Landon sheathed his sword and picked up Ra'ive. The man was heavy, but Landon was able to throw him over his shoulder and hold him there. In worst case scenario, he would be able to throw Ra'ive on the sand to fight anyone that would attack them. He looked around for the others so he could bring Ra'ive to them.
He blocked it's swing with diffculty, it bounced back a little and Acento made his move, he swung his claymore around his in a powerful, horizontal sweep, the goblin saw it coming and dodged it.
It leaped on to Acento, knock him to the ground, the wrestle on the ground before it pinned Acento's wrists, it pulled out a small dagger and thrust down and Acento, he moved his head just in time and headbutted the goblin. It fell back, blood pouring from it's head.
Acento grabbed a nearby rock and smacked it against it's temple, over and over again. Blood specked his armour but he kept hitting it, long after it had passed away.
Landon's sword had hit the goblin in the back of the neck, severing vision and sending him flying onto a nearby rock. He instantly passed out.
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Meanwhile, Evy had found himself back to back with Vik'nar as Evy battled the one carrying the shield with difficulty.
"Die mongrel! DIE!"
He called out as a battle cry as he made a reckless move toward the goblin's side.
The beast managed to dodge the attack at the expense of his left arm; currently holding his shield.
With the current lack of armor, the goblin saw no way of victory and made a thrusting move with his blade.
The cold steel cut through Evy's stomach like butter as his sword managed to sever the goblin's head with his current lack of defense.
The goblin dropped to his back with a loud thud and Evy fell to his knees, grasping the wound with his hand.
He managed to cough up blood before falling with his back against a nearby rock in a sitting position, trying as hard as he could to gather air with rapid breathing, with no avail.
"Quick someone try and rouse Evela." Vik'nar moved to wear the drow was gasping for air. Lacking bandages on himself, he clamped his hands down on the wounds to stymie the blood flow as best as he could until other assistance arrived.
Rather than assist Evela as Vik'nar suggested, Ellondra, with a swift sweep of her foot, practically kicked the unconscious sorcerer behind her as the goblins bore down. Few of them hit the ground with the same number of limbs that they'd charged toward her with. Her falchion was a glint of reflected light and a razor-sharp wind.
As Evy sat there grasping for air, Vik'nar's hand felt like steel on his stomach.
"I..." He began, spitting out blood like it was all his stomach held. "Tell Enal....I ... will see her" Evy looked up into the sky with a smile. "... On the Plains of Aton.." With that last sigh his eyes went dead and the last breath escaped him.
His hands went limp and his head fellt onto the rock and he was left in a perfectly still sitting position. Not an inch moving.
As Vik'nar noticed that he was dead, he also noticed that the current waves were now reaching his feet every few seconds and it was starting to get higher.
As Landon walked with Ra'ive on his shoulder, he saw where Vik'nar was kneeling in front of Evy. Assuming the worst, Landon ran as fast as he could through the sand and the nearing ocean. He saw that he was too late to help. Evy was dead. Landon stood there and looked down on the Sever-Elf.
"Let us go now. There is nothing more we can do for him."
Water had become stable at their feet and was beginning to rise up their legs, sending cold shivers through their spines as the harsh ocean winds started breathing down the coast.
Thunders could be heard as the cloudless skies hurridly shuddered and were filled with dark clouds and the lightnings shattered across the skies, ripping and taring at anything and everything in their path like a frenzied force of destruction.
The dead bodies of the goblins lay motionless in the sand as the ocean started capturing them one by one and moving them closer to the vast sea.
Meanwhile, the goblin who had looked to be running the operation was no longer at his position on the rock, but could be seen crawling away in the sand coughing up water as he made a final attempt to reach higher ground and get away from the group that had slaughtered his comrades.
The Grimm Lass was no longer in sight and the pursuing ships were fading into the horizon steadily.
Landon's words were true. Perhaps Evela's magic could bring him back as he had mended Vik'nar's arm, but a seed of doubt wondered if anything could be done once the life had fully drained out.
Moving to cleanse the blood from his hands with the rising ocean water, he spotted the goblin leader, his foot served just about the ankle, crawling away. Hot anger broiling through his veins he moved up behind the creature, drawing his blades.
Vik'nar disarmed the creature, literally, in a quick crisscrossing swipe that kicked up sand stained with blood. Its hands were now severed at the wrists, matching Rai've's work on its leg. They should at least try to get some information out of this one.
"Talk beastman and we'll end your suffering." He tried to speak calmly as he kicked the thing over on its back.
The goblin snarled at Vik'nar and looked up at him. His eyes weren't like the others. They didn't show signs of crazed frenzy but were more or less that of fear and sorrow.
"Hah, Elf! It does not matter what you will do to me, can you hear the thunder gods roaring? Can you hear the SKIES BURNING!?"
The goblin laughed his heart out before coughing equally as much along with some blood following his breath.
"We have conquered this pitiful town in less than a night, and we will have our vengeance on the King as we conquer all that his his!"
Another laugh followed by his blood and coughing.
The goblin smiled with gritting and sharp teeth as his eyes faded into his skull and he fell back into the sand.
Leaving the goblin to suffer his fate, Vik'nar gathered up the body of Evy. With no horses to carry the body, he decided to let the man's corpse go to rest in the most suitably fitting way at present. As he laid him down in one of the small boats they'd used to get to shore, the glint of a silver hammer embed in a golden necklace caught his eye. He collected the piece of finery to pass on to the Captain should they see her again, she'd know where to find his family, if he had any.
While he readied the small boat and Evy to be set ablaze and pushed out to sea, "Tartugen, and our mission, lies East of here, but I think we should detour shortly to investigate the port. The King will want to hear of this." He looked towards the others scattered across the beach for their opinions.
Since i haven't talked in a while I thought I'd mix things up once more. This is not for the feint of heart.
"Put....Put me down" mumbled Ra'ive as he emerged from unconsciousness, he was incredibly aware of being slung over someone shoulder and despised the feeling, not just of being tended to by a companion but also of being weightless.
He wriggled out of Landon's grip and fell to the sand with a dull thud, his sea-sickness was starting to soften and his strength was beginning to return but he could feel fresh blood dripping from his eyes and running down his face in a macabre stream.
'I just can catch a break can I?'
After a moment he collected himself and attempted to stand but was brought down when a sharp, stabbing pain made itself known in his knee, he looked down upon it and there was an arrow poking out the back, amidst a mess of blood and gore. After a quick inspection he surmised that the wound was trivial, having missed, by some miracle, all tendon and bone.
That just left one thing to do.
He gritted his teeth and took hold of the arrow, he was relaying instructions to himself as he did so, this was not his first arrow injury. After checking the direction of the point once more, it seemed as if it would emerge through his calf and Gyia willing, miss everything vital.
He snapped the end off the arrow and lit his pipe with a small wad of Ceaweed, just enough to dull the pain because this was going to hurt.
After a few deep breaths he ungloved his hand and stuck a finger into the wound and through the bleeding hole, until it came into contact with the broken shaft of the arrow.
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Once the countdown was complete he began to push the arrow, as hard as he could through the rest of his leg. Even with the Ceaweed, the pain was still immense and as he pushed he let out a few low grunts but otherwise showed no sign of stopping.
The tip finally emerged out the other side of his leg with a small spurt of blood, he sighed in relief, the worst was over. However he couldn't stop there. He grabbed the crudely made point of the arrow with his hand and yanked it out in one smooth motion, sending specks of blood once more onto the once pristine white sand.
He lay back, the blood soaked arrow in his palm and felt a wave of relief wash over him.
"I don't care where we go" he said heavily, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
"Gyia's Tits, Ra'ive--" Ellondra investigated the wound only briefly before seizing the sorcerer and giving him rather sharp pats on the cheek. "Blast it--We've no choice but to aid the men at port, yet we cannot go with a portion of our squad out of commission. If we are to survive, we must be silent and steal inside. Find fortification. There may not be time to delay."
Evele felt a sharp pain on his check, waking up to see Ellondra standing over him slapping him in the face. "Wh... What?" He managed to get out, "What is going on?". He could not remember a thing, he remembered trying to save a village, then just darkness.
Through his blury eyes, he looked around, Rai've had a bleeding leg, there wer alot of non human bdies laying around, and a few Human ones too. The Mage blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision.
"First can I get an explanation, as to why we are no longer on a ship?" said Ra'ive from his position sat on the sand, his legs out infront of him and his arms supporting him from behind.
"And Ellondra, do you have any more bandages?" he continued, however his voice contained none of the annoyance it had previously exhibited. Since (as far as he knew) the mage was still out of commission, he'd have to rely on the others help to get back to fighting fitness.
Within the darkest of night the fires still lingered, feeding off of the wood and flesh of everything it could find. The cold and bitter sea breeze fueling the fire as it spread like locust.
The captain and her companions soon gathered around near the city gates. Exhausted from the prior battle and the long walk, they hid within the trees as they heard nothing from inside. No sound, no screams, only the crackling of flame and the soft padding of leather. It echoed forming an orchestra of death and decay and it continued like it was fueled by the flames themselves. Soon enough another sound joined into the melody of pain as hammers met metal with loud thuds and clangs, creating an erie feeling that since blacksmithing had been set in motion; what was the status of the town?
Vik'nar looked over the party with concern while they rested on the edge of the forest. Something was going on in the mostly burned out city, that much was certain. Someone would need to scout ahead lest they risk the whole group.
With Rai've injured and the rest of them, with all their armor, ill suited towards stealing past their own doting mothers, let alone an town occupied by goblins, it looked to fall on Vik'nar's shoulders to take a cautionary look ahead of them.
With a smile of reassurance to steal his nerves, "I'll be right back... I promise." The words seemed to hang and linger as he disappeared into the night.
Despite what the storytellers might say, there was no magic or mysticism to what the Eastern Warriors did. They could not in fact move as mist through the night, coming and going as they pleased. It was quite impossible to truly move unseen, however you could remain unnoticed. A slight but significant difference. The real trick to it was that the eyes of all creatures responded to movement more than any other source of stimulus.
So Vik'nar stalked through the fields outlying the town at barely even a crawl. These crops had escaped the fire due to Evela's intervention and they had been upwind from where the prevailing current had carried the flames. Vik'nar had luck on his side tonight. Unsure of how keen these creatures noses were, he would have previously needed to make a choice between remaining downwind from the goblins or getting to move under the cover of the crops. The winds had shifted though, allowing him the benefit of both.
A thankful prayer to Gyia for the winds almost escaped his lips as he pulled himself up to the edge of the city wall, looking to see what was happening inside.
Landon stood and watched Vik'nar leave. He would have followed him if he would be able to sneak. But his armor didn't allow for much quiet so he stayed there, watching over the others who were injured.
Why must there be so much suffering?
Landon wished for nothing more than for every creature to live in harmony, but he knew it was too much to ask for.
There will always be conflict. No matter where we go, there will always be someone who will attack us. And it is my job to protect them.
Evela lay on the ground, still woozy from his large amount of Magic use. He coughed up some blood, but just cleaned it on the ground, muttering "That can't be good" to himself.
He wished he could do something to help Vik'nar, but in his state, using Magic would most likely kill him, so Vik'nar just had to make due.
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