Part MDCXVI: Whom the Skies Abhor
Whom the Skies Abhor
Sixteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
You call out to the others to stand your ground rather than risk being caught between hammer and anvil in the den of your foes. The mist floods through the trees cold and clammy as the grave, and with it come the screams: high and piercing or low and growling, sometimes changing pitch in the middle such as no natural creature can...
"There's a lot of 'em, whatever the hells they are!" the ranger calls from where he had set himself against an ancient sentinel pine to guard his back.
"Nothing I've ever heard," the wildling spear-wife says, readying her bow. Then with bravado common to her folk she adds, "I bet an arrow will put paid to them better than an axe would."
"Didn't know we were going duck hunting," he banters back.
"Ye southerners must have some mighty mean..."
Her words are cut off abruptly as Dany shouts a warning. "They come, ware the white ones have magic!"
Like a flock of carrion-birds they descend from the mists, malformed things that pollute the very skies they fly through. At first you see only a riot fur and claw and horn without rhyme or reason, but then you manage to pick out the beasts from the pack more than a dozen strong. The bodies of stags they have but the talons and wings of hawks, the jaws of slavering wolves and antlers sharp upon their brows.
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Peryton... the voice of memory which tells the monstrous heart eater's tale is harsh, filled with the sharp accents unlike that of dragons of of Valyria Unfallen. The shaman from the west, the one who had taught Daeron the secrets of ice magic. Yet even he had not spoken of such as the five white beasts that seemed to lead their foul brethren. Longer of limb they are to even more hideous proportions, bright as new driven snow save for the crimson about their snouts and eyes shining blue as frozen stars.
A flint-tipped arrow flies true lodging itself into the out-thrust chest of one of the beasts. Then they are upon you, baying for blood and the time for battle at hand.
What do you do?
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OOC: The Perytons move before everyone else on your side, but I still need to know what you intend to do the next round. Also remember you can use celerity to move immediately at the cost of then being stunned for one round.
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