Dmaster
Herald of the Changer
When placed as second in charge of the adventuring caravan, Gawain merely stood in place beside the road as he idly looked about the enlarged spiders and their webbing. It was fortunate that they were not so aggressive to begin leaping at the company members as they drew close, yet he knew better than to press luck when it came to their temperament. As the others had pointed out, he did get attacked by an enlarged arachnid in the days prior to this discovery. It hardly bothered him however, as there was always a price to exploration and solving ancient mysteries.
His jaw yawned open and rolled around with quiet clacks of jerking movements, a bit of a nervous habit he had developed when he was otherwise unoccupied and thinking of other matters. Edgar's voice got him to bite down on his teeth, rather annoyed at the lich's mental interjection. "Must I? I'm fully aware that they're walking straight into their demise," Gawain asked coldly, yet part of him focused on their auras anyway. His eye sockets grew alight with blue-purple arcane flames as he blankly stared ahead.
Upon seeing the massive aura, he spread his stance with the slightest semblance of alarm. "Madame," Gawain finally spoke, turning to his side in search of Cecilia. "we need to bring every able-bodied fighter into the woods after our scouting team. With incredible haste." With that warning the undead wizard began to jog into the woods, calling back to her and the company.
"There is little time to explain - but I spot an aura about the size of a small homestead rushing for their position!"
As he pushed through the forested path, a thought occurred to the wizard: Why am I running after them?! He knew the risks of going into this place, and even warned Alberto and the others of it. This situation was not too dissimilar to those his late apprentices would find themselves in. 'Sink or swim', as some might say - and each time those bright minds typically sunk as Gawain absolved himself of responsibility. If people would not heed his warnings, why should he risk himself to right their mistake? Perhaps the leadership position given to him in the company was getting the best of his judgment. How troublesome...
His jaw yawned open and rolled around with quiet clacks of jerking movements, a bit of a nervous habit he had developed when he was otherwise unoccupied and thinking of other matters. Edgar's voice got him to bite down on his teeth, rather annoyed at the lich's mental interjection. "Must I? I'm fully aware that they're walking straight into their demise," Gawain asked coldly, yet part of him focused on their auras anyway. His eye sockets grew alight with blue-purple arcane flames as he blankly stared ahead.
Upon seeing the massive aura, he spread his stance with the slightest semblance of alarm. "Madame," Gawain finally spoke, turning to his side in search of Cecilia. "we need to bring every able-bodied fighter into the woods after our scouting team. With incredible haste." With that warning the undead wizard began to jog into the woods, calling back to her and the company.
"There is little time to explain - but I spot an aura about the size of a small homestead rushing for their position!"
As he pushed through the forested path, a thought occurred to the wizard: Why am I running after them?! He knew the risks of going into this place, and even warned Alberto and the others of it. This situation was not too dissimilar to those his late apprentices would find themselves in. 'Sink or swim', as some might say - and each time those bright minds typically sunk as Gawain absolved himself of responsibility. If people would not heed his warnings, why should he risk himself to right their mistake? Perhaps the leadership position given to him in the company was getting the best of his judgment. How troublesome...
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