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Poca
Poca decided to help herself, why not? If the castle was going to collapse, might as well use as much supplies as possible before everything went to waste. She also got a small container full of oil, which may become useful later on. She put on a helmet and a small mail shirt. The mail shirt weighed under twenty pounds, which was rather heavy, and she was not trained for heavy armour, but at the same time, the mail shirt was not so heavy it encumbered her, and it was flexible enough to allow freedom of movement.
Not knowing what to do, Poca hesitated. Suddenly, there was another crash, followed by rumbling and shaking. Dust fell from the ceiling, cracks appeared here and there, and a section of the ceiling fell. Big chunks of masonry fell here and there, Poca skipping around to dodge them, and more chunks fell, blocking the double doors. Once the shaking ended and dust settled, Poca realized that the double doors the Orc passed through were blocked by fallen debris!
Now separated from the Orc—for a while—Poca had to go it alone for now. She felt and heard more rumbling and shaking, but it wasn't as strong as before. Was this castle about to fall apart or something? Poca then overheard the sounds of fighting, so she spun around, facing the stairwell as dust flowed out of it and small rocks skipped about. She heard panting and footfall.
“...the catapults are breaking everything to the ground!” a soldier said, panting, entering the armoury while limping, “Get everything we can from here.” he continued. Behind him was another soldier, keeping an eye out.
As a reminder, the elven soldiers looked like:
“There should be a few healing potions down here somewhere!” the other soldier said, then spun around once he heard some growling.
Poca decided to help herself, why not? If the castle was going to collapse, might as well use as much supplies as possible before everything went to waste. She also got a small container full of oil, which may become useful later on. She put on a helmet and a small mail shirt. The mail shirt weighed under twenty pounds, which was rather heavy, and she was not trained for heavy armour, but at the same time, the mail shirt was not so heavy it encumbered her, and it was flexible enough to allow freedom of movement.
Not knowing what to do, Poca hesitated. Suddenly, there was another crash, followed by rumbling and shaking. Dust fell from the ceiling, cracks appeared here and there, and a section of the ceiling fell. Big chunks of masonry fell here and there, Poca skipping around to dodge them, and more chunks fell, blocking the double doors. Once the shaking ended and dust settled, Poca realized that the double doors the Orc passed through were blocked by fallen debris!
Now separated from the Orc—for a while—Poca had to go it alone for now. She felt and heard more rumbling and shaking, but it wasn't as strong as before. Was this castle about to fall apart or something? Poca then overheard the sounds of fighting, so she spun around, facing the stairwell as dust flowed out of it and small rocks skipped about. She heard panting and footfall.
“...the catapults are breaking everything to the ground!” a soldier said, panting, entering the armoury while limping, “Get everything we can from here.” he continued. Behind him was another soldier, keeping an eye out.
As a reminder, the elven soldiers looked like:
“There should be a few healing potions down here somewhere!” the other soldier said, then spun around once he heard some growling.
11-Mar-2017 01:40:59 - Last edited on 11-Mar-2017 01:41:51 by Azi Demonica
Analee
Indeed, the meadow looked gloomy and creepy. When Analee remarked that the tree was moving, Talarin paused, feeling his heart thudding against his ribs, so he slowly turned around. Buruk made a little whine, and stretched and yawned.
“Is it, really?” Talarin asked. The tree swayed by itself, even though there was no wind. Then, something odd happened: the very air began to darken, and the tree creaked again, then started shaking.
The tree's top adjusted, most branches breaking and falling by themselves, then a few glowing parts appeared, revealing:
At that, the air became so dark, it looked like nighttime. Even though the sun began rising, the darkness in the air blocked the sunlight itself.
“That can't be good.” Talarin said, then the strange tree-demon let out such a wail, that it echoed a few times. Buruk barked and growled back, tail raised. The tree-demon unravelled itself, and started crawling with its roots, arms extending, and the demon smiled. Then, it flung its arms into the ground, hooking the ground repeatedly as to crawl faster, heading straight for the two elves!
Indeed, the meadow looked gloomy and creepy. When Analee remarked that the tree was moving, Talarin paused, feeling his heart thudding against his ribs, so he slowly turned around. Buruk made a little whine, and stretched and yawned.
“Is it, really?” Talarin asked. The tree swayed by itself, even though there was no wind. Then, something odd happened: the very air began to darken, and the tree creaked again, then started shaking.
The tree's top adjusted, most branches breaking and falling by themselves, then a few glowing parts appeared, revealing:
At that, the air became so dark, it looked like nighttime. Even though the sun began rising, the darkness in the air blocked the sunlight itself.
“That can't be good.” Talarin said, then the strange tree-demon let out such a wail, that it echoed a few times. Buruk barked and growled back, tail raised. The tree-demon unravelled itself, and started crawling with its roots, arms extending, and the demon smiled. Then, it flung its arms into the ground, hooking the ground repeatedly as to crawl faster, heading straight for the two elves!
11-Mar-2017 01:51:33 - Last edited on 11-Mar-2017 01:52:15 by Azi Demonica
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