Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 11, 2019 11:02:59 GMT -8
Volypdaktos had quickly ascertained that he hated the elf that stepped into his office even more than the one that was already present. "Ash is a merciful end for you, alferkin!" he exclaimed using the demonic name for the elven kin taking a step towards Vithkun with his sword like claws bared and pointed towards the pure elf. Vithkun raised his sword the silvery flame extending from the sword much like the wings of a dragonfly and he was ready to retaliate with whatever force was necessary... However as Vithkun prepared to strike the foe he noticed that Myra suddenly threw herself towards the demon from behind and Vithkun seized his attack in the last moment - scared of the purifying silver flames perhaps harming Myra.
With the high demon moving towards the elf with the terribly shiny and pure looking elven flames wrapping around his sword and thinking only to quench them he was unaware of the vicious attack from the back and as Myra jammed the dagger into the demon's thigh, Volypdaktos let out a terrified scream as the blade connected - and not only connected but went deep into his bones as if it was warm butter. The blade vanished into the demon's body leaving Myra only with the hilt in her hand. Volypdaktos screamed and cursed causing Vithkun to block his ears with his hands as some words were so rugged and sharp that he feared his ears starting to bleed.
Falling to his knees the scales seemed to fade from his skin and the same did the sword like claws as suddenly a hump started growing from his back before a different scaled like creature phased out of the back of the lord falling down onto the stone floor and the expensive carpet. Serpentine body scaled all over with alligator legs and human like arms and the face of a lizard - the true form of Lord Volypdaktos had shown itself much against its will.
Lord Hermouth had fainted from the exhaustion and Vithkun raced over to the passed out man dragging him away from the demonic creature. "There is still a pulse..!" he said to Myra feeling Hermouth's veins at the throat. "What do we do about 'that' though?" Vithkun asked although he might already know the answer, although he would follow any advice or hint Myra had learned to easier dispatch of the beast. The lizard and serpent like creature bared its teeth looking menacingly at the two elves as if it tried to decide which one to kill first. However at this point - although strong in his natural form - he was weakened from the sudden expulsion from his host, yet not any less angry.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 11, 2019 11:52:55 GMT -8
Distraction led to gain and gain led to separation of the creature and the prior lord that had been established in the place itself. Him being alive was but barely a consolation prize for what state of mind might he be in when he awoke. Still pleased by the outcome if there was some small mercy she could grant him she believed that the demon spoke as he might, that he spoke wanting to return his home to what it had once been and if that was not possible to then destroy it in order to bring peace to the land. Hermouth might be the healing it needed in order to reestablish the region itself, if he was capable.
"We kill it," was her simple answer once the demon was separated. Scooping her mace off of the floor her anger knew no bounds. He had tortured an innocent soul, buried it within the knife forcing it to become something so depraved of his former self. He had brought people to their knees in worship or fear. He had maimed and slaughtered and forced his way to the top scrabbling and fighting for his position. Now he would fight for his life.
Myra had no greater hatred than in an oppressing force such as this. He would not block her swing this time for she put her concentration into pulling the very life from him, weakening him as she approached, and holding the mace with two hands she once again swung. This time it was for all she was worth with a punting sound coming from her mouth as she strengthened her diaphragm and let loose intending on breaking his arm, his ribs, and caving in his chest cavity with the very arm she pushed into it. All while demeaning him by using his own strength against him suffocating his very lungs. It was with pure hatred she mimicked the power of Annonai if only for an instant. Stripping the land in the manner he had done was unacceptable but this was fire against fire and her flames roared with all the power of hell behind them.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 11, 2019 12:54:29 GMT -8
It was a simple thing and Vithkun - after ensuring that that heartbeat of Lord Hermouth would not suddenly vanish - put the lord at a safe distance on the ground behind him and got up facing the demon along with Myra. To kill it required perhaps a lot of effort but this effort was still something Vithkun knew about and it didn't seem by Myra's words as if the lizard demon was unable to be killed by regular means.
Volypdaktos prepared his attack as acidic bile gathered in his mouth cavity ready to be spat at the drow target that had so insolently stabbed him - but something wasn't right because he just couldn't. Volypdaktos felt his breath stifled as the same power that he managed to escape from before had taken hold of him suffocating him and draining his life force. The attack having failed the next thing was unavoidable too as the vicious attack of the mace made contact with Volypdaktos' chest caving in both scales and bones causing severe inner bleeding as well while sending the demon scrambling back coughing up blood and bile.
Vithkun had already seen was Myra was up to and had flanked the demon and with a determined stab his silver flame cloaked sword broke the skin of Volypdaktos' shoulder pushing him towards the window as blood started gushing out from the wound in the shoulder. "Even if you somehow survive - this wound will never heal." Vithkun said with a wry smile. "But I'm taking no chances!" Vith said as his sword, still stuck in the demon's shoulder, started flaring up as the demon screamed and tried to removed his sword by force, but unable to touch it as it burned the flesh on its hands. With a astute kick in the gut the glass window shattered and the demon crashed through it finding himself looking at a fall of a hundred feet before having a date with the jagged and sharp rocks down below the would surely rip his body asunder and send him back to the abyssal pocket of oblivion he once slithered out from.
Vithkun sighed and turned around to face Myra a hesitant smile only forming because he saw that she was not hurt. "Are you... alright?" he asked as he took a single step towards her although unable to gauge if her having to use her power had drained her. Was he to embrace her now - or did she prefer to just press on? Vithkun hesitated as he did not know what was right to do in the moment. "You used... 'that.'" Vithkun added concerned.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 11, 2019 17:05:12 GMT -8
Horrifying to realize that your own breath had been turned against you, that the bile you had been summoning to spit as acid was choked down and kept within your body. Your nostrils seemed free to breath on their own but he could not. The Drow had driven him into the darkest pits of need for to breath was the one thing most never had to think about. Now he had to very much consider how it might occur in those few moments. Then her Morningstar collided. Spikes tore into bone and sinew and drew back scales and crushed the very bones of his rib cage making him further hindered. His soul, while barely existent, was darker than any humans ever had thought to be. Darker than anything she had attempted to collapse in such a manner before. It was to disdain of the fact she did not end it but to Vithkun’s good nature that he be the one to manage a killing blow. Should she have ended it by draining him and killing him with his own life force it might have immutably changed her, and not for the better.
Even so as the glass shattered, shards flying outward and sealing themselves away in the carpet, she felt the immeasurable depth of her actions. How far had she been willing to go against such a creature. To what depths would she take her own depravity in order to ascertain his end?
Her expression was one of tranquility. Nothing shown in the few moments that lingered after her gaze following the way of the so called Lord. Bright eyes had been turned to pure white, shielded as if she were blinded and yet she saw so clearly in the moments she had called upon her heritage as ashborn.
His power now fueled her own as she had not contained it this time. She had allowed it the flesh it craved, gave in to her desires, used the power as it was meant to be used. Without constriction it did not make her weary for her earlier restrictions had been what drew her own force away. Not in her life but in the magic within her.
Hearing the brighter one of them speak she barely acknowledged it but to look his way. Hollow in appearance the iris came down from white to blue and carried with it how frightened she was of herself. “I shouldn’t have,” voice but a whisper she felt if she spoke louder it would crack.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 12, 2019 13:51:54 GMT -8
Vithkun took another glance at Myra and another step towards her. The white eyes didn't scare Vithkun, he knew she was no demon although some may find the trait to call upon such images. Barely did Myra speak before another couple of soundless steps were taken and he held her in his arms. Firmly enough that she would know he was there for her, but also so softly that she would feel that the compassion was not forced. "You did well." Vithkun said with a reassuring voice and smiled to himself. He was sure to be her support if she needed it and right now it seemed as if she did.
However the moment was not allowed to linger as Vithkun heard clawed feet and hissing noises coming from the stairs outside. His minions were on their way and frankly Vith wasn't sure that Myra could safely draw upon her powers again for the time being. "They are coming, we have to avoid them!" Vithkun concluded and looked around the room. "How did you get in? The front door?" Vithkun asked as he hurried over and put the lord over his shoulder intending to carry him the way he was.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 12, 2019 18:48:24 GMT -8
How quickly had they progressed from indifference to understanding, he crossed but a portion of the floor here but mountains within both their minds. They had embraced before, in the village, as her own way of showing her support. Of giving him what physically both were stunted at emotionally. Even now as he took her within his arms she instinctively reached back to do the same. Had it been so long since she had been embraced like this. Never had those words been uttered to her. Their sincerity reached her in a way that broke through the mire of her actions. “It was necessary.”
The noise at the door made itself very insistent. Scratching and clawing on the wood that was guarded by his own protection spell. With his death immenent as he crashed along the rocks it would be but moments before they could break the lingering magic.
“Through here,” rushing she removed the panel and ushered him through. Following behind him she pulled it shut, tightly, and made sure that it would not be visible again from the other side. They would know their lord did not find his end from his own means. It would be near impossible for them to crawl down the vent shafts with the prior Lord in tow but finding a length of rope in the kitchen they could lower him down with her leading the slide and making sure he did not get stuck in the vents. While they worked on their task she quickly told him about the never ending fire. The one that would burn along stone and scorch it.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 12, 2019 23:40:15 GMT -8
Vithkun looked at then panel wondered for a moment how well, he would be able to carry the lord inside that, but would of course not give up that easily. He followed Myra, this time dragging the lord behind him in his arms through the secret escape tunnel as he heard how the pawns of the late Lord Volypdaktos rushed into the room - confused, scared and aggressive. This would have to be a better alternative that to fight through so many and especially when trying to protect the lord.
The corridors seem to continue for a while and Vithkun nodded as Myra told him about the 'never ending fire'. He had heard about it before, but really he had little time to ponder such things now although he did wonder where they had gotten such things as demons were poor artificers and alchemists. Soon the arrived at an abandoned kitchen and Vithkun looked down the chute that Myra said they needed to go down. "Yeah we can't just drop him." he said with a wry smile as they found rope. Vithkun offered to lower him down the chute as Myra stood ready at the bottom to receive the unlucky lord. "Who is this guy anyway? Some fool that Volypdaktos possessed?" he asked Myra as he also climbed out the hatch and into the cellar with the many vials of explosive liquid.
"Do you have a plan of how we ignite these? I have my fire inscription I can use but then we have to be quick - I would recommend that I summon Wind Strider and that we are already on the go when I make the inscription." Vithkun said and rubbed his chin thinking the plan over. "You wouldn't know how to make a delay would you? I have heard that some use fuses, but I know little of that. It would give us a clear advantage." Vithkun argued as he struggled to get a good overview of in the pitch black darkness.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 13, 2019 6:51:12 GMT -8
Myra helped drag the body of the Lord when necessary and caught him with an agile grace when he came through the chute avoiding hitting his head upon the edge of it before placing him down gently. Taking care with his body he was still the Lord in the area, he would be recognized, and if he could be mentally healed he could handle the scaring in the land and the hearts and minds of the people. “He was the Lord of this place, of these lands.”
Settling him against on the crates they did not have long to enact a plan and with Vithkun unable to see, something she did not notice right away as her vision was clear as day, she was busy breaking into one of the crates. Glancing back to see him squinting she smiled at the sight. Crossing over to him she took his hands in hers, “We cannot light a fire down here, come with me.”
Guiding him to the door she entered through she cracked it just slightly, enough light for him to be able to see and for her to not be blinded. “We can trail them,” she suggested, “Through the door and by the main entrance. Just enough to where when one lights it shall light the others. It will be dangerous but with good aim just one shattering will be enough to quickly blow the whole thing. Keeping everyone inside will be the next challenge.”
He’d been seen, and followed, killing the Lord would not have alerted his subordinates had she done it alone due to the shielding on the tower. “The gates have to be closed...”
They could not be closed from the outside either.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 14, 2019 0:18:20 GMT -8
"The Lord of the land? So that demon... did he?" Vithkun asked and frowned although no answer was necessary as he knew his deduction was true - the lord had probably been possessed from the very start. "Oh... yes of course not." Vithkun said surprised by the sudden motion Myra made to hold his hands although it was of course necessary. Such firm determination came from her grip yet the soft touch did not betray her caring.
Vithkun followed Myra to the door and he peeked out looking at the courtyard which had only a few resident demons walking around. "Can we count on the rest being inside the castle after the ruckus we made?" he asked Myra. "If you think this is the plan to go with, I'm in. But how do we go about closing those gates?" Vithkun asked concerned. "Once they are closed I can make them stay closed, but only if they can be shut from the outside." Vithkun explained.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 14, 2019 8:40:15 GMT -8
"If they're searching after whoever did this then perhaps," he was in the opening but she had stopped talking for a second glancing back to the door she had came through that led to the outside. He was watching the courtyard as a lookout, "They should close the gates."
The realization came an instant after she had been about to offer to remain there to do so. To hope that she would find someway to survive in order to finish their quest but perhaps she didn't. The demons should be searching the castle itself and as soon as they realized the lord was dead they would squabble for control but secondly realize they needed to catch whoever was responsible before he could murder more of them. His escape was unlikely as he'd been visible before but they needed to cut off any chance of his escape. The main door was simply the next step in reassuring that.
Picking up one of the vials she was testing the weight. It was not weighty but the problem was the fragility of the clay.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 14, 2019 14:34:44 GMT -8
Vithkun was pondering their chances at success at taking out the last few in the courtyard - and if the door was already closed, as Myra said, they would be well on their way to succeeding. "Then I will make sure the door stays closed after I've taken out the few remaining the courtyard." he said and smiled. "It seems like your dark vision ability will make my presence down her a nuisance for you anyway." he said jestingly.
With deep red letters he wrote "Blazing flames" in elven on his sword and turned to Myra again. "So if you prepare the vials, I will make sure we can stack them outside without risk of being attacked - right?" he said rhetorically believing Myra to think his plan was sound. "Take care with those, Myra." Vithkun said his words sincere and reflecting a slight fear of Myra getting into trouble accidentally handling them wrong.
Moving outside one of the demons was close by and with a swing of Vithkun's blade flames stretched out incinerating the poor demon almost in and instant as Vithkun turned to the second, third and fourth who all went ablaze quickly after each other. It was powerful elven magic and not at all easy to manage - had the courtyard not been cobblestone he might have lit that up too and any allies close by might also suffer direct burns from the stray flames.
However as the last remaining guards in the courtyard had been dealt with he raced up to the gate and planted his finger on the thick wooden door and wrote the elven words "Ice Glacier" as frost took hold and soon the entire gate had turned to ice and there was no way any demon would break through that anytime soon.
Vithkun's knees went soft and he bend over slightly supporting himself with his hand on the door, panting. Two such powerful elemental spells so quickly after each other was taxing but clenching his fist he knew he could not linger or rest yet and strode back towards Myra.
"Are you about ready? Then I will summon Wind Strider and we can make our escape." Vithkun said with a hopeful voice.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 14, 2019 14:44:42 GMT -8
While he had hurriedly dispatched with the last of the demons in the courtyard she'd been preparing the explosion. Laying them along the pathway upright and chucking a few through the ventilation shaft for good measure by rolling them along after a certain point. The problem with the way that the lords home had been arranged was the one entrance. It was meant to make it easier to defend but in the end it would ruin them for the servants entrance was the only other exit they had found. If it was the only other true exit than it would not be suitable as it was about to go up in flames. It seemed Hermouth would not regain his ancestral home after all but his life was not forfeit to the demon any longer.
Myra set up the last few vials following the entrance around to the front where they would be able to toss one back and make sure the whole thing went up in an oblivion.
"Ready," she announced as she tossed the Lord over her shoulder and picked up the last vial to drop it on their way out. It would take only seconds for it to catch the next one alight and from there start a chain reaction. Wind Strider was the fastest steed she had ever seen and with the aide of his faithful tempest they would be gone before they knew what hit them. Carrying the Lord out and up they had to move quickly as surely someone would see them over the walls and either leap from them in pursuit or fire upon them.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 14, 2019 23:18:56 GMT -8
Vithkun nodded concentrated, it was yet another spell in a short time, albeit one he knew very well. The torrents og wind swept together in forming the steed that was made from air only. "Myra..." Vithkun said and turned to his companion. "You must take the reigns, I'm sure by now he trusts you." Vithkun said as exhaustion was visible on his face. "You ride him as you ride any other horse only you must stay focused because if you show strong intention he will obey that too. The speed and torrents of wind surrounding Wind Strider should keep us reasonably safe from arrows." Vithkun said and put his palm on her shoulder and smiled as a sign of trust.
"Hand me the lord and I'll make sure he won't go anywhere while we're riding." he said with a smirk. If Myra accepted Wind Strider would briefly dissolve and recreate its shape beneath them lifting up Myra in the front and Vithkun carrying the lord at the back. It would probably be a little while before Vithkun could use any spell higher level spell again and would use the time on Wind Strider to rest the best he was able to. As they would ride out of the courtyard a few demons on the walls would aim arrows at them with poor result and a couple on the drawbridge would seek to block their way but throw themselves out of the way in the last second falling in the crevice the drawbridge went over.
From here on out the way was clear and with the keep ablaze in the background they would need to head down to a village and deliver the lord. "Maybe it's best that we don't tell these simple people, that a demon had taken hold of his body. They may get the idea that some evil still lingers - A prisoner should be a better story." Vithkun proposed as they had made it sufficiently far away from any perils left.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 15, 2019 1:42:07 GMT -8
Boom boom! Crash burn. (Yay!) They escaped!
(Just kidding.)
“Strong intention,” repeating his words out of astonishment she’d consented the moment he said the words simply because of necessity. Doubtful that that she could manage it his faith carried her through as she transferred the weight of the lord to his shoulders. Wind strider appeared beneath them lifting them upwards. Riding him before it was nothing to sit behind Vithkun as they sped across the earth but for her to be in the lead was fantastic. Her hands intertwined in the razor sharp winds of his hair as it smoothed in her touch become as soft as the breeze that swam through the valleys in the spring.
Fearful only that her aim would not be true she whirled around the tempest a good distance from the gate and with the determination lent to her from what might occur from failure her aim was good and true. Waiting only long enough to make sure the vial exploded and lit the first they turned and ran. For all the speed that was granted to Wind Strider she pushed for the harshest winds imaginable, ones that would tear apart the sails at sea, that could rip trees from their roots in a storm, and ones that would bring them to safety on the ridge of the next hill before looking at the massacre of the once great home of Lord Vermouth.
The flames licked the wall to start. Making a ring of fire around the gate that soon destroyed the ice that had sealed it but now one dared cross its path after the first. Coming close had caught him alight and like the spell of a certain Drow he faded into nothingness just whispers of Ash catching in the rest of the flames and disappearing within its magnitude.
It was but a precursor of what would occur after because as it reached the store room the true excitement would begin. Akin to a backwards avalanche it all happened so quickly. The blaze that had spread over the walls with the attempt of smothering the stone blasted upward. Like hellfire setting itself upon the very landscape it seeped through all tunnels, tore through foundations, and in an instant brought floors crashing down into the subfloors. Breaking down every barrier meant to protect the once great home this would be its downfall. The storing of never ending fire.
The screams that rose upward of tortured souls being torn apart and cast to the four directions would never leave Myra. Some had once been elves, humans, and other smaller things. All souls lost and damned and transformed by the regrets of a life not fulfilled. Wiped from the earth as if it never existed the stone melted downward into a pitiful representation of what once was and everything not hewn in stone disintegrated. It would be days before the flames fully lost their powers. If it was not surrounded by the mountains it might have been drawn away into the forests but as it were it was contained and it would form a crater of magnificent proportions.
“I believe you’re right,” Myra said half-heartedly turning about Wind Strider and heading back to the village they had left their speed considerably lowered no need to rush now.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 17, 2019 13:25:25 GMT -8
Vithkun was proud of Myra - not only for having conjured up and made her plans come to fruition - but also for taking charge when it was needed. It was perhaps best represented with her taking they reigns of Wind Strider and safely bringing all three of them back to the city whence they departed. The villagers were there to greet them and had loads of questions - both to the chasm they could see in the mountains but also to the unconscious lord Vithkun tilted down to a couple of men who grabbed him.
The pure elf was about to smile and tell Myra how proud he was of her when he himself felt how his energy had been used up and with a half smile on his lips he fainted and tilted the same way off the tempest that the lord had just done - and luckily there were arms to grab him.
The following days were used on storing energy and food, repeating the stories of the demon fight to the children of the village and relaxing the best they were able to knowing what lay ahead. As the lord woke up Vithkun insisted on being the one to talk to him first which was of course partly because he could tell him what had happened and how the elf had relayed it to the citizen. However Vithkun's plans were somewhat spoiled by the fact that he was probably in need of months of restitution before he was mentally anywhere near a normal condition. It was understandable given the circumstances and Vith explained that he had been through a tough time and needed a lot of care.
On day three after their arrival back both Myra and Vithkun felt ready to continue and Vithkun was sure that whatever evil may linger had taken a blow so severe that it would stay in the mountains for a very long time. Having packed their things and said their goodbyes they were heading out of the village and Vithkun couldn't but think back on the beginning of their adventure.
"Soon it will be apparent if you were right to bring me." he said with a wry smile. "What will you do if by some reason I am not the right elf for the job?" he asked hoping she would humor him a bit. The thought of who were to bring back the Crimson Ascend weighed even more heavily now and whatever lighthearted banter he could have happen with Myra, he would appreciate greatly.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 17, 2019 15:21:28 GMT -8
The pride he might have expressed at her abilities she felt in return. He had fended off almost half of the demons on his own where as she had only made her way in by sneaking around. He'd risked life and limb and everything in order to find her and the relief she felt at seeing him had sparked uncertainty within her heart. A decision would soon have to be made about the most precious thing she'd been sent to find. It was less and less precious the longer she traveled with the elf. The years spent before meeting him had been bracing to say the least, the Tower not the very least of them for it had taught her much about herself but nothing to dampen the temper that ran so strongly within her veins. It seemed that it took a lighter touch. One barely felt until he fell off of the horse. Dispelling the creature immediately in her rush she had betrayed true feelings to the villagers. There was no disguising she cared for the boy, loved him perhaps, as she brushed back his locks and made sure they carried him to a place of comfort.
Remaining on a vigil when he slept she never left his side, never slept, and when he awoke she feigned that she'd just entered to check on him. A hard thing to do but she made herself believe it for she had slipped outside once in order to look to the stars for strength. Then she'd set about making preparations and when the Lord awoke she herself spoke to him. She explained that his soul was not tarnished by the things that had been done to the world, to his people, for he had been overcome with another. Her dark skin and demon like appearance may have never have gotten through to him but he felt her presence from the dagger. Knew she had been the one to free him. It was his very saving grace to see that one like her stood for the greater good in the world and that appearances were not what made the person but their strength of character. He had cried like a little boy and she awkwardly embraced him rubbing his back then before turning him over to a woman who was more matronly in order to age him back into a man.
On the day of their parting she was reunited with Uma but refused to take her into the badlands of the world. Wind Strider had been summoned, the beast unable to be hurt by normal means, but neither chose to make their journey too swift taking off at a gentle pace with but a few days remaining.
"I think it already has," Myra would tell him settled in just behind them their packs temporarily made into one as she had to keep them behind her to hold onto him properly, "But," and now she joked able to do so by the intention behind it, "If you're not the next one I find I'll simply knock them out and drag them there so it will be a quiet journey."
Good humor abounding for but a moment longer it was because she knew deep down of her own intent now that she could do so. Informing Vithkun might be a mistake for she wished him to be weary of where they headed. If it was her making him worry it kept him sharp and she needed that from him. As it were the journey itself was pleasant enough, the lands were empty. Barren far and wide with naught much to keep them company but the stars above and the dust that trailed behind them. Their assault on the keep had destroyed many who roamed this area. Frankly she was pleased by it and when they stopped on the nights and took shelter within his tent she would comment upon him taking out half the population single handed.
Usually sleeping in the corner she'd come quite a bit closer sleeping on the other side of the bed in the floor next to the tent wall. It was so he could see her there and she him. They could speak as well. One night she told him about the citadel. A tower reaching up into the sky itself. She told him it was rare for anyone to make the journey as the stairs themselves prompted many to ignore it much less the stopping to adjust to the atmosphere. She told him of the view from there, of touching the clouds and feeling the condensation in her fingertips. Of the ocean spreading across the horizon. "It never seems to end," she said, "The blue just goes on and on and I felt as if I were the smallest thing in the world at that moment looking at that expanse. I wish to traverse it some day," she told him her eyes full of the memory as she talked of getting a small ship and heading out upon it until she could, "no longer see land, no longer hear the sounds of the people. Just the gentle rise and fall, and when I look up I know that I shall see the true stars. No other lights to mar their brightness, just them."
It had been perhaps the most open story she expressed to him but somehow the friendship that had been garnered between them was solidified and breaking at the same moment.
They paused on the third night and she told him, "We'll be there in the morning."
Wanting to face it with fresh eyes and ears they had bedded down in some ruins that. Shells of buildings that had once been, only a few of stone with crumbling facades. Myra seemed on edge but she knew what they would see in the morning. They had been about to make camp for the night. Pulling off bracers and her cloak the air was warmer here, as if there was a pocket in the way the world was molded in this one section. Tossing them upon her pack Vithkun had yet to unfold the tent and she had been about to suggest they remain out among the stars. Their path tomorrow would be colder, and ending.
Then there were sounds of wolves howling. They were distant, and then close. Shadows along the walls of the buildings as they turned, the moonlight betraying their presence as they padded ever closer. Larger than regular wolves these were dire ones. Sharper teeth and senses and backs of raised hair as their hackles drew upward in a threatening way. How the two had not sensed them beforehand was a testament to their silence and the direction of the wind when they'd made their approach. There were too many to simply fight and Myra backing up a step her Mace left by her pack backed into Vithkun, her back to his chest.
Looking up almost breathless at the sight of them she'd not expected them, not this time at least. Before she had spent days in this location and their appearance had been thought to simply be coincidence but this time she had but barely been here an hour. Escaping was the only goal, before she had left her belongings above and they had been there when she returned, for what would wolves want with them, and even now she cared not to go for her pack. There were more pressing matters.
Elf and Drow stood, one before the other, and she had only one question for him in that moment, "Do you trust me?"
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 19, 2019 2:29:23 GMT -8
Vithkun laughed and felt joy remembering back. "Well that was pretty much what happened last time - only you made the mistake of letting me wake up. Tell me is it the same strategy you use in your love life? Knocking them unconscious and..." Vithkun said and couldn't help but think that his joke resembled what she had done to him. "... and claiming them as your own?" he said with a wry smile, the joke hopefully sounding as if he distanced himself from what had happened at the dwarves rather than poking more into that. After all the emotions were not that deeply buried beneath his pure skin and the risk of conjuring them up again were a little too dangerous.
The way there was barren - calling it the demon lands was certainly warranted though luckily they encountered no demons on the way - and Vithkun may have an idea of why they didn't. Using Wind Strider as transport was a good idea as he was a steed that couldn't be harmed by normal means and also didn't need food or much rest - only the rider needed rest because of the concentration it took. But at this pace it was easier - almost as easy as with a real horse and with Myra behind him and arms around him at was admittedly a welcome return to feeling her warm embrace.
Their relationship was also improving and on the journey it seemed as if they opened up to each other to a far bigger extend than they had before. No longer was Myra clinging to the far side of the tent and their talks in the evenings had inspiring. Myra had told Vithkun about a citadel that reached the sky and gave one an almost magical view of the ocean. The pictures she conjured in his mind were vividi - but how accurate were his thoughts? Water in that amount he could only imagine.
"I've never seen the ocean, only lakes. If you were ever to go sailing on the ocean I would want to go too." Vithkun said with a soft smile laying with his hands behind his head and a gentle sigh. It sounded almost too tranquil to be true and water was not the preferred element of the pure elves, but with Myra he felt as if he was almost endlessly adventurous.
The third night was the last night and they opted to sleep outside close to some old ruins but the howling in the distance seemed to have other ideas. Vithkun grabbed his sword knowing just as well as Myra that these wolves weren't ordinary ones. Very quickly they were surrounded and Myra backed into Vithkun as the pure elf put his hand on her shoulder as he clenched his teeth. "They are so many..." Vithkun said focused ready to fight with everything he had but has he was about to inscribe magic into his sword to fight a fight that he might be loosing, Myra spoke.
"Excuse me..?" he said and blinked although the seriousness considered she might have something up her sleeve. "Yes, of course. Don't even ask that!" Vithkun said and kept his eyes on the wolves awaiting what Myra had in mind.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 19, 2019 14:48:13 GMT -8
If the situation had been less tense his response might have been laughable. As it were they faced the impossible but feats that had been impossible before were conquered through ingenuity and strength. Now it was not fear that drove her actions but knowledge but it might be fear that gave him reason to halt. Or another misunderstanding due to the fact she had initially intended on taking the jewel for her own sake. Reaching it required his presence so he was safe for a little while longer.
Shifting her stance as she glanced to the wolves they snarled and snipped but kept some distance. Circling and looking for an opening. the two of them were swifter upon their feet, for a time, but the wolves would endure as long as they did and just a bit farther. Their thin sides were heaving up and down their last meal too long ago. They required sustenance and their determination would drive them to the ends of the earth now that prey was in their sight.
"Run," challenging the man in her word she had already turned face and she grabbed an open hand to put insistence into her words dragging him along beside her. Ducking through and around the ruins they came to a hole within the ground. Appearing like a sinkhole the edges were sturdy as they approached. The night was dark and the depth something even she could not ascertain but the wolves were nipping at their heels by the time they reached it. They would encircle them again. Myra seemed to have no hesitation as she approached but she gave Vith just a moment of it as she told him to "Jump" and she herself went down releasing his hand if necessary but if he held on they would go together. Flitting through the air as they both caught the breath they had lost she shouted to him, "There's water at the bottom!"
Putting her feet together she plunged in and then swam for the surface. There was light in the distance above them in the murky black. Hoping that he could swim as well if he were not capable she would go in after him. They would come up to cavern, dark but warm, the very water itself almost steaming as if they landed in a hot spring. Swimming to the edge there was a small portion that was able to be traversed with dark shale crushed into sand. Gaining footing she walked up onto it brushing back wet locks away from her face before wringing them out by the waters edge leaned over it. The cavern led downward from the pool and there were dim lights in the distance, as if the dwarves had once been here the way lit by faint blue stones embedded into the cavern walls.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Mar 20, 2019 11:43:03 GMT -8
"Wait... run..?" Vithkun asked surprised that they weren't going to do pull off a more offensive move. As she pullet his hand and he promptly sheathed his sword running alongside Myra - slightly behind to enable her to lead. In the back of his head he always had the wolves in mind ready to make a stand if they came too close - shielding Myra's back was an unexpected priority. None of those beasts would lay a paw on her while he was there. "Where are we going? They'll outrun us eventually..!" he exclaimed as he raced towards whatever destination she had in mind dodging right and left around the corners of the once proud buildings with the darkness of night swallowing the shadows of the hunting pack leaving only their glowing eyes in a levitating pursuit of the elves. His mind wanted answers so he could act accordingly but his heart trusted her completely even if no answer was given.
An answer was given through his eyes though as they approached and Vithkun knew what they had to do even before the command left her lips. Still he did almost hesitate when the clacking of the jaws behind him reminded him of what the alternative would be. Still holding on to Myra's hand Vithkun jumped into the unknown abyss letting out a silent scream as his feet left solid ground and gravity was free to act upon the elf. And although he was agile as few human beings, jumping into the obsidian unknown was asking for trouble.
"Water..?!?" Vithkun shouted back to Myra knowing that at least he wasn't going to break his legs now - but he still didn't know when the impact would happen but immediately closed both mouth and nose. The plunge happened a little later than he had anticipated but suddenly he found him in the pitch black grasp of the water and struggling he immediately tried to claw his way up towards an unknown point he couldn't discern called 'surface'. He was used to swim in the soft and blissful lakes near High Haven where the bottom was never far away and you would always feel safe. Here it was as if, even though a he could now just spot a dim light in the distance, that the dark grasp pulled him down and he doubled his efforts in getting up. Apparently water was not the same everywhere - or perhaps his panic just got the better if him. A helping hand was indeed appreciated although he would likely find his way to the surface eventually.
With a deep breath for air he emerged over the surface and immediately looked around trying to discern the place. There was not much to see, but the water was hot and as he followed Myra to the small shore he trotted up like a wet and beaten dog. "Y-you've done that before..! You cheater!" he said and pointed at Myra panting and his white hair all over his face before he cracked up a little. As he had regained his composure a little he also noticed the dwarven impact in the cave and started wondering. "Where exactly are we?" he asked Myra although he had a hunch...
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 20, 2019 11:54:48 GMT -8
The unvoiced concern at the cavern they leaped into was appreciated but the fright in his voice at the mention of what lay below was shocking. The assumption that he could swim was a mistake and it was the reason she had been watching for him to surface. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light instantaneously whereas his struggle was made apparent. Going under in order to retrieve him his flailing might damn them both but gripping his shirt and drawing upon him she came up to the surface with him. Treading water now he was on the surface, though less composed than usual, he had a hold of the situation well enough to make a good go of it to the edge. Showing proficiency the pools were a gentle sort of place to be in but the howling above them that but barely reaching their ears was a reminder of the danger they'd recently left.
Even in the heat of the ground flowing around them remaining in wet clothes would cause chaffing and an uncomfortable start for the trek farther in. "Well to be fair the first time I was not certain there was a bottom to this place," she told him laughing as well despite herself. In that moment it was all she could do watching him attempt to sort himself his hair concealing his face.
Rising up she moved one of the longer strands out of the corners of his eye. She'd avoided the wet rat look but just barely for she'd flipped her own hair back to keep it from interfering. Dropping the hand but not the distance between them she glanced back towards the way the the slim path led, "This is the entrance."
Posture erect it was tenser than usual her shoulder blades knitting behind her as she looked to the path, "I had hoped to face it in the morning with fresh eyes..."
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