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Speak Softly and Smite the Nonbelievers; Open
Topic Started: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:36 am (1,063 Views)
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Brint growled as he listened to Alayne, was she so stupid as to think the orcs relied on the spirits for their might? No, the strength of an orc was obvious, she was egging him on. He shook his head, "The spirits give guidance and blessing, they do not do battle for us, we orcs are a proud people, I have fought and killed people with only the wind to guide me." He held out his hand as Losk finished counting, he took the bag back and immediately put it into his pocket. He bowed again to the woman, "You say you deserve worship, but please think about it from the view of us mortals, what have you done for us lately? Threaten us into joining your religion, talking to us with the slightest hints of disgust in your voice. Why would I want to join? The only benefit seems to be not having to deal with your hateful tone, so I will say this, no orc would join your cause."

He kept his right hand close to his axe, he remembered the other woman had threatened him before, and if she did so again and charged him, he would take her arm as recompense. Until then he continued speaking, "Orcs love fighting, orcs dislike true peace, we will not change unless a High King forces us to. I am the only one worthy of being High King, I consider all options, I keep my head cool, I know how to fight better then most, and finally I found the High Priestess that will help the orcs back onto the Path. I will bring Glory to the Orcish tribes and unite them under one banner, now, I believe this conversation is over. May the great sky spirit, Anura, show you to the true path." He began to walk around the table, motioning for Losk to follow. They started making their way to the door, though Brint kept his ears sharp, just in case these wanderers had any parting words... or parting blades.
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Alayne could tell from the ugly look on the blind orc's face that her words were bothering him. Good. His religion was full of holes, unforgivable lapses that she would exploit to show him the true path. She would do this for his own good, for it was a terrible fate to spend your entire life worshiping false idols. "Well, if you wish to become a High King... joining me might be your only true path. There are many benefits. I can give you the strength of the true gods, enough power to overcome any enemy you face. You are a mere mortal... all your aspirations to Kinghood would be for naught if an ill-timed arrow ended your life. However, if you were blessed by a Goddess of Allyria... none of the unbelievers would be able to face you."

She was about to continue when Brint mentioned something she could not forgive. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as the orc stood up from the table, making his intentions to leave the establishment clear. Argento had noticed the error as well, his soft going blank as he tried to recall his knowledge of the heathen religions and identify the origins of Anura. "Wait. I have one last inquiry for you." She stood up as well, taking a small hand-mirror off of her belt and staring into its surface. The silver seemed to shine with an unnatural illumination, bathing her face in silver light. She did not make any threatening moves and her voice had grown blank and mechanical, which was ominous in its own right. "Who is this High Priestess of whom you speak?"
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Brint shook his head, ignoring the woman's words of making him High King, his priestess was already doing that, what need he for a religion that didn't even worship Anuri, it sounded to blasphemous to throw away the spirit that has been aiding him for years. Brint stared at the woman when she stood asking for the Priestess's name, her voice was to odd, it wasn't natural, she was forcing herself to stay calm. Brint rolled his shoulders and motioned for Losk to keep on walking. Losk nodded, walking around the opposite end of the table, stopping a short distance as well, waiting for the next scene to unfold.

Brint smirked at Alayne, "My Priestess... is far to great for you. Though I see no harm in telling you her name, scrying will only give you a rough area, so tracking her that way would take months. Her name is Kelki Sen-Ge, I suggest not looking for her, she is not the type to go easy on anyone in combat. Oh, and as for why I chose her, she gave me something you never will, she gave me back my sight, it may have only been for a few moments, but I saw her clearly in my mind. Now good day ladies and gentleman, I have a tribe to talk to my tribe, they have much to learn and I only have so long to take over the orcish tribes." He made another short bow and walked around them, heading towards the door, his hand still near his axe, you never knew when people would try to attack you, especially angry fanatics.
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Alayne listened to the information about the false prophetess with a commendable degree of self-control. The only outward sign of her displeasure was when her fingers tightened and the corners of her mouth were pulled down into a frown. Clearly, the situation in Imythess was more dire than she had previously believed. It was bad enough that the majority of these infidels believed in false idols or followed no religion whatsoever, but there was a pretender in the land who was spreading lies. Such an affront could not be tolerated. Her next words were soft and sweet like poisoned honey. Scry her out? Why would I do that, sir? I shall simply learn her location in a much more direct way." She did not expand on those cryptic words, waiting for the orc and his companion to leave the small tavern.

"Mistress...?" Argento watched the living incarnation of Rilettere with a slightly worried cast to his mien. "You are letting him walk free?"

"Of course not, Argento. None who have spoken such in my presence deserve the gift of life." She pulled the small mirror off of her back, tossing it at the ground angrily. It stopped a mere inch above the floorboards, allowing her to mount the floating disc so it could carry her forward. "You did not inform me of the foolish ways of the orcs, Argento. Why?"

The elderly priest bowed submissively to the woman, his expression unreadable. "They are not a populous race, Mistress, far outnumbered by elves and dwarfs and humans. I met only one tribe in my travels, and they seemed simple-minded and willing to accept a new deity."

She snorted disdainfully, gliding towards the exit from the establishment. "Very well. Do not fear Argento; you will not be punished for your lack of knowledge. Only the Gods are perfect." She gestured towards Skuld, indicating that the diminutive warrior-handmaiden should follow at her side. Argento watched as they left the building, his hands folded around the shaft of his walking stick.

Alayne soared into the air as soon as she left the restaurant, floating twenty feet above the ground. It was easy to spot Brint and Losk in the grown, the pair of orcs looming above most of the workers at the docks. She raised her hand mirror so its surface was pointing towards their back, her eyes narrowing. When she spoke it was in the musical language of Oantan, sounding completely alien among the various conversations conducted in the common tongue. <Mirror, Mirror, destroy the infidel!>" The surface of the mirror began to glow with a silvery light, swirling across the smooth surface. The light coalesced into a tight ball of metallic energy that whizzed through the air straight towards the two retreating orcs, an orb of power designed to be especially painful against living creatures.

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Silver Missile is a simple substitute of the Black Bolt spell.
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There was no denying it: this part of Imythess was cold. Had he not been a werewolf and able to take that form, the pale-skinned, tall and lanky 19-year-old most likely would have froze to death. But on that thought, Ulfr very well could have had a different start in life, or dead. Being a lycan had saved his hide more than once, a gift most consider a curse that he was most thankful for. Before he had approached the gates of the city, Ulfr had reverted to his human form, as most people didn't take to kindly to the sight of a werewolf. Suprisingly enough however, the city was warmer than the surrounding environment. Questioning a guard, the first person he encountered, he was told that a Sorcerer had cast a spell to keep the city safe from falling apart during one fateful summer. The spell had gone awry, but it did so with beneficial consequences. Ulfr's next question was where the tavern could be found, and the guard directed him in a polite and business like fashion.

Having recieved his history lesson, Ulfr trudged on through the city streets, making his way best he could through the ice and snow. This city trek was easier than his journey here, which he attributed to the many others having already walked this path and to have gained some familiarity of the terrain. Ulfr was glad he had sense to leave from Kellen with his shirt and a pair of shoes, otherwise he'd be attracting some rather bewildered stares. After all, who in their right mind would walk around with only pants on here? He chuckled to himself at the thought. Be about the first time he was stared at for a reason other than being a werewolf.

As for his reason for being here, the tavern might be his best chance at figuring out where Chaos might be or have gone from here. Ulfr had not a clue as to why the fire demon would have come here, but he was following him none the less. He pondered if Chaos had managed to fool Ulfr somehow, leading him here on a wild goose chase. Well, if he had, then Ulfr would just have to begin his search anew.

Looking up from his thoughts, Ulfr smiled that wolfish grin of his at waved politely at two orcs he walked by rather closely. As he did so he the noticed tavern he had been looking out for, and made for the door, moving behind the orcs as he did so. His expression became a puzzled one as heard an odd noise, one that was becoming ever more noticeable. Before he could turn his head to search for the source, a powerful stinging and burning sensation erupted from the right side of his face.

A loud yelp, like that of an injured wolf, escaped him as he clutched his ear tenderly, too surprised at the moment to actively heal it.
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Losk kept his head slightly turned to keep an eye on Alayne, but he didn't need to, Brint heard her speak, she was casting a spell of some sort, it was an odd language, that could mean two possible things, a different language or magical casting. Losk whispered into his ear a man was coming... and that he was waving, Brint waved kindly back. When he heard the yelp of pain, Brint turned his head and growled, "Blast it, that stupid woman is really attacking us from behind! Losk, take this key and get the tribe, equip them from my storage unit." He tossed the large orc an old bronze key as he flicked his axe up and out of it's leather holster. Losk simply nodded and said two simple words, "Yes Chief."

He heard Losk start to dash down the street, towards the storage warehouses and the tribe, but until then he would have to survive fighting the woman. Brint put a hand on the man's shoulder, speaking calmly, "You may wish to run, the woman wishes for my death, there is no reason for you to get caught in the middle. Though whether you choose to stay or run I have a single question, please describe the area for me and where the woman and her flunkies are. Unless a strong wind kicks up I will be completely blind to the situation." His sightless orbs roamed the area as he tried to listen for the woman, his right hand grasped his axe as tight as he could, he had to stall a mage and a fighter for a while before Losk found the right warehouse, he didn't even know if Losk could read the markings on the key to identify the warehouse. He mentally cursed his stupidity as he hoped Losk could read... if he couldn't perhaps he would ask directions... unlikely, but hopefully.
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Alayne watched dispassionately as the orb of silvery magic crashed into a man near the pair of orcs, missing her target by a hairsbreadth. She barely spared a thought for the mortal she had struck; even if he died, he was unwittingly helping her cause and therefore had earned his spot in paradise. The docks erupted into a frenzied panic as the sailors and workers realized that she was attacking, people fleeing in every direction to avoid the confrontation. The prophet did not pay them any mind, knowing that they were heathens and beneath her notice. The only one who had earned her ire in this crowd was the orc; he was all that was important.

<"Mirror, Mirror, bring my portal to me!"> There was a flash of light in front of the woman, temporarily hiding her from sight. When it faded a massive mirror was floating in the air in front of her, backed with wood polished to a golden finish and a surface like molten silver. It was long and wide enough to block her body from shoulder to knee.<"Protect!"> The mirror began to orbit around the prophet, its surface pulsing softly. Riflettere's Portal was one of her most powerful divine artifacts, supposedly one of the mirrors crafted by the Goddess herself. It would not allow any of these infidels to harm her.

Skuld dashed through the crowd, although she did not directly charge towards the offending orc. Instead, she passed by him completely, trusting that his lack of sight would protect her. Although Alayne possessed divine power, it was not her duty to conduct battle; that task fell to her valkryies. The woman sped around a corner, sprinting towards the Mercurio and shouting out in her native tongue. <"Valkyries! The Mistress needs us!"> The response was immediate: all of thew warrior handmaidens prepared the ship for cast off, undoing knots and raising the sails. Usually they would have to wait for a favorable wind, but the vessel was powered by magic and immediately began to back out of the harbor, floating into the air at the same time. One of Skuld's comrades, Sigrun, leapt off the deck, easily landing on the dock and tossing a spear to Skuld. The handmaiden caught the polearm, turning and leading her companion back towards the fight so they could assist their Mistress.

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The two valkyries are still out of sight, just so you know; they're really not in the battle yet.
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A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the world, calm words snagged his attention. He looked around, searching for the source of his injury. Obviously, it was magic, wasn't that hard to tell when it smacks you upside the head, but the source he sought was some form of a spellcaster. Dropping his hand from the his right ear, he willed himself to heal, relief replacing his pain. Shaking his head to clear the tickling sensation, he answered his questioner, who he saw was one of the orcs he passed.

"People are running around frightened, like a chicken with its head cut off," Ulfr started, still searching for the woman the orc asked of, assuming that to be the one who was responsible for the searing pain he just experienced. "The street is pretty wide though, so you've got some room to move around in. I don't know what her flunkies look like, but there's a woman in armor running by us over there," Ulfr said, pointing as he did so.

Looking up when he heard someone speak rather loudly in a language he had never heard of before, Ulfr laid eyes on who the orc must be speaking of and who most likely had hit Ulfr. She was stunningly remarkable in appearance, practically flawless. Her beauty was almost paralyzing, except that the local populace was freaking out. Speaking to the orc, "Why does the pretty lady floating on a little disc high up in front of us want to kill you again?"

Ulfr was curious as to what this debacle could be because, and if he could help resolve it... peacefully. Nonetheless, he rummagged through his bag on his hip, blindly searching for his gauntlets. Eventually, he found them, though less from luck and more from poking his hand on the spikes. Pulling them out and putting them on, he stood ready to learn the story behind this episode in Striberg. He had the odd feeling that Striberg might have to update its history books after today, though for better or worse, that was yet to be seen.
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Brint listened to the lad, smirking at the question at the end, "I did not believe in her religion and I refused to convert, she is willing to kill anyone that won't convert to her religion, slaughtering dozens of people that she considers infidels would probably make her smile." He had no doubt that the woman was a monster, but beautiful... he raised an eyebrow as he looked up a bit, "Beautiful to describe her... outer beauty can hide even the darkest souls. Anyway, if you don't have a bow you should get running to." He took a few steps forward and hefted his axe into both hands, shouting over the crowd, "Witch of Mirrors, do you really think attacking a man within city limits is wise? Everyone must conform to the laws of the land, not to your whims! I am guessing that your female servant ran off... probably for back up. Your people will be taking on my orcs. Even if we don't out number you, the guards will."

He felt the threat of being overwhelmed was a good start, but for now he should keep on talking, let the boy decide whether to run or fight, not to mention buy time for Losk. Brint cleared his throat before speaking, the crowd had thinned at enough that he no longer needed to yell, "By attacking first you've lost, you've committed a crime, you may not be put to death, but you will be put in prison for a few days for just assault. Now stop this foolish and talk like an adult, not like an angry child flailing it's arms because it couldn't convince other people that they were perfect." Probably not the wisest choice in words, he needed to stall her yes, but if he could also force her to cast a spell with a long chant, that could bring the Sentinels that much faster. Brint smirked, he spoke once more, this time only loud enough for the man to hear, "I am Brintonious No-Sight, please call me Brint." He then waited, he could only wait and react, he was a deadly combatant against melee fighters... but against mages... he was little more then fodder, all he could do was dodge and hope this woman wasn't childish enough to keep on sending spell after spell at him.
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Alayne commanded her chariot to carry her closer to the docks, although she made sure she stayed far above the reach of any of the panicking mortals below. She suddenly understood why the prophets of Allyria were blessed with such potent magical powers; to punish those foolish heathens that did not accept them as the deities reborn. It still amazed her how oblivious and idiotic the populace of this realm could be. How could they look upon her beauty and not recognize her divinity? How could they listen to her wisdom and not fall down to their knees in prayer? How could they witness her power and not quiver in fear at the strength of a true goddess in the flesh? It flabbergasted her, but it was not important. She would convert every sentient being in Imythess by force if necessary.

The floating mirror in front of the prophet swiveled so that it was facing her. Alayne leaned forward and kissed the silver surface lightly, her breath fogging the glass for the merest moment. <"Mirror, Mirror, blind them with my glory!"> The faint impression of her lips glowed white-hot, the light spreading to cover the entire surface of the mirror as it turned back so it was facing the insolent orc and those near him. There was a sudden, piercing flash of silver light from the focus, which was quickly accompanied by a thunderous sonic blast. Those people nearest Alayne reeled back as they were simultaneously blinded and deafened, stumbling into each other and falling to their knees. The goddess incarnate watched her foes with a tight-lipped smile, knowing that no mortal should be able to resist her radiance.

Skuld and Sigrun were about to round the corner when the flash of light appeared, basking the street in front of them in dazzling silver. Although their eyesight was saved by the lack of direct eye contact, their sense of hearing was eliminated a moment later when the cacophonous boom echoed across the harbor. The warrior handmaidens grit their teeth and continued headings towards the fray, gripping their spears tightly with both hands. They would fight to the death for their Mistress, if necessary, and had been trained since birth in the art of the spear. They began to push their way through the panicking crowd towards Brint and his companion, using their spears to knock aside anyone who got in their way.
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So, she was the high and mighty type eh? Ulfr would prefer to get her side of this altercation, perhaps even convince her to stop this pointless fight, maybe apologize. But some people such attempts were beyond them, so set in their ways and opinions that it was wasted breath for someone to try to convince them otherwise.

"The name's Ulfr, it's a pleasure,"

Before he could do anything else, however, the Lady of the Mirrors lauched a spell, affecting everyone in the area, including the woman in armor and her apparent companion, both wielding spears. What could be gleamed from this was that it seemed the lady of the mirrors didn't care for anyone other than herself. Blinded and deafened, Ulfr reached out for Brink, attempting to take hold of him. Best if they didn't lose themselves if they couldn't hear or see each other. Granted, the "No-Sight" part of his name suggested blindness, but the orc couldn't hear either now. This spell, or at least one that resulted the same, was not new to him. He recognized it from when he fought the paladin known as Dain, in a tournament in Taras.

Throwing his hand up and focusing his energy powerfully, Ulfr more than likely shouted since he couldn't hear himself "Darkness consume!" Feeling the magic within him flowing, he knew he had cast the spell successfully. A large orb of thick, unyielding darkness erupted from his hand, covering much of their surroundings. The size of this darkness definetely reached across the street, and a good ways down it, as he had cast the spell at full strength. Even if the Lady of the Mirrors had managed to prevent their sight and hearing, at least she couldn't see them either.

Raising his finger tips to his eyelids, Ulfr tried to whisper "Darkness, grant me sight," though admittedly it was probably louder, as he was unable to accurately guage how loud he was. But, at least he could see in the darkness he had summoned when his eyesight returned. For, maybe he should try to eradicate the Lady's hearing as well?

Grasping hold of that deep seated connection he shared to the shadows, Ulfr influenced the shadows to make loud, grotesque wails continuesly, throwing in desperate screams of terror in the midst every now and then. If he could buy time for their senses to return to normal, that would be most wonderful. It shouldn't be too long before they return.

Hopefully.
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Brint smiled, but only for a moment, a loud explosion sent him reeling back, he could hear nothing, no more screams, no more voices, just nothing. His mind started working itself up into a frenzy, not only was he blind, but now deaf of all things, without his hearing he couldn't hear the enemies coming, all he could do was feel the wind from weapons and attacks, which was even more dangerous then listening for the cut of the wind, it would be a miracle for him to come out of this with no more then a few nearly fatal wounds if his foes didn't have the same disability.

He couldn't hear anything coming, but he did feel the hand of the man beside him, good, he had a point of reference. He searched his mind for any information on how to solve this problem... but he had none, he would have learn some magic just in case he ever met this woman again. He only had his sense of touch left, so he focused on it, he could feel the foot steps of people coming closer and others moving away. Brint kept his axe close as he waited, he needed his hearing, he relied on it as much as normal people rely on sight.
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Alayne's eyes narrowed as the sphere of darkness appeared from nowhere, forming a bubble that even her mismatched eyes could not see. Clearly, someone in the area was capable of casting spells, which meant that they were abusing the powers given to them by the gods. Furthermore, it was an abominable apparition, made even more horrendous by the wails and shrieks it began to produce. However, if it was the orc who had cast the foul magic he was clearly underestimating her. Did he think that merely obscuring her sight would stop her assault? He had impugned her name and admitted that he followed the commands of another false prophet! She would never stop!

She held her hand mirror up, pointing its surface towards the last place she had seen the orc and his companion. Her words, spoken in Oantan, were soft and dangerous and almost immediately lost in the din emerging from the shadowy area. <"Mirror, Mirror, smite the nonbelievers!"> The surface began to glow with a silvery light before a beam of raw energy shot away from its surface, speeding towards the middle of the black globe. Instead of being designed to do more damage to living flesh, she modified this assault so it would have more of an impact and destroy the surroundings as well, so that even if she somehow missed her opponent they might still be hit by shrapnel. Hopefully there would be a true cry of pain from within the darkness, a cry that proved that the nonbelievers were receiving their appropriate punishment.

Skuld and Sigrun halted when they saw the globe of inky blackness appear, although they could not hear the wails or screams thinks to their deafened ears. The two valkyries poked the tips of their spears into the sphere, discovering that although it blocked their vision, there was no physical boundary between the outside world and the blackness. Skuld looked at her companion and signaled that they should remain here in case the orc tried to escape; they would be next to useless inside the perimeter of the spell, and they might actually get in the way of Alayne's blind attacks. The warrior handmaidens backed up a couple of feet from the edge of the sphere, holding the polearms loosely and waiting for any sign of movement from within.

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Alayne is just shooting at where she thinks Brint and Ulfr are, so its understandable if she misses. The difference in her magic from her earlier attack is this is Magic Missile, not Black Bolt.
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Slowly, his senses began to return normal. Ulfr could hear the wails of his illusion as if someone was merely talking next to him. Shapes, some colors, and slight details could be seen. He was glad he had managed to connect to the orc next to him before Brint had decided to move anywhere. Ulfr felt it was safe to assume that the orc appreciated the quick action as well, being lost in a void like that. It was one thing to be without one sense, but two was practically disabling.

Ulfr tested his speech and how loud it sounded. He couldn't hear himself whisper, but at what he believed to be normal speech it sounded like a loud whisper. With this, he attempted to communicate with Brint, stepping in front of the orc and facing him. "Listen, I've cast a large, black shadow across the area. So Mirror Lady can't see us, and if you can hear it, I have an illusion going to attempt to prevent her from hearing us as well." Ulfr turned around and squinted, making out who he believed was the two lackies of the Lady, the ones he had saw just before being blinded. It looked like they weren't going to enter the dark, which played into a defensive advantage. As for the offensive, not so much, other than a reduced reaction time on their part. He turned back to Brint.

Something hit Ulfr in his left shoulder, and he could only assume it to be magic, as there was no evidence of injury other than slight pain. It was like someone had given him a hard shove, and willing himself to heal, it was gone in no time at all.

"I'm going to try to talk to her, see if I can sort this out peacefully. But please remain quiet; if you wish to tell me something, tug on my shirt first please, so I'll know to make the shadows produce a loud noise and block our speech from her. Here," Ulfr reached for Brint's hand, intending to place it on his right shoulder then continued "And maybe this spell will compensate for the lack of wind; speak to his sight," holding his hands beside Brint's ears, Ulfr attempted to make it so the orc could "see" with the vibrations that are called sound.

Turning and looking up at who could only be the Lady of the Mirrors, Ulfr silenced the wails, the sudden halt of the noise feeling almost eerie. Making the shadows speak loudly in Ulfr imagined to be the voice of a wise man, one who old but not yet an elder, one with some youth still in his body, the shadows started "Great, powerful, majestic, divine, enlightened, lovely Lady of the Mirror, what has affronted you so that you seek to attack the two are hid from you? I beseech you, bless me with both your voice and an explaination of what has transpired."

Ulfr was laying it on thick, instinct telling him that flattery and making it seem that he was on her side, making her believe that whatever he suggested was her idea and that she was right, would be an excellent choice for attempting to diffuse the situation with naught but words. He hoped she would fall prey to her own apparent pride and feelings of superiority.

Their senses should be back to normal by the time the Lady responded Ulfr assumed, hoping be able to hear her words clearly.


OOC: Echolocation cast on Brint.
Edited by WolfheadMGJ, Fri Apr 13, 2012 10:14 pm.
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Brint waited for a few moments, he could hear anything, he couldn't see anything, all he could do was feel... until a small tingling feeling coursed through his arm. He gasped, in his mind became a fairly descriptive map of the area, but it faded in a moment. He sighed, only for it to happen again, had his ally cast a spell on him? Probably, he doubted the mirror witch would give him a fighting chance. He tried it again, he could 'see' pretty far, his ears were slowly regaining his hearing, he could barely make out anything, he just needed to wait a bit longer. Whatever his ally had said it wouldn't matter, he took a few steps forward and tried it again, yes, he could 'see' things nearby, he could fight again.

He walked for a few more steps and got a good idea of how the area looks, now even without the spell he could get a good idea of where to run or hide. He kept nearby his ally, his hearing slowly coming back. Either the darkness would end first and he would be pulled into a fight, or they would attack him and he would have the advantage of sight... for once.
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