[ At first count, there seems to be nine of them. Four more emerge as they get close, all of them in the latter stages of infection. Some look worse than others, but they all look bad; their bodies look wrong somehow. Flesh and muscle seems to have wasted away, and when they see the group's approach, they move at once to protect their supply.
Behind and beyond them, the chunk of red lyrium that attracted them spikes out of the ground, infecting the land as much as the cultists. Seeing it, Aro's small dragon Iessa flaps high above the group and lets out an eager hiss. Static prickles around her teeth. She's going for the stone first, and the cultists after.
Aro takes position, his own electricity crackling around his hands. They only have moments before the cultists reach them. ]
If any of you want a magical boost, now is the time.
The Battle
Behind and beyond them, the chunk of red lyrium that attracted them spikes out of the ground, infecting the land as much as the cultists. Seeing it, Aro's small dragon Iessa flaps high above the group and lets out an eager hiss. Static prickles around her teeth. She's going for the stone first, and the cultists after.
Aro takes position, his own electricity crackling around his hands. They only have moments before the cultists reach them. ]
If any of you want a magical boost, now is the time.