Author: Wendell, Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2019 4:16 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

Another moment’s pause told the thing it’s prey was once again on the move. It twisted, following the footfalls of the stranger as she ran about the plain in a wide arch, giving the thing plenty of room. The beast bowed its head and was jolted by an icy projectile, pinning the creature’s shoulder. It twisted, trying to clutch at the object set to cause it harm and hissed. A low growl boomed like thunder, even as a storm seemed to brew overhead. A second arrow went through the beast’s gut, seeing to it that the creature was forced to stand for a moment. Long, claw-like fingers closed around the icy barb, pulling it free before it was cast aside and forgotten, as if no more painful than the sting of a bee.

The wendigo rose to its full height, standing at least ten feet tall as it threw its head back and howled at the sky. It’s roar only saw the blizzard intensify, the beast’s icy breath added to the already bitter cold. They had enraged the creature now, like a bull which had been cornered, left with little option but to charge. Of course, even this line of thought was rudely interrupted as molten fire tore through the thing’s back, slicing a burning trail down the length of its spine. Decaying flesh was prised apart, exposed, white bones charred by the mythical weapon.

The beast howled, this time in pain and twisted back on itself, striking at the woman who wielded the fiery weapon, slashing at her with its long, sharpened claws. It hissed and wrestled with the woman, closing its hands about the weapon to try and rip it from her grasp. However, when that failed, it used all of its strength to pin her to the earth under the scythe, lashing at her with blunt but powerful teeth as it attempted to tear chunks from her flesh.

Smoke rose from the severed flesh of its back, black and sizzling after the flame of the scythe had cut through it. Though the woman’s friend had not be forgotten, nothing was quite as appealing to the creature as a live meal.

Author: Kes, Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2019 2:18 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

There was no answer to her question, only the kiss of ice in the air. She could feel a storm gathering overhead. The atmosphere was thickening, she could almost see the twist of clouds as they gathered to form a squall. The wind hissed against the exposed skin of her hands and face. The hairs raised on the back of her neck and she twisted. Her hands held open to the sudden change in temperature. Was that snow, or hail that fell against her palms? It stung, elements lashing against her features. Where was Wendy? Why couldn’t she sense or hear him anymore? Could the only conclusion be that he had succumbed to the strange scuttling beasts? With every heavy beat of paws on the earth she felt the temperature plummet.

For the first time she felt truly blind as, without warning, she was tackled to the ground. Kes landed with a loud thump, air knocked from her lungs. The stranger was back on her feet and Kes pushed herself up. Kneeling on ground that was freezing beneath her she twisted. She listened, trying to ascertain what was happening. She heard the shot of arrows and fumbled, fingers skidding across the earth in search of her weapon. Her fingertips brushed the charred wood of her staff before curling around it. She balanced against the wood, climbing back to her feet.

Kes rubbed a rough hand across her eyes. If Wendy was lost, then there would be time to mourn him. But only if they survived the beast that now attacked. Kes readied herself, edging slowly backwards from the field of battle. The squall seemed to grow, if it preferred ice, wind and snow then she would meet it with fire. With both palms against her staff Kes forced fire back into the weapon. The scythe returned with a hiss, snow melting around her and rising in sudden steam. Kes moved forward, weapon held steady in her hands as she struck out towards the creature. What manner of beast was this?

Author: Terrorsong, Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2019 4:54 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

The creature had stopped, a moment of respite perhaps given to the fleeing pair. A faint breath escaped the young woman’s lips, her pale lilac orbs fixed on the creature as she waited for the woman to her side to flee. Sadly, the moment was short lived. Kes’tral’s scream was enough to enrage the creature once more. Head bowed and horns thrust forward as it charged at the pair.

A burst of movement saw the young elf leaping to the side, colliding with the fallen Kes’tral as she tried to get the other woman out of harms way. A short tumble later the Elven woman pushed to her feet leaping away from Kes’tral as she snatched an arrow from her quiver while sliding her bow from her shoulders, seconds later her arrow was loosed the twang of the string ringing out as the worsening weather started to roll in, the small pieces of her namesake pelting against the trio.

‘This is more like it… A little piece of home…’ A small smile tugged at her lips as she continued to run, circling the far larger creature a murmured charm under her breath as she once more plucked an arrow, nocked and loosed the projectile at the large creature, hoping its tough looking hide was not as sturdy as it appeared. “We hail the coming snow, and as it falls, we listen.”

Glancing out a moment she watches the growing storm, her smile widening before snapping out a hand and grasping a larger piece of the falling weather, the solidified water. Unsure herself if it was joy at that moment or her nerves getting the better of her as the massive beast roared, drowning out the winds as they picked up, as if to match the creature with its own howl. She brought the piece of ice to her bow, a faint glow flickering through it as it seemed to shrink and lengthen by the time she’d drawn back the string of her bow as if to fire an arrow fully formed sat between her fingers, nocked and ready.

The pattering of her feet as she ran almost silent beneath the sound of hail hitting the ground around them. The distance between herself and the Wendigo growing as she tried to keep the beast’s attention on herself. Her third projectile loosed, the arrow of ice flying true. “Winter’s gentle kiss upon you, beast.” The sing song tone of her native language taking a harsher bite as the elements turned for the worst, well worse for most.

Reaching out she plucked a second piece of falling hail from around her, her glowing lilac orbs seeming to dance in the growing gloom that came with the gathering storm clouds darkening the sky. The winds tugged at her fur lined clothes, her cloak whipping behind her as she ran, another arrow forming between her fingertips with another faint flicking glow of blue. Pressing the arrow head to lips she murmured faintly. “And Hail’s stinging bite.”

Nocking the second arrow of ice she chanced a glance at Kes’tral, the woman momentarily forgotten in her head long rush into combat with the massive beast that was hunting the pair. ‘She may not hold up in the cold as well as I… Especially seeing as how warm it was here not too long ago…’ "Come Snow, let us make a hunt of this!"

Author: Wendell, Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2019 1:10 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

The thing didn’t hunt by sight or smell, it’s urges far more basic than that. Kill was all it knew. Kill and kill again until there was nothing left, until the world was silent. Sound then, sound was what drove the beast. Grey vision was frosted with shadows of blue and black. The women ran and the thing gave chase. It snorted and halted all of a sudden as the pair stopped, not out of confusion or curiosity, but as if for a split second it had lost them.

Kes’tral screamed and the beast flinched before charging towards her, large patterns of ice fanning out across the ground each time one of its limbs met the earth. A storm appeared to be brewing overhead, the air growing colder still. The wendigo planted balled hands against the ground and twisted its head with the intent of bowling the pair sideways. A powerful thrust of its antlers followed, the points like blunt, icy blades of death.

The first signs of a blizzard began to form around them, clouds gathering overhead like rolling waves to shoot rain so fast and heavy it seemed to crystallise in mid air, pelting the trio with dull, icy shards from the heavens. The wind picked up, the real killer in the cold, whistling through the creatures exposed bones. The wendigo roared, a sound most terrifying and somewhat triumphant, pleased with the wind and rain, the shaping of its element.

Author: Kes, Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2019 9:58 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

There was something reckless in her smile as she ran, pulled along by the strange touch. Kes’tral stumbled often, running as quickly as she could but blind to the sudden dips in terrain, holes in the earth, stones or logs, everything tangled around her legs and left her unbalanced. Still she ran till until her lungs thought that they would burst. Stars danced in the darkness and she grinned, hearing the hiss of arrows through the air. It wasn’t the stranger who was shooting them, but it had to be Wendell. She recognised the crack of lightning as it split the air behind them. Relieved that her companion was joining the fight, Kes allowed herself to be pulled along.

However, as the arrows faltered and the sound of the bow fell behind them, her steps slowed. The stranger seemed to close a hand more insistently around her arm and pull her forward, and she went, but not without twisting to try and look behind her. A hopeless exercise. She heard the skittering and a large thud. Her steps came to a stop. Overbalanced, she stumbled and her hands landed splayed in the dirt.

The stranger helped her up once more, but she twisted. Wendy? What was happening? Had he fallen? Without her vision, Kes could only stare into the endless darkness and search for her companion with her senses. Was he there? Did the spiders have him? “Wendy?!” It was a shriek, a desperate sound as she finally pulled her hand free of the stranger.

Kes staggered. Run? The stranger told her to run, but where was he? Kes’tral reached out, clawing at the darkness in her search for someone else. She grabbed hold of fabric, unfamiliar, and clung on. “Where is Wendy?” She demanded, her free hand extended towards the heat she could feel from the distant fires. There was something approaching with a heavy thud that shook the ground. She touched the darkness, as though hoping her friend would take her hand.

Author: Terrorsong, Posted: Tue Oct 8, 2019 5:59 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

She tugged Kes’tral along with her, leading the woman after the male who at this point stopped, and drawn his bow. The Elf’s eyes widened with shock as she saw the energy crackling off of the first arrow as it went shooting towards the pair of women then past and into the pursing creatures behind them slowing the pursing creatures that had managed to bypass the wall of flame Kes’tral had managed to summon. She lifted her pale Lilac orbs to meet Wendell’s gaze, a small smile quirking the corner of her mouth as she burbled in lilting tones. “Don’t tarry too long, there are just far too many of them.”

Thankful for the time Wendell was buying the pair she pulled Kes’tral past the pirate who was making liberal use of the magically enchanted arrows, lightning and thunder soon replaced by the crackling roar of flames as the first of his fire arrows exploded into the pack of spiders. “We’re going to make it, just you wait, the three of us.” She’d hoped to reassure the woman she was pulling along with her light tone, wishing that they could pick up the pace to increase the distance between them and their pursuers.

It was shortly after the fifth arrow had impacted and the sixth had yet to that the Elf chanced glancing back to see if the male had decided to follow after the pair yet, the same moment as one of the blasted creatures impacted with Wendell and knocked him off of his feet. His impact of the ground was enough to make the Elf wince with guilt, an innocent life lost because she’d dragged the two into harms way.

Turning back not wanting to watch what was about to happen to the male as the spiders began to surge onto his body, she quickened her pace, trying to urge Kes’tral on, faster if the other woman could manage it. The moments dragged on as their hurried footfalls thudded across the ground, trying to make the best of Wendell’s unfortunate sacrifice. The distance grew between the pair and the fallen male, not daring to stop even when she noticed the skittering had stopped. Even when the sudden cold at her back that normally was so comforting, sent shivers running the length of her spine.

Raising her fingers to her lips she let a shrill whistle out, hoping the sound would signal her feathered friend before she tightened her grip on Kes’tral’s arm, her tugging more insistent as the first heavy footfall landed. The brief scuffle between the large creature and the spiders was over before it had really begun, not that the Elf was aware, too intent on their hurried flight to even look to see what was now happening behind them.

When it was apparent the heavy footsteps of the large creature were now following them the Elf risked a peek and immediately wish she hadn’t. Her already far too pale complexion losing what little colour it had as her gaze found their newest pursuer. Two steps, a third before she realised that the creatures longer gait was going to let it keep pace with them, they weren’t going to be able to out run the horrific beast that had chosen to chase them now that it’s smaller prey lay still.

‘I… I could leave her… I could escape then, by myself…’ Her hurried pace slowed as she turned to look at Kes’tral, the faint glow of her pale lilac eyes seeming to waver a moment before she glanced back at the antlered creature with a shake of her head, dismissing the traitorous thoughts. “I’ll buy you some time… You have to run, I’ll catch up…” She tried to keep the cheer in her voice, and while the sing song tones of her voice helped in this, the growing dread in her stomach tempered it. ‘I can’t let another die because of me… Not her too…’ “I promise.”

Author: Wendell, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 3:29 PM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

Adrenalin saw the man go on, tired of fighting Kes’tral at every turn. Let her sense or lack of it consume her, he thought. He ran, muscles warmed up from all of the walking they had done, making it easy to do so. He recalled a moment from his youth, as a child, running with his friends after a flat leather ball, fresh off his boot, a heavy kick sending it aloft. The particular moment that sprung to mind was akin to this moment only in that he had glanced to one side then, just as he was now, to marvel at the world moving in slow motion, even as he sprinted, flat-tack.

You can’t leave her, a small voice called, a very small voice, one which was easily silenced throughout his life. Wendell kept running, chancing a glance backwards to find Kes’tral had tripped. She needs you, the voice nagged, she relies on you, she's blind and you’re leaving her to die!

He groaned, reaching back for his bow with one hand while the other blindly fumbled for one of the elemental arrows the four-armed people of Eyota had sold him. Wendell turned, stringing an arrow in one swift motion. He took aim and fired, sending the deadly torpedo into the crowd of eldritch creatures that gave chase. The arrow cracked and fizzed as it cut through the air, leaving a glowing streak of electric blue in its wake, waves of energy sparking away from the point to mix with the surrounding warm air.

There was an explosion of lightning as the arrow hit the ground. Though it had missed pinning any of the many spiders, the jolts of energy that rang from it displaced all of the creatures surrounding it, flipping them on their backs. A handful of the spiders ceased all movement after that, dead where they lay.

Wendell nocked another arrow as the pair closed in on his location. He met the gaze of the stranger who had stopped to help Kes’tral to her feet. The pirate offered a knowing nod, indebted to the woman for saving his friend, before taking aim once more. This time his arrow struck one of the lead creatures, sending it backwards into those who followed too closely behind. A low sound tore through the air, like a peal of thunder, seeming to vibrate around the zone of impact. Wendell gave the women a few seconds lead, allowing them to pass as he loosed a third arrow, this one of fire, causing another wall of flames to rise up and consume the tall grass a few metres in front of him, once again slowing the spiders.

Those who tried to round the flames were surprised to run into yet another ball of fire, born of another flaming arrow. The circle was almost closed, though his fourth and fifth shot had been too slow, allowing some of the hoard to escape the ring of fire the majority had become trapped in. Wendell threw his bow over his shoulder. No time to think. He took up his axe and blade, preparing for battle, readying himself to face off against the handful of spiders which had escaped before the circle had been completed. This, this was why he hated Kes’tral’s stubbornness.

The first of the creatures lunged at him, cast aside with the swing of his axe. A second met the blade, but it was the third who got lucky. Springing at the man, Wendell was unable to avoid the heavy blow, which knocked him off his feet. He dropped his sword, closing his fingers instead about the spindly leg of the beast trying to rearrange his face with razor fangs. Another went for his legs and he kicked blindly, trying to fend it off. His axe cut away a few stick-like limbs, but did little to slow the creature hovering over his throat.

Was this the end? He stared into its frightening maw, looking death in the face. Mentally, he froze, though physically nothing had changed. His body kicked and struggled, fighting to get away from the spiders at his boots. Slow motion, everything was in slow motion, he had a split second to realise as déjà vu struck him once more. There was going to be no escape this time.

He stilled, his fight done. His vision went black and who or whatever he was, consciousness, switched off. It was the beginning, a sensation he had experienced only a handful of times, one too often followed by gaps in his memory, thoughts, sights, sounds, and smells that never returned to him. The manifestation of the beast, of a creature with a soul purpose to hunt and destroy, always made itself known when things were dire, such as now. The creatures of the void drew back from the growls and groans of the man, bones cracking and flesh peeling away as he transformed, no longer a man but a beast, a creature more fearsome than what gave chase.

The scuttling was silenced as the thing got to its feet, thrown forward on hands that where no longer hands at all, replaced by claws, bones and knots of twisted flesh. When it rose further still, what had once been a man, just shy of six foot, was now a towering, dark and malevolent thing. Senseless, cannibalistic and supernatural.

The thing stood at least eight feet tall, hunched, gaunt to the point of emaciation, ash-grey, desiccated skin stretched tightly over its jarring bones. Its eyes were sunken, embedded deep within their sockets, shrunken and glowing a frightening shade of blue. The suppuration of flesh left the points of ribs exposed to the open air, stinging and raw. An eerie odor carried on the breeze, that of decay, rot and corruption. Death walked the plains, but not as they knew it.

White antlers lay bare, stark against the strips of putrefied black flesh that hung from them. Lips curled away from an exposed jaw to reveal what appeared to be the skeletal structure of a stag’s head. The ground around the thing turned to ice, the air seeming to crystallise in place, as if this monster sucked all of the heat from the plains, leaving the area cold, perhaps colder than it had ever been.

It made short work of the spiders, not because the were good or bad, friend of foe, simply because they moved and anything that moved, met a swift end in this creature’s path. It turned its eye on the pair, staring at the two women for a brief moment before advancing. They no longer need worry about the void-bugs, trapped now in the shadow of something even more fearsome, the wendigo.

Author: Kes, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 7:22 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

Unfamiliar hands wrapped around her arm, helping her too her feet. Kes’tral found her balance but was all too aware of the blaze at her back. She didn’t understand what the person said, but took them to be female from the hurried pitch of their voice. Gripping the stranger with one hand, she bent, half kneeling down as her hand roamed the grass in search of her staff. The wood hissed against her fingers, as they closed around it in triumph.

Staring blindly ahead she regained her feet and was all too happy to run alongside the stranger, hoping that wherever they were going, she would run into Wendy too. The spiders threw themselves against the blaze that raged across the grasslands in a large arc that slowly spread back the way the woman had come running from. But it wouldn’t hold them forever.

Author: Terrorsong, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 5:38 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

The yelling of a male pulled the young Elvish woman’s attention from her pursuers, her gaze turning in the direction of the male and female pair standing some distance from her. A smile tugged at her lips at her turn of luck, finally someone who could potentially provide assistance. Another glance over her shoulder showed the creatures still hot on her heels, as her fingers once more plucked an arrow from her quiver, and she spun again, hopping on her back foot to loose another arrow.

Spinning back to the two she quickened her pace, shouldering her bow as she went, ignoring the body of the one she had struck dead with her last arrow. Her joy at seeing others quickly faded as she saw the male turn tail and run, leaving his female companion to fend for herself as the Elvish woman drew down upon them with the small swarm of critters chasing her.

The woman had held though, flames bursting forth from the staff in her hands, forming a large blade of flame looking more a tool of destruction then the simple piece of wood it had appeared. She ducked past the woman rolling to halt her momentum with a twist to turn and face the horde. Maybe this woman had the power to drive them back, to save the three of them!

The moment was broken however when as she watched the woman swing the scythe of flame and turn to run herself, a wave of fire rolling from the woman’s weapon and burning the closest of the creatures and igniting the sea grass between themselves and the monsters. “Run? After you did that?!” She burbled in her native tongue, the surprise of the fire unsettling the little Elf as much as the horrid aberrations had.

Not to be one left behind she turned to follow blinking in surprise as the seemingly competent fire wielder all but collapsed barely a step from having summoned a ranging inferno. Not quick enough on her toes to catch the poor woman she was however quick to help Kes’tral back to her feet, murmuring in a sing song tone. “Are you okay? That didn’t take too much out of you did it?”

She started to tug Kes’tral along, away from the fire that had burnt off so many of the little blighters that had pursed her into the woman and her companion. Her gaze flicking back and forth between where the male had started to run and the crackling fire behind them.

Author: Kes, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 3:57 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

Kes grinned, he was teasing, she knew. Still he had asked a question and he deserved an answer. “It smells charred,” she replied, grateful of the hand that helped her back to her feet. “Like burnt hair and…cinnamon.”

Her knees creaked, with every day that passed in this place she felt older and more drained. Some of the golden threads of her hair turning silver. She couldn’t see it, obviously, with her current affliction but she felt age descending. Perhaps it was linked to whatever foulness was seeping from the Void.

Kes twisted along with Wendy, hearing the arrows shot. The twang of a bow string and then ice. Ice? She grinned, there was magic ahead. She had been right. Then there was the familiar sound of skittering that made her skin crawl. The hairs rose on her arms and the back of her neck before Wendy could even say anything. He grabbed at her arm, pulling her away but she stood.

Kes planted her feet and closed her eyes, not that it made much difference anymore but it helped her to concentrate. Fire seemed most effective. He tried to pull her away and she shook him off.

“I have not come here to run.” She told him and fell silent.

Her staff was still in her hand and she pulled forth the fire that seemed to linger within. The flames still scorching her vision. She summoned the power and felt it thread down the line of the staff, setting the wood on fire. From the end of the staff, a line of flame grew in a blazing sweep. A scythe was crafted between her hands as she waited. There were more bootsteps and she waited for them to pass before she swept her weapon through the grasses, setting alight all that it touched with a sweep of fire. Hot as a furnace, she could feel it raging against her face as the skittering devils approached and screamed.

“Now we can run,” she turned on her heel, stumbling and unsteady, without her gaze to guide her steps. She tripped immediately on a thistle wrapped around her foot and fell face first into the grass. Her scythe vanishing, the charred staff left in its wake.

Author: Wendell, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 3:40 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

“You smell magic?” Wendell challenged, amused. “What does magic smell like, exactly?” It was strange to think he could almost laugh in this situation, not knowing what lay ahead.

He walked alongside Kes’tral, freeing her hand once she found her feet again. Another strange flash lit up the sparse smattering of trees, causing the man to take pause once more. Kes’tral had said she smelled magic… maybe she was right? Wendell sniffed the air and instantly felt foolish for it. He looked at Kes’tral side-long, hoping she hadn’t noticed or overheard.

Zip, whoosh, twang. It was not his nose but his ears that served him now, leading the man to realise there was some sort of commotion up ahead, perhaps even a battle. “Uh,” he mouthed, unsure if it was wise to continue forwards.

His hesitation was rewarded when he noticed a lean, wispy woman running towards them from the trees, only thirty or forty metres away from them now. “Uuuhhh!” Wendell sounded, turning quickly, his hand taking up Kes’tral’s once more. “No, nope, nope, no!” He said, or at least thought he had, panic overriding sense. Though it was probably sense that caused his body to take flight. When one sees another fleeing, survival dictates they copy, was that not the rule of pack mentality?

He chanced a look backwards, quick on his feet, even with the tall grass grabbing at his heavy leather boots. “Run!” He shouted, spotting yet again those bone chilling creatures from the void. Why were there so many of them? “Spiders!” He said, “run!” Had they all come here after attacking them two days ago?

We just have to be faster than the stranger behind us, he thought. Better the soul they didn’t know than either of them. “Quick!” He encouraged, worried Kes’tral would try to reach out with her magic to see what her eyes would not show her. “They are gaining on us!”

Author: Terrorsong, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 3:01 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

The now constant sound of the skittering of many legs was making the young woman’s skin crawl, her knuckles whitening as she held her grip on her weapon, the slight shaking in her arms betraying her nervousness at being thrust into her current situation.

Spinning slowly, she scanned the edge of the copse for a target, or maybe a clear space to run from the place of her arrival. Taking a shuffling step towards the edge of the small grove she steeled herself for what was to come, be it beast, insect or otherwise. As if coming to an agreement to move as she herself had done, the first of the wicked little creatures burst forth from its hiding spot.

Six skittering legs, dark flesh and larger than the foxes she’d spent her early childhood playing with, the brief moment of surprise let the creature almost close the distance to her before she loosed her first arrow. Years of experience settling in to guide her shot, skewering the spider like creature with her first shot, pinning it to the ground it had been darting across. “What was that…”

With little more prompting than the words leaving her lips the rest of the creatures kindred began pouring out of the undergrowth, more than the young Elf was expecting, nor was prepared to fight. Plucking another arrow from her quiver she turned and started to run, letting loose at the closest of the creatures rushing towards her. “Out of the squall and into the blizzard huh…” Her second arrow missed its mark, clipping one of the creatures many legs, enough to slow the spider like creature but not enough to kill it.

The Elf’s quick feet carried her to the edge of the copse as the swarm closed on her, another arrow snatched from her quiver, nocked and loosed in a vain attempt to slow the pressing swarm chasing her from the small cluster of trees. As she reached the edge of the trees she pushed from the ground, leaping forward, hand outstretched as she twisted, spinning in the air to turn and face the pursing creatures.

As she leapt through the air she reached out to the side, using her momentum to pull from the atmosphere a small collection of moisture that coalesced in her palm, rapidly freezing before she launched the sphere of near frozen water at the creatures. Landing a little awkwardly she stumbled back a half step before catching her balance and turning on her heel, not waiting to see if her attack had had any effect on the creatures.

“Should have practiced more, stupid, stupid… Never seemed important until I need it huh…” Shaking her head to herself she drew another arrow from her quiver, catching her lower lip between her teeth once more as she throws a glance over her shoulder. ‘There is too many of them to kill myself, did I walk into a nest or something?’ Nocking the arrow, she paused a moment, spinning back as she drew back her bow and fired, the brief pause enough time to sure up her shot and pin another of the disgusting creatures to the ground.

Not giving the dead creature another glace she turned tail and ran once more, darting away from the trees and the pursing mob of spider like beasts. Giving little care for her direction, simply flight from the swarm giving haste to her movement. ‘They’re too close, I have to make some distance or they’re going to overrun me…’

Author: Kes, Posted: Mon Oct 7, 2019 12:51 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

It was strange to be so reliant on another person and Kes knew that she would be forever grateful of Wendy’s help. He could have chosen to leave her in the grasslands, but he had stayed. Things were difficult, and still he stayed. Kes’tral didn’t think it was just because he was unwilling to cross the country by himself either.

They seemed to bicker less, perhaps she was kinder now that she was more reliant on the man. Perhaps they were just exhausted. Wendy insisted she didn’t use her powers in the hope that rest would restore her sight. Kes has agreed, clinging onto the same hope. Although after a pair of days, she felt that such a simple cure was unlikely. It was a fear she hadn’t spoken aloud.

He curled his hand around her arm and she stilled. As directed, Kes bent at the knees and sank down below the grass line. She could feel the strands brushing against her nose. Despite her efforts to hold back her abilities, it was hard to control the automatic search of her senses. A bit like forcing herself to walk around with her eyes closed. Her senses returned a presence and she nodded to Wendy.

“I agree…I think there is help ahead?” She frowned. “Was there magic?” Kes wrinkled her nose, “I smell magic…”

Author: Wendell, Posted: Sun Oct 6, 2019 4:39 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

The pair had been wandering for two days straight, lost in the grasslands. After surviving an attack that still made the man’s guard-hairs stand on end whenever he thought back, they had endured the lose their only means of navigation, misplacing the single compass they shared between them. Of course, finding their way in a strange land, under a blanket of stars they did not recognise and with no landmarks in sight, Wendell and Kes’tral had been forced to walk in a single direction, hoping, praying they would recognise something soon.

Things had been made all the more difficult with Kes’tral’s sudden blindness, something the pair hoped was only temporary, though, seen as the woman had never suffered such before, they had little to go on. Their plan to stay and help fight the creatures pouring from the void, had well and truly backfired. Really, it was a miracle the two of them were still alive after roughing it on the grasslands with very little sleep between them since the attack. Wendell had done his best to sit up and guard the woman of a nighttime, but sleep always found him, whether he willed it or not.

Tired, hungry and lost, a break on the horizon caused the man to take pause, staring in the direction of the copse. A bright flash of light had caught his eye, drawing his attention to the sparse smattering of trees up ahead. The pirate curled his burly fingers about Kes’tral’s right arm, encouraging her to stop without saying a word. Making any form of sound, after all, was proven to be very unwise with everything that was going on. The eldritch creatures seemed to be drawn to noise, though they also made enough of it themselves.

“Duck down,” Wendell whispered. “I saw a light up ahead. There are a few trees, but I see little else,” he explained. It was tricky trying to be someone else’s eyes.

Kes’tral could reach further with her senses than his eyes could see, though they had both agreed it was probably best if she used as little magic as possible, at least until they could speak to someone about her vision loss and whether or not it could be restored.

“I put the copse maybe a hundred metres away,” Wendell said, “we could probably avoid it if we stay low, but it will slow us down,” he admitted.

The man hummed as he mulled over their options, taking Kes’tral’s suggestions into consideration while he was at it. He was tempted to investigate, but did not want to lead Kes’tral into danger, not in her state. As always, the thought of leaving her behind did not bode well with him. Putting any distance between them that would be a strain to close in less than a few strides was, to his mind, needlessly reckless. There was no point in being rash, not now, not having come this far.

If they knew anything, it was that the strange, giant spiders that roamed the plains were drawn to trees. They knew they could manage a few oversized bugs, given their experience with the creatures, but another run in with a Chomper might be their last. That was when the thought struck him. What was it the dark haired girl had said beside the lake while the pair had been chasing horses? Chompers couldn’t use magic and from what the man had seen, nor could the eldritch spiders. He could only then conclude that whoever stalked the trees, might not be a beast at all.

Wendell rose, his hand seeking out Kes’tral’s blindly. “Come,” he said, “I think we may be in luck.”

Author: Terrorsong, Posted: Sun Oct 6, 2019 3:38 AM, Post Subject: [Event] A Sudden Arrival [R]

A flash of bright blue is the first sign something is wrong within the small copse of trees within the Plains of Bohar. “….do you mean right n-“ The sound of a body impacting the ground cuts off whatever was being said as a young woman impacts the ground as the flash of light dissipates. Giving a faint groan the Elvish woman pushed herself to her knees as she peered about the small gathering of nature that was her current surroundings, her narrow brow raising all the more at the drastic change in scenery.

From above a faint hoot draws the girl’s attention upward to a branch over head where a snowy white owl has alighted itself. The alarm that had been growing in the woman’s features calmed almost immediately upon spotting her feathery companion, a small smile even managing to work its way onto her soft blue lips. “Well at least she didn’t send me alone…”

Taking a deep breath she pushes up, bouncing back onto her feet before dusting off her clothing, while common clothes for her homeland, the soft furs tightly bundled about her form giving the impression she has certainly come from somewhere substantially colder. “Well Snowdrop, what have I gotten us into now hrm?”

Reaching up the young woman tugged down the fur-lined hood of her travel cloak to expose her face to the sunlight filtering down through the sparse canopy above the gaze of her glowing pale lilac eyes reaching heavenward. “We’re a long way from home now Snow…” A moment passed before she shifted on her feet, hands moving to the bow tucked under her cloak, fingers dancing across the pale white wood as she carefully slipped it free from her form and got it ready to use.

Glancing about as her hands moved she called out to her companion, bow deftly brought to bear and quiver resting in the small of her back checked. “Snow, can you check our surroundings, we’re going to have to get a heading and find uh… Civilization I guess… Middle of nowhere… Thanks Mother…” A faint hoot left the Snowy bird of prey as it pushed back into the air, to do as the Elf had asked.

Dropping her gaze from the Snowy Owl flying over head to the edge of the tree line and around her she bit her lower lip, trying to come to terms with her current situation in a strange land. Her thoughts drifting as her fingers plucked a single white feathered arrow from her quiver. She muttered faintly under her breath. “Just where did she send me…”

The moment of quiet lingered as she cocked her head, tilting a pointed ear, straining her sense to try and pick up anything beyond the sounds of nature around her. Brows furrowing once more she glanced back to where her Owl had been, eyes narrowing as she notched the arrow and drew ready to fire.

A faint skittering reached the Elf woman’s ears, not a sound the young woman was accustomed to, setting her on edge once more in this strange land. It was then that she noticed the near invisible strands of thread running through some of the tree’s branches, the dark shadows darting across the edge of her vision and the lack of the normal sounds of nature. No bird song, the stillness in the air that hadn’t changed since her arrival. It seemed the magic her mother had used wasn’t the cause, and the growing sense of unease in her stomach told her that the spell had drawn the attention of someone, or something unwanted….