Arc 14 Post 22: Out of the Dark
Out of the Dark
Thirty Sixth Day of Elnu-Hamba (Elnu Descendent), 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Battle is joined in a moment amid the shouts of men men at war and the chants of sorcery called forth. By now your eye is not drawn to the flash of Esha's power and your feet know the way to avoid the threads that Inge lays. No amount of planning can prepare you or anyone else for when Zaia releases his devil's brew, you would swear the flames only grow higher and more hungry by the moment.
Silver does not balk and nor do you, no sooner had the flames parted that you charge right into the thick of the battle, Durendal hewing in wide arcs though the crowd of men. Sword of bronze, haft of wood and limb of flesh all fly about you in the melee as the weapons of your foes fall bruising in their sheer weight but nowhere near enough to slow the pair of you.
You take 6 Damage; Silver takes 3 Damage
"On, on to victory!" you hear Tom call encouragement that mingled with your own. Spears are not meant for a bawl, but armor serves well beside the armored coats of the Anwa warriors. The highborn of the lot marked by the silver in their beards and the tassels on their sandals fall into nets like fresh caught salmon... though their guard fights with a fury renewed.
There you see it out of the corner of your eye, a figure that may have been a man as tall as you once, not hunched and ragged, garbed seemingly in the refuse of the street. A beggar caught in the fight... you think and it is almost the last thought you have as it lunges as you, joints twisting and stretching as no man can. Eyes like dead stars look back at you and in your mind you hear as if in your own voice:
Do you fear death?
It is only when Silver neighs in rage and strikes the black thing in the chest sending it flying, as though it weighs little more than a feather that you realize its claws had found their mark after all, tearing the quilting under the armor and the flesh of your neck all at once.
You take 11 Damage
A javelin almost strikes Inge, another lodges itself in Zaia's foot with a cry from the scholar, but it is Tom who has the worst of it, even as he and Wanderer between them manage to kill one of the axe wielding foes another hooks the spear out of his hands with a blade seemingly made for just that purpose and then the mankin dives in to grasp it and in a swirl of chocking shadows they are gone.
Zaia takes 4 Damage
Tom Lost Spear
Such pretty baubles, such pretty things... the mocking words echo on the air even in the midst of the sounds of war and death, but your ears turn then to Esha who bears news: "Veil!" she shouts and so it might be, but what eyes have you to see though that manner of trickery? Before you can call to her asking where to strike, before you can do more than raise your shield to cast aside another bruising strike Lina finally wakes from her trance and from her hand spins water, as swift as a river falling down the slopes of a river towards the sea, hitting a spot where none seemed to be... only to throw the mankin into the wall of the house nearby with a sound like dry wood breaking.
"You will rue the day you took power by the false iron Queen of Nothing," this time the figure speaks aloud in a voice that reminds you of old leaves crunching underfoot.
What do you do?
[] Write in battle plan
OOC: And done, late but still not a missed day at least. Also one of the disadvantages of not being magically savvy, poor Roland does not know what he is dealing with and so no links for now.
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