Fantasy Fading Flame (In Character)

[Vyseryx]

Margot
“I’m fine.” Margot answered shortly with a little nod of her head. “Though I’d really prefer to start my visit here on a more positive note.”

She looked at the retreating guards disappearing behind the corner. “May the world be to you, as you are to your guests.” Margot spitted on the ground in the direction of five men. It was too little for a proper curse, but their next few days were probably going to be quite miserable. “Bunch of vrorrken.”

“Vyoyken!” an enthusiastic voice sounded, as Leo somehow got out of the bagpack and climbed on his mother’s arm.

“Nooo, don’t repeat that!” Margot scolded him, resigned and irritated that her tongue slipped and she cursed again.

“Gyayey!” Another elvish swear word. The sorceress just rolled her eyes and took Leo in her arms, focusing back at the two before her.

“My name is Margot Lagarde, this is my son, Leonard, and it seems like we are both in your debt, Guardians.”

Kabboom Trappy

 

[AlphaKyle]

Taken back at first by the way little one said "used to talk" but decided to ask that question another time. Widening his smile and taking note of the flower he started,
"Sorry, I was excited to see another elf out here, and .. Well I just got carried away." he gave a nervous laugh
"My name is Sulevi Kapanan, it is nice to meet you." doing his best to try and keep up with her story, he asked what he did hear her say.
"What part of you is injured? Are you still hungry?" reaching into small backpack to find some bandages and nuts. As he fished out the items he asked the third question, "Why were you told to run?" not expecting an answer, he at least needed to ask
-robert-

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Gaheris Agramar

Gaheris had only finished fixing the sign, a deep rumble coming from his throat. It took him longer than it usually did- a downside to having only one functional arm. Before, he used to be one of the fastest workers in the manor...if not the only giant worker in the manor.
Satisfied, he was prepared to turn away- considering the woman he had apologized to had already left. However, he started feeling a small tapping on the metal plates on his belly.

Looking down, he found a small hand, offering him potatoes. A girl?
Or at least he thought she was offering it to him. He'd been so caught up in inspecting and fixing the sign that he hadn't fully heard what she said. Still, it was better to just take the offer should he be right on his hunch.
Before he could though, he took a better look at the girl and stopped dead in his tracks.

She was asymmetrical!
A sleeve on the left arm, but her shoulder was exposed. On the other hand, her right had a covered shoulder but no sleeve!
Gaheris raised his good arm to fix it, but stopped midway. No, no- this wasn't proper etiquette, or whatever "e" word Marguerite used to call it. What should he do in this situation? His mind raced back to memories of the manor, to his conditioning- no, Marguerite said the proper way to point out if someone had their clothes mussed was to simply point it out.
But with how broken his language was, he had to devise a way for her to not misinterpret him.
Not that he could fix it right now anyways, without having to give up his cowl to cover her.

He started by accepting one of the potatoes offered to him, though his mind wasn't on food currently. Plus, he'd have to eat it on the way. He couldn't lug around his greatsword with potatoes occupying his good arm. She had called him 'mister tall metal' so perhaps he should say his name?
"Thank...you." He spoke, lightly thumping the back of his closed right hand against the metal plates of his chest. "Name...Gahe...ris."

Good. That was a good start, or so he thought. He was secretly beaming with pride. Now, to carry out his other mission.
He motioned lightly to the exposed shoulder, tilting his head.
"Not...aligned." He restrained himself from shouting. That wouldn't be a good thing to do in this situation after all. Still, he had to point it out. It was bothering him.

Pilgrim59

 

[Aryasaurus]

Aoibhín; "Eevie"

A paused step, a halt in her direction as she turned. Humans could be saved by humans, but this was getting out of control. She had no sympathy towards specific genders, as she equated none to herself, and thus whether she aided the cultist or the woman really meant no difference. However the situation with the preacher seemed to be worsening, and so, on heal, Eevie turned, glancing at the preachers as the cultist riled up. She could feel something tensely radiating off the man in robes - though it had no such effect on her, she glanced around to see the crowd become uneasy and begin to slowly back off.

'What the... Urk- this doesn't look good,' she thought, turning towards the scene. 'Not good. Religious folk aren't going to let him just go for "disgracing" the "glorious Light" or whatever they call it'. Mentally she shook her head, and allowed her hand to curl around her whip. The whip of a dullahan was a frightening thing - lengthily crafted by nature - a human's spinal chord, though hers had a unique touch: a blade made of an unidentified bone, sharpened into a crescent curve.

Walking over, Eevie didn't take her hand off of her sheathed weapon, but she did not let go of it either, making a rather obvious gesture that she would use it if she had to. The mysterious black mist poured from out of her helm, curling like live shadowed tendrils as she neared, paying careful mind to the conversation. She had completely forgotten about the woman and her babe, and was now stepping closer, inch by inch as she scribbled something upon a small note of parchment.

'Foul tith waster? What the--?' She didn't have time to find the line amusing, as the fanatic launched himself towards the cultist.

Eevie grabbed her whip, yanking it free and arched her arm back before thrusting it forwards. The bones cracked loudly through the air, resounding against the evening. She had aimed away from the preacher, but at its sound the peacekeepers leaped back with a start, unexpecting the sound that pierced their eardrums so abruptly. They gave her the space she needed to lurch forward and grab the shoulder of the preacher. Her touch, through her gauntlets, was as cold as death, though she didn't stop at just a grab. From shoulder to arm, she pulled the preacher forcefully away from the cultist and seized his arm, restraining his arm behind his back and turning him away. Letting go, she gave the religious nut a shove in the opposite direction.

The peacekeepers were not happy about this treatment, though they found themselves hesitating at both the aura of the cultist, and the smokey-helmed dame that stood before them. Eevie grabbed one of them by the arm, the other panicking and drawing his sword, before she pressed a note into his hand. 'Back off. He's with me', it read. She let go of the peacekeeper and backed off in the cultists direction. She pulled out a golden seal from her satchel - it was roughly hand-sized with a carving of a rose petal in its centre.

Eevie placed herself in between herself and the cultist, whip still in hand as she slipped the seal back into the safe confines of her bag. Her posture read that she would fight if she had to, but with any luck, they would all back off.

billthesomething

 

[QizPizza]

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Audun the Fallen

Location: Frontierville - Approaching Guild Hall
Status: Slightly Hungover
Disposition: Slight Evil
Interacting With: Trappy​

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As Audun approached the Guild Hall, he noticed a woman with an illusion spell cast and a young child. She was being harassed by several Imperial soldiers. As a paladin, Auun was obligated to defend the innocent, especially if he wanted to prove himself worthy of being a Seraph. However, with his current mood, Audun was very likely to strike out at the first person to mildly annoy him. In his moment of hesitation, a rather soldier stepped in and rectified the situation before Audun could act. He mentally cursed himself for not intervening but still acknowledged that if he did anything, the situation would've definitely escalated. He scowled underneath his helmet as he parted the crowds. The denizens of the town were hasty to step out of his way and notice his presence. His paladin armor would easily be acknowledged by anyone religious in the Empire, but what truly drew their attention was his huge size and the wings protruding from his back. Any paladin with pure white wings was recognized as a champion or messenger of the gods. Wherever Audun went with his armor, people would worship him for this reason, though he knew that their gods were more than likely to be one of the Seraphs he knew. For that reason, he wasn't very religious, as any god he worshiped could easily be the byproduct of a "greater" god.

Audun only paid the enough attention to reassure the people that the paladins cared, with nods and waves. Other than that, he maintained his course towards the Guild Hall. Coincidentally, one of the soldiers that was fighting from earlier was also present. Audun recognized her as General Maria, a rather impressive human being. She was the commander of two legions, both for subjugating the elves and bandits. Though Audun didn't agree with the purpose, Maria's accomplishments was no less impressive, especially when she was a Guardian too. As he got closer, he saw that she was quite tense from the misconduct of the soldiers. Audun paid no heed and addressed he. "General Maria, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you prin...cess..." Audun realized his mistake second too late as he addressed the general by the "affectionate" title that many in he Empire's forces have associated with her. He must have been hungover from last night to make such a mistake.

 

[Unwavering Knight]

Pryonn & Kaatl

Striding about town, the duo of fairy and knight quickly combed through the various streets of Frontierville in search of quests to fulfill. All too quickly it was becoming apparent that a storm of sorts was brewing - the kind that attracted all sorts of merry adventurers, Guardians and other figures. Kaatl too could feel it, making the small fairy fidget as the village was filled with the sounds of showfights and emboldened trainees.

Nonetheless, little did the knight expect to come across a band-of-two of the most special sort. The first that would easily gain anyone's attention was the hulking form of a lady whose mere steps seemed to shake the earth, leaving deep footprints where the village's ill-maintained stone-streets gave way to earth. Her limbs featured wholesale rock-formations, betraying an earthen elemental nature that would most likely be able to crush even fully armored men-at-arms.

Had it been just for that, the knight would have marched on, leaving the elemental with her companion to their own designs, perhaps after giving them a friendly wave in acknowledgement of their assured might.

But it was the companion that gave Pryonn pause, the previous spring in his step coming to a sudden halt as his helmeted head affixed itself upon the diminutive frame of the leonine incruscan that walked beside the elemental with careful but confident step.

"Goodness, light and grace! It is She!" the knight uttered with volume of surprise, taking a step back in the manner of one that had been bedazzled by the sun, the fairy on his shoulder raising a confused eye-brow. Giving an exultant laugh, the knight rammed the banner into the ground beside him, before suddenly barrelling towards the incruscan while happily roaring "Sweetest Lady! Fairest far and wide!"

Few, naturally, would be found at fault for interpreting the knight's sudden charge as a hostile act. Even if he was doing it without a weapon in hand.

CombatReadyPenny Sybil

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Spessartite Phos​

The gemstones looked up from the Incrusian to the less-than-reputable alleyway, tilting their head slightly at the path. Sure, it looked a bit small, but honestly, the elemental had the same idea that getting jumped was unlikely for them both. With what sounded to be a deep breath they nodded, the sound being something left over from the days she still had flesh and bone rather than a necessity.

"Well, I hope we aren' too late to the party because that would just be awkward as shit, wouldn' it?" Spessartite, you yourself are awkward enough for the whole.

CombatReadyPenny

Pryonn & Kaatl

Striding about town, the duo of fairy and knight quickly combed through the various streets of Frontierville in search of quests to fulfill. All too quickly it was becoming apparent that a storm of sorts was brewing - the kind that attracted all sorts of merry adventurers, Guardians and other figures. Kaatl too could feel it, making the small fairy fidget as the village was filled with the sounds of showfights and emboldened trainees.

Nonetheless, little did the knight expect to come across a band-of-two of the most special sort. The first that would easily gain anyone's attention was the hulking form of a lady whose mere steps seemed to shake the earth, leaving deep footprints where the village's ill-maintained stone-streets gave way to earth. Her limbs featured wholesale rock-formations, betraying an earthen elemental nature that would most likely be able to crush even fully armored men-at-arms.

Had it been just for that, the knight would have marched on, leaving the elemental with her companion to their own designs, perhaps after giving them a friendly wave in acknowledgement of their assured might.

But it was the companion that gave Pryonn pause, the previous spring in his step coming to a sudden halt as his helmeted head affixed itself upon the diminutive frame of the leonine incruscan that walked beside the elemental with careful but confident step.

"Goodness, light and grace! It is She!" the knight uttered with volume of surprise, taking a step back in the manner of one that had been bedazzled by the sun, the fairy on his shoulder raising a confused eye-brow. Giving an exultant laugh, the knight rammed the banner into the ground beside him, before suddenly barrelling towards the incruscan while happily roaring "Sweetest Lady! Fairest far and wide!"

Few, naturally, would be found at fault for interpreting the knight's sudden charge as a hostile act. Even if he was doing it without a weapon in hand.

CombatReadyPenny Sybil

Before Terra had the chance to reply, she heard the rattle of armor coming ever closer. She looked towards the sound and saw a knight charging towards the Duo, a fairy seemingly clinging on for dear life to the shoulderplate. With quick reflexes, she had a longhorn hilt out, a flame crystal in the hatch, and the flaming blade out and ready to burn.

Although it seemed like a flame, the sword acted like, well, a sword.she had it faced outwards and seemed ready to impale the knight if he continued his charge. She was short, but Terra had various ways of taking down her Goliath's. "I would stop your charge now if you don't want to be cooked from the inside out." she yelled to him, getting into her fighting stance.

 

[Sybil]

Before Terra had the chance to reply, she heard the rattle of armor coming ever closer. She looked towards the sound and saw a knight charging towards the Duo, a fairy seemingly clinging on for dear life to the shoulderplate. With quick reflexes, she had a longhorn hilt out, a flame crystal in the hatch, and the flaming blade out and ready to burn.

Although it seemed like a flame, the sword acted like, well, a sword.she had it faced outwards and seemed ready to impale the knight if he continued his charge. She was short, but Terra had various ways of taking down her Goliath's. "I would stop your charge now if you don't want to be cooked from the inside out." she yelled to him, getting into her fighting stance.

Pryonn & Kaatl

Striding about town, the duo of fairy and knight quickly combed through the various streets of Frontierville in search of quests to fulfill. All too quickly it was becoming apparent that a storm of sorts was brewing - the kind that attracted all sorts of merry adventurers, Guardians and other figures. Kaatl too could feel it, making the small fairy fidget as the village was filled with the sounds of showfights and emboldened trainees.

Nonetheless, little did the knight expect to come across a band-of-two of the most special sort. The first that would easily gain anyone's attention was the hulking form of a lady whose mere steps seemed to shake the earth, leaving deep footprints where the village's ill-maintained stone-streets gave way to earth. Her limbs featured wholesale rock-formations, betraying an earthen elemental nature that would most likely be able to crush even fully armored men-at-arms.

Had it been just for that, the knight would have marched on, leaving the elemental with her companion to their own designs, perhaps after giving them a friendly wave in acknowledgement of their assured might.

But it was the companion that gave Pryonn pause, the previous spring in his step coming to a sudden halt as his helmeted head affixed itself upon the diminutive frame of the leonine incruscan that walked beside the elemental with careful but confident step.

"Goodness, light and grace! It is She!" the knight uttered with volume of surprise, taking a step back in the manner of one that had been bedazzled by the sun, the fairy on his shoulder raising a confused eye-brow. Giving an exultant laugh, the knight rammed the banner into the ground beside him, before suddenly barrelling towards the incruscan while happily roaring "Sweetest Lady! Fairest far and wide!"

Few, naturally, would be found at fault for interpreting the knight's sudden charge as a hostile act. Even if he was doing it without a weapon in hand.

Spessartite Phos​

The elemental had been so focused on the alley that they were only alerted by the stomping of the knight in question. They would turn around and see that it was not themselves that was the target, but the smaller companion who made a threat. Instinctually the rock being stepped between them and took a wide stance with intent to stop them dead in their tracks, even rooting their feet in the ground to make it very hard to move them.
"WOAH HOLD UP NOW!"

 

[Whisker]

Tharek Mortaghen


Tharek had never liked the outer villages. Sad, rundown hovels, they were, with not much in the way of entertainment or prosperity. Despite this, they somehow managed to always be crowded; strangers gathered together in a melting pot to share news and gossip, or tales of strange sightings and happenings across the empire. Priests from every religion would roam the streets, gathering potential flocks and converts. And there would always be small ones, urchins with quick, agile fingers looking for untended pockets … or perhaps worse.

Grimacing, the half-breed subconsciously wove an extra knot into his coinpurse before stowing it in the upper breast pocket of his gambeson. Out of sight. Out of reach. Exactly as he’d been reminded half a hundred times by the human who called himself his grandfather.

Or had, said a sly voice in his mind. The old one was dying the last time you saw him.

Driving the poisonous thought away, Tharek unearthed the point of his claymore from the ground and placed it up onto his shoulder. He started down the ravine, making for the distant stink of smoke and horses. He kept his pace slow and leisurely. Never once did he let his hand leave from the pommel of his sword. It was just a fleeting hunch, but he did not believe himself to be alone out there.

Of course, it just remained a hunch, until he reached the bottom of the hillside where the road intersected the outergates of the city. That’s when he saw the guards, and though it was hard to judge, he noted at once that they looked miserably unhappy.

At once, he recalled a spiel the old man had told him once after a night of hard drinking: “It’s in the nature of guards to be miserable bellyaches. Buncha glorified louts too fucking sorry to day of honest work. It’s too damn hot, it’s too damn cold. My bloody feet are killing me. Fuck, just listenin’ to all the bitching makes me sick.”

Smiling, Tharek continued forward towards the lot, but paused after a second when he heard a new sound. A soft sound, the kind that reminded him of the ones the mother’s used to make to get their newborns to shut their faces. Squinting, he scanned the area again, but this time caught sight of the man sitting in the tree, knife in hand. Near invisible to probably everyone else around, the human was right at height with him up in the branches. Deciding he looked like an alright sort (Well, comparatively to the guards), the half-giant trudged over and cleared his throat.

“Town? What’s this place supposed to be?”

Hardly eloquent, but then, when it came to conversation, Tharek was as brutally subtle as a meat cleaver.

SCSaya06

 

[billthesomething]

Aoibhín; "Eevie"

A paused step, a halt in her direction as she turned. Humans could be saved by humans, but this was getting out of control. She had no sympathy towards specific genders, as she equated none to herself, and thus whether she aided the cultist or the woman really meant no difference. However the situation with the preacher seemed to be worsening, and so, on heal, Eevie turned, glancing at the preachers as the cultist riled up. She could feel something tensely radiating off the man in robes - though it had no such effect on her, she glanced around to see the crowd become uneasy and begin to slowly back off.

'What the... Urk- this doesn't look good,' she thought, turning towards the scene. 'Not good. Religious folk aren't going to let him just go for "disgracing" the "glorious Light" or whatever they call it'. Mentally she shook her head, and allowed her hand to curl around her whip. The whip of a dullahan was a frightening thing - lengthily crafted by nature - a human's spinal chord, though hers had a unique touch: a blade made of an unidentified bone, sharpened into a crescent curve.

Walking over, Eevie didn't take her hand off of her sheathed weapon, but she did not let go of it either, making a rather obvious gesture that she would use it if she had to. The mysterious black mist poured from out of her helm, curling like live shadowed tendrils as she neared, paying careful mind to the conversation. She had completely forgotten about the woman and her babe, and was now stepping closer, inch by inch as she scribbled something upon a small note of parchment.

'Foul tith waster? What the--?' She didn't have time to find the line amusing, as the fanatic launched himself towards the cultist.

Eevie grabbed her whip, yanking it free and arched her arm back before thrusting it forwards. The bones cracked loudly through the air, resounding against the evening. She had aimed away from the preacher, but at its sound the peacekeepers leaped back with a start, unexpecting the sound that pierced their eardrums so abruptly. They gave her the space she needed to lurch forward and grab the shoulder of the preacher. Her touch, through her gauntlets, was as cold as death, though she didn't stop at just a grab. From shoulder to arm, she pulled the preacher forcefully away from the cultist and seized his arm, restraining his arm behind his back and turning him away. Letting go, she gave the religious nut a shove in the opposite direction.

The peacekeepers were not happy about this treatment, though they found themselves hesitating at both the aura of the cultist, and the smokey-helmed dame that stood before them. Eevie grabbed one of them by the arm, the other panicking and drawing his sword, before she pressed a note into his hand. 'Back off. He's with me', it read. She let go of the peacekeeper and backed off in the cultists direction. She pulled out a golden seal from her satchel - it was roughly hand-sized with a carving of a rose petal in its centre.

Eevie placed herself in between herself and the cultist, whip still in hand as she slipped the seal back into the safe confines of her bag. Her posture read that she would fight if she had to, but with any luck, they would all back off.

billthesomething

Miska Dunwich

Miska was in awe of the knight before him, never in his life would he have thought he'd be saved by a literal knight in shining armor, Life certainly has its ways of surprising everyone. But he shook himself out of his stupor and returned his focus towards the situation at hand,

he grabbed the knight by the shoulder and shook his head to indicate, he had no desire for her to get involved in this dumb conflict of his "Ser Knight, perhaps we should make our leave?" Not knowing the name of the kind woman (He noticed that the armor's proportion, were far too feminine to be comfortable on a man) he had to make due referring her to as Ser Knight until they could get properly introduced.

He let out a sigh, he had hoped that FrontierVille would be different from the other settlements he had visited, but outside of the friendlier locals, it was pretty much the exact same for him, this was one of those times were he hated his grandfather & father, but as he turned his back in preparation to leave when he noticed one of the peacekeepers preparing to charge the knight, "G'a B'e-rang!" He shouted in eldritch tongue to call upon a tentacle to grab the man's ankle.

And so with a loud exclamation of fuck, the peacekeeper fell and slammed face first into the cobblestone, Miska couldn't help but wince at the sound of the man's nose breaking

 

[Aryasaurus]

Aoibhín; "Eevie"

Turning at the touch of the cultist as he rested his hand upon her shoulders, she looked at him, face obscured by the thick black smoke that swirled inside her helm like an abyssal portal to the afterlife. She watched the cultist as he shook his head and relayed his opinion. Her thoughts sighed as she listened to him. 'Well perhaps he shouldn't be causing drama with the locals...' she thought tiredly.

Eevie inclined her head, an indication that she agreed, and would allow him to take the lead. She was about to put her whip away when the cultist shouted in an odd tongue. The language sounded old... very old, but she had no time to dwell upon the sound as clanking footsteps shifted her focus. She whirled around, clenching her fist to prepare a swing, however the peacekeeper yelp and was pulled off balance by a thin appendage the Dullahan caught at a glimpse. The soldier forcefully kissed the cobbled street with a painful wet crunch. His nose had shattered upon impact, and there would be no doubt that his friends wouldn't particularly like what had happened.

Eevie's shoulders tensed like a spooked cat that had been squirted with a bottle of water. Whatever was about to happen really needed to be avoided, and so grabbing the cultist by his arm, she pointed towards the town square by the plaza, and began to swiftly run towards it. 'They should be here somewhere, right? But what am I doing hauling this cultist with me?' she questioned herself mentally. 'I don't know who - or what he is. This could be bad news for me. I can't afford the risk.'

Mentally, she groaned. 'What on earth am I even doing...?' she thought. She felt like an idiot for not thinking this stuff through properly, but there was nothing she could do now. She didn't need to physically turn her body to see the cultist she pulled along, nor did she need to in order to see that they had somehow managed to persuade the peacekeepers to leave them in, well, peace. Eevie's shoulders slumped as if she had exhaled a sigh of relief, and she let the cultists arm go, slowly her pace to a walk, but keeping in the direction she assumed she had to be it.

billthesomething

 

[Unwavering Knight]

Pryonn & Kaatl

The leonine incruscan's drawn weapon did not deter the knight - her words however did. The moment she commanded, the knight halted in his tracks, almost throwing off the fairy that till now had desperately clung to his shoulder. For a moment Pryonn intently studied the incruscan's immaculate features, just about to throw himself upon his knees, before the elemental suddenly shoved herself between them, casting a hard voice and suspicious glare upon the knight. Kaatl on his shoulder took the opportunity to right herself again, rapid flapping of wings bringing her back to a more graceful seating-position as she gave the knight a sideward-glance of annoyance and worry.

"Ahhh, I apologize, good madam!" Pryonn spoke to the towering protectress, the grin beneath his helmet almost audible "I could barely contain myself! For you see, perhaps it is finally that I found She, the One And Only amongst all the powers that be!"

Kaatl gave the lumbering frame barring their way a look of apology, intermixed with bemusement.

Slowly the knight made to walk around the elemental, a renewed spring in his step as slowly the incruscan crept into his sight anew, his heart giving a leap with every pace. "Goodness bright and sovereign!" He uttered, just barely keeping himself from falling to his knees "Fairest of them all! I dare not gaze fully upon your countenance, lest I be blinded by beauty! I have dreamed you too long, never seen you or touched you, but known you with all my heart!"

Incapable of resisting any longer, the knight sank to his knees, bowing his head before the leonine incruscan, apparently uncaring for the blade that remained pointed at him "When I see you, I see heaven! Sovereign of my tenderness! Would you be my Lady-Love, my Maiden-Heart? Please tell me your name, finest Lady, that I might quest for your glory!"

The fairy on his shoulder observed the proceedings with amusement, though she kept herself ready just in case Pryonn required consolement for rejection.

CombatReadyPenny Sybil

 

[LuciTheGreat]

Anna Eadburg

The bright sky gradually turned into dim gray and the illumination of the sun got languidly lusterless. Divergent birds were gently flying in the clear sky and their dulcet dawn chorus was easily audible, echoing through the surrounding mountains.

Brilliant gold and orange hues bled like fire in the east over the rivers and beyond the city. As the last slither of the sun peeked over the skyline in a radiant, white form. Gradually it lowered behind the hill, a defined circle in a vibrant backdrop. The rivers were liquid gold and silver, leaving Frontierville dull in comparison.
For most of the morning , Anna and her companions have been taking shelter under a large rocky overhang while analyzing the surrounding woodland.

As the last few drops of sunlight were pattering overhead , she looked up at the clouds :gray and unchanging, as if chocking the last rays of light- before lowering her gaze to the village nearby. "I really don’t like this…" she muttered under her breath and glanced at the heavily armored man, who was standing beside her.
The Inquirer looked miserable as he pulled a hand over his head, wiping the sweat from his face: “This is dirty work, sister….” He said in a cheerless voice, both commanding and somber. “But it is our divine duty to obey…and our orders are very clear…” he raised his left hand towards her, holding an opened letter, as if urging her to read it. Unimaginable hate could be read on the white-haired woman’s face as she glared at the letter, now fully illuminated by the light of the down:

“And all the World will bathe in Light,
For it is not who is left, but who is right,
When the Kingdom bell is at thirteen,
Then all the chorus would have been.
-Adavanteus 17:2”

With a last look of disappointment towards the letter, Anna shouted "Begin the preparations, we're moving!”
It was not long before the company of weary travelers entered the village. They all looked tired, if not straight up miserable. One would think no one would bat an eye at such a sight, after all, there was nothing unusual about them, save from the fact that they were all wearing combat armor. But even that is normal in these parts of the world. No, what was leaving everyone mesmerized was the huge cross Anna was carrying on her back: covered in cloth and 3 times larger than it’s wearer, the construct was making a blood-chilling noise as it was being dragged on the ground, leaving a large trail behind it.

With an emotionless nod, Anna departed from her 5 companions, continuing her way to the central plaza. Her silvery eyes were fixated on the dirty road, ignorant of the scarred crowd around her and completely oblivious to why she was getting such reactions. She stopped when she reached the plaza, slamming the giant cross straight into the ground. She gave a few cold looks at the people around the plaza, before loudly declaring: “Where be the group assembled in the name of the Holy Empire in this town?”

 

[-robert-]

Leafa

Curious, Leafa grabbed the small and round brown dry fruit, she'd never seen one before, or maybe she did, she forgot. "What's this? I've never seen one before... Huh, it's hard, is this food? I'm reaaaally hungry right now, hey what's that thing?", she pointed at the bandage and made the most confused face, "Is this for the hurts? My leg hurts, and my face too, my foot as well, my hand, my arm... oh and my elbow! But I don't need that thing, hurts pass with time, at least that's what mommy used to say.". She was about to answer the last question made by the elf, but before she could a small ladybug flew by, in direction of the center of Frontierville. "Ladybug, ladybug! I want to see it! Take me there... uh... what was your name again?", Leafa tried to find a trait that defined the elf in front of her, she then focused on his yellow hair, as it was a hair color she had never seen before, or forgot about seeing. "Yellow hair! Take me to the ladybug! Uhm, oh right! Please!", she pointed at the ladybug heading to the center of the village.

AlphaKyle

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Terra looked so confused at this point. She put her sword down, the flame extinguishing. "I... Uh... " she said as she looked around, seeing no one else. She looked back to the knight, who was on his knees so he was eye level with her.

She took a metal crystal out of her belt, crushed it in her hand so it became metal, and slapped the knight. "Really... You thought that would work on a girl from the thieves guild?" she said with a small laugh, although she found it really flattering and sort of blushed but hid it well. She would have to remember this. She then saw the banner and groaned. "Please do not tell me you are Pryonn." she said. THIS was the Guardian she was supposed to work with... She was going to go insane if this was Pryonn.

Unwavering Knight Sybil

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthfall Season - Sunset
Sashi
Frontierville​

"Misaligned? Ehh?"

The druid raised her light brow and reviewed her shoulders, throwing her hands fro and forth in the air as she danced around like a lady trying on her new gowns for the first time. At first glance, she had thought to herself as if she was a silly forest dweller who has yet to find the fault in her apparels. As moments pass and she struck her gaze at the armored colossus, a comprehensive look unearthed on her face, having considered what he did with the inn's sign earlier. She wove her wrist as words left her lips with a relieved sigh.

"Ehehehehe, I appreciate your concern, Sir Gaheris. But my robe is fine and dandy. There are some things that can't be, or needn't be fixed."

A silent moment befell the two, as the twilight streets were illuminated by luminescence of blue and orange glow. A moment of awe struck the druid, as the placid sight was heartfelt and endearing to her. Tugging at the giant's fingers, she pointed towards the commotion down the street, where a multitude of distinct figures led their own work.

"Name's Sashi by the way. I am a guardian of the last Femosis Altar, or something along that line. Come on, lets see what other things you can fix down the road."

CrowOuttaHell

 

[Trappy]

Maria
As the humiliated soldiers hastily retreated into the dispersing crowd, Maria raised her hand to catch that sword that was flying back to her, like catching an autumn leaf in the breeze. Maria turned back from the crowd to her sparring partner, after she had rested the blade in its scabbard. The man who had impressed her not once, but twice in the day. She deemed the way Jericho managed with those soldiers efficient, a simple display for power should be enough for the likes of them. She figured they might even wet their beds this night, thinking of what had happened. Those scums better remember his message until the end of their days, though Maria would've done more to ensure just that. Cut off a few hands, maybe. So they won't be able to poke around any innocent maidens - she thought.

Jericho then moved over to greet and check on the lady, to which she replied:

“I’m fine... Though I’d really prefer to start my visit here on a more positive note. May the world be to you, as you are to your guests." She said, before turning to the direction in which the soldiers retreated to, and spat on the ground in disgust. “Bunch of vrorrken.”

As she came closer and took a good look at the maiden they had rescued, Maria couldn't help it but noticing that the lady's beauty looked . . . unreal, or artificial. She was familiar with what spell female casters tend to employ when summoned to important meetings or places, like into her father's estates as advisors. Why the spell was used here however, was beyond her. Perhaps people just wanted to look good while travelling.

“Vyoyken!” The child in the bag she was carrying suddenly spoke up joyfully, as the lady quickly attempts to hush him. Of course, the cub proved to be just as obedient as a child his age could possibly be - not at all. A cub, indeed. Upon close inspection, the child appears to have features of a young lion, an Incruscan. Maria had known too well of these creatures, as conscripts in the legions she commanded, servants in her estate and rebels whom she fought.

But what was a human female doing with an Incruscan child? Perhaps she found it somewhere, and was going to sell it. But no, her attitude with the cub proved otherwise. They appeared to be close. Perhaps she wasn't human, that would explain the cosmetic spell, but Maria wasn't going to hold any assumption, and her questions were going to be answered, as the lady continued.

“My name is Margot Lagarde, this is my son, Leonard, and it seems like we are both in your debt, Guardians.”

"Your son?" The question escaped her mouth. Before she could inquire the lady named Margot any further, she noticed a figure making its way towards them from the busy crowd. Gigantic, white wings of the Seraphs, giving off a surreal beauty. One might admire these work of divine arts for hours, but Maria had no time for that. The armoured figure approached, before stopping at a distance before the group, speaking up from under its helm, addressing her.

"General Maria, correct? It's a pleasure to meet you prin...cess..."

Maria's shoulders slightly rise up at the title she had gained by her roots, but quickly eased herself and answered the figure.

"That is me. Just . . . Maria. It'd some time since I led the legions." - She said, purposely leaving the the title associated with her birth out of the sentence. A Seraph, huh? She thought. The Council really has drawn the attention of all sorts of people with this quest of theirs.

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The sun was going down. It emitted a weak radiance from behind the mountain ranges and tall tree-lines, as Darkness crept across the land, across the snowy steppes and up to the red roofs of Frontierville. Denizens of the busy settlement were starting to head back to their warm cottages; Merchants packing their goods back to the trade route; Soldiers changing watch, when suddenly, something could be felt throughout the town.

"Shh. Hear that . . .?" Maria interrupted the others. The ground was slightly shaking. Rumbling. Sounds like . . . A thousand feet stomping. As Maria was going to make sense of what was happening, a eerie howl could be heard from the dark forest. The howl sent chills down the spines of all those who heard it, but it also warned them of what was coming.

A bearded sergeant bursted out from a nearby watch-post, furiously ringing the alarm bell as he yelled from the top of his lungs with a croaky voice.

"BEASTS! BEASTS! GUARDS, TO YOUR STATIONS!"

QizPizza Vyseryx Kabboom

 

[Kabboom]

Jericho
"It is no big deal, m'lady. It's our duty, after all." Jericho boasted to the lady, his ego taking the better of him. His eyes have darted across the woman's face, the way it was devoid of any blemishes, any spots, any imperfections whatsoever, a clear evidence of magical makeup, along with her... special child, with a light coat of yellowish fur, and a pair of cat-like ears.

He was about to flaunt even more about his strength and pride, if it weren't for the unfortunate turn of events. First, the sun went down, the line of orange light escaping the tallest of buildings in Frontierville, eclipsing all beneath in an early night's darkness. Then, actual Darkness showed up, heralded by the symphony of hoofsteps and other eldritch horrors emitting their death screams. Lastly, the Sergeant warning of the threat, being nearer than thought, sending the civilians in the plaza running for their lives. Children being scooped up by their parents, merchants abandoning their wares, to preserve their lives. Rightly so, as a loud thud was created, seemingly by something smashing against the wall outside. Something big.

"Quick! Get to safety!" Jericho yelled to everyone rather redundantly, as he sprinted post-haste back to the town hall, where he left his proper equipment. Conveniently, a Captain virtually kicked open the hall's doors, barking orders right off the bat, as his Lieutenants mounted their horses with a swift mix of training and fear, and dashing off, warning all of the civilians, and rounding up all those who can fight. Cadres of Imperial guardsmen mount the walls, armed with swords and spears, while the artillerymen begin to fire off the first of their Lightshell salvos.

Hastily, Jericho removed his sparring suit, and begun putting on his proper armor. The process usually takes 15 minutes for the average human, but he was no normal human being. With proper training paired with the best teacher of all, experience, plus his Guardian power, giving him, and ergo, everyone else in the town hall, a calmness of the mind that is the polar opposite of the situation outside the town hall. And thus, the process was over in a flat 2 minutes.

But as he was putting on his helm and finalizing the buckles holding his shin guards tight, a large being busted through the walls, the sounds rocking through the entire village, and finally, the being crashed itself into the town hall, in the section Audaton was standing in, collapsing the wall in front of him, forcing him to do a half-assed somersault backwards, grabbing his weapons in the nick of time. As he recovered, he had a clear view of the situation at hand.

The creature was a Hammergrazer, one of the natural herbivores of the forest. These hulking creatures, resembling oversized cows, growing 5 meters tall on average, and 20 meters long, with four stout legs forming its main means of movement, with its most striking feature being the 3-meter wide sideways growths that act as its head, like a hammerhead shark. Sporting 5 eyes, and a mouth underneath, it is said that within the hammerhead contains the Hammergrazer's spirit, aiding it in finding food.

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And it was not alone, evidenced by the 9 other Hammergrazers panicking and stampeding through the plaza, being the culprits who broke through the wall, allowing a flood of Darkborne to come through. The defense line was in total disarray. In the direction of the forest, a sea of gleaming red eyes were headed into Frontierville, intent on killing and destroying all in their path. The myriad of singular houses outside the main settlement were being stormed as well, with a retinue of Runners and Darkwolves darting towards a particular tree, where a Giant wielding a very large sword could be found standing. But for Jericho, his fight is here; in the plaza. Grabbing his weapons firm, he assessed the threat.

About thirty normal Runners and Darkwolves were flooding into the hole in the wall, some already being trampled underneath the mighty hooves of the Hammergrazers' panicked death dances, while others were seeking civilians to terminate. With a firm grip on his Magisteel Halberd, Jericho stood up, yelling aloud, catching the attention of a dozen creatures, who have seemed to find a far more tempting target, teeming with Light energy. With soldiers at his side, Jericho let off a chilling war cry that rivaled the howls of the Darkborne, and so they clashed, charging head-first into the gap, aiming to seal it off.

Trappy Aryasaurus billthesomething CombatReadyPenny Unwavering Knight Soviet Panda Whisker -robert- Thorn_Reaper hostage Pilgrim59 Wasted Ink Vyseryx QizPizza SCSaya06 Sybil CrowOuttaHell LuciTheGreat Avatar Arvis

 

[Soviet Panda]

Finally, something Buras could actually do in this backwater place. Ever since he had left the Frozen North, he had been forced to sit idly by, doing nothing. What was he to do, even? It was often far to hot during the days, and when the slight respite of night came around, there was nothing to do. And even if there was something to do, it was nothing a warrior like himself should concern himself with. So there he sat, slowly going insane from the lack of things to do. But with this breach, there was finally something.

It did not take long for Buras to prepare for the fight, he did not wear armor aside from his clawed gloves and his axes were always close at hand. And when the massive cows knocked down the gate to reveal the horde of Darkborn that lurked outside, the Inuin couldn't help but give a small smile. As a warcry was given, Buras gave one of his own, a shrieking howl, as he joined the fray.

Watching Buras was like watching someone dance. He gracefully flowed into the enemy, a strong contrast to the large, ruthless creature he usually was, though the gore he made certainly made up for it. It was beautiful, but something was missing. It was all well and good, but like most dances, it required a partner to reach it's full potential. And Buras, being the only Inuin and/or trained in how they fought, did not have a partner. But he made do, using his allies as impromptu partners as the need arose. Flipping over one's back to bury his axe into the head of a Runner one instance, then grabbing another so they'd turn and impale the darkwolf behind him as he lopped the head off another. It couldn't make up for everything, but it made up for enough.

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

Gaheris Agramar

"Oh look, there he is."
The two guardsmen, Karl and Lyle finally found their charge- though, they stopped. The 9 foot giant was being dragged about by a girl far smaller than him, gripping at the dead fingers of his left hand. Gaheris himself let himself be tugged along, his greatsword held in his good hand.

"Man, at least the guy's got a lady to hang onto." Lyle groaned, shaking his head. "And we're stuck here. Do you think our job's done, Karl?"
"I mean, looks like he's met someone from the group he's supposed to be heading with." Karl shrugged. "And don't you have a wife?"
"Times are hard..." Lyle trailed off as the earth shook under him. "What the hell--?"

Then, a howl- and practically an entire swarm of Darkborne flooded into the village. It alerted Gaheris- who looked about him, and found the creatures of the Dark charging towards him. He had prepared to dodge, but...
...he remembered there was still someone with him. Instead, he raised his blade as a Darkwolf came running up to him. Giants were known for being attuned to the Light...though Gaheris couldn't care less about the energies of the world right now. Instead, he brought his blade up- and just as the beast's jaws came close, he slammed the pommel of his blade down, onto its head. The impact was enough to send it crashing to the ground and dissipating into shadows.
Satisfied, he turned his head to face the druid he had been talking to, and managed to spot a sword at her side. Surely she could fend for herself as well? Marguerite always told him that one should not carry a weapon if they did not know how to use it.
"Must...fight--" His words cut off as he shook his head. "No...must...protect."
He paused for a moment. "Will...return." With those fragmented words, he turned tail and launched himself into the air, belaying his size.

Just as the two guardsmen who had escorted him were nearly overrun by a pack of ferocious Darkwolves, a roaring from above managed to catch their attention briefly.
"MOVE--!!!!"
Both Karl and Lyle scrambled out of the way as Gaheris came crashing down, his blade crushing one of the creatures. The giant lifted his blade again and spun on his heel, managing to knock away some of the wolves that lunged at him. He hoisted the blade over his shoulder, assessing the situation.
It was him, two guardsmen armed with spears against a ferocious pack of wolves. He could already feel the intense burning in his left arm- the burning that alerted him to his own ability- but it wasn't enough, no. The pain in his arm wasn't enough. He needed to hear.

He managed to stab his blade in the ground, keeping his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt. His index finger stretched- as if pointing at his enemies. Slave as he was, a warrior must have his own pride to properly fight- and Gaheris was going to make sure that this battle wasn't going to put him down.
"You..." He growled. "...already...dead."

The beasts howled, and charged. Gaheris met the charge with his blade, his ferocity matching up easily to the monsters that threatened to tear him apart. But their teeth met metal plates, and some had the misfortune of meeting the sharp edge of his blade.

Soon enough, the howls of a Giant joined in with the voices of both the warriors and the Darkborne.

 

[hostage]

Esta
Esta sat surveying the grounds, her eyes dark. A faint trickle of laughter came from her right, where some civilians sat in a group. As the sunlight waned, Esta began to nod off. Then everything exploded.

Yanked from her peaceful rest, Esta jumped to her feet as forces of Darkness began streaming through the breach in the wall. She stood by her tree, hands shaking as she surveyed the chaos inflicted upon the town. A knight sprinted by her, heading for the breach. Esta slipped two long blades from her sleeves, wielding them with deadly grace. She unclipped her cloak, letting it fall to the ground before charging into battle.

A Hammergrazer sprinted by, and Esta shoved out a blade, slicing through its right forefoot. The beast stumbled to a stop, unleashing an otherworldly howl. It turned its massive bulk to face Esta, but she was already gone, slicing and hacking at Runners. After dispaching a group of Runners, Esta pulled out of the battle for a moment. She gathered her strength, then drew light to herself from the sputtering torches around the town. She sent beams of piercing light all over Frontierville, a desperate call for help.

A couple of Darkwolves leapt at Esta, and she directed two narrow beams straight into their eyes, causing them to veer off, yelping. Gasping out a breath, she released the light, sending it flooding over the clashing forces. Esta cloaked herself in shadows, going almost invisible under the untrained eye. She once more entered the fray, her bluish knives sending Darkborne blood flying. After what seemed like years of fighting, Esta stumbled to a stop in front of a bigger Runner. Whipping around, she found herself surrounded on all sides.
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[Thorn_Reaper]

Gon'gon was in the fray of the battle, he saw as one of his fire elementals burned a dark wolf alive, a runner charged towards him very fast, he got into defensive stance, and when the runner was in range, he stabbed him in the head with his spear, a splattering noise, and then the wolf fell in the floor, lifeless, the newly formed corpse was quickly smashed when one of his elementals stomped it with his feet.

He saw around him, his 2 ice elementals and darkborns in thrashing melee, a fire elemental hurling fire balls to a group of runners feasting in the corpse of a man, many people running for their life, and many others fighting the monsters.

He saw an snake incruscan surrounded by dozens of dark wolves and runners, he began throwing fire balls at the beasts, burning them as they shifted their attention towards him, and charged. He summoned 1 ice elemental to aid him and charged towards them.

hostage

 

[Sybil]

Spessartite Phos​

The stone giant looked at both the incrusan and the knight, confused by their weird interactions. Were they friends or were they new aquintences? Was there nuisances that she was not picking up? It was all unclear for them as they just moved out from between them and let them talk only to hear the screams and call to arms.

“What the hell....” They immediately began to run into the Main Street through the alleyway they had planned to go through only to witness a middle aged woman running by in a panic and stumbling before she fell in front of the alley and others ran past her. She seemed stricken with horror so of course Spessartite went to help her, only to witness a hound of Darkborne origins to pounce on her out of the street and bite onto her arm the defenseless woman brought up to defend herself with.

With the creatures jaws bit into the woman’s bone and thrashing like a starved beast and so focused it didn’t notice Spessartite until it was too late for the quadruped. The stone hands gripped the savage jaws, slowly and forcibly opening them off the woman’s arms, the creature’s lifted off their front legs and then their hind legs as they thrashed in the air as the elementals grip held tight enough to press into their flesh. Slowly, Spess widened the gap, tearing their blackened cheeks and their muscles straining which was followed by a horrid snapping as the jaw went limp and hanging with a loud and pitiful howl.

“Awww what’s the matter? Does it hurt? Huh?!” The elemental shoved their entire forearm down the beast’s throat, punching the canine’s teeth in, the creature now thrashing as it began to choke. Suddenly then, much to the scare of the injured woman trying to stand up, the creature’s head and chest bursted with spikes tipped with numerous different colored gems.

With the abomination’s head and chest skewered by numerous stone and gemstone spikes, they finally passed, the elemental wrenching their spikes arm out of the beast and turning it back into a normal humanoid arm as she marched into the street with a fire in their gemstone eyes as they locked on to the next wolf bounding across the street. As it tried to pounce on another running Civilain, a spike erupted from the stone street, splattering the walls with blackened material.
“WHO IS NEXT?!” The earthly woman had a somewhat wide and unnerving grin.

 

[Pilgrim59]

Hearthfall Season - Nightfall
Sashi
Center Plaza, Frontierville
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VREEEEWWW ... POMF!

The druid's rendezvous was interrupted by the creeping darkness and sporadic magic exploding in the background. Sashi's worse caution caught up with her, as she gaze upon the bright colorful night, of which her magical detector flares had gone off in all its place. The magical flare would linger in the sky, shining the surrounding area of the village briefly before fading into the night. Sashi soon lost visual on her new giant companion after his temporary farewells. Before she could dwell in her thoughts, sparks of metal clashing and magic being cast threw her in the thick of combat.

KRAK! KRAK! WOOSSSHHH!

A few of her mutters quickly burnt through the lesser Darkwolves and Runners that had broken through. Drawing her rune sword, Sashi began to dance with the beasts of darkness, her sword lunge fro and forth like a leaf falling from a tree, to conceal her main blow. As the shadowy figures bypass her feint lunge, a mutter of words, accompanied by her open palm, promptly blasted the creatures with a shining light. As a sword-mage, Sashi embraces the advantage of close quarter engagements and distant skirmishes. A few other Runners were quickly cut down or fell victim to the druid's blinding burst of danger-close spells. As she quickly fend off and kept the stragglers at bay, the druid vaulted her way up the nearest cobblestone wall and sprinted towards higher ground near the missionary. There, Sashi drew her rune dagger and planted it firmly into the weathered roof, and a bright flash-wave emitted throughout the village and its surrounding outskirts, like an ocean wave, casting aside the still waters of the shores.

"Femosis, our Deviser of Judgment and Balance,
let your shadows break the Dominator's malice!
As the sun dims, and the prayers are laid,
unleash the curse of the Nightshades!"

The druid would descend to the ground, and fought her way across the opposite side of the breach, in order to keep the rear clear for rallying. While Sashi's Pillars of Nightshades ability covered the land, what momentum the Darkborne had for a surprise attack was quickly thwarted, as their speed took fall and their combat prowess declined. As a druid, her natural ability to tap into nature's energies gave a her a great advantage to recover lost mana, especially when the surrounding land are full of faunas and foliage. With martial magic at her side, and a bountiful satchel of homemade elixirs, the druid of the forest was ready for an all-out battle. Thoughts quickly flew by her mind, as she carry herself down the main wide half-cobbled road, escorting those who were without weapons back home, while assisting the nearby Imperial infantries in the rear.

"Keep away from the windows and keep yourself behind cover until it is over!"

"Druid! Are we heading to the front?" questioned an Imperial sergeant, whose uncertainties were written clearly in his eyes, along with his idle men.

"The whole village is the front, Imperial. Quickly! I need your assistance, sergeant. Get your men to clear the main plaza, in case we need to form up. I will get the triage center up and running for the wounded to rally here."

"That.. sounds sensible, druid. My men shall assist you while we wait for further orders from the front. YOU'VE HEARD THE LADY! CLEAR THE ROAD! MOVE MOVE MOVE!"


"Hmm... I wonder if Master Gaheris is safe. Ah well, he's a steel wall, nothing's getting past him." Sashi thought to herself, as her hands navigated her satchel - which was full of grounded herbs and curative concoctions. There, in the center plaza of the village, Sashi would remain along with the Imperial soldiers to relieve and treat the rallying wounded.

 

[AlphaKyle]

"Its called a nut, eat." He chuckled as she inspected the snack. When she pointed to the bandages, he replied easily
"They are for an open wound, bleeding and sore. Now wher-" He started to ask but she continued by stating where it hurt. He lead the bandages on to where she stated it hurt; from her legs, to her head, to her arms, hands and finally at her elbows. Defeated he didn't quite understand what to make of these complaints, until she explained the teachings of her mother. Humbly he put the Bandages back in his pack recalling only briefly his mothers presence. Her smile and soft skin, the many lessons she taught him both physical and spiritual. Snapping back to reality as the girl pointed towards the center of the town where most of the commotions ceased, he noticed something past the outer wall almost all to personally. He turned Leafa and tried his best to be calm and reassuring
"Lets go see the ladybug!" but as they started he heard the crash of the wall and the howls of the fell creatures. He spun to Leafa doing his best to make his message clear
"Please stay close to me, we are going to the big building in the center with the ladybug.." grabbing her by the shoulders for reassurance "Stay close."
Landing at the base of the tree he waited for Leafa to follow and cleared the immediate area of any creatures. Seeing she dropped safely and was ready to go, he said again, "Please stay close." and made a B-line for the village hall. Deftly impaling hellhounds with his spear and swiftly shifting his weapon from one form to the next ending any darkborne attempts to hinder his advance.
-robert-