From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

The surrounding lands of Rharne boast several towns and settlements that lie on the northern shores of the River Zynyx. This includes Mistral Village, Caervalle Town, Zynyx Market and Volta.

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From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:11 am

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Zynyx market was in full swing as midday neared, the sun high overhead. People were smiling, enjoying a day among the merchants. Children were running around in play while their parents watched on happily. Pet dogs were yipping playfully, food vendors were hawking their wares, tourists and native alike were mingling. People had felt safe, for it seemed that the Lightning Knights and other forces had put a sizable dent in the Flameborne forces last cycle. There had not been a single attack since then.

And the Lightning Knights and other defenders had not grown lax. Every village and roadway had been vigilantly guarded and patrolled and manned on a constant basis. Crime across the board was down, deaths and injuries were down. And so, people finally felt that they were in a time of peace. And so, while the military and such did not relax, the citizens took a collective sigh of relief.

Down on the south side of the river, a child was playing near to the clay pits, building a castle from the discarded sticky mud. He smiled his toothless grin, imagining himself as the king. He even made a small flag from a leaf and stick. He stuck it proudly in the tallest spire of his castle.

Then a large, clay hand shot from the mod, snatching the boy by the head, and with a cracking squish, popped his skull between its fingers. At the same time as that, all through the clay pits, along the entire bank of the river, on both sides, arms, tentacles, and other appendages made from clay and mud spawned and snatched every person there. This included those playing in the water, the clay workers, the members of the military standing nearby. None were ignored if they were in reach. Some of these limbs extended as far as ten meters from the river to snatch at people, with hands the size of carriages.

And so, the peace was shattered, and the screams erupted.

Meanwhile, as the panic on the south side of the market erupted, undead of many types were seen emerging from the northeast and western bends in the river. Once each stepped free of the river, their bodies ignited in a flame that burned the very ground they stood upon, billowing smoke all around them. These flames burned as hot as the innards of a large smithing furnace, and yet didn't consume the thralls. The winds on this day seemed to be in their favor, as two separate winds blew the smoke those forces produced into Zynyx market, obscuring everything and making it difficult to breathe as the forces marched on it.

The intent was clear, burn, consume, or kill everyone and everything.
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Note: Zynyx Market is 1 day's travel south of Caervelle Town by road.
Zynyx Mark is 3.5 day's river travel from Mistral Village, 4 days from Rharne proper, 2 days from Volta.
It will be roughly 6 days travel from Storm's Edge by land, or one day by land and 3.5 days by river.

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Thu Jun 13, 2019 2:26 pm

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Aneka has been working non-stop since the start of the season, and now she was sent to Zynyx Market, The Hot Cycle is usually the height of trade there and the whole war has only slowed it down momentarily, still the knights were constantly on guard, they've had more recruits thinking they can avenge loved ones or fight these things, but that was a stupid way to think of things that would get them killed.

Aneka was put in charge of a group of newer recruits sent out here as extra bodies to patrol since the trade season has come. There were about six of them, including Aneka, there were also a few veteran knights that came along but they moved on to different parts of the market.

She had no practical experience with leadership, but right now she was the senior of the group, and her hiatus from combat training gave her time for more mental aspects of being a soldier, that includes being a leader. Hopefully she was ready.

One of the initiates under her wing is a young man, barely old enough to hold a sword, but the eager look in his eye says he's ready to fight, or at least he thinks he does, Jacob was his name.

Another one was a larger man, a character known as Rolf, about the same age as Aneka and stronger by the looks but most because of the farmwork he did before he joined the knights, he has the dull country boy look to him, but the strength would come in handy.

One initiate was a half-Aukuri, and if he wasn't wearing that armor, the others would have cut him open already, but Aneka doubted they would be able to, at least not easily, he holds himself as if he's no stranger to a fight and if he lived in Rharne all his life as a half-Aukuri, he'd probably fought harder than anyone here, that includes Aneka. This one was named Arkey, but as far as the others are concerned, he's just another Aukuri. Aneka pushed the prejudice to the side during work, but even so, deep inside, she felt an unreasonable anger or hatred to him.

The other two were twins, young men, nearly identical and they seem to be the most inexperienced of the bunch, they seemed to not know how to hold the sword properly at times, but one them seemed to be clutching the shield they were holding tightly like their life depending on it, she didn't know what story the two had but they were scared and nervous, that was obvious. She'll need to keep an eye on the two. Their names were Seth and Sam, Seth was the one holding on to the shield in a vice like grip.

"Right, gather round you lot." She called out and the stood at attention in front of her. "We're just here to patrol, but we do it as a unit, some of you are fresh from the recruitment office but this should be a routine patrol, I assume we've all seen knights patrol before right? Probably even hide from them from time to time." She joked a bit and put her hand on her sword hilt. "Just keep your eyes open for anything, pickpockets, thieves, extortion, fights or anything suspicious."

She looked over to the two twins looking fairly nervous. "Listen everything should be fine, just stick together and don't wander off, normally patrols are just one or two knights or initiates but right now we're not in Rharne nor are we in a time of peace so we stick together, understood?" She yelled out and the others stood at attention.

Before she could start moving, she heard a scream, followed by more yells of surprise, fear and pain. "What the-" She muttered and looked down to the road of screaming people, in the distance she could see huge hands of clay and tendrils sprout up from the ground, grabbing people and crushing them or dragging them down into the ground.

She was about to rush down south when Arkey called out. "Smoke! Coming from the northeast and west! They were closer west than south, and it seemed like wherever they went there were enemies abound.

"We move west! Stick together, shields up! We need to link up with a senior knight! We're scattered and everyone south is either too busy or dead! Everyone move!" She yelled out and rushed forward to the western side with her squad. What she saw made her grit her teeth and plant her feet. A whole army of them!

Now what should she do? "Illaren Protect! Everyone Hold the line!" She called out and stepped towards the closest one. She could feel the heat from where she was standing.

She held up a shield to block the first attack and jabbed her sword into the undead's chest before planting her foot on the creature and kicking it off back into the crowd of them.


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Re: From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

Fri Jun 14, 2019 5:33 pm

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Just north of the market, Oonah sat atop a split rail fence people-watching as she soaked in the sunshine of a glorious day.

'TAG! You're IT!' 'Can't catch me!' 'NaNaNaNa!' A small herd of children chased each other around the grassy edges of the market place. Their bright cheerful faces, dirt-streaked and smudged, as only children having fun should be, dodged about taunting each other to greater efforts of catch and release. They reminded her of a colorful collection of birds - some tiny wrens, a shy blue bird. There was a pair of preening cardinals - brother and sister, a responsible robin or two and one very noisy jay.

Gennadiya had given her several trials off from studying and her responsibilities for the clinic. It was a well-deserved break. Besides, the Tunawa healer had reported a decline in the Well Visits she had been making around the community. People just seemed healthier with the warmer weather and the opportunity to finally get over an epidemic of cabin fever. It was a rare opportunity to relax and secretly nurse her desires for establishing a health clinic of her own someday. She had visited several potential villages with a mind towards the type of patients she might treat to see if she felt an affinity for one place over another. This place had real potential - a popular stop for travelers, market traders, hunters, and water goers like her friend Cail. Caervelle Town was next on her list but she'd heard it had a large population of retired folk and the place didn't see much action. It would be difficult to beat Zynyx market. Bah, enough about work....

Soon she found herself caught up in the children's fun, which in turn caught their attention when she began mimicking the calls of the birds as each represented child dashed past. They were quickly enthralled by the tiny twig-like woman who explained what she was doing only to be bombarded with requests. 'Make me a bird!' Do me!' 'Do me!' Of course the jay was most persistent. Only the small blue bird stood aside without asking to hear her call; but her eyes lit up when Oonah pursed her lips to whistle tu-a-wee for her. The child's blue eyes reminded her of Cail's little girl, Paige, and she wondered if her ship sailing friend were near.

Oonah noticed the smell of smoke before she realized the joyful screams sounded more of panic and pain. Dark acidic clouds of it rolled in quickly as if traveling with the wind more than just on it. The scent was both putrid and sweet, nauseating and meaty. She could even taste its oily viscosity on her tongue. Alarmed she looked around, consciously counting the children who were now corralled and trapped with her by the smoke. Only five! She'd lost the wrens and a robin. Blessed Moseke, may they have made it to their folks, she prayed.

Whistling sharply, she called those who were left to her. "Down to knees and hands must you all go low the smoke. Better breathing there." Oonah's tiny cry was shrill with her own fear of fire above their sobbing coughs. Smoke ravaged eyes squinted through heavy tears as she called out to them. "To the waters safe to be most!"

Gathering her flock close, she paused to get her bearings but had to guess the correct direction to the river's bends. She could only choose the least smoky avenue as flames began to crawl and grow unnaturally about them.

Not getting far, she stumbled over a loose pile of smoldering cloth. It took her three trills to recognize the fire frizzed, orangish-red hair and what was left of the brown tunic of the lost Robin. The child's flesh was blistered, split and blackened, sightless eyes were hollow in a tortured expression. Trying to block the sight from the children behind her she wondered, had the child run ahead or was the group walking circles?

Looking up in despair she saw the burning ghouls coming nearer trailing flames along their path. She stepped between the children and macabre walkers then began to pray.

"Moseke please surround us, fill us, and shield us with your cool comfort and blessings. Guide us as you bind and cast away this evil. Willingly I give myself if only you protect the children…"

She already knew Moseke didn't answer prayers that way but she had to do something.

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Fri Jun 14, 2019 6:20 pm

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It was like she could breathe again. Magic had returned to the world within the last few trials, slowly seeping back into the fabric of Idalos like wine through a silken scarf. Warm winds battered the Special Assistant as they wheeled overhead atop an Enormowl handled by one of her Air Troops. This was how she spent her time these last few trials since her ether’s return, flying out across the expanse of the Rharnian countryside to cast her eyes across the lands of Rharne. Her Rupturing Spark was like an eager child, it craved the swiftly moving landscape beneath them even if it was not the one powering their travel right in that moment. Flying on the back of the puffy white avian was quite a bit different than tumbling through their air on skysteps or out of a portal, but there was indeed still a freedom to it. It was in that freedom for one small moment Sephira Blackwood was actually enjoying herself.

It was almost easy to forget for a trill why she was there. Ellasin and her Coven was on the move from what Faith’s intelligence had reported. Attacks were incoming and they had to be prepared to move swiftly. Right now in front of Faith’s home a large contingent of Elements were preparing themselves at the direction of the other Assistants that she had tasked with the job. They had to be ready to move, and the more landscape Sephira could set her eyes on...the more easily she could get her soldiers where they needed to be.

For a short fleeting moment her mind was cast back to Scalvoris. This was not the first time she had left her home to complete a mission but it still left a growing pit in her stomach that something would inevitably go wrong while she was gone. The majority of the military was still on the island, but that did not change the fact that Sephira had always felt responsible for the safety of the place she was born. Her family was there, at least what she considered her family.

With a blast of crisp wind the Enormowl crested over a bend in the river below. Sephira tightened her grip on the leather handhold in front of her. Just ahead of her the Air Trooper wheeled the mount overhead as Zynyx Market came into view with a splash of color. Brightly dyed tent awnings and people came into her line of sight. This place was both a village and also a crossroads on the land and water route to Rharne that served as a large country market. Those entering the River Zynyx from the bay in Volta would often stop here to sell their wares and caravans taking the northeasterly road to the capital did the same. At first everything seemed idyllic, children played and chased each other through the stalls and people moved about with heaps of goods in their arms. A few eyes drifted upwards as the giant snowy owl passed overhead. It wasn’t rare for the Rharnians to see a mounted Storm Roc in their skies, but the Enormowl was something slightly more alien. Still for the most part the pair of Elements were ignored as they passed overhead.

That was when the acrid scent of smoke slammed into her.

It was happening. The intel from Faith has not been wrong.

“This is it! Stay overhead, figure out how many there are and where they are coming from!” The mage called sharply to the Air Trooper as she tightened her grip on the saddle. Slowly and carefully Sephira tensed her legs and rose up to a crouch on the precarious position on the back of the Enormowl. The Skysoles that marked the bottom of her feet keeping her steady amid the battering winds.

“I’m bringing in our backup.”

Ether swirled into her Spark as she sucked in a cold calming breath. Skysteps snapped into place beneath her as the mage leapt off the back of the Enormowl and plunged dowards, running through the air on crimson shards of light. Already her mind was reaching out to form the image of the landscape at Faith’s lakehouse. She could see it clearly in her mind as she tore through the air held aloft by her magic.

There was a shuddering boom as the crimson portal opened and Sephira made it to the ground just within eyeshot of the clay pits. Back at Faith’s home the egress of the portal opened where she had intended, right in front of several hundred waiting Element Troops. That was their signal to move, and move they did.

Within a few moments Elements from the Land and Flame branches came rushing through the portal all armed and ready for combat.

Sephira stood there in front of her portal as her troops filed in behind her. All the while she watched as the Lightning Knights scrambled to respond to the threat of the flaming undead. That was something she had never seen before. Undead she had encountered, but nothing like this. She had head rumors about the Flameborn plaguing Rharne for the last few seasons, perhaps this was in some way related to them. Regardless, they were going to need water and a lot of it.

Thankfully there was a river nearby.

“Elements! I want a northeastern and western assault force, and I want a third group getting these civilians out of here to the northwest. Get yourselves organized!” She ordered sharply, casting a glance at the nearest Assistants and squad leaders who had emerged from the portal.

“These things are on fire, Defiers, I want water on hand. Coat all blades and arrows in it.” The Special Assistant said, recalling how Faith had hold her about the Wardens and the effect water had on the Flameborn. As the woman spoke she unsheathed the saber at her hip just as she sealed the portal once her Elements had made it through. They had a few Flame Troop Defiers in their midst, and quickly the lot of them worked to dampen all weapons including the Special Assistant's own in the liquid.

There were at least three hundred standing behind her and had begun to separate themselves into three groups. A third were grouping up to face the western assault of undead with Su’an one of the Flame Assistants at their lead. The Defier would be indispensable in this fight with her magic. Sephira had known her since she had enlisted and she trusted the woman to do her duty. The northeastern group she would command herself and the third group to handle civilian evacuation was headed up by an Air Assistant who was coordinating with their winged Enormowl rider in the sky.

“Give these people time to escape. Hold them off!” The Special Assistant shouted just before heading off in the direction of the northeastern mass of undead.

Ether sang through her like wildfire as she shot off at a sprint, her squad of Elements right behind her. Her Rupturing Spark flared with anticipation and her Attunement Spark flickered to life as Sephira began channeling Omnivision, allowing her to feel the world around her in a ripple of Notes.

The undead to the northeastern bend in the river were practically incandescent with flame and thick choking smoke. They were packed together tightly and there was no easy way to aim their charge to know if they could penetrate their ranks. Especially not with the red hot flames surrounding them. They needed to clear the field, and give her soldiers a chance to gain a foothold.

Reach out with her consciousness toward the river itself Sephira infused a flicker of ether deep within the rushing waters of the River Zynyx. There was a flash of scarlet luminescence beneath the water’s surface as the portal opened with a boom and the egress was torn open instantly right in front of the oncoming undead. In the next split trill Sephira constricted the fabric of reality around the portal, executing a Push with the clenching of her left fist; sending the contents of the river hurtling forward into the ranks of their enemy as a wave of water.

Hopefully it would snuff out their fire, or at least take them down to their knees and give her soldiers a chance for a solid counterattack.
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Re: From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

Fri Jun 14, 2019 9:54 pm

The world had turned crazy this season. Gennadiya had found herself very busy that season with the new clinic being set up, and also the War against the Coven. Gennadiya knew that there were others who were more involved in managing the day to day and gathering information, but there was plenty to go around. Their intelligence had suggested that something would be happening soon here in Rharne. Gennadiya had been assigned to help Air Assistant and his troops. Their instructions were simple help the civilians escape and heal who they could.

Gennadiya had come prepared for the trial. She was dressed in the leather armor she had purchased back when the call came out. It wasn’t grand armor, but was well made and fit comfortable. At her side secure but easily accessed was her war fan. She wasn’t expecting to be up front and fighting but she also wasn’t going to allow herself to get killed or others because she didn’t bring a weapon that she had training in. She also wore the green cloak and hood of a priestess/healer of the Adunith. She wore it proudly and made sure that when she walked no one would be confused. She would need to be a beacon to the civilizans. Lastly she held her medical supplies which included the bandage that Moseke had left her.

Gennadiya had actually risen before the dawn that trial. She had greeted the dawn and at the same time she had prayed to Ymiden. She could still remember standing in an open field the gentle winds blowing around her causing her white skirts to billow as she stood with her arms raised. “Oh Ymiden be with us this trial. Watch my soul. Regardless of what happens help me to remember to focus on love and hope. Give all of us strength to do what must be done but with hearts committed to protecting others and not hearts of hatred. I know that this cause is just and will be guided by you.”

Gennadiya had then returned and finding a garden had also retired to offer prayers to Moseke. “Noble mother.” Gennadiya had prayed as she sat among the plants. “We will see what this day brings, but I will stay true to life. I will save who I can, weather that is with a bandage or with a blade. Be with me this trial as I face a new challenge and test. Please be with all of us who fight to save life.”

Now she stood with the other leaders of the troops, not that she would lead the troops but it would be a much easier place to know what was going on. So it was that when the portal opened she was ready. Gennadiya was one of the first people through the portal. She quickly moved out of the way of the troops before she looked upon the scene before her. Flames and smoke were billowing up from two parts of the town. There were shouts and screams and death. Gennadiya paused and shook her head at the scene, and it was even close up.

Battle was upon her and she felt her self in turmoil. How could people do this to each other, who could really attack so many innocents. NO, NO, NO it couldn’t be. Gennadiya forced herself to look around and felt love and compassion for these innocents. They were innocent and she was here for them. She pushed back her revulsion and clung to that steel that had stayed her hand against the boy who killed her sister, which had helped her stick to her oaths as a healer. Gennadiya walked forward towards the chaotic crowds even as the troops moved to help.


“People of Zynyx.” Gennadiya called “We are with the Order and Rharne follow us we need to get you to safety.” She marched directly into the crowd and started stopping people going the wrong direction. She soon realized that even in her robes she was becoming lost in the crowd. She paused and took a deep breath. She pulled her hair down so that it cascaded down her back. Then she shout to the crowd. “We need to get to safety. Follow me, follow the dawns light.” She then released her gift of Painted sunrise upon her hair, and even as her hair took on the colors of a beautiful sunrise she then released ray of sunlight so that it radiated from her hair. Giving the impression of a sun rise. “Bring your wounded, bring your children, bring your loved ones. We will get to safety.” Gennadiya began to shepherd people around her even as the other troops came up to watch the rear of the civilians. The Favored of Ymiden held her self tall.
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Cail walked around the ship preparing to dock at the village. It was tight with a few other trader ships in place, but this was her job. To get her clients and the cargo to the market for the trade season. The woman doubted that any would leave with her later on in the day. It was better to get there early enough for the merchants to get their stuff set up to sell. She was glad to have little Paige with her on the boat. The child had taken to sailing fairly quickly, she believed it was a blessing from U’frek in her mind. The woman did not always have the money for a crew. So most times if not all the time, the young Biqaj would sail alone, which caused her to get creative with ways to get docked.

“Ready to step off Paige?” Cail called with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” Paige said running out of the captain’s quarters.

Cail laughed gently and said good bye to her clients before getting off the boat with Paige. She had slowly began to get used to living within a city, but she did long for a time when the sea would surround her. The woman had not presented the idea to the child, the last thing she wanted was to scare her. Paige had come a long way from when Cail had found her, but there was still progress to be made. The young woman walked down the docks saying hello to several workers along the way. She decided to go look at the wares that were offered at the market. She assured Paige that it was okay to go play with the other children. The woman did not want her to feel segregated from others her own age.

Blue eyes danced around the market excited, Cail wanted to see if there were different things available to buy in the area. Walking through the sounds of children laughing made the woman smile. Pulling some of her hair over her right shoulder, the girl twirled it around as she heard Triton bark and run off after Paige. It calmed the slight nerve she had about her being in a new area. The woman walked up to a stall that had different types of food for sale. She viewed all the colorful fruits that stretched across the front. Picking up a strange orange colored ball, the woman smelled it at first curious whether it had a sweet scent or a bitter one.

The scream that ripped through the air made the woman jerk up. Her head whipped around facing back towards the docks, her heart stopped seeing all the smoke rising in the sky. Not only was it rising, but it was coming towards her. The woman began to run towards the smoke her heart pounding against her chest. All she could think about was Triton and Paige lost in the chaos as people tried to run away from the threat. It wasn’t long before Cail had been knocked over several times admits the panic. Fighting the scream when her hand was stepped on, the woman stood up and kept going forward. The closer to the docks she got the more choked up the Biqaj became from the smoke. It was the glimpse of the creatures that caused her to start calling out. She had to get them to safety if it killed her.

“PAIGE! TRITON!” Cail called out trying to find them.
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It was pure and utter chaos at Zynyx market. Undead were attacking, fires were burning, people were running and screaming and dying. Aneka and those with her were heading west, calling for others to do the same. Oonah and the children were near the water's edge, with undead and the clay limbs near to them, while Oonah prayed to Moseke. Cail was down at the docks, looking for Triton and Paige.

The Lightning Knights on hand were scrambling to make their formations, to seek out their appropriate leaders for direction, and they were fighting back. Just as Aneka had gone west, so too had many of the Lightning Knights, pushing back against the enemy there. The fighting there was fierce, but the Lightning Knights were holding the line.

One of the clay hands reached out toward Oonah and the children in her care. It shot toward them, fast as a mugger in the night, gripping around one of the kids. There was a loud squelch as it squeezed. Then the hand fell away into mud, and the child was still standing there, perfectly fine, albeit confused. Between Oonah and her charges, and the attacking undead, the ground turned to deep, sticky mud, and the undead advancing on them found themselves temporarily mired.

Moseke had answered Oonah's prayer, through her domain of earth and ground and land.

Triton and Paige were not seen, nor heard, as Cail called for them.

Then Sephira's portal opened, and the Elements and Gennidiya arrived, placing themselves between the river's edge and the civilians. And so, these soldiers set to work, and some pushed west as instructed, more went northeast, and the final group were heading northwest, looking to get the civilians out and to safety. The civilians responded to Gennadiya's display, looking to follow the glowing woman that represented the order. But still, there were many around lost in the chaos.

Sephira pushed the river into the northeastern undead and for a moment, it seemed the flames were snuffed, though most of the undead were fairly unphased, a few knocked off balance. Once the water settled, the flames reignited, small gemstones in their bodies flashing brilliantly orange in the process, and the advance continued. But the entire northeastern area was muddied now, for Elements and Lightning Knights and Undead alike. It was slow to move through, and both sides of the conflict were finding themselves in a greater position of difficulty.

The attacks were being stymied, and the preparations of Faith, and those working with her, appeared to be effective, as the number of undead were starting to lessen. Not enough to stop the fight, but all those present at Zynyx would find the lines holding and the escape to the northwest unimpeded.

Then in the distance, the far distance, right in the field of vision from Zynyx Market toward Rharne's mountain, a great and powerful Rend opened up. It was so far away, that the immensity of the Rend was quickly obvious.
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Re: From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

Thu Jun 20, 2019 2:44 am

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From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle



There were more knights that followed her lead, or at least had the same idea as her. Shield walls were being put up, a melee here and there, but it was a losing battle, they needed to retreat, but judging from the burning on the south and the northeast, they were boxed in. The only thing she could think of was securing a boat for evacuation.

She looked over to her own squad, they were doing poorly except for Arkey, he seemed no stranger to fighting. The others weren't so skilled or lucky.

Aneka bashed her shield in one of the flaming undead's face, staggering them before slashing the thing's neck. She pulled back and looked over to the other knights, busy with their own squad or following their own orders. They needed everyone here and they were shorthanded as is.

The boat idea couldn't work, they didn't have enough people to even hold the line and the northwest was basically overrun as far as she knew. She needed to think of something to get them all out of this situation.

And as if fate took pity on them, a huge explosion echoed through the battlefield, and a rend opened up, from there dozens of warriors had arrived as reinforcements. "Well, that changes things." She said to herself and refocused on the battle at hand, even with the much needed help, it would be a hard fought battle, they needed to break through their ranks to gain any sort of foothold.

The initiate Jacob, had broken from the shield wall and rushed forward in rage and frustration. "Idiot! Get back here!" She called out and rushed ahead to bring him back.

She called upon her mark, her arm tingled and she threw a bolt of lightning at one of the undead that had their eyes set on the young fool. That wasn't enough, three more surrounded him and before she knew it, he was surrounded and she could hear his pained screams.

She paused for just a brief trill, shocked at what just happened, but she needed to stay focused. She stepped back and returned to the shield wall, one of the senior knights called for her to pull back and assist with the evacuation.

She nodded and stepped back as the reinforcements had filled their spots and started pushing the undead somewhat back.

"Alright! Look for survivors and bring them to the beacon in the sky, if they can make it themselves then leave them to it, help the injured and children first!" She ordered and her squad scattered to help the civilians that are in a panic.

She felt something bite at the bottom of her leg and she almost struck whoever bit her, but it didn't seem to be an attack, just to get her attention. "Triton? Where's Cail?"

The dog barked and ran off, as if asking her to follow. Aneka of coursed followed after Triton, Cail was no fighter and if she was injured she needed to get her out of there quickly.

As she was following Triton, a huge boom echoed west of the town, a huge rend had opened up and she expected the worst. Enemies had reinforcements and even with the help from the Order she doubts they could hold off long. "CAIL! WHERE ARE YOU!? CAIL!"


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Re: From the Ashes, Flames Rekindle (Part 1) (Open)

Fri Jun 21, 2019 2:29 am

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As her prayer trailed off through the whimpers and cries of the children, Oonah turned away from the dead robin child. There was nothing to be done and she had to steer the living away before upsetting them further; besides it seemed that somewhat of a path cleared toward the north east. Her first steps sank into the softening ground like walking along the banks of a muddy stream. Thinking they must be near the river she rallied the children with a cry, "Now to hurry! To river there almost! Each take a hand tight to hold and let go no!" And they had hope.

As they threaded a twisted path, odd plopping and blooping sounds began to drown out the crackling of flames and the guttural moans of innumerable undead. Through the clouds of roiling smoke she could see silhouettes of people dashing by to escape any way they could - or not as told by muffled screams of the dying. A wild-eyed man screaming in terror suddenly emerged from the smoke running straight at them and into a large dimple of mud that stuck first one foot, then the other, before the bottom abruptly dropped out sucking the man below the surface as his screams cut short.

The next terrorizing scream came from Oonah's little blue bird. A large glob of clay, vaguely hand shaped, plucked the child right out of Oonah's grasp like a snake constricting its prey. The Tunawa, horrified, nearly retched at the loud squelch as it squeezed. But just as quickly as it had struck, the hand fell away to mix again with the mud. Shockey, the child stood, stunned, her eyes wide and confused. "Great Mother Moseke's Mercy," Oonah breathed reverently, vowing to never again doubt her prayers to the Immortal. Jaw firming in determination, Oonah grabbed the girl's hand tightly again, to drag her if she must, and ordered Jay to take the other hand, re-connecting the living chain of children. "Needing now we go!"

As globules of mud raised and dropped around them without actually touching any of them again, Oonah quickly realized the sticky mud was also holding back the undead that still continued to slog through knee-deep. Still they were isolated. How could they know Aneka had taken charge of a group new recruits? Otherwise they would have run that way. Crouched low in their dark little world, Gennadiya's bright gleam couldn't pierce the smoggy barriers of death encircling them. By her side was where Oonah would have chosen to be, if she had only known. They weren't aware of reinforcements arriving through a portal under Sephira's command. Oonah did spare a thought of gladness that Cail probably wasn't here after all.

As if their smaller frames were the cause of being able to walk nearly atop the viscous mud, Oonah and her five charges continued on their crooked path as quickly as they could. Dodging under a flaming reach too close for comfort, then wincing still at the threat of a raised mud appendage, which actually flung around the closest fiery ghoul instead, they struggled on until another cry reached them, hysterical and high pitched, pleading for rescue.

Closer and closer, Oonah began to think she recognized the voice. Through of the clouds of billowing smoke and humid steam, smelling of worms boiled in river water, they came across another smoldering bundle of cloth. Stuck hip deep in a mountain of mud like a collapsed sand castle, the brightest blue eyes blinked tearfully at them from a red streaked face. Paige. Cail's girl. Her crying stopped in a hiccup, "Angel Oonah?"

Always questioning it seemed, Oonah started with, "Paige! Where is Cail? Triton?" And ended with a shout to "Jay and Cardinal!" pointing at the large noisy boy and the boy with shockingly red hair. "An arm each of Paige's must grab and pull!" To the three girls, "Dig hands into mud against Paige's side. Must bring air in to break seal." Setting to, with a cry of pain and a mud sucking pop, the young girl was released into the staggering arms of both boys.

And so there were six.
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