Pilgrim59
Bellua 1-4
Gilligani Chotsky
Hearthfall Season - Night
Forest, Outpost, Darkwoods
Interacted: Vera, Uri
Mentioned: N/A
Hearthfall Season - Night
Forest, Outpost, Darkwoods
Interacted: Vera, Uri
Mentioned: N/A
Of Might & Magic
Written with:
Trappy
"Alright you embarassing bastard, time to get to work."
After he dropped the link, the Enchanter spent a good five minutes cowering behind the stone, moss-covered stairway to preparehimself for what might have been the bravest act he had ever committed to. Clutching a jade amulet in his hand, the mage whisperred the power word as arcane energy pulsed out from the object, swirling around Gil before enveloping his form in a translucent mystical armour. A magnificent spectral-like mask and a matching set of plate armour briefly appeared around Gil's form before fading out of sight. The mage then held up the jade between his eyes, blinked twice, and whisperred something else. His eyes flared up with a dim green light, and suddenly the night was, once again, as bright as day.
Gil glanced across the battlefield before him, breathed once, and started dashing towards where he last saw his friend, his bright eyes scanning the surrounding for spike-thrashing beasts.
His first challenge did not take long to reveal itself. The Exman's cover under the darkness of the night was effectively nullified by the mage's enhanced vision, though the creature's ferocity and inhuman speed for something that resembled a man startled Gil. Its charge sent the Enchanter stumbling backwards a few steps and fortunately out of range, as its sickly Dark claws missed his torso by but a few inches. Gil brought up his kite shield just in time, as a second slash immediately followed the first with such speed, scrapping off its surface. Strikes after strikes pounded on his shield, as the Exman went into a blind rage, determined to slice and dice its target to bloody bits. The battle mage held strong and endured, before reeling back, breathed, and lunged at the fiend as soon as an opening presented itself, his weapon glowed with the colours of the cosmos above, as if reflecting the brilliant lights they shone upon him.
His strike was true. Gil immediately started backing off and went into a defensive stance as green, crackling sparks of energy shot out from the burning wound where his morning star had impacted, and the sparks remained, seemingly swirling around the Darkborne's form with intent. Despite the apparent damage, the Exman shown no sight of pain or weakness, as it immediately prepared to darted towards the mage. However, as it did, the sparks around its form got more violent, before there was a thunderous crack, the Exman stumbled in the middle of its charge, its form collapsed into dust and Dark matter.
The confrontation certainly attracted some attention - the kind of attention Gil wanted none of. Soon enough, the Exman's dozen of counsins in the vicinity went after the mage who had just called down the sky's fury on their brethren.
"Oh sh-"
Gil resorted to the instinctual, and undoubtedly the most primitive, though proven and common tactic of man when faced with dangers - mild panic and running away. The whole scene almost seemed comedic - on one side were valiant defenders of the outpost, giving it all so that the men and women behind them and by their side may yet survive the night, and then there was Gil, running away, with a horde of Exmen on his tail. However, as the mage ran, the boots that usually leave a trail of Light residue were giving off something else. Gil kicked dust and dirt as he ran, and eventually, a peculiar shroud of dust, glittering with the mixed-in Light was formed behind him. The mage seemingly ran faster now, and the shroud slowly enveloped him entirely, then halt. The shroud became static, then dissipated, and Gil was nowhere to be seen.
Quite a way away, a mysterious fog formed just above the tall forest grass. And from it, Gil emerged, face-planting onto the ground. The golden arcane mask briefly shows itself one last time, before fizzling out. Whatever arcane influence it was had certainly expended its use after the Enchanter's rather expeditious maneauver.
Upon his arrival in the pitch-black fortress of trees and sprouting grasses, Gil was met by a grievous, painful sensation upon his leg, as something sweeped him off of his feet. A briefly glittering light blinded the man, followed by a distinct echo of a metallic ring. Before him was the pointy end of a brushed blade, still tainted by some dark smudges and dirt, as his opposition's figure slowly came into focus - cladded in full armor and a familiar, yet hostile visage of a Sarmanian helmet. Uri, Gil recalled, was mere inches away from nailing his face in.
"Well, hello there. Aren't you a friendly face." The Enchanter slowly got up on his feet, taking a full, earthy breath as the man came to realise he didn't just snap into existence. The blood fog dropped him, and it knocked the air out of him.
"Hmm..." Uri grunted, firmly asserting his armasa's dominance over the man, despite Gil's appearance as a human. Studying the man's face, and reaffirming the mage's identity, the marine was ever more convinced to let his armasa loose, before a voice reach out to him.
"Gil?! What are you doing here? Uri!" Vera stepped into the scene, as she pulled the knight away, barely stopping her little brother from killing the man.
"More friendly face! More friends! By the Saints, this must be the highlight of the night!" The mage chuckled, somehow oblivious to Uri's former intents, before went into picking up spell components that got loose and were scattered around when he 'shrouded' to this location. "I did say I was coming to you. When have I not kept my word?"
"Aren't you supposed to look for the Thrasher from the walls? Hmm... you got chased by something, didn't you?" Vera asked, somewhat glad to see Gil made it out, at least.
"Hm?? Uh...There was some of that. Angry locals, you know."
"... You never change. Let's keep it that way. Come on, we need your help finding the Thrashers."
"But hey! I did scan through the site ... briefly. Picked up a few blips around here - ish. They shouldn't be too far..." The mage trailed off, his bright eyes nervously darted about, scanning tree-lines and tall, wild bushes, making out eerie, shifting shapes moving about around them.
"There might be too many of them. Might be wise to... retr- *ahem*, tactically advance in a different direction, perhaps lure the beasts out...?"
"Negatory. We'll take them head on! Uri will take care of ya, no worries! Now, where are those lousy spikey things?" Vera said, as she turned her head back and forth, looking for one to launch herself at. Needless to say, she was quite driven, albeit a little too impetuous.
Uri stood behind Gil, eerily glaring at the man with hostile intents. While the mage did not see the spearman's gaze of contempts, he can feel a certain uneasy sensation creeping up from behind him.
"I sense a certain uneasy sensation from your direction, my friend. Is there anything I might be able to help you with?" Gil spoke up to Uri from the front, his eyes still glancing about the creeping floras around them.
"Of course. Perish." Uri replied monotously.
The mage turned. An eyebrow raised at the soldier's questionable attitude.
"Uri! Be nice! Haha! He didn't mean it, Gil. T'was an attempt at humor, isn't that right, Uri?!" Vera said, as she waltzed over to Uri and nudge Uri's hips with her elbow.
"Sure... would be a shame to see such a talented mage be buried neck deep in- ouch!" Uri said, before Vera's gauntlet fell onto his head.
"Now now! Let us away!" Vera exclaimed vibrantly, as she skipped forward merrily, hiding her killer instincts towards the Darkborne.
The Enchanter stopped and studied the man, Uri, for some time, before bringing his eyes back to scanning their surrounding. "Maybe you wouldn't wish that if you intend on walking out of here in one piece, friend." Gil said, his eyes, lit with arcane energy, suddenly flashed bright as the man's gaze snapped towards a direction.
"The air feels... heavier, do you sense that? I'm afraid Thrashers won't be the only things we should keep an eye out for, my friends. But anyways, there are the lowsy spike beasts."
The mage got low, his bright cloak enveloping him, before gesturing his companions towards the direction in which Spikethrashers were registered.
"Outstanding work, as always. We'll take it from here, you are welcome to throw your shots, Gil! Fufufu! " Vera nodded and chuckled lightly, as she turned over to Uri and gave him a sign with her hand, cueing the man to raise his armasa. She procured vision on their objectives and were eager to take the fight to them.
"No one would know..." Uri mumbled under his breath, with his spear aimed at Gil's back.
"Well, I won't be far behind..." Gil sighed with a tired smile, and prepared a handful of baking powder in a separate pocket while getting lower into the tall grass.
Before long, a whistling noise zoomed past Gil and Vera, as the knight's weapon found its mark on the ground, just a few feet from one of the thrashers, drawing their attention towards the impact point. Vera, followed up on Uri's throw and charged straight at the beasts. As she goes, her attentive hands caught Uri's spear and took it with her. The dual-wielding paladin made much progress across the forest clearing, before jumping into action. Leaping from the ground, Vera threw her armasa at the Spikethrasher's limb, prompting the beast to kneel, as she manages to land upon its back. Spinning Uri's spear in her other hand, the paladin twirled it fro and forth, before landing another lunge at the beast's neck.
Gil was about to break concealment and follow Vera, but Uri's hand found the prior's shoulder, as he eyed forward at the paladin in combat.
"Wait for the signal." he said.
Retracting the armasa into a sword, she continued to severe the tendrils that bound the creature's apex organs. Like a sculptor of destruction, Vera used both her hands to tear the creature apart, all the while parrying its panicked counter-volleys of spikes. The beast turned its head back and forth in agony, while trying to sway the paladin off - throwing Vera off and hanging by its neck with her firm grasps on Uri's blade, of which was the only thing keeping her from falling off. With quick thoughts, the paladin retracted her legs and pushed forward, time and time again. She tried to swing herself forward, and with a determined force of momentum and what made up her strengths, her armasa followed, tearing a huge gap in the beast's lower neck, effectively decapitating it, as she landed on the other side.
"Move." a voice reached out from behind Vera, as the creature's death emitted a large screen of fleeting residue. Mumbling footsteps encroached from Vera's rear, resounding in its ever clearer approach.
By this time, the others were caught up behind her, using the creature's vaporization process as concealment from the other Spikethrasher's volleys, of which were all focused on Vera. The shrouded figures emerged from behind her and the vaporizing beast like a band of heroes being conjured up by the demise of the Darkborne creature. Vera stretched out her hand, and threw Uri's armasa into the air, as the man caught it, and passed her with speed.
From his hiding, Gil held up his weapon with both hands, and took aim via the gap between two spikes, trying his best to imitate the posture he'd seen in Imperial musketeers. His eyes flared up as the mage's gaze focused onto a stray Spikethrasher. The beast was fixing its position, turning to face his comrades out on the field with its spikes all stood up, primed to let loose. The Enchanter wasn't about to let that happen. As he mumbled the power word , the morning star again lit up with the stars' light, and from it emerged a focused beam of bright, green light, crackling violently with destructive Light energy. The beam struck the beast dead in its turning process, the focused Light energy sparked an explosion reminiscent to one produced by Light-powered handcannons of the Empire. The creature only let out a brief streek as the beam impacted, and the cloud of dust left-over after the explosion now showered the charred remnants of the Spikethrasher with glittering Light residue. The Enchanter lowered his weapon, breathed, before lowering himself again into the tall grass, his eyes resumed scanning the bushes beyond the small opening.
Uri followed up on Gil's spell, as the explosion had given him much time to execute his moves, accompanied by his agile movements. The man threw his spear at the beast's head, prompting it to turn away for a bit, as it attempts to unlodge the blade from its body. Uri dashed forth, leaping onto the spear and swung two rounds around his armasa, building up momentum for his second leap, as he removed the spear from the beast's face with his firm grip. Landing upon the ground, the knight rolled to the side, and took a few jabs at the thrasher's limbs - one by one, as he circled around. With little progresses made, Uri finally found an opening, all the while parrying its close-quarter attacks. The man kept himself close enough for the Spikethrasher to hold off on its ranged attacks. He slid beneath the creature and lunged upwards, cutting it with a set of precise consecutive combination of slashes and thrusts. The thrasher threw its tail about, hitting the nearby tree, as it sweeps the man off course.
Uri got up on his feet again, and recovered from the creature's counter-attacks. He eyed the tree barks and branches around him, before grabbing one, as he plunged into the fight again. Uri aimed for its head, and this time, with his armasa as a sword to hack at the thing. With a few swing, he was able to tear open its outer tendrils, as he continued to parry and dodge the thrasher's attacks, the man conjured up a spell upon the set of tree barks and branches in his other hand. As the pieces of wood glowed red, Uri lunged his attached himself to the creature with his sword, and shoved the handful of crimson woods into the thing's body and withdrew his weapon. He rolled away, before mumbling a few foreign words. The thrasher's neck glowed briefly, before a muffled bang echoed throughout the forest, causing an implosion within the beast, as it faded away with the wind upon passing. Uri's simple transmutation spell had turned the tree's saplings into a deadly explosive device. Uri got up on his feet, and shrugged off the dirt that plagued his armor, as he spun his armasa briefly, before erecting it into a spear. The paladin took a brief glance at Gil, before turning towards the next Spikethrasher.
Gil did notice the look with his enhanced vision. The man wondered if he'd crossed Uri before to deserve the hostility. Perhaps he would think more on it sometime, may they'll sit down and have a talk, yes. But it wasn't time for these thoughts, as the mage soon detected a large contingent of Dark forces rallying just beyond the opening his comrades were in, and heading them was something truly sinister. The mage stood up from the grass and called out to the paladins.
"Brace yourselves, something bad over the bushes!"
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