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tab Gregor yanked his blade from the creature. He flicked his wrist and splattered the blood from the sword against the wooden walls. He glanced down at whatever creature it was and scowled. He eyed the "arms" of the creatures and noted no signs of torn fabric or white hair. This creature wasn't the one responsible for Thane's capture. Moments later, a voice called out to them. Whoever that voice belonged to, the rest of them followed suit. He followed shortly and was the last one to arrive. His old eyes spotted a woman with a bow and a single arrow. It was good that she held her own but they're going to need a little more arrows. When she voiced the fact that she managed to get an arrow into Thane's captor, his eyes widened.
tab "Then that's our plan," he announced, "I will not lose another Lavelle."
tab Seconds after that statement, the window burst opened and yanked Telor out of the room and onto the cobblestone streets. He gritted his teeth and fought the creature the best he could. He ducked and dodged all he could until the sound of sliced flesh rang into his ears. He stepped back and urged the others to steer clear from the other windows. The creature appeared to shift its focus elsewhere. Through the cracks of the ruined wooden walls, he spotted Telor on the ground, fighting off the beast. In time, the creature crashed onto the streets and scattered behind the thick fog.
tab Silence greets them once again, but cutting through the silence was Telor's boast.
tab "Do not lower your guard," Gregor warned, as he turned around and made his way back down the stairs and back onto the streets below. With a sword still in his hand, he approached the draskr and studied him. His posture and bloodied shield proved that he fought. While it was not a victory (and they're far from it), this was the step in the right direction. Firmly, he approvingly placed a hand on Telor's shoulder.
tab "Stay humble, Telor, and always be on guard,"" he said, "but from my knowledge, it's difficult to be humble when you're a Champion." He removed his hand from Telor's shoulder and marched forth several feet. He spotted two bloody trails that vanished into the thick fog. He narrowed his eyes and turned his attention to the group above them.
tab "Embrace your weapons, Champions. It is our enemy that should fear the darkness, not us. Your powers alone will have them cowering, hiding. The cavern was out first test, and the Infinite was our answer. Your artifacts are the solution, so let this your statement." He exhaled deeply and eyed each of them individually. As for the stranger that joined them, he studied her facial features from afar. Beyond her disheveled hair and dirty skin, she looked quite familiar. Like a person he'll lose to in an archery contest. Gregor smirked.
tab "We rescue Thane and stop this madness," he announced, "it's not my first time fighting demons. We find the source and shut it up." As he stared off into the thick of the fog, he wondered how Thane's holding up. Is he conscious? Injured? Gregor knew he'd be alive and well. As quiet and unsure as he was, Thane was the stubborn type; he won't go down without a fight. But that's the thing. Gregor doesn't want Thane to go.
tab The trail of blood that led them crossed over several houses and fences. Eventually, it had to climb a nearby hill. As Gregor approached, he noted the large wagons and vast openness. The greenery vanished behind them and all that lies in front was the fog and large boulders and stones. Pickaxe and wagons full of rocks littered all around them. But like the village nearby, it was silent. To Gregor, it was more than enough reason to suspect that something horrible was going to happen. He glanced down at his sword and noted his blade "shivering." It wasn't his hand that shook. He raised it horizontally and removed his hand from the grip. Strangely, his sword hovered in mid-air and shivered rather violently. In haste, the sword's tip pointed towards a particular direction. He stared off into the distance but couldn't make out what was behind the fog.
tab "To think I'd be demon hunting again," he muttered and then turned around to face the group, "Look for a crack in the earth. It'll ooze red light. Do not approach it, or else you'll be suffering for an eternity." he warned as he grabbed his hovering sword and lowered down to his side. On their left was a rather tall mound of rocks, most likely used for masonry. But a shift in weight and Gregor heard an several debris tumbling down. Something above breathed in quick successions when suddenly a large creature fell from the fog above. It was going to land and stab Gregor, but with quick reflex, he raised his sword and pierced it's skull from its jaw. Using its momentum, he threw the creature forward. The creature, with the body of a spider and the head of a woman, scrambled to get up but failed to find any sort of balance. The motor functions were gone. Gregor growled and hopped onto the back of the large spider, instantly bringing the creature down and lunged his blade into its back several times.
tab "Piece of s**t." he cursed and spat at the now deceased creature. As soon as he hopped off, he heard even more debris tumbling down the large boulders that surrounded them. All of these debris echoed around them.
"I hope no one hates spiders." Gregor whispered and raised his blade.
tab s**t.
with Telor, Hissaelil, Aspen, Jarl and Zarola at Autumn's Way Quarry
ooc // Round 2. FIGHT!
ooc // Round 2. FIGHT!
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