For once there was not fire in his veins, there was ice. Ice that chilled him to the bone when he saw the dragoness launch her way across the small space, claws ripping into flesh in a sickening slice that left the air smelling like blood and meat. He staggered a bit when she hit whatever shimmering field had come around him, the force of it enough to send him forward into the quick, reflexive arms of Kershaw to keep him on his feet. It seemed not every touch was destined to throw people away from him.
No sooner had Kershaw stepped forward had Faelyn relit the flames in his hands, the dancing flames twisting up his forearms as he sunk back to his hind foot, taking a defensive stance. There was a gathering sounds of a waking camp, awoken by the cry of pain in the night.
Perhaps there was some stroke of luck that he managed to stumble across the correct tent in the encampment, though unlucky for the slave master to have already awoken to the sounds of the comotion. One hand pressed to the man's skull, flame spurred on by the growing wind around the archivist, consuming the man in a moment, burning hot enough to make it quick if nothing else. Dropping the charred remains to the ground, he began to hunt for the keys, finding them among the ex-keeper's personal effects, and following the path he'd come, finding it much harder to go unnoticed. They needed to run. And run fast.
Notes: Kershaw's catch and defensive stance were talked about with Stringbat prior to this post for approval. Both finding the tent, and finding the slave master awake were decided by the wheel.
TLDR: Was sent staggering forward by the knock against the forcefield but caught by Ker. Asks Jorah to try and stop Cade's bleeding, or to move him. Tells Kershaw to put Katriel down if she keeps up. Takes off into camp, finds the tent of the slave master, kills him, takes the keys, and attempts to book it back to the group.
No sooner had Kershaw stepped forward had Faelyn relit the flames in his hands, the dancing flames twisting up his forearms as he sunk back to his hind foot, taking a defensive stance. There was a gathering sounds of a waking camp, awoken by the cry of pain in the night.
Someone grab him. Stablemaster, get the bleeding stopped, or get him pulled into the bushes. If she fights, put her down. I'm going to find the keys."His voice was forced, and the last instructions were given to Kershaw, though he did not wait to be acknowledged. Time was running out to find the keys and run. So run, he did.... straight into the rest fo the camp, eyes scanning through the tents to find his target.
Perhaps there was some stroke of luck that he managed to stumble across the correct tent in the encampment, though unlucky for the slave master to have already awoken to the sounds of the comotion. One hand pressed to the man's skull, flame spurred on by the growing wind around the archivist, consuming the man in a moment, burning hot enough to make it quick if nothing else. Dropping the charred remains to the ground, he began to hunt for the keys, finding them among the ex-keeper's personal effects, and following the path he'd come, finding it much harder to go unnoticed. They needed to run. And run fast.
Notes: Kershaw's catch and defensive stance were talked about with Stringbat prior to this post for approval. Both finding the tent, and finding the slave master awake were decided by the wheel.
TLDR: Was sent staggering forward by the knock against the forcefield but caught by Ker. Asks Jorah to try and stop Cade's bleeding, or to move him. Tells Kershaw to put Katriel down if she keeps up. Takes off into camp, finds the tent of the slave master, kills him, takes the keys, and attempts to book it back to the group.
08-20-2023, 10:07 PM
