearing Yuri's head, her massive paws thudding heavily into the ground behind him even as she leapt once more dissapearing into the moonbridge in a flurry of fur and dust....
Yuri's image held tight to that demon and he called forth the energy's with the language which only he here knew, and then he released the energy, and sent it towards the demon, then before the energy struck its target he began to focus his concentration again, the world once again becoming blurry and everything seemed to go in slow motion, and his image sharpened on a second demon.
He called forth for the aid of nature and focused on his target, asking for the roots deep in the ground to rise up and constrict the demon his sight had focused on.
Yuri lowered his arm and allowed the focus of the energy's around him to diminish, and looked with his clear vision to see the effects of his magic, one demon stood trying to fight and slice its feet free of the roots, and the second demon laid on the floor dead, an arrow through its eye socket.
Yuri was pleased with this outcome and then began to channel his energy's once more, to see what damage he could do to the demon tangled, his vision blurred once more and everything went slow, he took a deep breath as he felt the magic of the world, the essences of creatures that once lived, and the essences of the creatures that still lived, he focused on these and began his incantation, bringing these energy's to his control, he sent forth another ball of energy at the tangled demon, the energy connected and sent the demon to the floor.
Yuri's concentration returned to the world of the norm and he watched to see the demon rise, and join its comrades. The demon muttering in a guttural version of the common language, calling forth its own powers and sending them directly at him, Yuri closed his eyes and allowed instincts to over take him.
He lifted his arm and opened his eyes, the world once again slow and blurred, and his vision focused on the ball of harmful energy making its way directly for him.
Yuri called forth the powers of defensive magic and targeted this ball of energy, his hopes to diminish it or send it away, as he done this the magics of the caern around him reacted in a way he could not control, his whole body became encased with a magical energy.
The ball of harmful energy bounced off of him without a scratch being made, but as it bounced off of him it fractured into catastrophic balls of energy.
Striking Thalia, stood at Yuri's side into her shoulder, and stunning her. Another hit the man Kered square in the chest knocking him out of the fight, and back through the moonbridge entirely, at this time another section hit Althea and knocked her to the floor, her head cracking against the rock face with a sickening thud, her arm dropping limply through the moonbridge.
Yuri watched as all this happened around him, his vision still blurred and time still going slow, he witnessed two elves get struck, harder than most, one lay on the floor writhing in pain, and the other lay still, un-moving. The life from his eyes departed, his soul fled.
Upon seeing this Yuri let go of the magic and allowed his mind to return to the world of the norm, he looked around at the catastrophy which had formerly surrounded him and thought to himself, whoops.
With that thought he then noticed the demons were advancing upon the group once more, head on. Yuri raised his sword arm and braced himself, now in the lead position against the advancing demons.
As he braced himself against the onslaught two forms powered across the open expanse towards the caern, towards the group.
In a flash of black fur the great wolf leapt high clearing Yuri's head, her massive paws thudding heavily into the ground behind him even as she leapt once more dissapearing into the moonbridge in a flurry of fur and dust....
The rescue
A command is issued, the speakers voice shaken by worry of their missing companion, the answer is silent, and thus, a group have quickly passed through the moonbridge once more. Ty TyKrey, Blackmane and Althea having lead the small group through are the first to land once more within the demon infested island.
Few words pass between the groups before Blackmane and Ty TyKrey have set off on their desperate journey to find the one that had become separated from the party. Whether dead or alive they would return with him.
A fight slows their travels. An ambush awaits them within a dark copse of trees, they bring down the demons with a quick and easy defence, but are quick to run on through and onward following the trail of the missing comrade.
A frantic dash through unfriendly territory brings them to the cave, within which hide the man and a young child, the man they had been searching for appears mad, as if he has lost his mind....wandering through the hell’s of a feverish mind.
Little conversation is passed between the three before Ty has pulled the man atop her back, Blackmane having placed the child behind his father, the group once more set off out into the land and back toward home...keeping to the shadows, a desperate attempt to prevent more of the enemy being aware of their presence.
The glade opens up before them, the cargo weighing heavily upon the great wolves back, the scene before them, the group battle fighting for their lives, elves have fallen and some of the group, missing, dead or just once more passed through the moonbridge none know at this time. The scent of blood assaults their senses.
The child requests to be allowed to join the fight, but the wolf denies him such an action as she leaps, carrying the humans over the attacking party and once more into the safety of the cavern beyond.
Her massive form leaping gracefully and disappearing once more through the moonbridge, its precious load upon her back....
Few words pass between the groups before Blackmane and Ty TyKrey have set off on their desperate journey to find the one that had become separated from the party. Whether dead or alive they would return with him.
A fight slows their travels. An ambush awaits them within a dark copse of trees, they bring down the demons with a quick and easy defence, but are quick to run on through and onward following the trail of the missing comrade.
A frantic dash through unfriendly territory brings them to the cave, within which hide the man and a young child, the man they had been searching for appears mad, as if he has lost his mind....wandering through the hell’s of a feverish mind.
Little conversation is passed between the three before Ty has pulled the man atop her back, Blackmane having placed the child behind his father, the group once more set off out into the land and back toward home...keeping to the shadows, a desperate attempt to prevent more of the enemy being aware of their presence.
The glade opens up before them, the cargo weighing heavily upon the great wolves back, the scene before them, the group battle fighting for their lives, elves have fallen and some of the group, missing, dead or just once more passed through the moonbridge none know at this time. The scent of blood assaults their senses.
The child requests to be allowed to join the fight, but the wolf denies him such an action as she leaps, carrying the humans over the attacking party and once more into the safety of the cavern beyond.
Her massive form leaping gracefully and disappearing once more through the moonbridge, its precious load upon her back....
None were to be left behind.
Xanthos and Tarot stood toe to toe firing their magic at each other, each as determined as the other to bring down their enemy.1
Around them the combat ensued, demonic beings that had followed them through the moonbridge fought hard against those they wished to bring pain and death to, even now, the struggle to survive continuing.
As the last of their enemies were dropped their leader looked around, taking stock of the situation even as the healers moved from person to person tending to those injured.
A command is barked to the great wolf, present within this magical place.
“Ty! Seperate them!.....You!” she shouted pointing at some of the elven archers....”Restrain him...” indicating Tarot as she gave command.
As the two fighting were restrained Althea glanced around, first checking that her long term companion fared well enough then counting each of the party. Slow realisation dawned, one of the party was missing, she had sworn none would be left and with that oath firm in her thoughts she turned to the great black and silver wolf whom stood proudly within the cavern.
“I said none were to be left behind and none shall”...her voice quiet and determined...
Pointing to the elven archers...”You...ensure he causes no more trouble....”indicating the monk....
“Ty...I fear I have to ask you to lead your pack into danger......you shall be accompanied, there is one left behind......” glancing around for Norgenson she points to the young warrior....
“Get his scent...I would imagine one of his kin would smell similar? He could be injured....he could be dead...but none shall remain....we need to locate and retrieve him..........”
Althea, the wolf, a feline and Yuri disappeared back through the moonbridge followed swiftly by Thalia, Kered and Cordaan.
“THAT MAN IS A SPY IN THE SERVICE OF THE ONE!”
Tarot shouts venomously wrenching an arm free of his kin. Pointing towards the bald man being held by the wolf as he shouts his accusation
The robed man looks up at the gathered adventurers.
"It seems I can tell no lies, then know this, I serve the one true path and it does indeed lead to the One, the days grow near when he will return and reclaim his rightful domain, you are fools to put your trust in these pitiful dragons. You let them pull you pillar to post at their squabbling beck and whim, know that one voice and one direction will always reign supreme in the end of days."
Xanthos looks once more at each of the infidels in turn.
"Your only option now is to kill this shell, but know this, when you strike me down I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
He bows his head and sits still and tranquil amongst the gathered elves and adventurers.
Tarot looks around the drow before him at the traitor and says in quite, collected response to the Priest of Morden.
“Your powers are weak old man.”
*The elf then relaxes entirely in silent request to those holding him for release.*
Cyrus, having swiftly dispatched the demon that accompanied him through the moonbridge, slashing and clawing at him even as he battered its face and skull into a bloody pulp with the pommel of his sword. After checking none of his injuries were life-threatening he slowly and quietly limped around the mass of people formed up around the moonbridge landing in Aevelmore into a position where he was behind Xanthos but within fast striking distance.
As the "monk" spoke Cyrus chuckled quietly and suppressed a knowing grin. He catches one of the Elves restraining him (one that had only recently escaped from the stockade for being caught in an illicit bout of gambling) and jerked his head to the side, The Elf responded by moving just a little, but enough to give Cyrus the opening he required.
Adjusting his hold on his sword, he swung the weapon like a club, aiming the heavy handle and pommel at the side of Xanthos` head. The unsuspecting blow landed heavily and with a sickening thud, smashing Xanthos to the side and rocking him forwards. Wiping the small smear of blood from the handle Cyrus re-sheathed his weapon and glared at the elves scowling at him.
"What?" He asked with as much contempt as he could muster "I always said the pri** talked too much!"
Shooing the stunned elves aside Cyrus began expertly binding Xanthos`s hand behind his back and hobbling his ankles as the cream dressed monk groaned pitifully.......
"I want words with you sunshine......" Cyrus whispered into Xanthos ear as he hauled him shakily to his feet.
"Well what he f*ck are you looking at?" he exclaimed at the gormless looking elves. "Get the f**k through there and help Althea and Ty!".........
A group of elven archers each bearing the livery of the elves of Avealmoor nod to Cyrus’s orders and quickly follow those that had already gone through the moonbridge..
Around them the combat ensued, demonic beings that had followed them through the moonbridge fought hard against those they wished to bring pain and death to, even now, the struggle to survive continuing.
As the last of their enemies were dropped their leader looked around, taking stock of the situation even as the healers moved from person to person tending to those injured.
A command is barked to the great wolf, present within this magical place.
“Ty! Seperate them!.....You!” she shouted pointing at some of the elven archers....”Restrain him...” indicating Tarot as she gave command.
As the two fighting were restrained Althea glanced around, first checking that her long term companion fared well enough then counting each of the party. Slow realisation dawned, one of the party was missing, she had sworn none would be left and with that oath firm in her thoughts she turned to the great black and silver wolf whom stood proudly within the cavern.
“I said none were to be left behind and none shall”...her voice quiet and determined...
Pointing to the elven archers...”You...ensure he causes no more trouble....”indicating the monk....
“Ty...I fear I have to ask you to lead your pack into danger......you shall be accompanied, there is one left behind......” glancing around for Norgenson she points to the young warrior....
“Get his scent...I would imagine one of his kin would smell similar? He could be injured....he could be dead...but none shall remain....we need to locate and retrieve him..........”
Althea, the wolf, a feline and Yuri disappeared back through the moonbridge followed swiftly by Thalia, Kered and Cordaan.
“THAT MAN IS A SPY IN THE SERVICE OF THE ONE!”
Tarot shouts venomously wrenching an arm free of his kin. Pointing towards the bald man being held by the wolf as he shouts his accusation
The robed man looks up at the gathered adventurers.
"It seems I can tell no lies, then know this, I serve the one true path and it does indeed lead to the One, the days grow near when he will return and reclaim his rightful domain, you are fools to put your trust in these pitiful dragons. You let them pull you pillar to post at their squabbling beck and whim, know that one voice and one direction will always reign supreme in the end of days."
Xanthos looks once more at each of the infidels in turn.
"Your only option now is to kill this shell, but know this, when you strike me down I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
He bows his head and sits still and tranquil amongst the gathered elves and adventurers.
Tarot looks around the drow before him at the traitor and says in quite, collected response to the Priest of Morden.
“Your powers are weak old man.”
*The elf then relaxes entirely in silent request to those holding him for release.*
Cyrus, having swiftly dispatched the demon that accompanied him through the moonbridge, slashing and clawing at him even as he battered its face and skull into a bloody pulp with the pommel of his sword. After checking none of his injuries were life-threatening he slowly and quietly limped around the mass of people formed up around the moonbridge landing in Aevelmore into a position where he was behind Xanthos but within fast striking distance.
As the "monk" spoke Cyrus chuckled quietly and suppressed a knowing grin. He catches one of the Elves restraining him (one that had only recently escaped from the stockade for being caught in an illicit bout of gambling) and jerked his head to the side, The Elf responded by moving just a little, but enough to give Cyrus the opening he required.
Adjusting his hold on his sword, he swung the weapon like a club, aiming the heavy handle and pommel at the side of Xanthos` head. The unsuspecting blow landed heavily and with a sickening thud, smashing Xanthos to the side and rocking him forwards. Wiping the small smear of blood from the handle Cyrus re-sheathed his weapon and glared at the elves scowling at him.
"What?" He asked with as much contempt as he could muster "I always said the pri** talked too much!"
Shooing the stunned elves aside Cyrus began expertly binding Xanthos`s hand behind his back and hobbling his ankles as the cream dressed monk groaned pitifully.......
"I want words with you sunshine......" Cyrus whispered into Xanthos ear as he hauled him shakily to his feet.
"Well what he f*ck are you looking at?" he exclaimed at the gormless looking elves. "Get the f**k through there and help Althea and Ty!".........
A group of elven archers each bearing the livery of the elves of Avealmoor nod to Cyrus’s orders and quickly follow those that had already gone through the moonbridge..
Thursday, 26 November 2009
The Fight for the Moonbridge from another's perspective..
The enemy had made it's advance, their tactics and their pure strength of will alone drove them forward... but they were out numbered... our master would not be happy when he found out... he'd do worse than to kill us... How it was possible for them to breach all of us we do not know, so once they made their magic work on the big circle, I decided to attack one who was un-aware, he looked strong and able, this made him a good target, the others would not need to help him, he began to walk through that... door?
I chased him through and struck him with my sword, gave him a good hit to the arm, then I punched at his face and swung at him again, but he was faster than I thought, and his armor stunk like something fresh...
I blocked his blows, the sounds of our fight echoing through this now... cav,e how that circle bought me to a cave i do not know, but there was too much going on, I took a moment to look at my surrounding's and then there was a flash of white, and then another, by the time i had a chance to react it was too late, the strong one i attacked hit me twice and then ran his sword through me, rage, pain and anger, they are the feelings i felt as far as i can remember, and then this.. realese, I felt my blood begin to seep from my body, I began to feel cold... I felt that finally I would rest from this eternal torment, and maybe now in this last moment, this man who I attacked... would reconise I was once like him...
I rest now, a drifting soul no longer tormented by the tolls of hell.
I chased him through and struck him with my sword, gave him a good hit to the arm, then I punched at his face and swung at him again, but he was faster than I thought, and his armor stunk like something fresh...
I blocked his blows, the sounds of our fight echoing through this now... cav,e how that circle bought me to a cave i do not know, but there was too much going on, I took a moment to look at my surrounding's and then there was a flash of white, and then another, by the time i had a chance to react it was too late, the strong one i attacked hit me twice and then ran his sword through me, rage, pain and anger, they are the feelings i felt as far as i can remember, and then this.. realese, I felt my blood begin to seep from my body, I began to feel cold... I felt that finally I would rest from this eternal torment, and maybe now in this last moment, this man who I attacked... would reconise I was once like him...
I rest now, a drifting soul no longer tormented by the tolls of hell.
The Battle for the Moonbridge
Each swing of a blade, each cast of a spell drew them closer to the caern. Regrouping just short of the entrance they ensured each member of their group was healed and able to make the final race to their escape.
“They’ve blocked the entrance...those who can use their magic to force things from our path group together, work together. Those who can fight, do so!”
The command was issued quickly and with authority, she expected none to argue and for action to be swift. As the group charged forwards, their weapons held tightly within their hands, their weary legs taking them closer to home a glaze of battle fury filled many eyes.
The spell hit the barricade and those in front of it sending them reeling under its impact, scattering the line of demonic beings apart before them. Once more they engaged the enemy thrusting blades through armour, flesh and sinew. Blood pools littered the ground. As a blade was drawn across an enemies throat the spray of blood emitted covered those close by, trails of warm blood creating rivers down their features as they fought for the lives they valued.
Elves, humans, drow, those native to the land and those new to it, all stood side by side fighting for their right to live as they wish.
The demonic beings stood before them, driven by hate and an order incomprehensible to most, to slay any that stood in their path. Features twisted and mangled, minds devoid of any humanity, filled only with pain, hate and the order, the order to reign all under the order of the one whom they followed and to slaughter those who stood in the path.
The sky grew darker as the battle raged. Twisted forms, their hates now gone, released by death scattered across the ground as the group made their way ever closer to the caern.
Sprinting forward, a lone figure, heavily armoured, darted between those that wished her harm, her footing firm as she made the caern and turned.
“Everyone IN NOW!” her commanding voice echoing out across the battle plain. Pausing for a few brief moments to ensure the command was acted upon she inhaled sharply when her gaze fell upon a writhing pile upon the floor, flashes of colour under several demonic beings. Without pause she sprinted forward, her swords in hand, ready to deprive the enemy of limbs and head to ensure his survival. As she drew close a headscarf fell to the ground, familiar in colour and style she snatched it up even as she dropped to her knees as he thrust the now still corpses from his form.
“Get them out now!”her words as swift as the turn she put into her step turning sideways her sword brought up to defend against the demonic blow aimed for herself.
Clearing the path once more she made her way back to the caern and crouched by the wall scribing the symbol upon it that would open their exit from this infernal island.
Moments past, far to many than were safe.
“Hold them back!” the order rang clear as desperate attempts were made to facilitate their escape, the group fending back those that wished to slaughter all where they stood, to ensure the will of their lord was followed. Cries of anguish, pain and desperation carried on the wind as finally a brilliant white light began to grow, swirling before their very eyes the light grew, a swirling tunnel of bright light, through it the image of a great black and silver wolf stood tall and proud.
“EVERYONE THROUGH NOW!”
Standing their ground, holding back the enemy as backward glances ensured the group were making fast their escape two stood side by side blades swinging as maniacal glints shone in their eyes.
“Through now!”
With a swift turn they were through but not they realised alone, demonic beings had crossed the bridge with them and even now, where safety should of reigned a desperate struggle ensued. More than that, two of their own now stood toe to toe engaged in a viscous battle of magics....
“They’ve blocked the entrance...those who can use their magic to force things from our path group together, work together. Those who can fight, do so!”
The command was issued quickly and with authority, she expected none to argue and for action to be swift. As the group charged forwards, their weapons held tightly within their hands, their weary legs taking them closer to home a glaze of battle fury filled many eyes.
The spell hit the barricade and those in front of it sending them reeling under its impact, scattering the line of demonic beings apart before them. Once more they engaged the enemy thrusting blades through armour, flesh and sinew. Blood pools littered the ground. As a blade was drawn across an enemies throat the spray of blood emitted covered those close by, trails of warm blood creating rivers down their features as they fought for the lives they valued.
Elves, humans, drow, those native to the land and those new to it, all stood side by side fighting for their right to live as they wish.
The demonic beings stood before them, driven by hate and an order incomprehensible to most, to slay any that stood in their path. Features twisted and mangled, minds devoid of any humanity, filled only with pain, hate and the order, the order to reign all under the order of the one whom they followed and to slaughter those who stood in the path.
The sky grew darker as the battle raged. Twisted forms, their hates now gone, released by death scattered across the ground as the group made their way ever closer to the caern.
Sprinting forward, a lone figure, heavily armoured, darted between those that wished her harm, her footing firm as she made the caern and turned.
“Everyone IN NOW!” her commanding voice echoing out across the battle plain. Pausing for a few brief moments to ensure the command was acted upon she inhaled sharply when her gaze fell upon a writhing pile upon the floor, flashes of colour under several demonic beings. Without pause she sprinted forward, her swords in hand, ready to deprive the enemy of limbs and head to ensure his survival. As she drew close a headscarf fell to the ground, familiar in colour and style she snatched it up even as she dropped to her knees as he thrust the now still corpses from his form.
“Get them out now!”her words as swift as the turn she put into her step turning sideways her sword brought up to defend against the demonic blow aimed for herself.
Clearing the path once more she made her way back to the caern and crouched by the wall scribing the symbol upon it that would open their exit from this infernal island.
Moments past, far to many than were safe.
“Hold them back!” the order rang clear as desperate attempts were made to facilitate their escape, the group fending back those that wished to slaughter all where they stood, to ensure the will of their lord was followed. Cries of anguish, pain and desperation carried on the wind as finally a brilliant white light began to grow, swirling before their very eyes the light grew, a swirling tunnel of bright light, through it the image of a great black and silver wolf stood tall and proud.
“EVERYONE THROUGH NOW!”
Standing their ground, holding back the enemy as backward glances ensured the group were making fast their escape two stood side by side blades swinging as maniacal glints shone in their eyes.
“Through now!”
With a swift turn they were through but not they realised alone, demonic beings had crossed the bridge with them and even now, where safety should of reigned a desperate struggle ensued. More than that, two of their own now stood toe to toe engaged in a viscous battle of magics....
The flight from Maelbrook
The sky darkened and became grey, the elf and the man stood before each other, their task essential, but at the same time deadly should they fail, not only to themselves, but potentially to a whole civilisation of life.
They nodded wordlessly to each other, without saying farewell's to their companions, scared they might jinx their mission the two left the camp. In the shadows of the mountain pass they darted from one shadow to the next, allmost at the clearing which would cause them the biggest of problems, they waited in the edge of the pass, barely breathing as a patrol of His men passed them they waited untill the patrol had passed then darted at full speed across a clearing, ash, dust and debre of what was possibly part of a forest left un-hidden tracks as they ran for their target.
The two companions were either very skilled, or very lucky they finally made their destination, a giant circle of some un-known craftsmanship stood before them, the outer rim made of diffrent metals and materials, and the inside of the circle, something that moved like a liquid being blown by the wind, but the liquid was upright, it was seemingly un-affected by gravity, the two looked at each other once more and took a deep breath before entering.
A description of what they experienced is not comprehensable in any words, and the two allthough curious, knew they was only half way.
Now they had to prepare for what could only be described as a blood bath, they looked around their suroundings, taking into account the shape and size of the cavern which they were now in, how strange it was to once be outside and now be in... Too many questions they began their run, swift on their feet they ran out of the cavern, getting soaked by a waterfall on their way out, and made their way directly for the barracks, there mission almost at its close.
With their objectives completed the rag tag group prepared to leave their camp. Ordered into action by Althea each went about their own specalist tasks. Potions were brewed, weapons sharpened, armour repaired. A quiet but busy hush lay over them all. Each knew that the retreat from this island and its demonic inhabitants would not be an easy one, nor did they know if all would return to their homes.
As the sky darkened from the overhead rain clouds, some looked above and wandered what omen it brought with them....
The call was put out, "gather your possessions, unsheathe your weapons for we leave now!"
Quickly gathering into a group, weapons glimmering in the occasional ray of sun as it punched its way between the rapidly thickening clouds. The gentle chink of armour as they began their exodus.
Clearing the camp, down the roughly hewn mountain pass and into the open glade below, all going well, spirits high, but an air of expectancy hanging over each assembled for they knew their path would not be unhindered, they could not be that lucky.
His followers fanned out from their hiding places, casting spells, wielding weapons, charging into the group to bring pain and death.
The group fought back valiantly. Those carrying blades hacked and parried at the enemy and though they slew many, many more took their place. Archers from the rear aided the group with volleys of deadly missiles descending upon the enemy in silence.
The healers, darting within the group, crouching to aid those who had fallen, ensuring all were kept mobile if not able to fight.
Steadfastly they fought across the glade, dropping the enemy before them, their corpses trod underfoot, the thick mud from the nights rain now mingled with the warm blood from both sides. Mages from either side chanted incantations, the air rife with thick smoke and the crack of a spell initiated to cause harm upon the opposition.
Cries of pain echoed through the air as to did the ringing out of steel upon steel as blades came together in a frantic struggle for life. The scent of blood and sweat hanging heavily in the air around them as they determinedly fought their way forward, their objective now in sight, though heavily guarded by demonic beings determined to prevent their escape.
“KERED NOW!” came a cry from amidst the battle as the one giving the order slammed her sword into anothers and a figure broke free from the main battle at full sprint dodging those attempting to stop his path, chanting as he ran, his voice reaching a crescendo as he cast towards his enemies knocking them from his path.
They nodded wordlessly to each other, without saying farewell's to their companions, scared they might jinx their mission the two left the camp. In the shadows of the mountain pass they darted from one shadow to the next, allmost at the clearing which would cause them the biggest of problems, they waited in the edge of the pass, barely breathing as a patrol of His men passed them they waited untill the patrol had passed then darted at full speed across a clearing, ash, dust and debre of what was possibly part of a forest left un-hidden tracks as they ran for their target.
The two companions were either very skilled, or very lucky they finally made their destination, a giant circle of some un-known craftsmanship stood before them, the outer rim made of diffrent metals and materials, and the inside of the circle, something that moved like a liquid being blown by the wind, but the liquid was upright, it was seemingly un-affected by gravity, the two looked at each other once more and took a deep breath before entering.
A description of what they experienced is not comprehensable in any words, and the two allthough curious, knew they was only half way.
Now they had to prepare for what could only be described as a blood bath, they looked around their suroundings, taking into account the shape and size of the cavern which they were now in, how strange it was to once be outside and now be in... Too many questions they began their run, swift on their feet they ran out of the cavern, getting soaked by a waterfall on their way out, and made their way directly for the barracks, there mission almost at its close.
With their objectives completed the rag tag group prepared to leave their camp. Ordered into action by Althea each went about their own specalist tasks. Potions were brewed, weapons sharpened, armour repaired. A quiet but busy hush lay over them all. Each knew that the retreat from this island and its demonic inhabitants would not be an easy one, nor did they know if all would return to their homes.
As the sky darkened from the overhead rain clouds, some looked above and wandered what omen it brought with them....
The call was put out, "gather your possessions, unsheathe your weapons for we leave now!"
Quickly gathering into a group, weapons glimmering in the occasional ray of sun as it punched its way between the rapidly thickening clouds. The gentle chink of armour as they began their exodus.
Clearing the camp, down the roughly hewn mountain pass and into the open glade below, all going well, spirits high, but an air of expectancy hanging over each assembled for they knew their path would not be unhindered, they could not be that lucky.
His followers fanned out from their hiding places, casting spells, wielding weapons, charging into the group to bring pain and death.
The group fought back valiantly. Those carrying blades hacked and parried at the enemy and though they slew many, many more took their place. Archers from the rear aided the group with volleys of deadly missiles descending upon the enemy in silence.
The healers, darting within the group, crouching to aid those who had fallen, ensuring all were kept mobile if not able to fight.
Steadfastly they fought across the glade, dropping the enemy before them, their corpses trod underfoot, the thick mud from the nights rain now mingled with the warm blood from both sides. Mages from either side chanted incantations, the air rife with thick smoke and the crack of a spell initiated to cause harm upon the opposition.
Cries of pain echoed through the air as to did the ringing out of steel upon steel as blades came together in a frantic struggle for life. The scent of blood and sweat hanging heavily in the air around them as they determinedly fought their way forward, their objective now in sight, though heavily guarded by demonic beings determined to prevent their escape.
“KERED NOW!” came a cry from amidst the battle as the one giving the order slammed her sword into anothers and a figure broke free from the main battle at full sprint dodging those attempting to stop his path, chanting as he ran, his voice reaching a crescendo as he cast towards his enemies knocking them from his path.
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