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glowfic2016-01-24 09:00 pm
roboticlin) wrote in glowfic2016-01-24 09:00 pm
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Start of a New Adventure
Snap. Cross another thing off my companions can't do.
"Whoops. In we go!" and in that half-cat runs. Sure, i know i can't be silent in heavier armor, but that quickly she gives up?
"Shouldn't we follow her in?" the third member, a half-fox, states while he already is running to catch up.
Halta sighs, for the fifth time about her companions today. Being part of the three that managed to brave the southern wild lands, scour the beasts that lay in the forests, and defeat the entrenched bandits was proof of her and their combat skill. Leading and supplying enough men down here to construct and maintain a town for a year where nobody could remain a season was all in part to distracting the other two long enough. A 'Queen' title out of independence means little so far when you control a sole frontier town and the other two important members can't do anything but fight harder than everything else.
A quick self check. Her sword is instinctively drawn, shield at the ready. Holy symbol grasped for a quick prayer around her neck, then put back under her armor with decals of her Holy Order. Copper hair still tied back, silly 'crown' let at the fort.
The issue at hand shouldn't be very difficult, but it became complicated. A small cult may be in the warehouse they've ran towards, a group of spurned women doing petty revenge. The problem lies that after a fiasco earlier, Milah the half-cat 'spymaster' made herself look more imcompetent by acusing various people, and Vox the half-fox 'Minister' has been doing his job from the bar as of late. Hopefully everybody is still alive when i get down there.
Halta starts running. The main door broken open, a trapdoor left ajar, and through a small tunnel dug through the rock. She catches up to them, right as they run into the room, a hidden shrine to a dark goddess. A second too late, as the only one of the three with magic, they wouldn't notice the trap laid out.
A sermon that contains a spell. Cultists hiding in secret as the open listeners are illusionary.
Halta had barely enough time to cross the room to take the majority of the hit. Hasty spells couldn't protect them, it had to work this way.
Let them fight, i can heal myself. Heres hoping this time they listened stick together instead of-- a bad situation. Milah chose to drive forward at the leader, Vox choosing to back up and attack the cultists.
A quick step up, a strike towards the three that jumped at her, striking the first across the chest. The second swing a miss, the cultist may be empowered, but something is wrong. Feint from the third, strike from the first barely blocked. They can't be trained, pushing too far so i can't get back up, but this sluggishness!
The three quickly step back, as from the altar rockets another blast. The second was enough. Head spinning, body feeling detached, a scream for a moment's talk increases the ringing in her head as the room gets surveyed. Halta on her backed, their leader stands atop the altar at swordpoint of Milah, with a cultist holding a knife to Halta. Vox, nearer the door, seems to have beaten his attackers but stands wounded. Halta's Holy Symbol, the tool needed to cast spells, kicked into the corner, that leaves her defenseless right now.
"I've gotten your leader! Release our prophet or she dies!" How did this happen? How are they able to use this much magic in secret?!
A shrill cry pierces the haze. Milah called the bluff. The Cult Leader's head flies upward and Vox dives towards Halta, but arrives too late. The knife plunges down.
Pain? Calm. Sorrow? Regret. Anger? Nowhere.
Where was the light? Or is there even one? To my god?
. . . A breeze? What?
"Whoops. In we go!" and in that half-cat runs. Sure, i know i can't be silent in heavier armor, but that quickly she gives up?
"Shouldn't we follow her in?" the third member, a half-fox, states while he already is running to catch up.
Halta sighs, for the fifth time about her companions today. Being part of the three that managed to brave the southern wild lands, scour the beasts that lay in the forests, and defeat the entrenched bandits was proof of her and their combat skill. Leading and supplying enough men down here to construct and maintain a town for a year where nobody could remain a season was all in part to distracting the other two long enough. A 'Queen' title out of independence means little so far when you control a sole frontier town and the other two important members can't do anything but fight harder than everything else.
A quick self check. Her sword is instinctively drawn, shield at the ready. Holy symbol grasped for a quick prayer around her neck, then put back under her armor with decals of her Holy Order. Copper hair still tied back, silly 'crown' let at the fort.
The issue at hand shouldn't be very difficult, but it became complicated. A small cult may be in the warehouse they've ran towards, a group of spurned women doing petty revenge. The problem lies that after a fiasco earlier, Milah the half-cat 'spymaster' made herself look more imcompetent by acusing various people, and Vox the half-fox 'Minister' has been doing his job from the bar as of late. Hopefully everybody is still alive when i get down there.
Halta starts running. The main door broken open, a trapdoor left ajar, and through a small tunnel dug through the rock. She catches up to them, right as they run into the room, a hidden shrine to a dark goddess. A second too late, as the only one of the three with magic, they wouldn't notice the trap laid out.
A sermon that contains a spell. Cultists hiding in secret as the open listeners are illusionary.
Halta had barely enough time to cross the room to take the majority of the hit. Hasty spells couldn't protect them, it had to work this way.
Let them fight, i can heal myself. Heres hoping this time they listened stick together instead of-- a bad situation. Milah chose to drive forward at the leader, Vox choosing to back up and attack the cultists.
A quick step up, a strike towards the three that jumped at her, striking the first across the chest. The second swing a miss, the cultist may be empowered, but something is wrong. Feint from the third, strike from the first barely blocked. They can't be trained, pushing too far so i can't get back up, but this sluggishness!
The three quickly step back, as from the altar rockets another blast. The second was enough. Head spinning, body feeling detached, a scream for a moment's talk increases the ringing in her head as the room gets surveyed. Halta on her backed, their leader stands atop the altar at swordpoint of Milah, with a cultist holding a knife to Halta. Vox, nearer the door, seems to have beaten his attackers but stands wounded. Halta's Holy Symbol, the tool needed to cast spells, kicked into the corner, that leaves her defenseless right now.
"I've gotten your leader! Release our prophet or she dies!" How did this happen? How are they able to use this much magic in secret?!
A shrill cry pierces the haze. Milah called the bluff. The Cult Leader's head flies upward and Vox dives towards Halta, but arrives too late. The knife plunges down.
Pain? Calm. Sorrow? Regret. Anger? Nowhere.
Where was the light? Or is there even one? To my god?
. . . A breeze? What?
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