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The Scrolls of Aerusya - The Throne of Evil
By: RIA Date: January 31, 2014, 11:04 pm
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Tzarima
Elrithian still wore his proud face and his sister thought with
disapproval that this was not a good time for him to be all
stubborn, but the captain seemed to be giving him leave. He
nodded and though out the appearance for a frightening monster
they could appear to have summoned. He judged that would be as
much, if not more attention grabbing than the previous plan.
Elrithian accepted Zalrinu’s amulet with some surprise, and his
expression softened a bit what seemed to be an act of kindness.
He quickly dropped that face again though with the next words
from the S’ithra. He didn’t know what the lizard meant with two
deaths, and he was sure he didn’t want to, but he had caused
enough trouble already, and accepted the amulet with nod and a
correct thanks.
Erahja followed the other two women up the stairs. The bandits
seemed preoccupied and were looking the other way, making
avoiding being seem by them considerably easier. She saw Rhaedin
wave her forward from behind the counter in the tavern. She was
more used to sneak over soft ground than on floors, but thought
creeping around here was not that much different from hunting
anyway, so keeping an eye on the bandits she followed, with
little sound or worry. Well stationed with Rhaedin and Sevine,
she waited for the signal to attack, which would probably start
with seeing what her brother had come up with for distraction.
The thing that Elrithian had come up with as a distraction
appeared first as a magic circle on the floor, soon followed by
a monster materializing in it. A very handy way to craft an
illusion, he though, as a creature being summoned did not have
to be perfectly clear immediately, and the bandits were not
supposed to look at it carefully at it anyway, before being
attacked by the rest of the troop. The creature was one of myth,
one he had seen illustrated in books but believed was extinct if
it ever existed at all, that he had chosen to make a more real
interpretation of. It was fourlegged and scaly, with its
frontlegs rising clearly higher than its back and ending in
talons. It was just taller than a human, and considerably wider,
with a sharp beak for a mouth. He could even give it a bit of a
screeching noise and thought that this was probably more
unnerving than one detached head, at least he hoped so as he was
not touching the damned thing. Naturally he had to use two
different spells for it, and was grateful for the amulet,
without it he would probably not be of much further use after
this.
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Re: The Scrolls of Aerusya - The Throne of Evil
By: RIA Date: January 31, 2014, 11:05 pm
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Macabre Fox
Kneeling behind the bar counter, Rhaedin peered around the
corner of it, watching Elrithian cast a spell of illusion. She
could feel the magic in the air, it felt heavy, tense, and full
of electricity. A glowing circle appeared on the floor, causing
the bandits heads to turn. Slowly the monster emerged out of the
air. Quickly she looked to Sevine who was peeking over the bar,
watching the bandits with scrutiny. Sevine sensed that familiar
eyes had fallen upon her and she turned to look in Rhaedin's
direction. With her eyes now on the captain, Rhaedin signalled
for Sevine to ready herself.
Rhaedin then turned towards Erahja, and crept over to her. She
touched Erahja's forearm, keeping her voice low, Rhaedin leaned
in towards the Rakasha ranger and whispered, "Get ready. Wait
for my signal. We're going to move behind them when their
attention is focused on the illusion."
With that, Rhaedin returned to her station at the far end of the
bar. From here, she could see the bandits without them taking
notice of the women's presence behind the bar. A small clinking
noise caught her attention and the elfess looked in Sevine's
direction to only to discover that the witch had obtained a few
bottles of uncorked wine, holding two in each hands. The
red-haired witch met her gaze and offered her nothing more than
a meek shrug as an explanation. Rhaedin made no comment for she
returned her eyes to the bandits. The witch was an odd one at
that, Rhaedin was certain.
It didn't take long before a lean and slender man noticed the
glowing circle soon followed by the apparition. "What in
Sarmon's name is…that?" The man was sitting on an overturned
barrel by the entryway. His finger, trembling with fear, raised
up, and pointed towards the illusion.
"Charun what are you blabberi-…What the..?!" He reached for his
dagger at his side, his eyes were wide with fright. The
terrified bandit failed to retrieve his dagger as it fell to the
floor, clattering loudly. The next events occurred in an
immediate succession. One bandit after another turned their gaze
to look up at the apparition as well. In unison, they startled
with shock and horror, and in a mad dash to hopefully defend
themselves against this grotesque monster. One bandit who was a
bowman, fired an arrow at the being, whether his aim was true he
could not tell, his hand had trembled too much. He hoped that he
would injure the thing in hopes of frightening it away, back
down the cellar where it had come.
Rhaedin looked to Sevine and curled her hand into a fist, and
pointed her index finger towards her. The witch nodded in
acknowledgement, she was ready, wines bottles still in hand.
Then her gaze skipped to Erahja. Instead of pointing just the
one finger, Rhaedin pointed her index and middle finger at
Erahja, that was her signal. Rhaedin turned about and crept to
the edge of the bar. She pressed herself flat to the bar, she
crawled with her toes pumped, she wanted to minimalize the sound
of their movements. It was here when she saw the chaos began to
unfold as the bandits reacted in horror to Elrithian's illusion.
She rose up into a crouch and sprinted across the room, sticking
to the shadows which there were plenty of. The first bandit she
came upon was distracted by Elrithian's magic. She snuck up
behind him, approaching him where his gaze would not fall, on
the edges of his peripheral vision. Rhaedin sprang on him, she
grasped his head with her hands, and snapped his neck. The sound
of the bone breaking was loud enough for her to hear, but not
over the noise of the bandits yelling aloud in fear. The bandit
dropped to the floor without another word.
Sevine did not have her stave on-hand, so she needed to have
something to fight back with. Her choice? Four full bottles of
wine. There were a couple of bar fights that she had witnessed
in Yr'tahm before her departure to Kvechuk. Apparently, bottles
were a force to be recognized as a viable weapon. They could
drop a man cold where he once stood. Plus once the bottles
broke, the sharp glass edges became an easier weapon to wield.
She followed Rhaedin's lead, watching in astonishment as the
captain snapped a man's neck in two. Sevine tucked one wine
bottle under her armpit, giving her the ability to swing the
wine bottle freely. She crept past Rhaedin, moving along the
walls. Her target was a heavier built bandit, obviously used as
muscle in the circle of crime. If she could knock him out,
Sevine could then begin to eliminate the ones surrounding the
hostages.
The hostages held at the center of the bar, tied together with
rope, sobbed in fear at the sight of the monster. They had no
idea that it was merely an illusion, they were simple folk who
did not trouble themselves with things they did not understand.
Sevine attacked the heavier bandit as he struggled to unsheathe
his axe from its bindings, he took no note of her. She gave him
no chance to react though, and attacked immediately, smashing
the bottle of wine over his balding head. The bottle exploded,
sending wine and shards of glass over the bandit. He looked at
Sevine with a blank expression, it didn't faze him. She reached
for the bottle under her armpit, and repeated the assault. The
bandit wasn't ready for the next bottle, and this time, he
dropped to the floor, knocking over the table and chair at which
he had just sat.
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