Pulling up the hood to her cloak, Freja walks through the town while scanning everything around her. As she hurriedly makes her way towards the Drowning Wrench, her head low, the only thing seen of her under the hood are the shadows dancing across her lips.
Blowing in the chaotic wind - like she had seen it so many times before in her dreams - the sign to the Drowning Wrench hangs in front of her. Making her way forward, Freja plasters her back to the wall and inches to the opened door slowly. Trying to make out what is happening, she leans forward ever-so-slightly to peer inside. The sight before her includes five men keeping who she assumes to be the innkeeper and his children hostage. Closer to the door a young girl stands facing another man; a sudden tension in her head reveals that she found what she was looking for. The girl suddenly screams “leave me alone” and runs towards the stairs; leaving Freja to frantically think of a way to get inside.
Scanning the room for the source lighting up the space; Freja makes out ten lanterns running along the walls. Looking in the direction of each one, she blows gently - as if snuffing out a birthday candle- and distinguishes the torches one by one; leaving the room in darkness. Closing her eyes, she begins to create the image of the malicious eye in her mind; concentrating until it gets clearer and clearer. Grasping the image tightly, she opens her eyes and taps into the current of her orb; creating an illusion of the spectral evil in front of the men. Splitting her mind in two and balling her hand into a fist, she holds the image in place with one half; hovering before them in the darkness. With the remaining half, she conjures a sinister voice that makes the hairs on her own back stand tall and begins to speak through it; snarling the words, “this one is mine” to the men. Taking the chance of their distraction to make it into the Inn and towards the stairs, she turns back as she is half way up and the mirage vanishes as she releases her fist; a low grumble echoing off the walls with it to mask her footsteps.
Sariya rocks back and forth on her heels a few times before carelessly letting herself fall backwards. "Well first of all I think we need to get our hands on some of those unusual man crafted twigs they use to open these cages" she was scared and worried but she didnt want Alexis or the other girls to see, she had to to brave for them. she tugged at the vines wrapped around her legs as a thousand thoughts raced through her tired mind. How were they going to escape? She wasnt going to leave a single girl behind but how could she save them all without any of them getting hurt. she knew she couldn't fight all the men by herself but there must be another way. perhaps she could call upon an animal. but what if they get hurt to she couldnt bear the thought. she shakes her head. Be strong Sariya. Putting on a brave face she moves her attention back to Alexis "Whatever we do we should do it at night and perhaps its time for a little more magic" with a smirk she allows purple and green flames to dance in her palm and around her fingers. Suddenly a chilling scream erups and a streak of light shoots through the sky illuminating it in a sickly purple. Like a firework, the streak explodes high in the sky with a deafening boom, leaving a purple lidless eye watching from the sky. For a second Sariya looks down at her hand Did i just do that..? she had powers yes but nothing like this. She scrambles to her feet hands clutching the iron bars tightly, her eyes glued to the sky "Whatever we do, I think we need to do it soon"
the next few seconds slow down as if played in slow motion...
Eyes wide with shock, the dirty sellswords walking towards you are lifted off their feet and thrown backwards. the feeble winds of magic dance around your outstretched hands, your clothes ripple with a force that pushes that other way and for a heartbeat all the little dust particles in the inn are lifted from whatever surface they lay on as the thunderous force erupts from you.
time speeds up again and everyone in front of you is on the floor, groaning and cursing -they try to get back up on there feet but struggle. You quickly tell the inn keep to run, he is as dazed as the rest but grateful for your help. You head for your room, while darkness begins to fill the lower level of the inn...
A blast like thunder erupts from the roof top you just jumped from, in sends a small tremble through the ground. seconds before a girl had scream - "leave me alone!"
Looking north east, you can see that the keep was close, 5-10 mins perhaps and you could be within the walls, people flooded through the open gates now. Looking to the west you can now see the town guard, no more than poorly trained militia, holding the invaders at choke points. Even though the guard had the better positioning, they would soon be overrun, their numbers to thin and skills too novice.
Cosima looks to the keep....doing a quick but thorough scan to make sure no-one was being left behind and needed help- seeing as this was her main reason for actually going to the keep in the first place. Not to run, or out of fear, but to be a helping hand for the vulnerable in need.
Her quick scan convinces her that there was no apparent situation that required her attention.
She turns west, head low and legs fast, jumping from the rooftops.
Very soon, the town guard was directly in her view, about 500m to her left. Cosima crouches low, bolts and springs onto the large tree across the rooftop. She very quickly and swiftly pulls herself up, standing firmly on a thick branch with her back to the trunk.
Cosima removes her large crossbow, and fits it smugly in her palm. She hooks 3 arrows and looks to the sky. At seeing the purple eye watching, the corner of her mouth twitches. "Watch this *****" she whispers, as her golden eyes focus, her hand pulls back, and she swiftly releases the 3 arrows towards the invaders.
Alexis and the other girls flinch at the unexpected sound.
"Another attack Sayria! They will be taking more girls and bringing them here to lock them up." She stands looking around franticaly. "You are right, we must act now, we need to stop the attack or trick them or go to the village and help them fight!" She pulls a branch through the iron bars, holding it like some master forge sword, a look of determination on her face.
"ARRRRRRGHHH!!!" The leader final makes it to his feet, his face red and sleek with sweat..
"I DONT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU WITCH!" he bellows at an empty spot where your mirage was a few seconds before. "THAT LITTLE ***** IS MINE! ILL GUT YOU FROM CROTCH TO CHEST, YOU HEAR ME GIRL!!!" he screams in rage. "NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF WARDER AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE!!"
With that he storms up the stairs, oblivious to you.
The bolts from your crossbow fly true, over the thinning lines of guard straight into the chest of a sellswords, the second into the neck of another and the last bouncing of a shield.
Even with your efforts the guard are pushed back and there lines break, retreating back to the keep. One sees you as he passes your position. "Fall back to- argh!" He manages before a stray arrow catches him in the back, bursting out the front of his tunic. He falls to his knees, blood splurting from his mouth and behind him- Greenest burns.
As soon as Cosima see's the arrow hit the guard, she jumps down from the tree and rushes to his side.
Cosima picks up the fallen guard's shield and loops it over her neck and straight across her back, protecting her from any flying arrows coming from behind. She swiftly removes some Saigon (wild herb used to reduce pain in wounds) from her satchel. Although in an ideal circumstance, this would be applied directly to the wound, Cosima knew it was too dangerous to attempt it out in the open. She bit at the herb breaking it up, "CHEW" before pushing it into the guards mouth.
"Up" she yells at the guard, slinging his arm around her shoulder and helping him to his feet.
As she moves them in the direction of the keep, she searches for another guard to carry the wounded man at her side. "HE NEEDS HELP" she yells as she feels the heat of Greenest burning and curses under her breath.
As soon as Cosima see's the arrow hit the guard, she jumps down from the tree and rushes to his side.
Cosima picks up the fallen guard's shield and loops it over her neck and straight across her back, protecting her from any flying arrows coming from behind. She swiftly removes some Saigon (wild herb used to reduce pain in wounds) from her satchel. Although in an ideal circumstance, this would be applied directly to the wound, Cosima knew it was too dangerous to attempt it out in the open. She bit at the herb breaking it up, "CHEW" before pushing it into the guards mouth.
"Up" she yells at the guard, slinging his arm around her shoulder and helping him to his feet.
As she moves them in the direction of the keep, she searches for another guard to carry the wounded man at her side. "HE NEEDS HELP" she yells as she feels the heat of Greenest burning and curses under her breath.
STENGTH 19
MEDICINE 22
The guard stares at you wide eyed as he struggled to breath, blood already filling his lungs. Pain blankets his face as you push the Saigon into his mouth.
You immediately begin to see the effects of the herb, the guard begins to relax, pain no longer tearing at his face- although it would do little for his wound, it considerable lowers the agony that rippled through his body.
With his arm around your shoulder he struggles to he feet, his body weakening from the loss of blood. He was heavy and limp but you managed to carry majority of his weight and begin towards the keep. To slow.. you can hear the invades moving closer through the town behind you, the screams of those to stubborn to leave there homes teasing you..
"HE NEEDS HELP" she yells as she feels the heat of Greenest burning and curses under her breath.
A guard 100m in-front of you who has retreating to the keep turns and squints at you through the smoke. He looks behind you hesitating but reluctantly he quickly makes his way towards you.
He drops his spear before reaching you and takes the other should of the man- "Sarg?! ****- Sarg you alright?!" The well built but young boy turns to you- "is he going to die?!" A heavy arrow lodges itself deep into the shield on your back, the impact sending a painful jar through your body, he stares at you wide eye in fear.."...were all going to ******* dieeeee!!"
Bursting into the room, mera grabs her bag and hastily opens the windows before scurrying under the bed. She could barely hear anything over her heavy breathing as she lays there hugging her bag. Closing her eyes, she picks a thread from her cuff and creates a symbol with it ‘procidat deceptionem’. Upon opening them, she conjures a set of footprints leading to the window sill and over, relying on the sound of the commotion and the man’s anger to hide her.
Cosima braces from the impact and glares at the guard "Shut up, we are not going to die!" She yanks his shield from beside him and loops it up over his neck and back, moving the wounded guard beside him.
"Here, give him more when he needs it" she shoves more saigon into his hand. She looks at him deeply, her golden eyes shimmering "Just MOVE and dont STOP" she points in the direction of the keep.
Cosima runs to the side, jumps and hitches herself up onto the closest roof. She quickly scans finding the darkest spot and kneels. Head down and shield covering her back, she puts her bow in place and fires her arrows.
One after the next, she fires her arrows in the direction opposite the guards, praying that she could hold the invaders from this spot just long enough for them to reach safety.
Cosima feels the heat and curses for the second time in minutes. Stringing an arrow again, she hums softly and coldy, and releases.
"I DONT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU WITCH!" Bellows the man downstairs. "THAT LITTLE ***** IS MINE! ILL GUT YOU FROM CROTCH TO CHEST, YOU HEAR ME GIRL!!!" he screams in rage. "NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF WARDER AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE!!"
"Oh, for goodness sake", Freja rolls her eyes, irritated at the man interrupting her plan, before breaking into a grin - she didn't mind the challenge, in fact; she loved the fun of it. Stopping in her place, she looks down towards the bottom of the steps where she expects him to soon be and then back to the top of the stairs, to see the girl round the corner. "I guess you'll just have to wait," she murmurs to herself about the girl.
"Right", she rubs her hands together, "lets have some fun," she snickers; a malicious plan forming in her mind.
Looking for the dimmest area on the steps, she conceals herself in the shadows - hoping her black cloak works to her advantage as she waits patiently for the man to come up the stairs.
When he is close enough, Freja steps out, her hood low and utters five words before he can register she is there - a mischievous smile permanently plastered on her face.
"Stop, be quiet...and undress," She commands him, her voice mockingly sweet as she brings a finger to her lips in a shushing motion.
Pulling up the hood to her cloak, Freja walks through the town while scanning everything around her. As she hurriedly makes her way towards the Drowning Wrench, her head low, the only thing seen of her under the hood are the shadows dancing across her lips.
Blowing in the chaotic wind - like she had seen it so many times before in her dreams - the sign to the Drowning Wrench hangs in front of her. Making her way forward, Freja plasters her back to the wall and inches to the opened door slowly. Trying to make out what is happening, she leans forward ever-so-slightly to peer inside. The sight before her includes five men keeping who she assumes to be the innkeeper and his children hostage. Closer to the door a young girl stands facing another man; a sudden tension in her head reveals that she found what she was looking for. The girl suddenly screams “leave me alone” and runs towards the stairs; leaving Freja to frantically think of a way to get inside.
Scanning the room for the source lighting up the space; Freja makes out ten lanterns running along the walls. Looking in the direction of each one, she blows gently - as if snuffing out a birthday candle- and distinguishes the torches one by one; leaving the room in darkness. Closing her eyes, she begins to create the image of the malicious eye in her mind; concentrating until it gets clearer and clearer. Grasping the image tightly, she opens her eyes and taps into the current of her orb; creating an illusion of the spectral evil in front of the men. Splitting her mind in two and balling her hand into a fist, she holds the image in place with one half; hovering before them in the darkness. With the remaining half, she conjures a sinister voice that makes the hairs on her own back stand tall and begins to speak through it; snarling the words, “this one is mine” to the men. Taking the chance of their distraction to make it into the Inn and towards the stairs, she turns back as she is half way up and the mirage vanishes as she releases her fist; a low grumble echoing off the walls with it to mask her footsteps.
Princess Freja
Sariya rocks back and forth on her heels a few times before carelessly letting herself fall backwards.
"Well first of all I think we need to get our hands on some of those unusual man crafted twigs they use to open these cages" she was scared and worried but she didnt want Alexis or the other girls to see, she had to to brave for them. she tugged at the vines wrapped around her legs as a thousand thoughts raced through her tired mind. How were they going to escape? She wasnt going to leave a single girl behind but how could she save them all without any of them getting hurt. she knew she couldn't fight all the men by herself but there must be another way. perhaps she could call upon an animal. but what if they get hurt to she couldnt bear the thought. she shakes her head. Be strong Sariya. Putting on a brave face she moves her attention back to Alexis "Whatever we do we should do it at night and perhaps its time for a little more magic" with a smirk she allows purple and green flames to dance in her palm and around her fingers.
Suddenly a chilling scream erups and a streak of light shoots through the sky illuminating it in a sickly purple. Like a firework, the streak explodes high in the sky with a deafening boom, leaving a purple lidless eye watching from the sky. For a second Sariya looks down at her hand Did i just do that..? she had powers yes but nothing like this. She scrambles to her feet hands clutching the iron bars tightly, her eyes glued to the sky "Whatever we do, I think we need to do it soon"
Mera
the next few seconds slow down as if played in slow motion...
Eyes wide with shock, the dirty sellswords walking towards you are lifted off their feet and thrown backwards. the feeble winds of magic dance around your outstretched hands, your clothes ripple with a force that pushes that other way and for a heartbeat all the little dust particles in the inn are lifted from whatever surface they lay on as the thunderous force erupts from you.
time speeds up again and everyone in front of you is on the floor, groaning and cursing -they try to get back up on there feet but struggle. You quickly tell the inn keep to run, he is as dazed as the rest but grateful for your help. You head for your room, while darkness begins to fill the lower level of the inn...
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Cosima
A blast like thunder erupts from the roof top you just jumped from, in sends a small tremble through the ground. seconds before a girl had scream - "leave me alone!"
Looking north east, you can see that the keep was close, 5-10 mins perhaps and you could be within the walls, people flooded through the open gates now. Looking to the west you can now see the town guard, no more than poorly trained militia, holding the invaders at choke points. Even though the guard had the better positioning, they would soon be overrun, their numbers to thin and skills too novice.
Do you continue heading to the keep?
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Cosima looks to the keep....doing a quick but thorough scan to make sure no-one was being left behind and needed help- seeing as this was her main reason for actually going to the keep in the first place. Not to run, or out of fear, but to be a helping hand for the vulnerable in need.
Her quick scan convinces her that there was no apparent situation that required her attention.
She turns west, head low and legs fast, jumping from the rooftops.
Very soon, the town guard was directly in her view, about 500m to her left. Cosima crouches low, bolts and springs onto the large tree across the rooftop. She very quickly and swiftly pulls herself up, standing firmly on a thick branch with her back to the trunk.
Cosima removes her large crossbow, and fits it smugly in her palm. She hooks 3 arrows and looks to the sky. At seeing the purple eye watching, the corner of her mouth twitches. "Watch this *****" she whispers, as her golden eyes focus, her hand pulls back, and she swiftly releases the 3 arrows towards the invaders.
15
Cosima
Alexis and the other girls flinch at the unexpected sound.
"Another attack Sayria! They will be taking more girls and bringing them here to lock them up." She stands looking around franticaly. "You are right, we must act now, we need to stop the attack or trick them or go to the village and help them fight!" She pulls a branch through the iron bars, holding it like some master forge sword, a look of determination on her face.
She looks to you and nods "lets do this."
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Freja
"ARRRRRRGHHH!!!" The leader final makes it to his feet, his face red and sleek with sweat..
"I DONT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU WITCH!" he bellows at an empty spot where your mirage was a few seconds before. "THAT LITTLE ***** IS MINE! ILL GUT YOU FROM CROTCH TO CHEST, YOU HEAR ME GIRL!!!" he screams in rage. "NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF WARDER AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE!!"
With that he storms up the stairs, oblivious to you.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
COSIMA
The bolts from your crossbow fly true, over the thinning lines of guard straight into the chest of a sellswords, the second into the neck of another and the last bouncing of a shield.
Even with your efforts the guard are pushed back and there lines break, retreating back to the keep. One sees you as he passes your position. "Fall back to- argh!" He manages before a stray arrow catches him in the back, bursting out the front of his tunic. He falls to his knees, blood splurting from his mouth and behind him- Greenest burns.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
As soon as Cosima see's the arrow hit the guard, she jumps down from the tree and rushes to his side.
Cosima picks up the fallen guard's shield and loops it over her neck and straight across her back, protecting her from any flying arrows coming from behind. She swiftly removes some Saigon (wild herb used to reduce pain in wounds) from her satchel. Although in an ideal circumstance, this would be applied directly to the wound, Cosima knew it was too dangerous to attempt it out in the open. She bit at the herb breaking it up, "CHEW" before pushing it into the guards mouth.
"Up" she yells at the guard, slinging his arm around her shoulder and helping him to his feet.
As she moves them in the direction of the keep, she searches for another guard to carry the wounded man at her side. "HE NEEDS HELP" she yells as she feels the heat of Greenest burning and curses under her breath.
STENGTH 18
MEDICINE 6
Cosima
The guard stares at you wide eyed as he struggled to breath, blood already filling his lungs. Pain blankets his face as you push the Saigon into his mouth.
You immediately begin to see the effects of the herb, the guard begins to relax, pain no longer tearing at his face- although it would do little for his wound, it considerable lowers the agony that rippled through his body.
With his arm around your shoulder he struggles to he feet, his body weakening from the loss of blood. He was heavy and limp but you managed to carry majority of his weight and begin towards the keep. To slow.. you can hear the invades moving closer through the town behind you, the screams of those to stubborn to leave there homes teasing you..
"HE NEEDS HELP" she yells as she feels the heat of Greenest burning and curses under her breath.
A guard 100m in-front of you who has retreating to the keep turns and squints at you through the smoke. He looks behind you hesitating but reluctantly he quickly makes his way towards you.
He drops his spear before reaching you and takes the other should of the man- "Sarg?! ****- Sarg you alright?!" The well built but young boy turns to you- "is he going to die?!" A heavy arrow lodges itself deep into the shield on your back, the impact sending a painful jar through your body, he stares at you wide eye in fear.."...were all going to ******* dieeeee!!"
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Bursting into the room, mera grabs her bag and hastily opens the windows before scurrying under the bed. She could barely hear anything over her heavy breathing as she lays there hugging her bag. Closing her eyes, she picks a thread from her cuff and creates a symbol with it ‘procidat deceptionem’. Upon opening them, she conjures a set of footprints leading to the window sill and over, relying on the sound of the commotion and the man’s anger to hide her.
[mera is casting the cantrip minor illusion]
mera- haunted one
Cosima braces from the impact and glares at the guard "Shut up, we are not going to die!" She yanks his shield from beside him and loops it up over his neck and back, moving the wounded guard beside him.
"Here, give him more when he needs it" she shoves more saigon into his hand. She looks at him deeply, her golden eyes shimmering "Just MOVE and dont STOP" she points in the direction of the keep.
Cosima runs to the side, jumps and hitches herself up onto the closest roof. She quickly scans finding the darkest spot and kneels. Head down and shield covering her back, she puts her bow in place and fires her arrows.
One after the next, she fires her arrows in the direction opposite the guards, praying that she could hold the invaders from this spot just long enough for them to reach safety.
Cosima feels the heat and curses for the second time in minutes. Stringing an arrow again, she hums softly and coldy, and releases.
STRENGTH 8
ATHLETICS 8
INSIGHT 6
Cosima
"I DONT TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU WITCH!" Bellows the man downstairs. "THAT LITTLE ***** IS MINE! ILL GUT YOU FROM CROTCH TO CHEST, YOU HEAR ME GIRL!!!" he screams in rage. "NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OUT OF WARDER AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE!!"
"Oh, for goodness sake", Freja rolls her eyes, irritated at the man interrupting her plan, before breaking into a grin - she didn't mind the challenge, in fact; she loved the fun of it. Stopping in her place, she looks down towards the bottom of the steps where she expects him to soon be and then back to the top of the stairs, to see the girl round the corner. "I guess you'll just have to wait," she murmurs to herself about the girl.
"Right", she rubs her hands together, "lets have some fun," she snickers; a malicious plan forming in her mind.
Looking for the dimmest area on the steps, she conceals herself in the shadows - hoping her black cloak works to her advantage as she waits patiently for the man to come up the stairs.
When he is close enough, Freja steps out, her hood low and utters five words before he can register she is there - a mischievous smile permanently plastered on her face.
"Stop, be quiet...and undress," She commands him, her voice mockingly sweet as she brings a finger to her lips in a shushing motion.
casting command
His saving throw roll - 22
Princess Freja
Cosima is rolling for 10 separate arrows. She is aiming at the invaders that are behind the guards that she is trying to help.
10
6
21
18
9
9
10
21
5
22
Cosima