Smoke billowed into the air, clogging the lungs and blinding the woodland creatures making their desperate escape from the flames. In a large clearing, hidden away in a secluded forest, a towering structure was burning. Centuries old architecture crumbed and was reduced to rubble as the flames overtook it, inside, the motionless bodies of the dead were consumed and slowly turned to ash. When the dust settled there would be nothing left but ash, and a dark stain on the forest floor, and that was exactly how the king had wanted it.
Over the course of several weeks the Imperial Army had torn through the countryside, on a mission to root out all mages and monsters and destroy them. The chaos had started months ago, when monstrous creatures had began appearing deep within the forest, specifically around the monasteries where fledgling mages were taught the specifics of there arts.
Those bearing the mages mark, the unique sigil that identified them as a student or practitioner of one of four unique brands of magic, were to die. No matter their age, sex or position, all mages were to be exterminated, along with the "monsters" the mages were credited for creating.
No one knew where the creatures were coming from, or why they were there. All that was known was they were wreaking havoc wherever they went, and the people's fear grew greater with each passing day... This fear forced the king to act...the war mongering fool knew only way to eliminate the threat.
The best way to exterminate a pest is to destroy the next which they call home.
The Temple of Gaix was the last temple to fall, a pillar in the magic community it was here an elusive few were trained in the arts of spirit calling, also known as summoning magic. A powerful and rare mage, summoners, also known as spirit tamers, were once the crown jewel of the king's royal court. They now were all either dead or imprisoned deep within the castles dungeon, along with all other mages. All...except one...
A slim, orange fox darted through the forest, at its heels was a tall, lanky man dressed in tattered and scorched black pants, a formerly white shirt splattered red and a jacket. Eyes wide he looks back over his shoulder and pales as he sees the flames seem to be gaining on them.
"Can't you do something about those!?" He cries, looking ahead he just manages to duck under a low hanging tree branch blocking his path. The fox doesn't break stride, but it does reply in a clearly aggravated tone.
"Perhaps if we weren't running for our lives! Just move faster!"
The man sucked down a deep breath and a hand moved to his left side, where warm, sticky blood coated his fingers.
"Yeah, move faster, easier said than done with a blasted hole in my side!" he snaps back at the creature, who took a sharp left turn, leading the man downhill toward what looked like a ravine.
"Uh...Yumi..." the man began to slow as uncertainty took over, but with the fire hot on their tails there wasn't much of an option but to keep running. All Caster could really do was trust the blasted creature to lead him to safety...at the moment running was taking up all his energy, what little wasn't going toward ignoring the pulsing pain in his side.
The fox put on a burst of speed, and before Caster could even question it, she took a flying leap off the side of the ravine, and landed with a little splash into the running water alone. Feeling the heat of the flames on his back, all Caster could do was suck down a huge breath and silently offer up a prayer to any god who might've been listening as he jumped.
For a split second everything went black as the icy cold waters rushed in over his head, kicking Caster gasped and sucked down a breath.
Thank the gods the river's current wasn't violent, it carried the injured mage and his familiar down stream, away from the forest fire stemming from the fallen temple.
Caster struggled to keep his head above the water, if it hadn't been for Yumi he might've gone under. Each kick gave him a sharp reminder of the injury on his left side, thanks to a solider and a well placed blow from a sword.
With a little help from the fox Caster managed to paddle his way to shore, crawling onto the banks the man gasped as he sucked down air.
Everything was a bit on the fuzzy side...but he couldn't afford to pass out here.
Maxie Rosalee
Over the course of several weeks the Imperial Army had torn through the countryside, on a mission to root out all mages and monsters and destroy them. The chaos had started months ago, when monstrous creatures had began appearing deep within the forest, specifically around the monasteries where fledgling mages were taught the specifics of there arts.
Those bearing the mages mark, the unique sigil that identified them as a student or practitioner of one of four unique brands of magic, were to die. No matter their age, sex or position, all mages were to be exterminated, along with the "monsters" the mages were credited for creating.
No one knew where the creatures were coming from, or why they were there. All that was known was they were wreaking havoc wherever they went, and the people's fear grew greater with each passing day... This fear forced the king to act...the war mongering fool knew only way to eliminate the threat.
The best way to exterminate a pest is to destroy the next which they call home.
The Temple of Gaix was the last temple to fall, a pillar in the magic community it was here an elusive few were trained in the arts of spirit calling, also known as summoning magic. A powerful and rare mage, summoners, also known as spirit tamers, were once the crown jewel of the king's royal court. They now were all either dead or imprisoned deep within the castles dungeon, along with all other mages. All...except one...
A slim, orange fox darted through the forest, at its heels was a tall, lanky man dressed in tattered and scorched black pants, a formerly white shirt splattered red and a jacket. Eyes wide he looks back over his shoulder and pales as he sees the flames seem to be gaining on them.
"Can't you do something about those!?" He cries, looking ahead he just manages to duck under a low hanging tree branch blocking his path. The fox doesn't break stride, but it does reply in a clearly aggravated tone.
"Perhaps if we weren't running for our lives! Just move faster!"
The man sucked down a deep breath and a hand moved to his left side, where warm, sticky blood coated his fingers.
"Yeah, move faster, easier said than done with a blasted hole in my side!" he snaps back at the creature, who took a sharp left turn, leading the man downhill toward what looked like a ravine.
"Uh...Yumi..." the man began to slow as uncertainty took over, but with the fire hot on their tails there wasn't much of an option but to keep running. All Caster could really do was trust the blasted creature to lead him to safety...at the moment running was taking up all his energy, what little wasn't going toward ignoring the pulsing pain in his side.
The fox put on a burst of speed, and before Caster could even question it, she took a flying leap off the side of the ravine, and landed with a little splash into the running water alone. Feeling the heat of the flames on his back, all Caster could do was suck down a huge breath and silently offer up a prayer to any god who might've been listening as he jumped.
For a split second everything went black as the icy cold waters rushed in over his head, kicking Caster gasped and sucked down a breath.
Thank the gods the river's current wasn't violent, it carried the injured mage and his familiar down stream, away from the forest fire stemming from the fallen temple.
Caster struggled to keep his head above the water, if it hadn't been for Yumi he might've gone under. Each kick gave him a sharp reminder of the injury on his left side, thanks to a solider and a well placed blow from a sword.
With a little help from the fox Caster managed to paddle his way to shore, crawling onto the banks the man gasped as he sucked down air.
Everything was a bit on the fuzzy side...but he couldn't afford to pass out here.
Maxie Rosalee