He glanced at them watching the little ones climb atop shoulders. He felt out of place for a moment like a stick in the mud to be sure. He heard Percy's words and was about to contradict her but instead shut his mouth. A lot could go wrong like that, but it wasnt his place to say at the moment. Instead he laid his ears back, and lashed his tail.
Lets us go hunt down a patrol or something then yes yes?" He said patting Mule then mounting his very best good friend.
Vashti's eyes narrow as she steels her heart for the bloodshed ahead.
She didn't normally condone killing, but there was to much at stake, to many lives at risk. She could handle a little weight on her soul for the deaths ahead.
She could handle the weight of sending that "women" personally to Pharasma for judgment.
Pharasma's embrace awaits. Let us send some souls to the Boneyard for judgment. Play for now little ones, we have work ahead.
In a move that may surprise some, Percy actually bows her head and spreads her arms. multicolored light that has become synonymous with our chaos bolts ripples down her arms. She brings her hands together ceremonially, then softly intones a short prayer in Sylvan, the language of nature and animals.
Lord Imbrex, he who is called The Twins, grant us power to cleanse this world of ones who would make families suffer, to protect house and home from the vandal.
She then lifts her head and smiles.
"Hey, uh Gorgeous. Who's Lord Imbrex?"
He is called The Twin, and is among the great powers of the Eldest. I pay homage to him as the source of my power, even if it's not as direct a relationship as Mommy's.
"The Twin, huh. Dat makes sense. I like learnin' new stuff about ya."
Then pay attention, my good Hobbes. There's a lot to learn! She grins and the fires on her arms die down and recede into the cracks in her flesh.
"I am, Fireflower. You should tell me more after we kick some butt."
Perhaps the past couple of days had taken their toll on Neverhome, for the fireshow directly above his head didn't seem to warrant much reaction from him.
"... One of Eldest, so there's more?"
The Eldest are the Gods of the First World. There are many, including Babba Yaga herself. Imbrex is my chosen lord, but others include The Lantern King, The Lost Prince, and Shyka the Many. They are able to reshape the First World at a whim and are so much more mysterious than this world's boring gods.
Slightly twitching at the Crone Queen's name he'll flatly respond back to Percy, "Dearest Grandmother is Eldest? No more interest.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me there are more of these Elders. Beings of magic that exist outside of time...doesn't seem so strange they could reshape this world. That's what is beautiful about magic. There's millions of spells and any of them could make the difference." The elf seems more in his element as they do this search.
"I do wonder who will be the guards and who will be merchants/entertainers or whatever." He does seem uncomfortable with the latter.
"This one and Sigrun look the part so we shall be the guards."
Allie looked at the world from Sigrun's height. Interested in what she could see now, she stays quiet as Percy explains her diety, waiting for the word "FLAME ON!"
After some time, a group of humans marches purposefully down the unmarked path back toward the Pale Tower. Six armored men surround an unarmored woman. All are clad in matching blue uniforms.
Hobbes will start with a shot from his bow per Vashti's plan. He targets the closest guard.
Percy pops up and smiles. Vashti had placed them prefectly. She envelops their left flank in fire without catching either her allies or the unknown woman in the center!
She then takes a step back so her sister can fire from the same window.
He had been in the snow leaning low atop Mule who was helpfully laying down as low as possible, at the flaring of fire he patting the noble stallions neck gripping his naginata and kicking Mule into motion.
Sigrun jumps up, the lucerne hammer lashing out to strike at the man in front of her from 10 ft away.
Neverhome will take a step forward and attack the one Sigrun went after.
Zses squints his eyes* while he stares at what he thinks to be the head of the guards.
That...is a really ridiculous helmet.
*
The elf seems more calm than he has the rest of the entire trip, his hand crackling with ice crystals, an even colder wind wraps around the blade, ice traveling up the pommel as he steps forward.
Vashti calmly moves in and brushes her hand against the man directly to her front, shield at the ready to ward off blows.
The ambush is brutally effective, and nobody escapes unscathed. The only uninjured guard is staggered by Vashti's touch, and Eredhaias straight-up decapitates his opponent.
Round One
The woman in the middle of the unit raises a carving of a leaf and radiates positive energy. All of her allies (except for Eredhaias' victim) heal most of their injuries, and they press forward and attack! Unfortunately, the shock of the unexpected assault leaves them slow to react, and the majority of their blows miss. The Captain, however, is made of sterner stuff. Even though he seems extremely susceptible to magical assault , he still manages to flank with one of his allies and strike Silence a solid blow with his longsword .
Hobbes drops his bow and draws his sword. He strikes at guard #2.
Percy starts grinning like a fiend. She rounds her allies in an attempt to get as clear a line as possible, the. summons her chaos flames and waits for the caster, daring her to cast a spell.
HE growled out in pain when he was cut, His naginata swathed a wide heavy arc at the woman who was obviously with the guards while Mule reared up to crush the captain folk who had attacked Silence.
His bite and first hoof wipe missed... but the 2nd came uneeringly down and perfectly cruched into the guard captains nose.
Seeng the wound he dealt disappear leaves a sour look on Neverhome's face as he swings again. Yaknow, on the other side of that that's really annoying.
Sigrun tries to strike Vashti's opponent, but her corncern for ensuring the priestess is clear of her hammer's arc mars her swing, causing her to miss completely.
Allie laughs her eyes burning bright with fire.
Feeling her stomach churn with nausea as she speaks in a clear, strong voice.
Girls, Her. She points to the women.
Neverhome's mind is momentarily torn away from the fight as Vashti sicks the twin pyromaniacs on the enemy's healer.
Already on it, Mommy! Percy responds. Her eyes remain locked on the target and eager.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Zses shouts to the guard that attacked Silence.
"चपल भाग्य, त्यजति मदीय रिपु..."
Zses can't help but to let out a slight chuckle* after he finishes his incantation "Sorry, I was still thinking about your helmet. How can you walk around with that ridiculous thing on your head?"
*
Ered grins, watching his blade momentarily glow blue as it instantly congeals the blood around each wound. It's the next moment that really focuses him, when he watches the blade sharpen and take on new barbs and hooks, the darkness creeping up the blade as he strikes out again, this time at the new foe to his right
You continue to inflict large amount of pain on the guard squad. The enemy Cleric attempts to cast something, but Percy hits her with a powerful blast of air, and the magical energy is deflected harmlessly away. Zes continues to curse the Captain with unluck, but he still manages to strike Silence again . Eredhaias' opponent, though slightly weakened, still manages to inflict a minor wound .
New Round
@Vashti: You recognize a Holy Symbol of Gozreh.
Hobbes moves to swing at a guard.
"Pathetic. Let's show them one more time what a real wielder of the blade is!" And with that, the elf twist a figure eight slice across the unprotected portions of his enemy, this time bringing him down, for certain.
The shallow cut to his arm flings just enough blood down into his drip to leave his control just off enough...