Mists and Cloaked Figures
The mist concealed almost everything. The afternoon sunlight gaved it a shimmering effect which on better days would have been suffice for mundane amusement. It swirled about as it catches movement. It did not hide however the sounds the crew and the inflicted made as they find their bearings inside.
Caught by surprise at the appearance of the worm creature, Rothaide was completely appalled at what was happening. This is insanity. She cried out to herself. We did not come here to execute the sick. Her faith and creed resolute. But it worried her more at how the muscular man who attacked her appeared. What were those vile spider web marks on the man's veins. It was something she had not witnessed from the crew of the Eglantine.
She turns about instinctively straining to see past the cover of the mist even though fully aware that the divine magic obscured all sight. She picks up her frock and prepares to make a run for safety.
Rothaide made her way thru the obscuring mists. It was easy for her to do determine which way to move to so since she was the one who cast the spell. But knowing where to move and eventually get there were two different things. She carefully made her way thru the fog and managed to avoid the horses behind her.
A feral scream makes her look back thru the mist though as one of the thugs runs out of the mists and towards her with his club raised high in attack. Suddenly, an arm snakes out of the mists and pulls the man back into it. A second later, another scream erupts from one of the thugs, but this one was one of pain, thru the breaks in the mists the man can be seen clutching his head.
Still, another few seconds later a cloaked figure could be seen running up the ashworm’s body and towards the grappled thug. The new arrival manages to avoid the construct’s tail attack and get close to the rampaging thug.
“Enough of this foolishness, Urfo.”
Something suddenly flashes from the new arrival’s right hand and thrusts it into the raging thug’s head. A piercing scream erupts from the grappled man before he slumps unconscious on the ashworm’s grip.
The cloaked figure then jumped back to the ground and once more gets shrouded by the concealing mists.
* * *
In his sandform, Rourke managed to track the movement of everyone in the area. He sensed the half-elf suddenly leave the ground and move up into the air. He felt the footsteps of Rothaide as she ran away from their attackers. He knew where each of their attackers were and sensed as one of the thugs following after the elven cleric. Before he could do anything, he sensed the sudden presence of another person. Sudden, as if he wasn’t there one moment, and there the next. The trail of the pursuing thug passed by the newcomer and a second later Rourke could feel the body of the thug down on the ground. The warmage follow the movement of the newcomer as he rushed to and fro the battlefield and sensed the body of the thugs fall wherever he reached them.
* * *
From where Devlin was levitating he could see the whole battlefield though somewhat obscured by the mists, the occasional draft of the wind allowed him a good vantage point of the area. He saw Rothaide exit the mists on the southeast side of the mists. He was about to call on the elven cleric when he caught something on the other end of the mists. A cloaked figure jumped on the ashworm. From the higher point of view, Devlin could see the features of the new arrival – he appeared human, likewise showing signs of those afflicted by the plague but lacking the black veins, which were. That was all the half-elf captain managed to see before the obscuring mists once again swallowed the man.
Caught by surprise at the appearance of the worm creature, Rothaide was completely appalled at what was happening. This is insanity. She cried out to herself. We did not come here to execute the sick. Her faith and creed resolute. But it worried her more at how the muscular man who attacked her appeared. What were those vile spider web marks on the man's veins. It was something she had not witnessed from the crew of the Eglantine.
She turns about instinctively straining to see past the cover of the mist even though fully aware that the divine magic obscured all sight. She picks up her frock and prepares to make a run for safety.
Rothaide made her way thru the obscuring mists. It was easy for her to do determine which way to move to so since she was the one who cast the spell. But knowing where to move and eventually get there were two different things. She carefully made her way thru the fog and managed to avoid the horses behind her.
A feral scream makes her look back thru the mist though as one of the thugs runs out of the mists and towards her with his club raised high in attack. Suddenly, an arm snakes out of the mists and pulls the man back into it. A second later, another scream erupts from one of the thugs, but this one was one of pain, thru the breaks in the mists the man can be seen clutching his head.
Still, another few seconds later a cloaked figure could be seen running up the ashworm’s body and towards the grappled thug. The new arrival manages to avoid the construct’s tail attack and get close to the rampaging thug.
“Enough of this foolishness, Urfo.”
Something suddenly flashes from the new arrival’s right hand and thrusts it into the raging thug’s head. A piercing scream erupts from the grappled man before he slumps unconscious on the ashworm’s grip.
The cloaked figure then jumped back to the ground and once more gets shrouded by the concealing mists.
In his sandform, Rourke managed to track the movement of everyone in the area. He sensed the half-elf suddenly leave the ground and move up into the air. He felt the footsteps of Rothaide as she ran away from their attackers. He knew where each of their attackers were and sensed as one of the thugs following after the elven cleric. Before he could do anything, he sensed the sudden presence of another person. Sudden, as if he wasn’t there one moment, and there the next. The trail of the pursuing thug passed by the newcomer and a second later Rourke could feel the body of the thug down on the ground. The warmage follow the movement of the newcomer as he rushed to and fro the battlefield and sensed the body of the thugs fall wherever he reached them.
From where Devlin was levitating he could see the whole battlefield though somewhat obscured by the mists, the occasional draft of the wind allowed him a good vantage point of the area. He saw Rothaide exit the mists on the southeast side of the mists. He was about to call on the elven cleric when he caught something on the other end of the mists. A cloaked figure jumped on the ashworm. From the higher point of view, Devlin could see the features of the new arrival – he appeared human, likewise showing signs of those afflicted by the plague but lacking the black veins, which were. That was all the half-elf captain managed to see before the obscuring mists once again swallowed the man.
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