Post by rashaad on May 28, 2018 12:48:53 GMT -5
SO THAT ALL MAY KNOW
(This is an excerpt from my personal Journal...)
My hand shakes thinking of that second night. It was drizzling out, already dampening spirits. The Mayor came, explaining there were two items that needed to be gotten, simultaneously, in some caves outside of Abhiem. I don’t even know what the items were, and I didn’t care. Araris firmly planted himself with the Mayor to defend him. Old Thrannish Habits Die hard. I stuck myself with Araris and we formed two groups out of the Expeditioners.
Sadly, as we embarked, our group dwindled unexpectedly. We were myself, Araris, Mayor Ben, Dr. Oz, Vrraj, Marten, Wayne, and Jaz. The Mayor had said before we left, that the Caves were a little funny. While normally we all have a certain Edge over our opponents, we would not have that same Edge in the caves. We formed up as best we could. Araris and Oz in the front, Myself, Vrraj, and Marten holding the second line and flanks. Wayne and Jax held up the rear with the Mayor in the middle of the second and third lines. We moved slowly through the forest, until we reached the first cave.
Araris went first, with myself following him. Every twist I expected something to be there, my spear at the ready for nothing to come. So far, so easy, if you consider scrabbling through small caves easy. We came across an opening, and small squeeze that lead to an open area. This open area was the final path to the item. Finding it, we did some minor recon, to no new information. Jaz grabbed the item, and that’s when we were set upon.
Crawling on all fours, with extended arms, and unintelligible noises, they approached. Slowly at first, and faster as we formed up aggressively in our original formation. They moved like lightning, and were extremely cautious in their exploratory probing. Chills went up my spine watching them move, and a fear struck me. Something disastrous Resonated with me in those moments. The first two lines cleaved as hard as we could, using the Thaumaturgical Bestow from Ahri earlier. When my spear struck the one in front of me in the side, it was a slow sinking feeling. My spear was hauled from the thing, taking with it no flesh, no blood. A ripple went across the thing, and it reverberated back throwing the same cleave back into me! My spear blocking it saved me from immediate death, and looking across the line, I saw I was not the only one with fortunate reflexes.
We fell apart.
Five beset upon us with ferocious speed. One’s arms could bend around our weapons and shields, striking us as if we had done nothing to stop it. The battle quickly became a disoriented brawl. The mists in the cave from a nearby water deposit covered my vision. Out of fear, I threw out Ignis Calamitas Aeris Opressus Illaris, and again, I cast throwing my whole being into survival. Two fell before me, but more were coming.
We retreated with Araris’ voice ringing in my ears. “Retreat! Keep Ben Safe! Fall back!”
Ben used Astrada and left. I downed more whiskey, giving myself more stamina to throw Ignis Volnero Aeris Opressus Illis. As I was facing one, another came behind me and broke my left leg. I was passed from Araris, to Marten, to finally Jaz. Vrraj and Araris made a hole for us to get out of this Large opening, through the small squeeze and back into another opening. I did not know Jaz possessed the strength to throw me as far as he did, but I went flying through small opening. I turned to see him screaming as a Shapeless Thing had grabbed his leg. He put a bullet through where the skull should be, and scrambled back in after me. He had the last swill of my Whiskey, and I screamed for it as another Shapeless thing formed it’s head in the tunnel behind him. I downed it in one gulp, and with my back to the wall threw the remainder of my Fire power into the tunnel.
We sat breathing, hearing the shouts of combat from the opening. Our party scrambled in.
They were coming again.
They charged from both directions, pinning us. I lashed out with my spear from behind Araris’ form as he struggled to fend of 2 as the other 5 of our party held off 3 from their side. I watched him lash out with his mace giving himself room.
He grabbed the Rose.
It crushed next to my hand under his heel.
I remember watching the soft petals as they ground in the dirt of the cave. I remember being aware of everything. The rust on his armor. The heavy way he picked up his worn shield. His horns seemed so, well, old.
He was tired.
He was angry.
He was ready.
He had one good fight left in him. He had enough to give us one last good go.
Restore Edge.
We all crashed into the three like bullets from a gun. We didn’t see an opening so we made it. When we finally dove outside of the cave, it was raining good and proper. Ben had retreated, and we were all accounted for accept Araris. Oz, Marten and I dove back into the cave. We drove back the ones he was holding off. I remember swinging my spear across their front, and driving them back for a few moments. I ran back, grabbed the back of Araris’ breastplate and hauled.
Even as tired as he was, he was still stronger than me. He looked me in my eyes, shook his head, and stepped back into the cave, mace at the ready.
We stayed and listened as he was welcomed into the Halls of Magnus. He lasted against 4 of them longer than any living person should have been able to.
Araris Bloodwulf died for the Expedition. He was a soldier. He was a patriot.
He is a friend.
It is in his memory, we complete the mission. We find out what happened in Galdria. We defend each other. We start acting as a cohesive force. We become comrades.
May the White Wolf of Thran watch over us from the Halls of Magnus.
-Rashaad Cal’thari Rey’ish
(This is an excerpt from my personal Journal...)
My hand shakes thinking of that second night. It was drizzling out, already dampening spirits. The Mayor came, explaining there were two items that needed to be gotten, simultaneously, in some caves outside of Abhiem. I don’t even know what the items were, and I didn’t care. Araris firmly planted himself with the Mayor to defend him. Old Thrannish Habits Die hard. I stuck myself with Araris and we formed two groups out of the Expeditioners.
Sadly, as we embarked, our group dwindled unexpectedly. We were myself, Araris, Mayor Ben, Dr. Oz, Vrraj, Marten, Wayne, and Jaz. The Mayor had said before we left, that the Caves were a little funny. While normally we all have a certain Edge over our opponents, we would not have that same Edge in the caves. We formed up as best we could. Araris and Oz in the front, Myself, Vrraj, and Marten holding the second line and flanks. Wayne and Jax held up the rear with the Mayor in the middle of the second and third lines. We moved slowly through the forest, until we reached the first cave.
Araris went first, with myself following him. Every twist I expected something to be there, my spear at the ready for nothing to come. So far, so easy, if you consider scrabbling through small caves easy. We came across an opening, and small squeeze that lead to an open area. This open area was the final path to the item. Finding it, we did some minor recon, to no new information. Jaz grabbed the item, and that’s when we were set upon.
Crawling on all fours, with extended arms, and unintelligible noises, they approached. Slowly at first, and faster as we formed up aggressively in our original formation. They moved like lightning, and were extremely cautious in their exploratory probing. Chills went up my spine watching them move, and a fear struck me. Something disastrous Resonated with me in those moments. The first two lines cleaved as hard as we could, using the Thaumaturgical Bestow from Ahri earlier. When my spear struck the one in front of me in the side, it was a slow sinking feeling. My spear was hauled from the thing, taking with it no flesh, no blood. A ripple went across the thing, and it reverberated back throwing the same cleave back into me! My spear blocking it saved me from immediate death, and looking across the line, I saw I was not the only one with fortunate reflexes.
We fell apart.
Five beset upon us with ferocious speed. One’s arms could bend around our weapons and shields, striking us as if we had done nothing to stop it. The battle quickly became a disoriented brawl. The mists in the cave from a nearby water deposit covered my vision. Out of fear, I threw out Ignis Calamitas Aeris Opressus Illaris, and again, I cast throwing my whole being into survival. Two fell before me, but more were coming.
We retreated with Araris’ voice ringing in my ears. “Retreat! Keep Ben Safe! Fall back!”
Ben used Astrada and left. I downed more whiskey, giving myself more stamina to throw Ignis Volnero Aeris Opressus Illis. As I was facing one, another came behind me and broke my left leg. I was passed from Araris, to Marten, to finally Jaz. Vrraj and Araris made a hole for us to get out of this Large opening, through the small squeeze and back into another opening. I did not know Jaz possessed the strength to throw me as far as he did, but I went flying through small opening. I turned to see him screaming as a Shapeless Thing had grabbed his leg. He put a bullet through where the skull should be, and scrambled back in after me. He had the last swill of my Whiskey, and I screamed for it as another Shapeless thing formed it’s head in the tunnel behind him. I downed it in one gulp, and with my back to the wall threw the remainder of my Fire power into the tunnel.
We sat breathing, hearing the shouts of combat from the opening. Our party scrambled in.
They were coming again.
They charged from both directions, pinning us. I lashed out with my spear from behind Araris’ form as he struggled to fend of 2 as the other 5 of our party held off 3 from their side. I watched him lash out with his mace giving himself room.
He grabbed the Rose.
It crushed next to my hand under his heel.
I remember watching the soft petals as they ground in the dirt of the cave. I remember being aware of everything. The rust on his armor. The heavy way he picked up his worn shield. His horns seemed so, well, old.
He was tired.
He was angry.
He was ready.
He had one good fight left in him. He had enough to give us one last good go.
Restore Edge.
We all crashed into the three like bullets from a gun. We didn’t see an opening so we made it. When we finally dove outside of the cave, it was raining good and proper. Ben had retreated, and we were all accounted for accept Araris. Oz, Marten and I dove back into the cave. We drove back the ones he was holding off. I remember swinging my spear across their front, and driving them back for a few moments. I ran back, grabbed the back of Araris’ breastplate and hauled.
Even as tired as he was, he was still stronger than me. He looked me in my eyes, shook his head, and stepped back into the cave, mace at the ready.
We stayed and listened as he was welcomed into the Halls of Magnus. He lasted against 4 of them longer than any living person should have been able to.
Araris Bloodwulf died for the Expedition. He was a soldier. He was a patriot.
He is a friend.
It is in his memory, we complete the mission. We find out what happened in Galdria. We defend each other. We start acting as a cohesive force. We become comrades.
May the White Wolf of Thran watch over us from the Halls of Magnus.
-Rashaad Cal’thari Rey’ish