Evela grabbed his head, it was throbbing painfully. "I can in a minute, but I'll search for them in the mean time." He staggered through to the building to try and search for that ladys family. He was amazed that this place hadn't burnt down yet, he just assumed that his magic had some play in this building staying alive.
<spoiler=OOC>So what... Do I find them or are they dead?
"There's hardly anything left down there. What's there to burn but ash and ember?" He paused to contemplate this idea further, letting the wagon slow to a halt as the strong hand on his shoulder seemed to hold him fast in place.
"Though if the winds shifted, we could be in for a mess." He turned to face her directly, looking for guidance in her years of service. Many of them were were good fighters, but military unit tactics were at least not Vik'nar's forte.
"What would you suggest, I fear we would not fair well running head long into two dozen entrenched foes."
She eyed the goblin horde and their defenses, calculating.
"We need the gate down--Evela. You can control the earth, so do something about it. So help me, I will very quickly make it a life or death situation for you if you decline."
As Evela staggered into the house, he noticed everything inside had been broken or slightly licked with fire.
Almost right in front of the door lay a man, bloodied and beaten with spurting gouges on his arm and chest. Which wasn't moving.
Behind a counter lay a motionless child, a boy, not yet lived his 13th winter. His body was carred and beaten and it looked like it had been skinned slightly on the fore-arms.
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A minute or so afterward, the feared mother came climbing over the wall and sprinted into the house to find her husband lying on the floor.
She went on her knees, crying and yelling, beating his chest and screaming "Why didn't you protect us? Why did you die? Why?!!"
Her infamous yells were silenced as she climbed to her feet and found her boy, bloodied in the corner. She paid abseloutely no heed to Evela; currently standing inside the very same building.
The mother, still crying, picked up her baby and started carrying it outside.
It's arm lay limp over hers as she carried him. As they passed Evela, he noticed the boy's eyes were still and dead. Empty of all life and just glaring blazingly into the nothing.
The mother kissed her son on the forhead and smiled happily as her tears started fading.
"You're going to be okay, you hear me? Everything's okay now. Mommy is here... I got you baby, I got you"
The woman disappeared out of sight as Evela exited the building.
Well. I'm back ya'll I had a great time and I'm glad you managed to keep this alive lads. Real proud ^^
Back to the ol' writing board eh? Tis' good to be back.
Acento watched the mother go. something about the way the boy was limp told him it was good news, pity rose in him, however it was consumed with anger, the brutality and indifference of life the goblins displayed made him feel sick. They would suffer for what they did here, he swore it.
When Evela saw the dead bodies, he already knew that there was nothing he could do for them. There souls had left the body to be all but an empty void filled husk. He was not really sure how to handle the situation, he couldn't possibly tell the mother, but he couldn't leave her in denial.
As he thought over what to do, she walked in, and began to cry. Picking up her dead child and kissing its forehead, before leaving. He did not follow, there was no way he could help.
Instead, a rage intensified inside of him, How could they do this! Killing an innocent child he thought. He turned around, and broke into a run, ignoring his bodies protest of him doing so. He caught back up to the group, still furious over the sight of the dead child.
As the goblins watched the group and kept throwing more items onto their make-shift barricade the gate behind them made a sickening crack sound.
Splinters had shot out from the gate and the shrieking of metal was heard over the roaring of the crowd.
"We're breaking through! Come on! One last push and we'll show them how we treat murderers!! FOR THE KING!!"
The mob went wild and the gate started rugging from side to side. Ready to make their last and final push to bring down the mass of wood and metal down upon their enemies.
At the sight of the woman fleeing with the still corpse of what must have been Damien, Vik'nar's heart and shoulders sunk, as if somehow emotionally and physically connected. While he pushed the feelings deeper, he stared briefly at the ground, shacking his head slowly. For now he needed to harden his heart and clear his mind, there would be time to process this later.
Spotting the monk emerging from the house, "Evela! If ever we needed you to be able to summon up some power, now would be the time. Help those men knock that gate down and we'll wade in once the goblins are distracted."
Ra'ive took a small run up on the roof, before launching himself off and towards the hay-filled cart below. He landed softly, it was funny, he actually wouldn't have minded laying here if not for the bloodthirsty Goblins not five meters away, still they were all ocupied with the gate and he was certain he hadn't been spotted, but no, there was work to be done and he was the only one that seemed would do it.
He silently exited the cart and hid behind it, the cart between him and the easily scaleable barricade, once inside their lines he was committed and so it would be best to wait for the opportune time before starting his 'epic charge'.
He would wait until either the militia broke through the gate or until his party finally decided upon a course of action, then he would go about his business, the Goblins adequately distracted.
With the thundering roar of the crowd the gate finally broke and the left part of it fell to the side, allowing the militia to hurridly crawl and jump through it toward the goblins.
It wasnt long before the goblins were full-on-arms with the militia, who were fighting tooth and nail all the way to their dying breath with bloodcrazed fury of their families and friends just recently slaughtered by these very fiends.
Today was their day to die.
The crowd kept their battle cries as they trampeded down the gate. It was left in ruins as the mob had successfully penetrated their ranks and their minor fortifications meant little as nothing when they breached their flanks.
With sword and shield bashing away at eachother's throats, legs and every open area left a bloody battlefield and the streets ran red.
From the thunders and lighthnings not long ago finally managed to breach the remainder of the skies and the heavens rained upon them, showering the blood from the streets.
The men, paying no heed to the pouring rain on their skin, kept fighting until half of them were dead already.
From the midsts of chaos, two higher ranking goblins and twelve others were left standing and the militia close to crumbling, and the battle had barely even begun.
Evela sat down to conserve as much energy as possible. He crossed his legs and began a quick chant. He wanted to control the fire surrounding the goblins, they would not be forgiven.
He finished his chant as Acento ran off, he clapped his hands together and put his hands forward towards the fires, yelling out "Surging Fire!" loudly. The fire began to twirl around slightly at first, but more and more began to join it. Soon it was a ball of fire floating around, still gaining more and more fire. It lashed out suddenly, directed towards the middle of the group of Goblins, trying not to hurt any of the Militia.
As the goblins made to retreat, they met the weapons of Ellondra and her companions.
She could've beaten Evela to death for causing a fire equal to the one he had earlier fought so hard to smother, but the sooner their enemies were defeated, the sooner it could be extinguished. Her falchion rendered flesh and cut through the chaos created by the pincer attack.
Acento reached the goblin and swung has hard as he could, decapitating one. All his anger flowed out of him as he came down upon the last of their group, one of them leapt onto him, he head butted it, breaking it's jaw against his helmet and impaled it on his sword.
As the chaotic battle prolonged in blood and fury, the faint sound of footsteps outside the gate could be heard.
The last of the militia was dead or dying and the goblins were mostly dead. A few had scattered as their flanks had been overrun and there were only two standing and holding a sword.
The fire Evela churned up had managed to fend the retreating ones from the fields and into the mountains instead.
The fight was coming to an end, but it was abruptly seized as a man dressed in dark robes with white long hair walked in. His face was charred and his body was medium built. He had the bone structure of a once handsome man, but his deep and yellow eyes made sure that that part of his life was now over.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
He screamed and the two goblins looked at him. They both dropped their swords and everyone paused.
Behind him came in a rather large man. He was wearing very heavy plate armor that looked like it had been made by goblins, but from fine material. His face wasnt shown behind his great plate helm but from under it was a long brown beard tied together and stretched down his chest. He wielded a pair of great axes the size of a dwarf and his own size was twice that.
"Goblins!" The man tossed out of his mouth as he spat on the ground and grinned.
"Good for nothing scum! And you, interlopers, you think you can interfere with my plans and simply expect me to look the other way!!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs and his voice was beginning to rasp.
The man looked at the two goblins who were left alive and shortly after, they both picked up their weapons and stabbed eachother in the chest.
The dark robed man looked at the group as his hair swayed to the side.
"Myrdion! Take care of them!"
He called as the man behind him strode past him, the old man walked out of the gates.
"Pathetic weaklings! I'll tear your hearts out!!"
The man called out as he unsheathed his axes from two giant sheathes on his back and he went into a defensive position.
Ellondra mirrored the large man's defensive position, bracer behind her sword to support it. His size was startling--but his armor and weapons were heavy, she could move far faster. Vik'nar and Ra'ive were swift combatants as well.
Without waiting for assistance or a challenge, she sprung forward to strike, blade dancing off the armor and body twisting to the side to move around him. The plate was as thick as she'd anticipated. But she was looking for a *****, a tie, something to abuse or sever.
The man blocked Elondra's blows as he retreated backward only to lunge quickly forward and slam his axe into Ellondra, sending her flying onto her back.
Myrdion noticed Vik'nar and Evela standing next to each other and sprinted for a surprise attack while their weapons weren't drawn.
His sabatons were steeled in the front, but the back of it was chainmail and leather. The entire chest piece was reinforced steel and his helmet as well. The axes had leather straps around the handles to easy the grip but made changing his hold of the weapons near impossible.
Vik'nar wasn't sure what to make of the big man barreling down on him. Sure, he looked menacing enough, every bone in his body wanted to slink off to some dark corner away from that mass of hammered steel that was closing in on him. But the sheer foolhardiness of charging up a hill while turning his back to three armed combatant had him dumbstruck momentarily.
Pulling two throwing daggers, Vik'nar send the pair flying, rebounding them off the man's helm with a loud clatter. The simple distraction was to keep his attention focused elsewhere for a moment. As Ellondra was picking herself up, he made eye contact with everyone back behind the man, letting them deduce his plan with the subtle jerking of his head towards the wagon.
As the armored man was removing his cross block that defended his face, helmet eye slots were not impervious to piercing weapons so it was instinctual to raise your guard against such. He'd be greeted with a very different sight - a rather large wagon rapidly picking up speed that had been recently shoved over the crest of the incline he was climbing. Even if he had decided to disregard the risk, there wasn't a need to set it ablaze. Simple mass and physics would do the work for him without risking more fire to the city.
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I had a great time and I'm glad you managed to keep this alive lads. Real proud ^^