closed | the bright sun was extinguish'd

[heorte]

WHO: Alais, Barrow, Edgard, Jone, Matthias
WHAT: Investigating some spooky happenings in the Planasene Forest
WHEN: Early Kingsway
WHERE: Planasene Forest
NOTES: ooc notes

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[poleaxed]

"Yeah, what?" Terribly grateful for the help, Jone gets swiped by a huge bearclaw. Through minor miracle-- O Andraste who lives so holy within our hearts-- she retains her head, though blood now pours from somewhere past her hairline. The effect is somewhat gruesome. It hurts like hell.

The pain is perfect.

Jone swings her poleaxe, aiming directly for the thing's face. The bear dodges somehow, and she catches its shoulder instead. The thing roars and surges forward.

[inkindled]

A shimmer slices sudden through the spare space between Jone and the bear. The haft of her poleaxe makes a little hole in Matthias' barrier spell, and the magic shapes around it like a stream would shape around a stick. The barrier is strong enough to hold its form, to rebuff the the bear's thrust forward. Now the biggest result of that surge is that the blade of the poleaxe drives further into the beast's thick shoulder.

Matthias, at the back of the battle, sidesteps, craning his neck, trying to get an angle. He's better at offense, but nearly all he has is fire, if he uses it on the bear at these close quarters, Jone will get singed, or worse.

"I hate," he says, mostly to himself, "bears," and if psychic damage were a thing, maybe that would be enough to wound, but there's no such thing, and he hasn't got an angle, and his barrier shimmers a dull sort of orange in the air, not nearly strong enough to withstand another surge but maybe, maybe enough time for a breath, a plan, a second hit.

[poleaxed]

Due to a severe and repeated failure to give a shit about her company until it proves useful, the look she turns to give the boy wizard is nothing short of manic delight. Mages make everything easier (in battle).

"I'll drive it off," she says with the excited motivation pain gives her. "You got something that goes boom? Love that in a mage."

[inkindled]

"Do I," Matthias calls back. That's all he's got.

Abruptly, he changes the course of his sidestep and switches to a run, skirting still along the edge of the battle--away from Barrow, absolutely, who he is still unsure of, it's an even split on whether he'd fight a bear or a templar.

Downwind of Jone and the bear, he darts forward, right behind the beast's great back, and scratches a glyph in the dirt: a fire mine. It glows preemptively like a partially doused campfire. Matthias does another, and a third, the last one a little sloppy--he's not know for precision--and jumps back as the glows all begin to curdle, and brighten.

[thereneverwas]

At least at a point now where he's able to control whether or not he's setting off Silences around mages, Barrow manages not to do so (it's just a bear, after all) and follows Jone's lead, stepping back to flank the beast and help to spur it toward the glyphs.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glances at Matthias and offers him a distracted nod; he sees him, they're on the same page, no funny business. Not this time.

[poleaxed]

Jone's confidence stems from the fact that she can kill the bear without magic. If the mage is a fucker, she'll come for him later. A bear is not going to take her out.

Might make shit difficult, though.

Jone moves away just in time to watch the mage set the bear's arse on fire, and gives up a cheer. The lad's in her good books for now, certainly. She tries to get her axe in the bear's face when it runs by, mostly managing to snag an eye while it grunts in confused pain.

"Serves you, wanker."

[muckspout]

A rock flies out of a tree hitting the on fire Bear directly on the head.

Edgard whoops and swings down from a branch.

“Took care of that, seems like.” He points at the tree. “There was plenty of room up there.”

[inkindled]

The rock earns another muddled grunt of pain from the bear as it strikes on its head and bounces off onto the ground. Matthias winces with involuntary sympathy. Not that the burning didn't likely hurt as well, but at least there was dignity to it.

"Didn't take care of it," he counters, "just hit it with a rock. We'd do better to go after it and finish this."

[muckspout]

Edgard wheels around wildly and looks back at the tree.

"I thought you took care of it with the fire! The rock was just" He stumbles over his words. "for fun." He says sheepishly.

Edgard looks back at the tree considering climbing back up it.

"Fine" He sighs drawing his bow. He hits the bear in the back. It does very little except make it angrier.

Edgard dramatically shrugs, pulls out a knife and runs headlong towards the on fire bear.

[poleaxed]

Jone sees him go, and that's when the screaming starts.

From her. Because she is screaming. "Are you messin'?" At him. She is screaming at him. "Get the fuck back here, you great blert!"

And it's not long before she's running after him, poleaxe held high.

[muckspout]

Edgard doesn't slow his pace, but turns in a u and runs right back toward Jone. He yells,

"Throwing things did work, fire didn't work, what exactly do you suggest other than gutting him?"

[poleaxed]

Screaming turns to cackling. "A bigger bloody knife!" And she keeps running straight. Bye.

[thereneverwas]

Picking at something in his teeth, Barrow leans on the haft of his hammer and watches all this with his brow furrowed.

"I think we scared him off," he says, to nobody in particular, because they are all running and screaming.