The walking corpse of a man clutched at Hookor, slumping over him as Sephira watched warily...unable to understand exactly what was happening until it was already too late. The slave spoke, his speech was stuttering and a little garbled, likely from whatever had been done to him and the content of his words shook the mage to the core. An expression of pure horror flew across her features as the slave relayed his instructions and the fact that Hookor had just been poisoned.
“No!” The soldier screamed, her face going ashen with dread. Her voice echoed ineffectually across the frozen landscape, she was too late and one of her team members was now facing what was likely mortal danger.
The slave had been sent to stall them, so whoever had done this...whoever had brought those black ships had known that Sephira and her team would be coming.
This was a trap and they had walked right into it.
She reacted mostly out of instinct, ether flowing into her Rupturing and Attunement Spark to prepare for whatever came next. The tattoos the mage had gained last season glowed brightly under her clothing, and her witchmark was radiant with crimson light in her irises.
It was then that out of the corner of her eye Sephira turned to her fellow element Rey’na and followed her gaze. Out on the ice, not far from their current position the newly anointed Toraj stood as if entranced by a dark featured woman standing before him. Behind the woman there were at least five figures that were very clearly armed with bows and arrows.
The hair on the back of Sephira’s neck stood on end and time seemed to slow down around her. Almost sounding muffled she could distantly hear Hooker’s voice as he cried out for a tourniquet. Things had gone so wrong so quickly. They were so very vulnerable, two of their number were essentially incapacitated, but she, Rey’na and Rynata remained. It was six against three, those were not the best odds; But Sephira Blackwood had been far more outnumbered before.
Ether sang into her grasp like a spinning ribbon of pure silk, setting her senses alight with its embrace.
She needed to give her team time to recover...time enough to make a stand against their enemies. Taking a deep breath she neglected the urge to draw her saber and instead continued to pull on tangled tendrils of ether, snaking them into her Rupturing Spark as she choose a location just to the right of the group of archers, the woman and Toraj. If the lad was caught up in her spell, then that was a risk she was willing to take. There was a shattering boom as a crimson and starlight flecked portal was ripped open in the place she had chosen. The sorceress reached forward, physically with her hands; requiring the hand motions in order to enact what came next. Sephira had only done this one other time and it had been in practice, hopefully this time the effect would be far stronger now that that there was a true need.
The ether around a portal was not static and could be manipulated by a Rupturer, and so Sephira began to yank on the etheric fabric of space around the portal to enact a Pull. While she did so she moved through the motions with her hands of pulling on some invisible rope.
A Rupturing Pull would cause a gravitational effect across the area in front of the mouth of the portal that would pull anyone in that space toward the portal. Hopefully the magic would be strong enough to take the attackers right off their feet and buy her team the time they needed. The output or Egress portal was situated just behind the group of archers, and situated ten or so feet off the ground. It was doubtful, but if somehow she mustered the strength to pull anyone through, then they would be faced with a rather disorienting, but non-fatal fall.
“No!” The soldier screamed, her face going ashen with dread. Her voice echoed ineffectually across the frozen landscape, she was too late and one of her team members was now facing what was likely mortal danger.
The slave had been sent to stall them, so whoever had done this...whoever had brought those black ships had known that Sephira and her team would be coming.
This was a trap and they had walked right into it.
She reacted mostly out of instinct, ether flowing into her Rupturing and Attunement Spark to prepare for whatever came next. The tattoos the mage had gained last season glowed brightly under her clothing, and her witchmark was radiant with crimson light in her irises.
It was then that out of the corner of her eye Sephira turned to her fellow element Rey’na and followed her gaze. Out on the ice, not far from their current position the newly anointed Toraj stood as if entranced by a dark featured woman standing before him. Behind the woman there were at least five figures that were very clearly armed with bows and arrows.
The hair on the back of Sephira’s neck stood on end and time seemed to slow down around her. Almost sounding muffled she could distantly hear Hooker’s voice as he cried out for a tourniquet. Things had gone so wrong so quickly. They were so very vulnerable, two of their number were essentially incapacitated, but she, Rey’na and Rynata remained. It was six against three, those were not the best odds; But Sephira Blackwood had been far more outnumbered before.
Ether sang into her grasp like a spinning ribbon of pure silk, setting her senses alight with its embrace.
She needed to give her team time to recover...time enough to make a stand against their enemies. Taking a deep breath she neglected the urge to draw her saber and instead continued to pull on tangled tendrils of ether, snaking them into her Rupturing Spark as she choose a location just to the right of the group of archers, the woman and Toraj. If the lad was caught up in her spell, then that was a risk she was willing to take. There was a shattering boom as a crimson and starlight flecked portal was ripped open in the place she had chosen. The sorceress reached forward, physically with her hands; requiring the hand motions in order to enact what came next. Sephira had only done this one other time and it had been in practice, hopefully this time the effect would be far stronger now that that there was a true need.
The ether around a portal was not static and could be manipulated by a Rupturer, and so Sephira began to yank on the etheric fabric of space around the portal to enact a Pull. While she did so she moved through the motions with her hands of pulling on some invisible rope.
A Rupturing Pull would cause a gravitational effect across the area in front of the mouth of the portal that would pull anyone in that space toward the portal. Hopefully the magic would be strong enough to take the attackers right off their feet and buy her team the time they needed. The output or Egress portal was situated just behind the group of archers, and situated ten or so feet off the ground. It was doubtful, but if somehow she mustered the strength to pull anyone through, then they would be faced with a rather disorienting, but non-fatal fall.
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1 Action: Spell - Rupturing (Pull)
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