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

[ShadowFolk]

She brought herself close enough to see his body and then instantly wished she hadn't looked. Sulahn'nehn's stomach churned and she turned away, hand clamped over her mouth. It was unclear if she choked back tears or something else. It was not easy on the eyes. The elf meant to walk further away, feeling that there was no saving him, but she'd heard something too familiar. Something that did not belong.

Sulahn'nehn turned back to Thaedrin, "How d- What are you doing?" she looked more than concerned. Though she'd spoken with a demon herself, she knew those words were not without risk.

 

[Cinnonym]

Thaedrin said nothing. His chanting only grew louder and more desperate. Ghil?s horse whinnied anxiously and then began to toss, bucking. The woman struggled to keep control of the mount, alarmed.

?What is he doing!??

There was a great crackling of energy around them, the power of lightning roiling. The sound it made was deafening. The Constable was reaching through the Fade in search of demons, and he risked ripping through the veil altogether.

Locked in his trance and scorched by the raw magic of the Fade, Thaedrin continued the ritual in spite of all of Ghil?s screams at him to stop. The ground around him began to burn and melt away, and three rage demons forced their way into the material world, fiery creatures slouched and snarling that charged the four Wardens left standing.

 

[ShadowFolk]

The words had been stripped from her before she could form them. Thaedrin had done something very wrong. The veil had been torn and demons came forth. They were not as the kind one she knew, they were violent and were barreling towards them. Sulahn'nehn began casting a spell to throw back the trespassers, but her magic fizzled. She looked at her hands, startled.

Oh, venhedis.

 

[Rosen2012]

Ulrin snapped his head around at the sound of the Ghil shouting. He expected to see the barbarian's charging forward, not the strange sight of Theadrin's spell and the world around them becoming a chaotic mess. When the ground melted away he too screamed for him to stop as the demons pulled themselves through into their world. He had not expected this. Who could have expected this.

With the demons rushing toward him he raised his daggers, though found his resolve was not as strong as before. He slashed into the palm of the first one that tried to attack him but missed his second attack. He was still coping with the sight. And here he thought there could be nothing worse than the Darkspawn.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil dismounted, nearly falling off her mount in her haste to reach the battle. She swung her greatsword in a wide arc, slashing through the molten beast. It shrieked, but it did not die. It lunged at her with its clawed hands, and she shouted in pain as the heat turned her chainmail red-hot. Its kin assaulted Ulrin with a blast of flame.

Alrik swung his axe so mightily, it cleaved one of the demons in twain; the stuff bubbled on the ground, then seemed to dissolve back into the earth as though it had never been.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn tried clearing her mind. It was no different than a darkspawn attack, just more unexpected.

The elf thrust her hand downward, trying to keep one of the demon's down with her might. "Quickly! While it is down! I cannot hold it!" she strained to keep the creature in place.

 

[Rosen2012]

The rogue hollered in pain at the demon let loose a blast of flame at him. He moved to the side gasping and disoriented. His chainmail felt as if it was going to burn through into his chest. He turned back to the demon attacking him and lashed out at them with his knives. The first one missed and though he was sure he felt the second one dig into the demon, it seemed as if the creature hadn't felt it at all. He stumbled back still feeling woozy from the heat of the light metal around his body. He could not fight like this.

 

[Cinnonym]

Between the two barbarians, the last of the lesser rage demons were exterminated.

Their deaths, however, only paved the way for stronger demons to come through. Three more rage demons clawed their way out of the earth, larger and fiercer than their predecessors. Behind them, two greater Shades pulled themselves through the tear in the Fade with ghastly wails. Their magic overwhelmed the group; though one blow went wide of Sulahn'nehn, two hit Alrik full in the chest, one slashed through Ghil's breastplate like it was butter, and the last blasted Ulrin so hard he was knocked back twenty yards.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn felt the surge of magic rushing passed her and returned a spell of her own back at the Shades, striking them bodily by an unseen force. She shouted for Ulrin to see if he was still breathing. They could not afford to lose another member.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil impaled her greatsword into one of the Greater Shades, and Alrik removed its head and shoulders. The remaining rage demons' spells failed to hit the nimble elves, but the fire scorched Alrik and knocked Ghil to the ground heavily.

 

[Rosen2012]

The blow back from the demon caused Ulrin to crumple to his knees. The elven rogue coughed and closed his eyes. The impact caused him to spit up blood and left his senses confused. This had to be it for him. Yet through some cruel twist of fate he was still alive.

The elf forced himself to stand on shaky legs as he gasped for air. Clutching his daggers he started out stumbling forward, but built himself up into a run. He focused on the demon that had struck him with its magic and dashed forward thrusting his weapons into the demon and tearing them out to the sides.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Again, she felt the power of the demons narrowly missing her. The elf took a breath, trying to stay grounded and calm.

Sulahn'nehn darted forward to get a better shot at the Rage demon advancing on Ghil, her spell pushing it backwards. She pleaded with the woman to get up quickly before the demon could recover.

 

[Cinnonym]

Ghil looked up from the ground just in time to see the demon be tossed back by Sulahn'nehn's spell; with the elf covering her, she was able to scramble back to her feet and resume the assault. Once again, no demon could remain standing when the two barbarians focused their strength. Another one collapsed inwardly and dissolved into the earth.

A demon turned on the elven girl viciously, setting her gear alight with a plume of flame. Another demon fallen to their weapons, the remaining enemies sought to give Ghil and Alrik the same treatment. The demon seared Alrik with another blast of fire, and the Shade slashed wicked talons through Ghil's uniform.

 

[Cinnonym]

[Double post]

 

[ShadowFolk]

Sulahn'nehn raised her arms, making herself ready to bring down a crushing force on their enemy. A light was flying towards her and she realized what it was too late to move out of the way. The elf shrieked, the intense heat caused her to abruptly end her casting. She panicked, patting out her burning uniform and temporarily forgetting what was before her.

 

[Rosen2012]

Still staggering and clinging onto his consciousness, the elven rogue turned from one fallen demon to the next Shade. Though he was not capable of attacking this one as vehemently as the previous one, he still managed to cut into its side. He staggered back gasping as his second dagger slashed across the demon's upper arm, though it didn't cut in as deep as his first strike. Surly his injuries were affecting his abilities. He knew it was starting to affect his vision, the world itself was spinning around him as he tried to keep standing.

 

[ShadowFolk]

Another spell fired off and slammed into the Shade. It's upper half suddenly jerking to one side before it struck the ground. Sulahn'nehn huffed. It was wearing on her physically and mentally and the other demons were refusing to stay down or go back from where they came. The fight was beginning to leave her.

 

[Cinnonym]

The Shade was nothing but smoke now, but there were still two fiery rage demons remaining. Maddened by the scent of the Wardens' spilling blood, they charged the party in a frenzy. But the rip in the Fade grew wider, and something greater and more powerful forced its way out.

The Pride demon was enormous, stepping easily over the entranced Thaedrin and the body of Diocles to face the four Wardens. Its frame was covered in violet spines, its flesh hardened like rock around its shoulders and arms, armoring it. It towered over all of them, with eyes glowing with the power of the Fade. The molten masses shrieked and sought to defend their prize from this predator, but the Pride demon crushed them in mighty fists and slammed them against the ground. What was left of the rage demons bubbled on the grass.

"The Dreamer has summoned me to fetch a corpse," its voice was deep and beastly, its words soft around the edges due to its heavy, cumbersome jaw, "It will serve me well, to tear the human world asunder for all my kind!"

 

[ShadowFolk]

[Ignore this.]

 

[duckflesh]

Alrik stared up at the Pride demon not with fear or even surprise, but something closer to resigned acceptance.

"Before meeting Tevinters, never see demon in my life. Now, demons constantly. More demons than people. Ten demons per mage."

Shaking his head, he hurled himself for it, sprinting, heaving his axe over his head and making a mighty strike into the demon's shoulder, almost taking its right arm clear off. Black ichor, thick and stinking, sprayed from the wound.

It bellowed with rage, leaning in and clamping its enormous mouth onto Alrik. Shaking him like a terrier shakes a rat, it tossed him into a tree, the trunk shuddering with the impact. He landed in a heap on the ground, unconscious or dead, his chest a mess of jagged fang wounds.