Rykon
Five Thousand Club
Valden rose from his slumber, haze still in his eyes. Loud voices, ringing steel, and now singing of all things. Something was clearly amiss and the day forbade the stowaway from enjoying his nap any longer. The comforting tremble of the moving ship was now at a halt. All that was left was rising adrenaline from sobering realization. The night caste sprinted up through the stairs of the ship's hold to gaze upon the battlefield, spitting a curse. His eyes fixed upon the skirmish, noting one side clad in naught else but Soulsteel and the remaining calling out with familiar voices from above deck. No time to get into position. Time to move!
The former enforcer of the Riverlands hopped the rail of ship's prow and kicked off from the hull to sail across the open-air overhead, drawing a Starmetal Daiklave as if from the wind itself. Within moments the Deathknights fell, only for angry rumblings to rattle the snow on the ground from around the cavernous pit in the ground.
[Starting with a Join Battle to see action timing here. I'll save essence for the moment. 9 starting Initiative.]
The former enforcer of the Riverlands hopped the rail of ship's prow and kicked off from the hull to sail across the open-air overhead, drawing a Starmetal Daiklave as if from the wind itself. Within moments the Deathknights fell, only for angry rumblings to rattle the snow on the ground from around the cavernous pit in the ground.
[Starting with a Join Battle to see action timing here. I'll save essence for the moment. 9 starting Initiative.]
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