Did we lose the other two?
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Faen looks down at her hands then up and around at something only she can see. Her look of consternation belies the satisfaction that she was able to do something with the confused magical energies. She looks at the dwarf then the soldier, "Well I for one have decided I've done my duty and will seek my fortune in a place far removed from this damnable battle...."
Yikes!
Faen frowns as her solid hit doesn't seem to phase the undead solider, deciding to take an different tack. Taking a page from the example of the other magic users she saw in the battle, she draws upon the heat of the sand and air, attempts to manifest fire with which to burn down her unnatural foe...
Hearing a commotion close behind her, Faen turns to see one of the risen just turning away to assail a dwarf...bearing the arms of Ankhu. Faen shrugs, as she said, they were all in this battle together... She heft her spear, but wields it like a staff, attempting to brain the unnatural creature...
Faen stumbles into the surf with the other conscripts, lurching onto shore scowling as the 'sergeants' whip the company into some semblance of order. She sets herself ready for combat when the strange green orb appears. Frowning, she watches as it rains down it's magic, wondering at the artificer that crafted such a thing. Only when the dead begin to rise up against the living does all of their predicament come to the fore. Such power, assuming it's the Ankhu wizard-priests work, against friend and foe. She shakes her head at the wrongness of it all, then shouts to her 'comrades' to rally together, for only together were they going to survive to see the rest of the day.
Not sure...but are those of us that were in the boat...still in the boat? Also, can I assume all of Faen's starting gear is gone for good?
Her head still pounding from the sudden sunlight, Faen grits her teeth as she realizes she's been press-ganged into the blighted Hastian army!! A fist clenches as she begins to gather her power and strike out...but then a bundle of padded armor hits her in the chest and she realizes that her situation is frightfully, uncomfortably unavoidable. Relaxing her gathering of power, she nods as the soldier outlines her fate...typical City-State nonesense....have others fight their battles for them! Looking out across the surf, she recognized the coast of Ankhu, wondering what petty-noble's ambitions she was furthering today. Rocking easily with the launches movement through the surf, she puts the padding over her torso, ruefully wondering where her fine rapier had got to. Probably adoring the hip of some Hastian prick. Ah, just another reason to hate the bastards.
Sorry missed that this was up..do you want us to respond in spoilers for now?
Here's my sylvan elf... mostly done, need to add fluff and read up on Magic... |