The First Blight: Curse of Dumat [RP/Closed]

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin returned the glare, it was more than just pride that kept them from wanting him to heal them. Certainly a great deal of disgust and mistrust was apart of it. But what could they do now? If they fought as they were they would all die. He squeezed the reigns of his horse cursing himself. He would gladly perish, but he could not bring the others down. He could not fail in a fight and risk one of them being killed. "We are not so foolish that we will ride into battle half alive."

 

[Cinnonym]

Even Ghil nodded stiffly, though she had little choice; she was covered in a dozen stab wounds.

"I'm overjoyed there turned out to be some scrap of reason in you." Alrik's mount danced impatiently as Thaedrin summoned up a spell that took hold of the four injured, seeping under their skin. Soon the wounds were knitted and the blood mange's aura faded from their bodies. He had already turned back toward the city, "Hit hard and fast, draw their attention from the gates!"

"I jump," Alrik said to Sulahn'nehn, seated behind him, "you take horse."

Ahead, the ground was blazing and the gates were on the verge of splintering open under the weight of a battering ram. The Darkspawn sensed the Wardens' coming; they drew the fire of three Genlock bowmen and two frenzied Shrieks. Alrik leapt into the fray, Ghil made a mad, mounted dash. Thaedrin pulled up short to prepare a spell from the rear. The enemies took their first moves: one Shriek assaulted Ulrin on approach to tear him down from his horse, another found Alrik too tempting as a foe on foot, and the bowmen loosed their arrows at Ghil; two pierced her unarmored legs and one went wide to bury itself in the meat of Ulrin's arm.

 

[FortyThree]

"Ulrin!"

Diocles yelled a warning too late. He was concerned for the elf-He couldn't take a beating like the barbarians. Without dismounting, he fired a razor sharp arrow into the creatures abdomen.

"Kill those Shrieks! They're too fast!"

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn dug the heel of her boots into the stallion and charged forward. She figured to would be best to team up on there foes rather than fight them all individually. Diocle's arrow marked her target and with a sharp swing of her staff the creature's face jerked to one side and it staggered backwards as if it'd been punched by the air.

"Quickly! Before it recovers!"

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin attempted to pull the arrow from his arm and instead found himself being pulled from his saddle by the Shriek. The rouge slashed at the Darkspawn as he fell form his horse, missing once but stabbing it in the right of its chest with his second swing.

"Get back!"

 

[Cinnonym]

Diocles grinned at the first Shriek died. He hated those monsters, loathed them more than any other. As soon as his first arrow connected he nocked another, sending it at the other Shriek.

When the first Shriek fell, Thaedrin lifted his staff to strike down the second, draining it from its own wounds. A Genlock saw his spell spark off and sunk an arrow into his ribs. He shouted, and his mare bucked with alarm. Ghil swung her greatsword, but the damn thing was too quick and sliced its blade across her gut. The barbarian woman grunted and fell away, in enough time to avoid a swing from Alrik's massive axe.

An arrow took him in the ribs, as he raised his arm to make his attack. The other archer feathered Ulrin with another arrow to his thigh.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin cursed with each arrow that made its way into his legs. He snapped them off as he moved forward running at the Darkspawn archer. He swung upward and to the side with his daggers tearing into the monster's arms and shoulders. A satisfied grin on his face as each of his knives tore into the Genlock.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Her horse wanted to do anything but remain still, making aiming her spells a bit difficult. Especially with Ulrin moving about as well. As soon as she felt Ulrin was a safe distance she swung her staff downwards with a shout and the Genlock was violently thrown to the ground.

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin used the blood of the fallen Shriek to create a spear that impaled one of the archers yet standing, but even in its death throes it had enough strength to pierce an arrow into Sulahn'nehn's thigh. Ghil charged another with a scream and ran it through; Alrik's axe removed its head. The last archer, as yet untouched, caught Diocles in the chest with the truest shot any Darkspawn had landed on the man.

 

[Rosen2012]

The ends of the arrows still stuck in his body made it hard to move, but he was still capable enough to finish the Genlock. Ulrin rammed his dagger into the face of the archer before it could get up off the ground. He looked over his shoulder at Shulan'nehn to give a nod before turning to find what remained of the Darkspawn. "Damn monsters..."

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn wailed in pain, gripping at her leg in pain. Archers. Bloody archers. Why hadn't she gone for them first given her track record with arrows. Once the stallion steadied enough for her to take aim, the creature was already dead.

The elf gasped, dropping her staff as her hands covered her lips. Diocles had gotten hurt and badly from the looks of it. He needed help and quickly. Without something to channel through, she couldn't properly aim. The spell seemed to just clip the Genlock on she shoulder and her friend still remained in danger. She nearly tumbled off of her horse to get at her staff again.

 

[Cinnonym]

Between Ghil's broadsword and Thaedrin's magic, the last Genlock archer was put in the ground. Thaedrin panted for breath in the saddle, exhausted, but behind him a bloodcurdling shriek pierced the air and he whirled around to face it. Ghil lifted her sword and stood defensively as the Constable called the ranged fighters to the rear behind the two barbarians. A Genlock mercenary unleashed a powerful spell that knocked back several Imperial knights to clear the way to the Wardens. Three Hurlocks with axes shielded the enemy mage from close-quarters attacks.

As the Wardens were maneuvering to face these new enemies, an axe caught Diocles in the chest, and he had no plate to block the blow. He was knocked from his saddle and near trampled by his mount as it bolted. A Hurlock faced Ghil and caught a blow against her beneath a swing of her sword, and another got the jump on Alrik to bury its axe in his shoulder. The Genlock's next spell slammed against Ulrin, knocking him backward.

Thaedrin was shocked to see Diocles fall. 'How can they be so strong!?' "Keep your distance! Sulahn'nehn, the mage--!"

 

[Rosen2012]

The rogue stumbled back disorientated from the spell. He coughed as he felt like the force had knocked the air form his lungs. He shook his head and tightened his grip on his daggers. Still feeling dazed and now having trouble focusing form the pain he rushed forward toward one of the Hurlocks dodging around it to cut into the monster's sides and upper legs.

 

[ShadowFolk]

They were taking a beating. Every time it seemed they would strike the last of the spawn down, more of the creatures appeared and they were beginning to overwhelm the Wardens. She thought she saw Diocles fall and it seemed none of them were much better off.

"It is done!" The elf slammed the end of her staff on the ground and the resulting shockwave launched two of the Hurlocks into the darkspawn mage. If there was going to be an opening to the bastard, it was now.

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin joined Sulahn'nehn, using his own blood as the fuel to clasp his energy onto his enemies' existing wounds and all but pull the blood from their veins to weaken them. The enemy mage was damned resilient, and his next spell struck the elven girl forcefully.

Ghil and Alrik used their brute force to cut a path through the Hurlocks; her broadsword cut open the throat of one on a swipe, and Alrik's axe cleaved through the gut and spine of another. The last swung his weapon at Ulrin, but Ghil intercepted the blade with her own, calling out to the nimble elf.

"Ulrin! The mage, make with the stabbing part now!"

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin was caught off guard for a moment by Ghil catching the weapon. He turned toward the gap in the monsters and rushed toward the Genlock. The elf jumped at the Darkspawn with an angry cry, slashing into its arms and chest trying to bring it down.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn was knocked on her ass. Being on the receiving end of a spell that powerful made her want to stay down, but she would be as good as dead if they did not slay the remaining darkspawn.

The elf struggled back onto her feet with her staff as leverage, her injured leg throbbing. She returned a spell in kind to the Genlock, but it refused to fall. How was it able to withstand so much?

 

[Cinnonym]

Rejuvenated by the power he had stolen from the corpses around him, Thaedrin used one last spell to send the Genlock Emissary back to Dumat. He raised his staff and struck it down with a hateful cry.

Alrik?s greataxe glanced off the last Hurlock?s armor, but he drove it straight into range of Ghil?s blade. She took its head off its shoulders and kicked the thing across the battlefield. She still saw Imperial soldiers rushing around her, but now they were focused on putting out the fires. She turned to her comrades to check them for wounds. ?All are well? Still standing??

?Komnenos is down! Alrik, come and fetch him?I?ll summon a healer in town, at once.? He grimaced, touching his own wounds gingerly as he urged his mare through the town gates to seek aid.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin found himself still gasping after the battle was over. He felt a bit dizzy form his own injuries, not to mention he had no idea where his own horse had darted off to. The elf turned and made his way over to Sulahn'nehn slowly nodding to her as he tried to catch his breath. "How-how did you fare? Do you need help?" He looked her over, seemingly unaware the probably looked worse than the mage with several arrows still sticking out of him.

 

[ShadowFolk]

"You you terrible." Sulahn'nehn used her weapon as a walking stick, limping along to bring her horse to someone who could care for it. "I will recover just fine, I am sure. It is just my leg. You should worry about yourself. You're much worse off than I." and speaking of worse off..., "Would you excuse me, Ulrin?"

She followed after the one Warden not standing. There shouldn't have been anything to worry about, the spirit healers would perform their duties to the best of their abilities. He would be fine. Maybe. The elf wasn't sure if there was such a thing as 'too far gone' when it came to restorative magic, her own was focused in destruction. Paying no mind to her injury, she kept by the archer's side. She could be seen after he was fixed up.