Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Crossover with another SI, look at the Link for more details.Duzzit said:
A small fish in a infinite sea (SI).
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
At least maybe Winter can make an 'Alliance of convenience' or an exchange of knowledge of the various multiverse worlds...Hiver said:
update.
Hiver..CH_22a - PlaneJump, Winter&Dawn, Zombies, Alexander, NormalHuman, Trade, Chitchat
and thanks for giving the link to that SI... I'll add an link to that author's TOC....
Yes. I did. I actually went back to see if I missed anything. But I can't complain much because I've done jarring transitions myself before.PhantomPhysicst said:
On a lighter note; I'm jealous now.
Not always. There comes a point when all of the fish are the same size or smaller. Even before you get to that point, the population of bigger fish drops dramatically. Once you hit the point where the only person above you is the omnipotent creator of the universe, you're pretty much there.Nozdormu said:
And really, meeting a toon-level reality warper with force is the worst than you can do. A Toon, even a dark murderous one, can only be defeated if it's funny.
RoboRenee
Trans of gender
- Location
- FFXIV, probably
- Pronouns
- She/Her
SakSak
Unbound
- Location
- The Cold Wastes of the North
Send it here, please. I have stuff to do in 30 minutes, so let's do this quick.Hiver said:
23
I crossed my legs and frowned as I closed down my omnitool, watching the disassembled Blaster pistol lying on the small table.
While it was hardly expensive, a cheap bottle of healing potion for an energy weapon was a good deal...but there was no way to recharge it.
It needed more current to charge the powercell than my omnitool could filter through from my magical charge. Simply it did not have the throughput needed.
So until I find somewhere to recharge it, best estimate I get from the charge is another 45 shots left. After that it would be a paperweight.
I simply don't have the control to charge something without filtering the power through the omnitool. I would fry the circuitry.
I shook my head and carefully started to put it together again. So much for lucking out and getting Dawnie a good backup to her magic in case it's needed.
Guess I could go and pop back to that Zombie earth, and find her a pistol of some sort and teach her to shoot.
Speaking of which...
I tapped my finger on the handle of the blaster. Honestly it looked and shot like something from star wars. Wonder where he found it?
That traveler...Alexander. Did I do right when I let him go? Should I have killed him to make sure the Zombie plague didn't escape?
It had already killed one earth.
Sighing I finished putting the blaster together but leaving the powercell out. Best not let one of the locals run off with a working blaster.
No matter. It was too late to do something about now, and not like they weren't worse plagues likely running around. If I remember right, Marvel Zombies had dimension traveling technology.
I froze and then shivered at that thought. Ugh, I did not need that paranoia fuel.
Shaking my head I stood up and walked to put the weapon away in the trunk I had been supplied, keeping the powercell in my pack before I stood up and looked around the small tent.
We where now living in Thrallamar but instead of being assigned beds in one of the barracks, Dawn and I was supplied with a small tent outside one of them.
Honestly, I didn't know why. Might be a security or morale issue. The warriors here had been fighting demons, orcs...and Alliance for a long time. Sleeping in the same room as a couple of humans would not have been something they would have done voluntarily.
Either way, the tent is large enough for two hammocks, a small table with a couple of chairs and a pair of trunks...well…more footlockers, but still.
I offered Dawn to take the tent for herself and I could find somewhere else to sleep.
She called me an idiot.
I'm not entirely convinced she was not right. Still, it felt like asking was the right thing to do...
All in all, the tent was not bad actually. It almost made me nostalgic for the time back in the Stark camp...it was not that dissimilar, actually.
Well, my tent back then was a good deal larger, but this wasn't bad.
I was brought out of my musings as Dawn walked inside and I frowned slightly when I spotted her. Something was off.
"Dawn?" I asked as I turned to her. She was carrying a mace along with her dagger. "What's with the heavy weaponry?"
She looked away slightly and I frowned. "Dawn...what did you do?"
"They need my help, ok?" she said quickly while making her way over to kneel by her footlocker, to pull out a satchel and start to pack it with healing herbs and potions.
"I have heard that thing before..." I said "That's how we ended up here, remember? What happened?"
Dawn cleared her throat and frowned. "I better restock on antidotes..." as she finished stocking the satchel and then shook her head as she stood up. "You know how we are cut off from the rest of Outland? With the fortress?"
The Alliance and Horde were doing pretty ok. Once some hero adventurer was able to take down the portals that kept funneling reinforcements to hold them back at the gate, they pushed the Legion forces halfway back across Hellfire Peninsula and all the way back to the half wrecked fortress that reached across the entire area.
Hellfire Citadel. But there they ran into a wall...to a well defended, well organized wall.
Magic or not the wall was too thick for siege weapons, and the orcs and their demonic masters were dug in deep...the wall that cut the area in half was broken at places, but we simply could not advance past The Citadel.
That would leave a major enemy force at our back.
"Yes..." I answered with a frown. "What did you get yourself roped in to this time?"
"They came and asked for healers...for volunteers. I figured as I could easily escape if things went wrong, I..." Dawn quickly said.
"Dawn. What. Did. You. Do?" I asked once more.
"They are sending in a small team to take out the leaders of the defenders of The Citadel. They need a healer to go with them...they figured that a small team might be able to sneak into the place and take them out. The armies could then attack when they are disorganized. If the army attacks The Citadel we might win, but we would lose half the men. A small team might be able to sneak in."
I stared at her, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.
"Let me get this straight...you are going to sneak into a demon infested fortress with only a couple of soldiers?" I finally asked.
She frowned "There won't be any real danger. We will sneak in and they will take out the leaders...I won't be in combat, I'm just the healer. I stay back and if they are hurt, I help them. I won't even be doing any fighting. Besides, not like I can't Walk out if things go wrong."
Oh yes. Definitely a headache.
"Dawn...that's... You can't navigate!" I started, rubbing my forehead. Oh for crying out loud...Yes, Dawn was definitely created from Buffy.
She frowned. "I can still go to the closest survivable Plane and stay close to where I emerged. You should easily be able to find me again."
Same damn trouble magnets, same damn disregard for their own safety. It wasn't the Slayer spirit, it was bloody Summers blood! Was Mrs. Summers like this in her youth?
"For crying out loud, Dawn. I'm meant to keep you safe!" I exclaimed. "Bloody hell! It's bad enough that we are here at the front lines and now you want to wander into a demon infested fortress!"
"Because it needs to be done!" she said. "This is why I am here, to help! Why should I put somebody else in danger when I can do the same job and escape if needed!"
"You are an apprentice shaman, are there no more qualified healers?! What did Cloudsong say about this?" I asked and earned myself a glare.
"He vouched for me when the Orc leading the team doubted my skill. He said it was my choice. As for being half trained, healing is what I am best at. I might not be up to Master Cloudsong's skill, but I am good." She quickly said as she strapped the satchel on before she turned to walk out "I leave in an hour."
That left me standing in the tent, looking after her before I took a deep, slow breath.
Oh yes. There is that headache...the special kind that I always used to have, when Buffy went off to do something boneheaded.
I gritted my teeth and walked to strap on my M-6, before I shrugged my cloak on and followed her out of the tent.
I swear, Summers girls are going to be the death of me. I was just wrong in the past, thinking that it would be Buffy.
AN// Big thanks to SakSak for betaing this part.
While it was hardly expensive, a cheap bottle of healing potion for an energy weapon was a good deal...but there was no way to recharge it.
It needed more current to charge the powercell than my omnitool could filter through from my magical charge. Simply it did not have the throughput needed.
So until I find somewhere to recharge it, best estimate I get from the charge is another 45 shots left. After that it would be a paperweight.
I simply don't have the control to charge something without filtering the power through the omnitool. I would fry the circuitry.
I shook my head and carefully started to put it together again. So much for lucking out and getting Dawnie a good backup to her magic in case it's needed.
Guess I could go and pop back to that Zombie earth, and find her a pistol of some sort and teach her to shoot.
Speaking of which...
I tapped my finger on the handle of the blaster. Honestly it looked and shot like something from star wars. Wonder where he found it?
That traveler...Alexander. Did I do right when I let him go? Should I have killed him to make sure the Zombie plague didn't escape?
It had already killed one earth.
Sighing I finished putting the blaster together but leaving the powercell out. Best not let one of the locals run off with a working blaster.
No matter. It was too late to do something about now, and not like they weren't worse plagues likely running around. If I remember right, Marvel Zombies had dimension traveling technology.
I froze and then shivered at that thought. Ugh, I did not need that paranoia fuel.
Shaking my head I stood up and walked to put the weapon away in the trunk I had been supplied, keeping the powercell in my pack before I stood up and looked around the small tent.
We where now living in Thrallamar but instead of being assigned beds in one of the barracks, Dawn and I was supplied with a small tent outside one of them.
Honestly, I didn't know why. Might be a security or morale issue. The warriors here had been fighting demons, orcs...and Alliance for a long time. Sleeping in the same room as a couple of humans would not have been something they would have done voluntarily.
Either way, the tent is large enough for two hammocks, a small table with a couple of chairs and a pair of trunks...well…more footlockers, but still.
I offered Dawn to take the tent for herself and I could find somewhere else to sleep.
She called me an idiot.
I'm not entirely convinced she was not right. Still, it felt like asking was the right thing to do...
All in all, the tent was not bad actually. It almost made me nostalgic for the time back in the Stark camp...it was not that dissimilar, actually.
Well, my tent back then was a good deal larger, but this wasn't bad.
I was brought out of my musings as Dawn walked inside and I frowned slightly when I spotted her. Something was off.
"Dawn?" I asked as I turned to her. She was carrying a mace along with her dagger. "What's with the heavy weaponry?"
She looked away slightly and I frowned. "Dawn...what did you do?"
"They need my help, ok?" she said quickly while making her way over to kneel by her footlocker, to pull out a satchel and start to pack it with healing herbs and potions.
"I have heard that thing before..." I said "That's how we ended up here, remember? What happened?"
Dawn cleared her throat and frowned. "I better restock on antidotes..." as she finished stocking the satchel and then shook her head as she stood up. "You know how we are cut off from the rest of Outland? With the fortress?"
The Alliance and Horde were doing pretty ok. Once some hero adventurer was able to take down the portals that kept funneling reinforcements to hold them back at the gate, they pushed the Legion forces halfway back across Hellfire Peninsula and all the way back to the half wrecked fortress that reached across the entire area.
Hellfire Citadel. But there they ran into a wall...to a well defended, well organized wall.
Magic or not the wall was too thick for siege weapons, and the orcs and their demonic masters were dug in deep...the wall that cut the area in half was broken at places, but we simply could not advance past The Citadel.
That would leave a major enemy force at our back.
"Yes..." I answered with a frown. "What did you get yourself roped in to this time?"
"They came and asked for healers...for volunteers. I figured as I could easily escape if things went wrong, I..." Dawn quickly said.
"Dawn. What. Did. You. Do?" I asked once more.
"They are sending in a small team to take out the leaders of the defenders of The Citadel. They need a healer to go with them...they figured that a small team might be able to sneak into the place and take them out. The armies could then attack when they are disorganized. If the army attacks The Citadel we might win, but we would lose half the men. A small team might be able to sneak in."
I stared at her, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.
"Let me get this straight...you are going to sneak into a demon infested fortress with only a couple of soldiers?" I finally asked.
She frowned "There won't be any real danger. We will sneak in and they will take out the leaders...I won't be in combat, I'm just the healer. I stay back and if they are hurt, I help them. I won't even be doing any fighting. Besides, not like I can't Walk out if things go wrong."
Oh yes. Definitely a headache.
"Dawn...that's... You can't navigate!" I started, rubbing my forehead. Oh for crying out loud...Yes, Dawn was definitely created from Buffy.
She frowned. "I can still go to the closest survivable Plane and stay close to where I emerged. You should easily be able to find me again."
Same damn trouble magnets, same damn disregard for their own safety. It wasn't the Slayer spirit, it was bloody Summers blood! Was Mrs. Summers like this in her youth?
"For crying out loud, Dawn. I'm meant to keep you safe!" I exclaimed. "Bloody hell! It's bad enough that we are here at the front lines and now you want to wander into a demon infested fortress!"
"Because it needs to be done!" she said. "This is why I am here, to help! Why should I put somebody else in danger when I can do the same job and escape if needed!"
"You are an apprentice shaman, are there no more qualified healers?! What did Cloudsong say about this?" I asked and earned myself a glare.
"He vouched for me when the Orc leading the team doubted my skill. He said it was my choice. As for being half trained, healing is what I am best at. I might not be up to Master Cloudsong's skill, but I am good." She quickly said as she strapped the satchel on before she turned to walk out "I leave in an hour."
That left me standing in the tent, looking after her before I took a deep, slow breath.
Oh yes. There is that headache...the special kind that I always used to have, when Buffy went off to do something boneheaded.
I gritted my teeth and walked to strap on my M-6, before I shrugged my cloak on and followed her out of the tent.
I swear, Summers girls are going to be the death of me. I was just wrong in the past, thinking that it would be Buffy.
AN// Big thanks to SakSak for betaing this part.
RoboRenee
Trans of gender
- Location
- FFXIV, probably
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Yeah, level the damn place. I'd say go for the Exterminatus-level firepower, but you... don't seem to have any. So just mass summon as many wolves, ravens, and Varren as you can get away with and Giant-size the lot. Quantity has a quality all its own.
EDIT: This recommendation of course has nothing to do with the fact that my alts always get stuck running it over and fucking over again. Gods, do I hate that dungeon.
EDIT: This recommendation of course has nothing to do with the fact that my alts always get stuck running it over and fucking over again. Gods, do I hate that dungeon.
The zombie plague already killed one world. In retrospect killing the other traveler might have been the smart thing to do to stop the plague from potentially doing it again.Arimai said:
I think you need to work on your reading comprehension.
Winter thought it was not airborn. But it might still be in the water, the other traveler might be attacked and get blood on his suit he don't notice.Arimai said:
Winter have no way of knowing if the suit have some way to purge the contaminants. When the risk might be the life of another world...
So that when she does something stupid and Walks, her Plane will go with her.Arimai said:
"Those guys are supposed to be unbeatable, but right now they are kinda meh. If you want to do some good to the multiverse, find a way to kill them off now."bastur2 said:
- Location
- Near Freiburg in South-West Germany
So you want Winter toArimai said:
a) Unbalance Dawn's mind
b) Mindcontrol her
c) Draw the attention of every big player in Outland.
Well there is your problem.Arimai said:
I'll do it.
24
I pressed my back against the black rock of the thick wall as Siviria,a blood elf girl in tiny leather armor with massive daggers, peered around the corner before signaling back at us.
Two Orcs.
She pulled out one of her daggers as Kanyen, the troll hunter, pulled an arrow from his quiver.
Gurok, the Orc Warrior and the leader of the little group, simply clutched his big axe.
I glanced back at Dawn; she was holding her small mace in her hand and I shook my head at her, motioning for her to stay back as Kanyen and Siviria slipped around the corner with Kanyen's rather massive black panther of a pet padding after them.
We had been at this for hours...sneaking, ambushing small patrols to keep them from raising the alarm. But we were almost at the first target.
Not for the first time though I wished power ramped up like in the game. If mana worked exponentially like the game, I could have turned this fortress into magma.
Not so much in reality.
This stupid fortress pathways was too narrow for giant warrens and without something like that, they could bury us in bodies or simply keep coming until I ran out of mana if I tried to blast my way in.
Which mean stealth was the only way.
Flashback
"You are that other human. What are you doing here?" the large Orc asked as Dawn and I walked up to the small group.
The blue troll with the bow was crouched, rubbing the ears of a large panther while the blood elf girl with the daggers from the caravan was sharpening one of them.
"I'm going with you." I answered him simply.
"You are not. We already have a healer, we can not babysit another one. Summers, get ready. We are leaving now, we are in a hurry." The Orc said and turned away towards the other Orc handling the Windrider.
"I am going or she isn't." I told him, crossing my arms.
"We do not have time to find another healer! We are on a timelimit!" the orc, Gurok growled and turned to me, almost a foot taller than me and like three times my size.
I wasn't impressed.
"Then you don't have time to argue either. I'm going or she isn't."
Dawn did not look happy but I told her in no uncertain terms on the way here that either I go with her or I tie her down until she grow a brain.
Gurok growled "I can make you go away, Human."
"Try it. Even if you manage it, it will slow you down. The more we talk, the more you are delayed."
Yes. I know that kind of frustration. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. And for once I get to inflict it on somebody else.
He growled and then nodded, turning back to the windrider master.
"Can you even do something useful?" the blood elf which I would later find out was named Siviria asked as she put her dagger away.
"I can handle myself."
Flashback end
There was a small shuffle around the corner, the sound barely louder than a loud whisper. Gurok peered around the corner before nodding back at us, motioning us to follow him.
Two red skinned Orcs were laying on the floor of the hallway, one with his throat slit and the other with his throat outright ripped out, the panther's muzzle covered with blood.
Siviria gave us a nod and motioned for us to follow her. I carefully stepped over the corspse of closest corrupted orc, Dawn grimacing at the sight but following me.
Still we have been helping healing troops for the last few weeks we were here, she should be used to blood by now.
We had already taken out one of the targets, a Watchkeeper Gargolmar. Siviria slipped into the small camp as we skirted around the edge. Slit his throat in his sleep.
That chick was scary.
"Scout plans say we are almost there." Siviria whispered back at us "Get ready."
The roof of the citadel, one of the roofs of the hellfire citadel. The prowling grounds of Omor the Unscarred. One of the leaders of this place, he was spotted most days watching our troop movements from the top of one of the platforms.
A demon.
As we stopped I moved across the hall, pressing my way against the back and peaked around the corner out into the empty space of the roof of the citadel. There was a small camp of orcs, about fifty meters away. They looked like they were focused around their fires though.
Siviria motioned us to stay silent as she slipped around the corner before motioned us forward. We slowly moved along the wall, the rest of us was easy enough, but I have no idea how Gurok managed it. The damn orc was large as a house and wearing plate armor but he was still quiet.
"Stay down." I whispered to Dawn, making her duck a bit lower as we slowly made our way along the wall into the next hallway.
Siviria motioned to us to stay there and we hid against the walls of the fortress from the view of the small camp of Orc sentries as she ghosted down the length of the long hallway.
I'm not entirely sure what it is she does when she sneaks around, but when she does it my eyes kind of...glide off her. They don't want to see her.
I don't even know if it is magic or some kind of special talent.I need to find out at some point, knowing how to do that would have been really, really useful at multiple times in the past.
"You ok?" I asked Dawn silently and she swallowed, nodding while pressing her back against the wall, her small mace held in her right hand.
Damn it, she should not be here!
Siviria returned a minute later, stopping by Gurok "I saw Omor, he is on the platform like the scouts said he would be." She whispered, I could barely hear her a couple of meters away "He has two guards standing by the exit of the tunnel and he is massive. Taking him down, will make noise. We will be discovered."
Gurok gritted his teeth "So we fight. I haven't had a good scrap in days. If we take him down, we finish our mission even if we are unable to escape."
I didn't sign up for a suicide mission "Stay here, Dawn." I whispered to her before I moved past Kanyen and his cat and stepped up to Gurok "I can take him. Silently. His guards too."
"Don't be ridiculous, human." he growled silently "Even one of his guards would crush you."
"If I fail, you can still fight him front on." I said and then started down the hallway, staying close to the wall.
I heard a silent curse behind me but nobody tried to stop me.
Glancing back when I reached the end I saw the rest of the group had followed me but staying back a bit.
I glanced around the corner and out on the platform. Damn...that demon was massive. Like six meters tall, black and purple. Wings on the back, goat feet, horns...the entire deal.
Somebody is going with the classics. Closer to the hallway, only four meters away, a pair of red skinned orcs wearing robes were standing. The orcs were facing away from the portal.
Idiots.
Omor was also facing away, looking out over the area. Good, that might mean that my plan might actually work.
I glanced back, giving them a small nod before I stepped out in the open, slowly and silently walking out towards the Orcs.
Channeling some black mana into my hands I touched the back of their heads and before they are able to react, I pulled their souls out. Their bodies dropped and I caught them with my mind, slowly lowering them to the floor to keep them from making any sound.
Letting their souls go I slowly and silently started to make my way across the platform towards the massive demon.
The worst part of sneaking around is keeping your breathing under control as your adrenaline surges. Be quiet, don't make noise. Sadly, I can only pull souls...or the equivalent...out at touch, not range. All my other deadly spells are flashy, loud.
This needed to be quiet.
I slowly charged some black mana into my right hand as I got within a couple of meters.
Now, I just need to touch you so I can...
Omoc turned around, grinning down at me "Think I didn't feel your magic, priest?" and then he swing his hand fist at me.
I dropped the black mana, flaring up a shield with a surge of white mana to block his punch.
The punch deflected off the shield and I charged red mana in my hand as I stepped back. A flameslash should finish him off before he could do anything serious.
The massive demon growled and swung at me again, waving his other hand.
A felhound appeared out of empty air and pounced and suddenly my shield dissipated as the small demon hit it, the spell structure simply breaking down into nothing!
I felt a surge of panic and threw myself to the side...and that likely saved my life. The massive fist mashed into my side and everything was pain.
My left arm and bones snapped, crushing beneath the punch as it threw me to the side, launching me across the platform, my left ribs snapping and being pushed into my lung as I landed on the rock, rolling to a stop.
I couldn't breath. I couldn't think.
Pain. Couldn't focus. Couldn't pull on my mana.
Everything was pain.
The next thing I knew it felt like I had been dropped into a cold mountain stream. As I forced my eyes open I saw Dawn, ten meters away. She was shooting a green stream of magic at me.
I could feel my ribs pull out of my lung. It hurt like a motherfucker, but it was helping. I could focus again.
Gurok was not in sight, but Siviria was engaging the demon, dancing around his punches and gutting felhounds.
Kanyen was not in sight either and neither was his cat.
Omoc growled and blasted Siviria with a wave of dark energy, throwing her of her feet.
Then he rushed at Dawn.
I tried to warn her. But I couldn't breath.
The large demon wrapped his hand around her chest and squeezed. I could hear the snapping and crunching of bone even through her scream before he tossed her across the platform, her arms sticking out at unnatural angles as she rolled to a stop.
She didn't move.
It killed Dawn.
I stared at her. She was still. Just laying there.
I pulled at my mana. Green and white mana flooded my body, my ribs starting to snap back into place and I forced myself to move through my pain, rolling onto my knees as I coughed, spitting blood out as my lung regenerated.
He killed Dawn.
"Om..." I started to yell, coughing loudly, spitting out the rest of the blood "Omor!"
He killed Dawn. I thought I would be angry.
I thought I would be sad...furious.
I just felt empty as I struggled onto my feet. Empty and pain.
The demon laughed and blaster Siviria of her feet again and summoned a couple of felhounds to keep her busy as he turned to me.
"You are still alive then, priest?" he said, grinning wildly. He had a second mouth, a massive one in the middle of his stomach.
I almost stumbled but I could feel myself healing as I forced myself to walk closer. Fuck, this hurt more than sword through my stomach.
The large demon grinned and looked at Dawn "Oh? Was she somebody to you? Know that she died, failing to save you." and he started towards me as he laughed.
"My name...Is Winter." I said, forcing myself to stand up straight.
I reached to my left side and gripped my left wrist, pulling down hard as I gritted my teeth against the pain as I pulled it straight so the healing could do the rest, biting back a scream of pain.
"My name is Winter and a entire world worship me as a god." I said, continuing my walk towards the large demon, my steps surer, steadier.
I didn't stumble this time and red mana start to lick up along my arms like flames. I didn't feel...anything. I was calm.
But my red mana responded faster and stronger than ever.
"I'm going to show you why."
AN// Many thanks to Cytokinesis for betaing this part.
Two Orcs.
She pulled out one of her daggers as Kanyen, the troll hunter, pulled an arrow from his quiver.
Gurok, the Orc Warrior and the leader of the little group, simply clutched his big axe.
I glanced back at Dawn; she was holding her small mace in her hand and I shook my head at her, motioning for her to stay back as Kanyen and Siviria slipped around the corner with Kanyen's rather massive black panther of a pet padding after them.
We had been at this for hours...sneaking, ambushing small patrols to keep them from raising the alarm. But we were almost at the first target.
Not for the first time though I wished power ramped up like in the game. If mana worked exponentially like the game, I could have turned this fortress into magma.
Not so much in reality.
This stupid fortress pathways was too narrow for giant warrens and without something like that, they could bury us in bodies or simply keep coming until I ran out of mana if I tried to blast my way in.
Which mean stealth was the only way.
Flashback
"You are that other human. What are you doing here?" the large Orc asked as Dawn and I walked up to the small group.
The blue troll with the bow was crouched, rubbing the ears of a large panther while the blood elf girl with the daggers from the caravan was sharpening one of them.
"I'm going with you." I answered him simply.
"You are not. We already have a healer, we can not babysit another one. Summers, get ready. We are leaving now, we are in a hurry." The Orc said and turned away towards the other Orc handling the Windrider.
"I am going or she isn't." I told him, crossing my arms.
"We do not have time to find another healer! We are on a timelimit!" the orc, Gurok growled and turned to me, almost a foot taller than me and like three times my size.
I wasn't impressed.
"Then you don't have time to argue either. I'm going or she isn't."
Dawn did not look happy but I told her in no uncertain terms on the way here that either I go with her or I tie her down until she grow a brain.
Gurok growled "I can make you go away, Human."
"Try it. Even if you manage it, it will slow you down. The more we talk, the more you are delayed."
Yes. I know that kind of frustration. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. And for once I get to inflict it on somebody else.
He growled and then nodded, turning back to the windrider master.
"Can you even do something useful?" the blood elf which I would later find out was named Siviria asked as she put her dagger away.
"I can handle myself."
Flashback end
There was a small shuffle around the corner, the sound barely louder than a loud whisper. Gurok peered around the corner before nodding back at us, motioning us to follow him.
Two red skinned Orcs were laying on the floor of the hallway, one with his throat slit and the other with his throat outright ripped out, the panther's muzzle covered with blood.
Siviria gave us a nod and motioned for us to follow her. I carefully stepped over the corspse of closest corrupted orc, Dawn grimacing at the sight but following me.
Still we have been helping healing troops for the last few weeks we were here, she should be used to blood by now.
We had already taken out one of the targets, a Watchkeeper Gargolmar. Siviria slipped into the small camp as we skirted around the edge. Slit his throat in his sleep.
That chick was scary.
"Scout plans say we are almost there." Siviria whispered back at us "Get ready."
The roof of the citadel, one of the roofs of the hellfire citadel. The prowling grounds of Omor the Unscarred. One of the leaders of this place, he was spotted most days watching our troop movements from the top of one of the platforms.
A demon.
As we stopped I moved across the hall, pressing my way against the back and peaked around the corner out into the empty space of the roof of the citadel. There was a small camp of orcs, about fifty meters away. They looked like they were focused around their fires though.
Siviria motioned us to stay silent as she slipped around the corner before motioned us forward. We slowly moved along the wall, the rest of us was easy enough, but I have no idea how Gurok managed it. The damn orc was large as a house and wearing plate armor but he was still quiet.
"Stay down." I whispered to Dawn, making her duck a bit lower as we slowly made our way along the wall into the next hallway.
Siviria motioned to us to stay there and we hid against the walls of the fortress from the view of the small camp of Orc sentries as she ghosted down the length of the long hallway.
I'm not entirely sure what it is she does when she sneaks around, but when she does it my eyes kind of...glide off her. They don't want to see her.
I don't even know if it is magic or some kind of special talent.I need to find out at some point, knowing how to do that would have been really, really useful at multiple times in the past.
"You ok?" I asked Dawn silently and she swallowed, nodding while pressing her back against the wall, her small mace held in her right hand.
Damn it, she should not be here!
Siviria returned a minute later, stopping by Gurok "I saw Omor, he is on the platform like the scouts said he would be." She whispered, I could barely hear her a couple of meters away "He has two guards standing by the exit of the tunnel and he is massive. Taking him down, will make noise. We will be discovered."
Gurok gritted his teeth "So we fight. I haven't had a good scrap in days. If we take him down, we finish our mission even if we are unable to escape."
I didn't sign up for a suicide mission "Stay here, Dawn." I whispered to her before I moved past Kanyen and his cat and stepped up to Gurok "I can take him. Silently. His guards too."
"Don't be ridiculous, human." he growled silently "Even one of his guards would crush you."
"If I fail, you can still fight him front on." I said and then started down the hallway, staying close to the wall.
I heard a silent curse behind me but nobody tried to stop me.
Glancing back when I reached the end I saw the rest of the group had followed me but staying back a bit.
I glanced around the corner and out on the platform. Damn...that demon was massive. Like six meters tall, black and purple. Wings on the back, goat feet, horns...the entire deal.
Somebody is going with the classics. Closer to the hallway, only four meters away, a pair of red skinned orcs wearing robes were standing. The orcs were facing away from the portal.
Idiots.
Omor was also facing away, looking out over the area. Good, that might mean that my plan might actually work.
I glanced back, giving them a small nod before I stepped out in the open, slowly and silently walking out towards the Orcs.
Channeling some black mana into my hands I touched the back of their heads and before they are able to react, I pulled their souls out. Their bodies dropped and I caught them with my mind, slowly lowering them to the floor to keep them from making any sound.
Letting their souls go I slowly and silently started to make my way across the platform towards the massive demon.
The worst part of sneaking around is keeping your breathing under control as your adrenaline surges. Be quiet, don't make noise. Sadly, I can only pull souls...or the equivalent...out at touch, not range. All my other deadly spells are flashy, loud.
This needed to be quiet.
I slowly charged some black mana into my right hand as I got within a couple of meters.
Now, I just need to touch you so I can...
Omoc turned around, grinning down at me "Think I didn't feel your magic, priest?" and then he swing his hand fist at me.
I dropped the black mana, flaring up a shield with a surge of white mana to block his punch.
The punch deflected off the shield and I charged red mana in my hand as I stepped back. A flameslash should finish him off before he could do anything serious.
The massive demon growled and swung at me again, waving his other hand.
A felhound appeared out of empty air and pounced and suddenly my shield dissipated as the small demon hit it, the spell structure simply breaking down into nothing!
I felt a surge of panic and threw myself to the side...and that likely saved my life. The massive fist mashed into my side and everything was pain.
My left arm and bones snapped, crushing beneath the punch as it threw me to the side, launching me across the platform, my left ribs snapping and being pushed into my lung as I landed on the rock, rolling to a stop.
I couldn't breath. I couldn't think.
Pain. Couldn't focus. Couldn't pull on my mana.
Everything was pain.
The next thing I knew it felt like I had been dropped into a cold mountain stream. As I forced my eyes open I saw Dawn, ten meters away. She was shooting a green stream of magic at me.
I could feel my ribs pull out of my lung. It hurt like a motherfucker, but it was helping. I could focus again.
Gurok was not in sight, but Siviria was engaging the demon, dancing around his punches and gutting felhounds.
Kanyen was not in sight either and neither was his cat.
Omoc growled and blasted Siviria with a wave of dark energy, throwing her of her feet.
Then he rushed at Dawn.
I tried to warn her. But I couldn't breath.
The large demon wrapped his hand around her chest and squeezed. I could hear the snapping and crunching of bone even through her scream before he tossed her across the platform, her arms sticking out at unnatural angles as she rolled to a stop.
She didn't move.
It killed Dawn.
I stared at her. She was still. Just laying there.
I pulled at my mana. Green and white mana flooded my body, my ribs starting to snap back into place and I forced myself to move through my pain, rolling onto my knees as I coughed, spitting blood out as my lung regenerated.
He killed Dawn.
"Om..." I started to yell, coughing loudly, spitting out the rest of the blood "Omor!"
He killed Dawn. I thought I would be angry.
I thought I would be sad...furious.
I just felt empty as I struggled onto my feet. Empty and pain.
The demon laughed and blaster Siviria of her feet again and summoned a couple of felhounds to keep her busy as he turned to me.
"You are still alive then, priest?" he said, grinning wildly. He had a second mouth, a massive one in the middle of his stomach.
I almost stumbled but I could feel myself healing as I forced myself to walk closer. Fuck, this hurt more than sword through my stomach.
The large demon grinned and looked at Dawn "Oh? Was she somebody to you? Know that she died, failing to save you." and he started towards me as he laughed.
"My name...Is Winter." I said, forcing myself to stand up straight.
I reached to my left side and gripped my left wrist, pulling down hard as I gritted my teeth against the pain as I pulled it straight so the healing could do the rest, biting back a scream of pain.
"My name is Winter and a entire world worship me as a god." I said, continuing my walk towards the large demon, my steps surer, steadier.
I didn't stumble this time and red mana start to lick up along my arms like flames. I didn't feel...anything. I was calm.
But my red mana responded faster and stronger than ever.
"I'm going to show you why."
AN// Many thanks to Cytokinesis for betaing this part.
Not powerful enough.GundamChief said:
He couldn't destroy the fortress from half a world away.
I doubt that he can, with his current abilities, resurrect Dawn.
Nope, he's consumed by rage and flooding the room with heat. Her brain will be unrecoverable within a minute.RTM said:
Frak US! Omor killed Dawnie ....
Vengeance
Hiver..CH_23a - Winter; Omnitool, Alexander, DawnVolunteer, AllSummers, MissionCrazy
Hiver..CH_24a - Gurok, Siviria, Demon, Omor, DawnBroken, Winter AngerAFLAMED
Vengeance
Hiver..CH_23a - Winter; Omnitool, Alexander, DawnVolunteer, AllSummers, MissionCrazy
Hiver..CH_24a - Gurok, Siviria, Demon, Omor, DawnBroken, Winter AngerAFLAMED
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
Well that's what you get for sucking at stealth. Honestly, I saw this was coming several updates ago, so its not a surprise to me, just contrived in such a way to make him seem more of a tragic badass.