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Arc 716, 16th trial of Cylus
Alex hoists her bag onto her back, finally satisfied with the weight and balance of it. Looking around her new room, she smiled. I actually have somewhere to call my own! The small, two room apartment was made of wood, and was barren, but it was hers. For the first time since Alfred and Joanna were arrested, she had somewhere to call her own.

In her pack was her tent, bedroll, some torches, a storm lantern, a tinderbox, a compass, as well a dozen pounds of assorted nuts, and a couple pounds of raisins. Alex had discovered raisins several arcs ago, and had developed an intense craving for them since. While she was out shopping for food, she saw them sitting in their bin, and couldn't resist. Sitting awkwardly at her waist was a pair of newly purchased Embersteel Pugios. She had a knife in her pack that would be used to cut out the eye, whenever they finally found the Death Worm.

Leaving the house, and the rest of her belongings behind, she locked the door, closing the door on a small hair. May not be the best test, but I should at least know if my door has been opened when I return.


Alex made her way towards the North Gate, not far from where she was living in the Northeastern Civilian housing. She picked her way through the alleys and hard packed dirt roads, keeping an eye out to get a better idea of the neighborhood and where to avoid. She noticed some sketchy looking men down some of the alleys, their shadowed figures adding to the menacing look of the path. When she arrived at the gate, several bits before she was supposed to meet Kydrel, she was glad no one had tried to rob her. She only had about 40GN on her, but that was still more than she was willing to lose.

She sat beside the gate, and waited, watching the people walk by. I hope that this guy doesn't flake on me- I need to head out today. I told Miss Givings that I was, so one way or another I'll be leaving today. From where she was sitting she could hear two guards standing behind her gossiping. She heard mention of an arm in the forest, and this peaked her interest for a while, until she became distracted. She thought about her plans, and decided that they should go to the army first, and see about getting an escort. Her toes wiggled in the dry boots, and she shivered slightly, the dusk hardly lifting for the day this early in winter.[/align]
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Kydrel stared at the items strewn across his bed, arms resting against his hips, evaluating what he would need for the next 30 trials out in the wilderness. He had very little experience with it, what little he did know stemmed from his journey from Rhakros to Eztos. And that was a memory he would not soon forget. The travel had wearied him but he pushed through it. Rest was for the lethargic.


The Avriel grabbed his small satchel and began stuffing his supplies in it: his tinderbox, hemp rope, five oil-soaked torches, a small container used to house bolts for his crossbow with 30 inside, his water skin, toiletries and eating utensils.


I really don’t own very much…


Always on the move, he didn’t have time to acquire anything but the necessities.


Gathering up all the earthly possessions he owned and slinging it over his neck so the bag rested against his side, Kydrel carried his armor and weaponry on his person, as usual. He headed towards the door of his temporary home, not bothering to give it a second glance. If it burnt to the ground while away, he would be completely unmoved. He had discovered he didn't grow attached to most things.


Kydrel strode out the door, slamming it behind him and began making his way across town to reach the far gate. It took him almost a full break to make it across the bustling city. Excitement began to bubble up in his chest at the thought of the adventure that loomed before him and he struggled to contain it. He couldn’t though and it revealed itself through a twisted grin.


Unfortunately, a little girl was walking past with her mother at that exact moment and looked up at the towering Avriel, yellow eyes gleaming menacingly and a face twisted into what must have looked like a snarl to the young child. She screamed. The mother jerked around, slight concern. But seeing her unharmed that emotion quickly turned to annoyance. She looked down at her little girl and scolded her.


“What’s wrong with you? We don’t have time for this! Be silent and come along!” She tsked irritably and yanked her along, the little girl looking back fearfully at him. Kydrel barely even registered the interaction, walking purposefully towards his destination, shoulders thrown back, armor gleaming in the torchlight that lined the city walls.


Soon, the gate came into view and he began scanning for the familiar woman. He growled, aggravated.


All these stupid humans look exactly the same. How am I supposed to tell them apart? She had red hair…I think…


Kydrel kept scanning the crowds. Finally his amber gaze landed on a lone woman standing off to the side, seemingly lost in thought. She looked so small and petite. Hardly a person to fight these alleged 'Death Worms'.


No wonder she hired me. She’d be eaten alive within the break.


Striding over to her, he stopped a few paces away, black wings shifting forward, billowing out before settling over him like a cloak. He stared at her coolly.


“Well? Let’s go.”
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Alex saw him making his way through the crowd, and a small knot in her chest loosened. Good, he came. She was not relishing the thought of making the trek alone, and her distrust of soldiers meant she likely would have gone the whole way alone. His bag looked empty, and she realized that he hadn't brought much.

Well, I hope he enjoys sleeping out under the stars, cuz he isn't sharing my tent. She readjusted the pack on her back, and took a few steps towards him, letting him know that she had seen him. His face looked displeased, and Alex began to realize that this was his default. He stopped before her, and shuffled his wings. When they flared his already imposing figure nearly doubled in size. As they settled down, he cooly stared at her and stated that he wished to be off.

She nodded to him, and headed off, her pack preventing her from seeing if he was following. If he can't keep up with me here I don't need him. Besides, I havn't paid him yet...I'll do that when we get to the army. I don't want to bring a massive purse out of my belt right now. She tossed that sentiment over her shoulder towards him. "I'll give you your starting share when we get to the army."

She quickly headed out of the town, and towards the northern forest. She had overheard several watchmen talking about an arm of the army that was out doing a sweep that way. Thank god that I was sitting there for so long. She thought as she quickly sped through the last few stragglers clogging the road, and then she was free.

Her legs stretched, and she tightened the strap of her pack as she went. It feels good to be out. The fresh air was invigorating, and she felt a sudden urge to run. She looked down at her feet crunching in the light dusting of snow, and slowly picked up the pace until she was lightly jogging at a pace she could maintain for almost a full break. She shouted towards Kydrel, "Hey, lets go! I want to find the army before nightfall!" The twilight that was standard these days somehow felt like glorious, and for a moment she was a little kid again, hiking out with her father.
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She just nodded and turned, her bag almost as big as she, leaving the city behind her without a word. Kydrel appreciated the straight forward sentiment. Maybe this journey wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. He imagined being trapped with a chatter box and he doubted whether any amount of nel was worth the trouble. Though being out in the woods, one wouldn’t miss a lone person. Accidents happen in all the time in the wilderness after all…


Moving after her, wings retracting behind him, still slightly outstretched, Kydrel strode to catch up. He began to nod in return at the mention of receiving his wage but froze in place where he stood as she finished her sentence. So caught up with the payment and the job details, he had forgotten about the military escort. He’d assumed they would turn her away. He didn’t think she’d actually get one.


Holy hell, does she not know what that means for me?! She does realize what I am right...an AVRIEL, the most hated race in Idalos, 'traveling' with a lone practically unarmed woman, out in the wilderness. They will think I’m a slaver. I’ll be lucky if they don’t noose me where I stand.


Cursing loudly, a few startled heads turning in his direction, Kydrel growled low in his throat. He vaguely remembered her mentioning it. This was already turning out differently than he expected. He had no intention of betraying Alex. It didn’t serve a purpose for him. It benefited him to work the job and receive the payment in full. But the military on the other hand might see his presence differently and would hardly listen to his claims of innocence…


Snapping at the air angrily at the unforeseen turn of events the Avriel took a running start and leaped into the air, his powerful legs launching him upwards, unfurling his wings. Beating them hard and fighting against gravity, Kydrel lifted into the air. Twenty feet up, he scanned the air currents. Catching sight of one blowing north in the general direction that Alex trotted in, he angled his body towards it. Tilting his wings slightly forward, he felt the wind catch his feathers and propel him along, occasionally flapping to maintain altitude.


Alex yelled something behind her, which he assumed was directed at him, her words muffled, lost in the buffering wind that swirled around him. Still slightly flustered by the Yluhid’s comment, he couldn’t help but feel a ball of dread form in the pit of his stomach.


A host of highly armed, highly trained human men, all whom will most likely strike first and ask questions later. They wouldn’t even need a reasonable explanation for why they killed an Avriel. They could make up whatever they wanted and their superiors wouldn’t question it. They are lucky I’m alone. A handful of Dominion Trainees could easily take on a squad of their men.


Kydrel cursed Alex again, glaring down at her for keeping this tidbit concealed from him even though he knew she told him.


That part wasn’t important.


All he knew was that if the guards even twitched wrong, he was taking Alex down with him. And if that meant a kris between the ribs as they fletch him, so be it.


She better know what she’s doing…
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The soldiers came quickly to surround Alex, weapons still sheathed, but peace-straps unhooked. In addition to the ten or twelve foot soldiers, there were three men mounted on animals not immediately recognizable to those not from the northwest of Idalos. The creature had a far more loping gait than a horse, and was heavier in build, carrying its head lower and possessing clawed feet, rather than hooves. It had a thick, stubby tail, with short fur covering it's two-foot length.

The human upon it was riding in signature armor readily known to all that had any connection to the Army of the Etzori. The red sash identified him as a full Marshall, the highest rank afield. The black armor narrowed it to one of two. The stylized arachnid designs left no doubt; this was Marshall Drulik Webb, "The Spider".

The two adjoining mounted men immediately closed ranks protectively upon their leader. One was in armor only slightly less elaborate than Webb's, the other was in robe, reinforced with decorative hardened leather. He ignored the highly outnumbered woman and instead focused a resolute gaze upon the avriel hovering above. His hand began a swift gesture, only to be halted mid-cast by a wave from the Marshall. "Hold." was all he said, as a second group of soldiers approached in haste behind them.

"Hold up there, Red." one of the foot soldiers called to Alexandra. He was obviously of a rank above the basic "mark", but not by much. He waved the rest of his "block" back and stepped forward, pulling his sword. His men did not actually withdraw, but they kept their distance, if only to the point of maintaining a tight circle around the two. The Highmark slowly leveled his blade beneath Alexandra's jaw. "Aukari, aren't you." he sneered, "Here to spy on us with your aerial support, eh?" he lifted the sword in Kydrel's direction with this last remark.

"Stand down, Highmark...All of you...Stand down." Webb said with complete confidence of obedience. "I think we have enough advantage to forego the bluster." He dismounted as he spoke, rubbing his backside with utter disregard for dignity. "I still say there's no reason to incorporate these Slogalla into our cavalry. Are we so determined to separate ourselves from the 'Bloodied Hearts' that we willingly cripple our spines with these beasts?"

The men turned in apprehension, casting worried looks toward both him and the two strangers. "My Lord, take care! these are enemies!" the Highmark said, once again swinging his sword in Alexandra's direction, but more as a pointer this time than a weapon. "At least wait until the rest of the 'Wingblock' arrives. They'll shoot that avriel out of the sky."

Webb looked up at the hovering figure. "Come down sir," he called in an even voice, "No one..." he now faced the men, "NO ONE..." and returned his gaze skyward, "...is going to shoot you down."

The men stood about, murmuring uncertainly. The Highmark approached Marshall Webb, pointing out Alexandra's red hair and Kydrel's wings, intending to follow-up with the revelation of what races those features would suggest. Webb silenced him with a glare, his voice waxing sarcastic, "Imp's Blood, you're right! Those ARE wings! And that lovely red covering on her head IS hair! And there are fully TWO of them, and only...thirty of us! Perhaps I should put you on preemptive grave-digging detail! I certainly hope we can kill at least one of them before they slaughter us all."

The Highmark's face turned nearly as red as Alexandra's hair "My Lord, they could be assassins! An avriel and an Aukari? It would not be unexpected that two such..."

Webb cut him off "I have already made my wishes clear, Highmark. If they are assassins they are damned stupid ones to try to take me here, in the midst of maneuvers. And as for her, do you KNOW that she's an Aukari?"

The sound of a clearing throat turned all pertinent faces as the man in the robes spoke for the first time. "Actually, My Lord, the Highmark's concerns are not beyond protocol. You are vulnerable regardless of the force stretched thin around us. Your very lack of concern makes you drop your guard. Many Aukari would gladly give their lives to see you slain. However, it is a simple matter to see if she IS, in fact, an Aukari."

The Marshall considered for a moment, then sighed, "Yes, yes I am aware." he made a vague gesture toward the treeline. "Raise my tent there and we will check them out." He then approached Alexandra, voicing no complaint about the wary stances of the soldiers, raising numerous bows and readying sword and javelins as he removed his gauntlet and took hold of her bare arm. "Nope, no unusual heat here. I would guess that she is simply a red-headed human." Then he turned a suggestive grin to her "And a lovely one at that. But we are in a state of war, and this is often contested ground. Let us search your belongings and then we will decide what to do with you."

Almost as an afterthought, he turned to Kydrel. "You too, sir. Come along cooperatively, and we can get this sorted out all the quicker." The word was said with just a hint of a grin, as if he assumed the winged humanoid would not normally cooperate.
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Alex slowed as the soldiers surrounded her, surprised that they had encountered the soldiers so soon. Huh, lucky she thought, before the men finished surrounding her. One of the soldiers, obviously having a modicum of command, sneered at her and drew his weapon, the cold point pressing beneath her chin. She tensed when he first drew the weapon, but relaxed as she heard his accusation. Why of all the stupid, idiotic jackasses we could've come across, this is the one we run into?

The man who was obviously the commander hopped off his odd steed. Oh, its a....dammit, what are they called? Her lack of memory bothered Alex, but the man's next words solved the conundrum.Oh, of course. Slogalla.

His descent obviously worried the soldiers around, and Alex couldn't help but let out a mirthless chuckle at the man's fear. How dull are you? If I were an assassin, he'd already be dead, fool. The smirk across her face wasn't going to make her any friends, so she hid it before it truly began, and schooled her face into a much calmer, and more innocent look. At the mention of shooting down Kydrel, she felt a stab of apprehension. Not that he would die, but that he would blame her for this. Odd thing to worry about when I'm surrounded by thirty men assuming I'm a trained assassin to kill their leader.

She nodded up towards Kydrel, hoping he saw the small movement and realized that he would be safe.

The commanders sarcasm almost made Alex laugh, but she caught herself in time, and continued to look around, worried. The men argued for half a dozen trills, before the commander waved them off, and came close, grabbing her arm with his bare hand. His rough hand was firm, and muscular, obviously the hand of a man who uses them on a daily basis.

She looked at him, surprised and slightly shocked at his comment. The man must be twice my age! She had heard rumours of 'The Spider', and the stylized designs on his armour confirmed it was him.

Alex decided to go with the man, and play the innocent girl card as far as it could get her. As she walked off, she whispered to Kydrel, "I'm sorry about this, but it should be over soon. Either way we would've run into them on our way north, so don't hold this against me. I can't leave without you."
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They had been traveling for a relative short amount of time when Kydrel first spotted the mass of men marching towards them, an array of mounted and foot soldiers making their way on the path ahead. A few of the creatures looked odd. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, not having much experience with horses to be able to compare the two.


Watching as the armed men circled Alex; Kydrel felt uneasiness grip him, noticing a vast majority of eyes trained on him, weapons held tightly. He could almost hear the arrows releasing from their bows, feel the arrows tearing into him and the life extinguishing from his body. He knew they wanted to, he could almost taste it. In that moment he almost left. Instead he stayed. But not for Alex.


If they want a fight, I’ll give them a story worth telling. How embarrassing it’d be for them to have a dozen of them bested by one Avriel before they could put me down…


The thought filled him with glee and he smirked smugly at the thought of fighting the horde single handedly. He would clearly lose being so largely outnumbered but it wouldn’t stop him from trying. The challenge would be worth it. Kydrel turned his gaze, still hovering over the group, armor reflecting dimly in the low light, black wings almost blending in with the dark sky around him. He reveled in the uneasiness he knew some of the soldiers must be feeling as he hung there over them, the upper hand his as long as he remained where he was.


Where all Avriel belonged, elevated above the land dwellers.


Suddenly one of the men drew a sword and aimed it at his client’s throat and Kydrel almost dropped down, crushing the offender’s skull beneath his mace. But he restrained himself.


She wanted the military escort. This is on her to get out of this mess.


Satisfaction settled in his chest, he hoped she was at least a little intimidated by the situation. His attention shifted to the general mass and turned to the three men mounted on the strange looking creatures. Even from here, he could feel their commanding presence over the men. He warily allowed gravity to take hold of him, slowly sinking within range of hearing their ‘conversation’, seven feet over their heads.


“…shoot you down.”


Kydrel tensed, hand reaching for his crossbow but seeing a lack of action directed at him, he lowered his hand and listened. He watched the exchange between the three men, clearly mixed emotions were felt, the tension almost as thick as the trees that surrounded them. When, what was clearly the commanding officer, grabbed Alex’s arm, the Avriel stared passive.


He waited.


Finally the officer looked up at him and addressed him. The wane smile seemed to exude sarcasm or a small amount of respect. At least, it should have been respect. Kydrel decided to ignore the former and accept what he assumed was the latter.


Besides, an inside look of the workings of Etzos’ army might prove useful in the future.


The mercenary landed lightly on his feet, shaking his wings out before allowing them to settle against his shoulder blades, cracking his neck as he did so. He turned slowly, his amber eyes narrowing coldly as he made eye contact with the soldiers that now surrounded him. They stared right back, hostility crackling in the air.


As he came up next to Alex, hands loose by his side, ready to snatch up his weapons at a moment’s notice, she whispered at him. He carried on as if not hearing anything.


I’m not being paid enough for this…I knew I should have asked for double...
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The soldiers guided Alex and Kydrel towards the treeline where they were expected to stand while the pavilion tent was raised. Joining the Commander in this structure were both of the other men that had originally arrived on mounts with Webb, as well as a number of guards. An low-lying evening mist was starting to gather, though the darkness made it difficult to perceive.

Webb saw to it that the block headed by the soldier that had initially confronted the two visitors received an extra ration of rum. He had embarrassed the man before potential intruders, and now regretted it. He knew he could have handled the man differently and still kept the situation from escalating. This would serve as an apology without the public display.

But this did not change his certainty that the two strangers were not agents sent to kill him. He did not know what their business was to take them from the relative safety of the city to this rash excursion into the wilds in the dead of Cylus. It was understandable that his soldier had thought the woman to be an Aukari. And then considering that their heading had been to the north, the only simple answer was Hiladreth.

"So let's see what you are carrying?" he said to Alex, motioning to one of the men to gently remove the contents. He gestured to the avriel that his turn would be coming next. Outside of the obvious tent and bedroll, which the soldier unrolled to be sure nothing was hidden within, there were torches, a storm lantern with oil, the usual eating utensils, tinderbox, compass and a decent quantity of food. He gestured to the new knives she wore on her belt. Examination showed no facility for specific poison reservoirs on them or the sheaths.

"So, a pair of ten nel knives, and about fifteen more in food supplies, and the usual trail package." he looked over Kydrel's possessions, "And you look to be the guard on this excursion. Weapons, armor, torches, rope. Functional, but nothing to eat, and no money to buy any."

Webb could see that he'd have to have her practically strip to truly check what all she might have on her. "Well, I could swear I heard the clank of a few gold nel while we were making our way here." he offered, to let her know that he figured she had other belongings hidden within her clothes. With it requiring so many layers to keep warm, it was to be assumed that they both would have hidden caches upon them. "I would prefer not being forced to have you strip in this cold weather. So, give me honest answers and I will see what I can do to confirm them."

He turned to look upon Kydrel, "To be honest, I think I'm probably going to get a more straightforward attitude from you." The Marshall looked him up and down, "A plain man-at-arms, nothing too complicated. You carry no food with you, which suggests that this meager amount of hers is supposed to see you both...where? Hiladreth? I could have a 'Flight' escort you there. Would that suit you? I truly have no real cause to hold you, other than just the fact that you are an...odd pair."

His voice got slightly distracted as his gaze seemed to linger on the ring on Kydrel's finger. He seemed to pause to reassess the pair before him. He was about to make some kind of decision when shouts came from outside the tent. Something about 'The Mist' was being repeated amidst screams. The Marshall froze in shock for just an instant. "The Mist? That's impossible! We're a good two hundred miles from the Misting Wood!" he started to reach for his helmet, but stumbled as the mist, which had crept in below the tent flap, seemed to form a hand around his ankle.

He stomped down, and the mist scattered, unaffected. This allowed his ankle free and he hurried to the door "Torches! Get those fires going! We need flames and wind!" The scattered mist did not relent however. It coalesced into an all-too-humanoid shape behind him. He seemed to know it was coming though, and spun back around, swishing his blade through it, delaying the completion of its full shape.

But that did not stop its hands from becoming solid enough to grab the Marshall's wrists. The Marshall shouted to his "guests", "It's misty parts can't hurt you, but they can become solid and do anything a man can do." A thin, grey, wispy arm reached for a nearby knife, the hand at the end becoming solid enough to lift it to strike. But it's target was the robed man instead.

A second figure had been taking shape on the other side of the robed figure. The mage cast a blast of gravitation at it, which tore the tent from its pegs, but had no effect on the misty form itself. It had apparently not become sufficiently solid to be hit. At the same time that the knife wielded by the first mist form found the mage's back with a fleshy, butcher-block 'thunk', the scene exposed by the sudden loss of the tent was laid before both travelers.
There were a good hundred of the misty attackers. Swords were passing through them ineffectually, doing nothing more then leaving brief planes of mist amidst the overall shape where the blade passed through. Many of these misty forms were holding blades and taking a toll against those soldiers not focusing purely on parrying.

But the far more grisly attack was when the mist form would slide an insubstantial 'arm' into a soldiers mouth, and down his throat, to solidify there and begin strangling him. Now and then a stiff gust of wind would stretch the misty form enough to pull the arm back out, but no permanent harm was done to the thing. Only torches seemed to truly drive the attackers back, the bodies of the things evaporating in the heat. But it would be slow work to completely eliminate even one this way.

And they were all around. Four were now shambling towards Alex and Kydrel.
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Alex followed the Commander, and unloaded her pack. He seemed like a fair man, but she didn't feel the need to give him any reason to treat them with more suspicion.

As he unloaded her pack, she watched to make sure they didn't break her lantern. Damn thing cost me way too much. He finished unloaded, and verbally summed up her supplies, Alex felt herself grow angry. What?! How much is this worth? Last time I buy supplies from in town. Her outrage and shock battled inside of her, but she made sure to show no emotion.

As if they charged me that much! She thought, making a mental note to avoid that General Goods store in the future. The knives I knew were going to be overcharged, but by that much? She realized why the man had been smirking so much- even by compromising, he had more than tripled the base price of the daggers.

As he turned and began speaking to Kydrel. She was staring at his mailed feet, and noticed the mist begin to curl under the tent flaps in a most peculiar fashion. Thinking nothing of it, she ignored it, and went back to watching the mans face.

Crashing sounds grew from outside the tent, and Alex's attention was once again stolen from the Commander. She frowned. That's a lot of crashing going on.... something isn't right. She looked around at the mage and the commander, and as she did, the Commander heard the cries. He shouted something about The Mist, and how we were too far away, before a hand solidified in the mist and grabbed at his ankle. He stomped it free, and shouted that fire and wind would help, before the mage beside her was killed, a shadowy arm thrusting the dagger into his back.

As the full view of the camp was revealed, her eyes grew wide. What is this madness? She had never seen anything like it. Shadowy forms picked up swords and swung at off-balance soldiers, slicing deep into their necks. She saw dozens of the shapes across the camp, and the soldiers were having a hard time staying alive, and swords swung ineffectually through the mist, the creatures reforming after a moment.

Alex reached for the table where her stuff was, and grabbed three torches. Her fingers found the tinderbox, and she felt the cold as the numb digits fumbled with it. Dropping it, she cursed and looked for it. As her hands closed around it, she looked up to see four of the forms stumbling their way towards her and Kydrel. Come on Alex, get it together!

Her fingers swiped on the box, and sparks flew, landing on the torch head. In trills, it was alight, and she quickly lit three others. She slammed two into the ground next to Kydrel, standing upright. She shouted at him to protect her, as she did so, an awful, terrible idea in her head. She looked at the forms, seeing they were mere trills away from her, but she trusted in Kydrel to hold up his end of the bargin.

She grabbed at the fabric of the tent, the heavy cloth and shattered wooden pegs making it nearly impossible to drag. She paused, and looked at it, running over to the other side. She pulled at the fabric, folding small sections back on itself, creating a full half circle of cloth and wooden posts.

She refused to look at Kydrel, realizing that he needed her to finish this. She grabbed her container of oil, and splashed half of it across the thick cloth. I can worry about seeing after we survive this! She returned the oil, and lit the corner of the fabric, flames quickly rushing across to light up the sky , and protect her back and sides.

She shouted at Kydrel, and grabbed a nearby soldier, hauling him next to her. She looked him in the eyes, and saw his fear. She felt that fear, but couldn't let it stop her. Slapping him, she focused on his eyes, and shouted at him to use fire. She thrust one of her torches into his hands, and spun him around to face out from the ring of fire. She shouted again for Kydrel to join her, and she prepared to fight for her life.
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Kydrel
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As the soldiers led the two of them towards the tent and began going through Alex’s things, Kydrel tensed. It was one thing to accost them on the road and threaten them, that he would let slide for the sake of their quest. But it was something else entirely to rummage through his personal belongings. He had nothing to hide, owning so little, but they were still his property. And no one touched his property.


He would have been lying if he said he wasn’t surprised when the commander turned towards him abruptly and asked for a straight forward answer. Attention was normally completely focused on him because of his race or he was invisible, ignored because he was “just the hired help”. It seemed as though the commander distrusted Alex. While it stroked his ego to be asked about their travels, being called a ‘plain man-at-arms offended him. Now he just had to decide whether or not he wanted to tell the truth.


We aren’t doing anything illegal. There is no reason to lie. We won’t get anything out of it except some kind of punishment if we are found out. He did call me plain and that alone is unforgivable.


Kydrel stared at him coldly, amber eyes blazing at the insult he’d been given. The commander’s gaze flickered toward the Avriel’s ring, adorned with two different colored stones and instinctively he stiffened. His first reaction was to jerk it behind his back and out of sight but he fought the impulse with all his willpower. He didn’t want to make it seem as though he had something to hide. The commander was surprisingly observation. And that could prove dangerous for them. Especially if he discovered what it was.


The winged man held his breath, waiting to see if the leader of the armed men would say something. Just as he seemed ready to speak, shouts and cries of pain reached their ears. Both of them turned towards the noise, alarm spreading across their faces. Then the commander started yelling.


The hell? What’s the Mist?


As soon as he shouted for torches, Kydrel’s hands were reaching for his spiked mace, unhooking it from his belt and releasing the soft leather it was wrapped in to keep from impaling himself on. The other reached for his buckler, both held at ready.


Watching the commander, he suddenly realized the mist behind him was taking shape, as though it was alive and a stab of dread crept into the pit of his stomach.


How the hell am I supposed to kill something that I can’t hit??


He was about to lunge forward and find out when the commander turned and sliced through it. Out of the corner of his eye, Kydrel saw the mage gesture and the tent explode. The Avriel stumbled back in surprise, having never seen such display of power.


What the- What did he just-


But his thoughts were cut off as he saw the scene before him. More than the winged man cared to count, the Mist figures amassed before them, men screaming and doing their best to fight off their attackers.


His attention was dragged away from the masses as four of the creatures came for them. Staring grimly, he stepped forward in front of Alex, mace and buckler at the ready. Just as he was about to leap forward, a burst of light appeared in the corner of his eye and he saw Alex slam a torch into the ground.


Then an idea struck him.


Wind.


Stepping a few paces in front of the torch light, Kydrel snapped his wings out, the Mist creatures half a dozen feet away and began flapping them as hard as he could back and forth. It was almost awkward standing there, trying not to jerk around as he tried directing the gusts of air towards the enemy.


They paused as they lost their form for a few moments, two of them disappearing completely the turbulence catching them. Kydrel jumped backward, hooking his buckler into his belt and snatched up a torch. He leaped forward again and swung it through one, it dissipating as the heat burned through it.


Suddenly Kydrel felt a burst of heat against his back and heard Alex yell at him. His focus lost for a trill, he turned to see a blaze of fire, apparently Alex managing to set fire to the tent. He didn’t have long to appreciate the idea though, as just as quickly, something cold touched his face.


Jerking back in shock, Kydrel swung his spiked mace wildly in the direction of the Mist, passing through its form harmlessly and stumbled back towards Alex and the fire. He managed to catch his balance, flames to his back, torch and mace held at the ready wondering what in the blazes they were going to do.
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