On Higher Ground
"Damn bandits," Devlin muttered as he struggled to get up. Somehow he had a feeling that this was an ambush, but he totally ignored his instincts. Now he and his crew were pushed out of their mounts and surrounded. Despite the thug's threats, the Lyrandar Captain maintained a calm facade, he had been through worse combat situations and fought more disgusting enemies during the Last War.
He was surveying his opponents when Rothaide spoke out. "Please. Mother Boldrei's love know no bound," the elf priestess pleaded as she held up the holy symbol the goddess. "We come for you, my child..."
Suddenly, strands of mists appeared out of nowhere, covering the priestess. The wispy strands of smoke stretched out thicker and longer, obscuring the whole area.
The bandits howled and cursed as the smoke enveloped them. Devlin stared at the one who greeted them, smiled as he stepped into the white mist.
"Rothaide must be trying to protect us," the half-elf muttered. "The bandits might not see us, but we're no good inside here as well."
Devlin wasn't sure if the priestess would be able to handle herself in combat. But he confident that Rourke would manage.
"Let's take a better view of this situation," Devlin thought to himself. He took out a piece of golden wire and began to mutter a familiar incantation. As he intoned the arcane syllables, he gently bent the wire into a cup shape with a long shank at one end.
Slowly, the Lyrandar captain began float upwards. He could hear the bandits shouting at each other, trying desperately to coordinate their attack from inside the mist. No one seemed to notice that he was gone.
As soon as Devlin completed his spell, he found himself standing in mid-air several feet above the mist. Looking down, he can see the elf priestess's cloud covering most of the land.
He was surveying his opponents when Rothaide spoke out. "Please. Mother Boldrei's love know no bound," the elf priestess pleaded as she held up the holy symbol the goddess. "We come for you, my child..."
Suddenly, strands of mists appeared out of nowhere, covering the priestess. The wispy strands of smoke stretched out thicker and longer, obscuring the whole area.
The bandits howled and cursed as the smoke enveloped them. Devlin stared at the one who greeted them, smiled as he stepped into the white mist.
"Rothaide must be trying to protect us," the half-elf muttered. "The bandits might not see us, but we're no good inside here as well."
Devlin wasn't sure if the priestess would be able to handle herself in combat. But he confident that Rourke would manage.
"Let's take a better view of this situation," Devlin thought to himself. He took out a piece of golden wire and began to mutter a familiar incantation. As he intoned the arcane syllables, he gently bent the wire into a cup shape with a long shank at one end.
Slowly, the Lyrandar captain began float upwards. He could hear the bandits shouting at each other, trying desperately to coordinate their attack from inside the mist. No one seemed to notice that he was gone.
As soon as Devlin completed his spell, he found himself standing in mid-air several feet above the mist. Looking down, he can see the elf priestess's cloud covering most of the land.
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