Len strapped his staff onto the back of his vest along with his book and quickly picked up the bag of stones, placing them safely in his pocket. He the proceeded to dodge several sword and magic attacks, trying not to get hit again. "I think Deathblade is right," Len stated, leaning away from the slash of another goblin's blade before kicking the creature and running over by Lucas and Incendia.
Finishing a group of goblins, Agnorth truned to see a group of skeletons attacking the drunk and Anna. He charged at the abominations, not stopping to realize that they weren't attacking anyone.
White Fire Hellfire The spell was cast. Immediately a massive, truly massive pillar of flame rose into the air where the demon had been standing. In seconds all the air that the demon had been using to feed his own fiery body was eaten up by her own fire. Without any air to feed its own body the demon shriveled up and was washed away in the white flames. And she still had some of the fire from the spell left over. She couldn't move from where she was at but she could still direct her flames at the remaining foes. "Get Down!" Incendia yelled as she tossed the remaining flames at the remaining goblins, fiends, and imps. Then she blacked out.
Deathblade parried more blows and blasted away more of the foul demons. He saw a pillar of fire, much greater than the previous one. Get down! more fireballs were hurled and he saw Incendia collapse. He then proceeded to leap over to the others, when he landed he waned a bit and his vision blurred. He looked down to see that blood was rushing from a wound on his chest. He then spoke, "we have to leave now, these demons won't stop coming, and we all know we won't be able to keep this up forever." He put his sword away and picked up Incendia.
Agnorth's hammer crunched the skeleton nearest to him into a splintered mess, when he saw something darting toward him from the corner of his eye. A wall of white flames hurdled over him as he ducked just in time. What the hell is that!?!
"A necromancer. I was beginning to think that things couldn't get any worse," "I gamble, too. I sho-- Augh, dear god!" He began to articulate, but he received a sharp pain in his wound, as if someone has stabbed him again and were twisting the sword around. He was panting for a few seconds before he could talk again. "Could you get me some help, please?" His minions put him in an upright position, as he knew that's how he should be positioned when hurt. It also hurt like hell. His clothes were completely ruined by now, and his flask was empty. What a day. Not much later, a charging dwarf messed one of his servants. He didn't even have the strength to talk, or make them talk magically, as they had no vocal chords. He just lay there, trying not to die for the time being. But then he saw a blinding white light encompassing all directions, with the brightest being a tower of... wind? fire? He wasn't sure. Maybe Death had just come to get him. What a nice surprise.
Len became dazed by the massive spell which engulfed so many foes. He saw the potential his magic could reach and wished to be able to summon that sort of spell as he wished. Then, as commanded, Len dropped down to avoid stray flames. It was more of a fall than a dodge and he was actually grateful of the hard ground and the light sense of rest that poured over his body. He knew there could still be foes out there, surviving. He forced himself to stay alert. Still clutching his arm, Len watched the demons burn while making sure other foes weren't upon them. As Deathblade spoke, Len barely heard him, he rose slowly, following Deathblade and the others as they fled the sight of their battle.
Annaleigh's fierce expression turned to one of concern when Atrius cried out, clutching his wound. "Are you alright?" she asked, trying not to sound too concerned. After all, he was "evil", wasn't he? Reluctantly, Anna went to his aide, supporting him so that he could remain standing. "I could heal you," she suggested. Her magic came from the gods, so she didn't know if it would work on a necromancer. But at least she could try.
Gloria emerged from the trees and was dumbfounded to see Anna tending to the wounds of the man known as Atrius. Obviously, she had missed something extremely important. From the look of things, they had been in a fierce battle. ''Sorry guys.'' she said. ''I was using the bathroom! What happened?'' She looked at Annaleigh with a clueless smile, almost as if the entire thing had been a joke.
Agnorth, who was helping Anna heal Atrius, looked up at Gloria and said, "We were ambushed by demons, goblins, imps and-" Agnorth noticed the bushes behind Gloria rustle. "DUCK!" He shouted, picking up his warhammer.
Deathblade heard the dwarf shouting something, when he appeared from the bushes he came flying at him warhammer raised, "Oh snap!" He barely managed to duck the crushing blow from the hammer, and fortunately kept a good hold on Incendia. "You shrunken fool!" Deathblade shouted, "you could of killed us!" The pain was now starting to grip him, he needed to put Incendia down, he found a log near the priestess who was healing the drunken man, he placed her down. He started walking to sit on another part, when all of a sudden the pain came in an even fiercer wave, he fell to his knees and threw up blood, the pain was unbearable at this point, that daemon must of hit him harder than he thought.
Agnorth, having realized that they were not under attack, saw Deathblade fall to his knees. He quickly caught him and began trying to convince the gods to heal this man's wounds, despite the evil in his heart.
Luke followed Deathblade, much to his distate, allowing the man to lead the way. They reached the camp soon enough and found Annaleigh, Atrius, and Agnorth all sitting near a log, healing. They must have been attacked by demons as well. "Is everyone alright?" Lucas asked, concerned for their well-being. In all the confusion the four had dropped their firewood. "I suppose we'll be sleeping in the cold tonight." What a cheerful thing to say. "Hold still," Anna murmured, trying to heal Atrius' wounds. She prayed silently to the gods, begging for them to heal the man, but they refused. Angrily, she stood up and turned her back on the man, furious at the gods and at herself. "It seems like the gods don't wish for me to heal you, Atrius," she said. And then Luke and the others reappeared, looking like they had also fought against the creatures. Agnorth seemed to be handling their wounds nicely, so Annaleigh took the opportunity to have a seat next to Atrius. "I'm sorry. Maybe Agnorth can help you. He seems to be have a handle on things." She said this last part bitterly, jealously. Why could he coax the gods into healing Deathblade, while Anna couldn't?
Anna and Agnorth tried to heal him, but it seemed only Agnorth's gods were helping him, as Anna crossed her arms and took a seat next to him. "Hehe, it's okay. I'm used to being ignored." He turned his head to Agnorth. "Thanks, mate." This was good, none of them seemed too stunned at him being a necromancer. This was excellent; now he wouldn't have to carry anything anymore.
the pain was beginning to subside as he was being healed. Even then the darkness would always be with him, no matter what forces of the light were there. He was surprised that those gods had taken favor upon him.
Whilst healing a rather large gash on Deathblade, Agnorth heard Anna say bitterly, His eyebrows met as a look of concern as he continued healing Deathblade. He began contemplating how best to approach the situation... He finished with Deathblade and continued onto Atrius, first testing a small cut to make sure the gods really didn't want him healed.
Gloria was completely mystified. First, Agnorth shouted at her to duck. Before she knew it, Deathblade was cursing at him for his folly. Gloria was content, however. Not only had she completely avoided the attack, but everyone else was in a vulnerable position. This is how Gloria liked things to be; people were easier to control with their spirits down. She smiled to herself with malevolent sort of discretion. "I suppose we'll be sleeping in the cold tonight." said Lucas. Gloria couldn't believe it. ''Look how many of us use fire magic! It's not that difficult for us to start one, you know.'' she said. ''You really should have managed to get some firewood though. Really, if you can't accomplish something as simple as that, how do you EVER expect to defeat those beings from the portal?'' She looked at everyone as she spoke, her ominious gaze silently judging them all.
Looking up from Atrius, Agnorth retorted with, "Why don't you go get the firewood?" Agnorth then turned back to Atrius, saw that the cut was fully healed, then said to Anna, "I may need some help with this, would you mind?"
Deathblade noticed the wound wasn't there anymore, he was satisfied then he heard Gloria speak Look how many of us use fire magic! It's not that difficult for us to start one, you know. You really should have managed to get some firewood though. Really, if you can't accomplish something as simple as that, how do you EVER expect to defeat those beings from the protal. Deathblade was now infuriated, normally he'd keep his emotions under control, but he couldn't handle her anymore. "Listen wench!" he yelled, "not everyone here is as spoiled or rotten as you, why don't you go looking for firewood, I'm sure you'll last out there by yourself! Who knows, maybe there are a few demons lurking out there to feed on ungrateful, spoiled, PROSTITUTES!." Deathblade yelled, it was over, he was calm, he didn't even care that she yelled back at him, she could babble all she wanted, it was well worth it.
"Heheee... You guys are funny." Atrius said, pausing between words. His conciousness was coming and going, so he could only hear the last part of the conversation. "My guys can go pick up some wood, is that OK?" He made a small gesture with his hand, and the walking skeletons moved with their absent joints and grunted with their non-existant throats. They'd bring back enough firewood for the discussion to stop. He saw them leave, and slipped back into that threshold between conciousness and unconciousness, and everybody turned funny again.
"Why don't you go get the firewood?" Agnorth had been annoying Gloria for some time now. An eternal prejudice of Gloria's was her unadorned hatred for dwarves. Just the sight of them aggravated her. ''I would have, but I was selected by Lucas to remain at the camp. Get it?'' She folder her arms sternly, a habit she had been practicing a lot more often since she met this crew of misfits. Suddenly, an infuriated voice bellowed something insultful at Gloria; "Listen wench!" he yelled, "not everyone here is as spoiled or rotten as you, why don't you go looking for firewood, I'm sure you'll last out there by yourself! Who knows, maybe there are a few demons lurking out there to feed on ungrateful, spoiled, PROSTITUTES!." ''How dare you!'' yelped Gloria. ''Being spolit has NOTHING to do with incompetence. Foolish man...you almost lost your life on a mission to collect firewood! Ha ha! Do you have any idea how pathethic that sounds? You are in no position to criticise anyone!'' Gloria was satisfied with what she said, but her motives were not entirely bad. She did, after all, want to succeed in their mission. A timid voice then added something about getting the 'others' to collect the firewood. Gloria was vastly impressed with Atrius...perhaps he was more powerful than she had originally guessed...
"Be quiet, both of you," Anna snapped at both Gloria and Deathblade, tired of their argument and ready for some peace and quiet. "Firewood isn't our issue here. We have more pressing matters to attend to, such as the demons. We have to make sure there are none of the monsters out of there still, not argue amongst ourselves. This is no way to start a journey." Turning to Agnorth, she sighed and nodded her head, coming to help him with Atrius. "What do you need help with?" she questioned, and then added, "Whatever it is, I don't think I'll be much help." Luke watched the argument in silence; Annaleigh had already criticized them for it. There was nothing more he could do. "Let's just finish setting up camp and get some rest. Atrius' "minions" will be back soon enough, and then we'll all be able to settle down until tomorrow morning."
Deathblade struggled to get up, when he managed to he told them, "I'll keep watch, I can see in this darkness, I'll be able to see them before you can sense them." He walked cautiously over to a tree and jumped up setting himself up on a branch, and rested there. He wanted to be alone, he had no idea what possesed him to come along. The demons? The gathering darkness? Answers to his mysterious past? He had no idea what, but he was determined to get some answers.
Atrius and Deathblade were both being healed, but Incendia was still unconcious and bleeding profusely from her leg. If she didn't receive any help soon she would die from blood loss. "Aestuo...Brother" She muttered in her sleep.
