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What Can One Grey Warden Do?
WHO: Hercules, Jamie, Kain, Rachette, Alistair, Kaidan, Bethany, Dorian, Anders, and Nathaniel.
WHAT: The ambush and capture of Lord Livius Erimond
WHEN: Drakonis 4
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: Info on this post. Feel free to start your own mingle threads for the journey there and back. Warning for violence.
WHAT: The ambush and capture of Lord Livius Erimond
WHEN: Drakonis 4
WHERE: The Western Approach
NOTES: Info on this post. Feel free to start your own mingle threads for the journey there and back. Warning for violence.
It doesn't really rain here. The skies are blue and the sun is glaring, the sands shifting only when a merciful breeze blazes through, which isn't often. It's hardest on Team D, which has no shade or shelter. The other two teams are tucked away in the shadows, impossible to see as Erimond's party enters the gorge.
They had seen the demons from afar, Nathaniel peering through a spyglass. There are eight of them, each bound to a mage, and Nathaniel has chosen to continue with the plan, though he has urged everyone not to try to fight, only to push through with the plan as-is and get out. They are all very much outnumbered, but all they need to do is take one man.
So stay hydrated and move quickly, team. Anything can happen in the next few minutes.
[OOC: I will tag into each team thread as the action reaches each team. Feel free to mingle on team threads before then and react to the action in other threads. Also, please start your own threads for travel mingling, if you want that sort of thing. This will keep everything organized for everyone's AC purposes.]
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He scanned about, looking for anything that would signal an attack. Catching sight of something, he got to his feet, his staff in his hand quickly.
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Her gaze shifted over to Kaidan, and she frowned. "What is it?"
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"TO ME! TO ME!" he screams, flinging huge shards of ice in the direction of the men coming for him.
The shards of ice mostly miss their targets. One shatters near where Dorian hides, spraying smaller shards, one of which strikes his jaw and leaves a bleeding cut.
"SUPPRESSING FIRE!" comes the cry from Nathaniel as he and Alistair struggle to take Erimond. Nathaniel is bleeding, a shard of ice lodged in his arm.
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His face.
He doesn't need Nathaniel's instruction, surging to his feet properly as he hefts his staff. It seems to spin light and easy in the air, and comes down far heavier as he brings it two-handedly back down to earth, lightning and purple illumination flurrying. The effect itself happens beyond him, purple light lancing and glowing amongst the feet of the enemy mages, and above their heads, a sudden blooming of darkness, like a smoke cloud rising, furling into the impression of a skull before dispersing, a feeling of heavy horror intent to settle over the company.
Hanging back, Dorian stays rooted to the spot as the next turn of his staff sends fiery energy towards the company, striking sand, white-heat and orange flame.
His face, though.
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Just to let you all know. I rolled a fifteen! SCORE!
Bethany cried out across the desert expanse, her brown eyes widening. My fault, my fault! her mind screamed, as guilt turned into anger, and anger turned into magic.
If you have never seen a force mage at work, it can be a truly daunting sight. Bethany lifted her staff to the sky, and then slammed it down into the ground, shooting out one hand as she reached to the sky to tear open a hole in the fabric of force around them, and use it to create a vortex to the demons and mages rushing to Erimond's aid. Those who were not caught in Alistair's defensive templar abilities, soon found themselves dragged to one central spot.
Where they couldn't move, except to wave their arms ... rather ineffectually.
She starting swinging her staff around again, focusing and drawing mana back in for the next attack.
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Several of the enemy mages have the sense, at least, to have barriers up. Kaidan's fireball singes a few eyebrows and knocks a number of demons back. It's Bethany's force spell that is deadliest to them, gathering them all tightly together as Kaidan's blade swings. The blow catches in layers of fabric, not flesh, but there is little they can do to resist more blows.
That is, until an older mage sends a wave of energy rippling out, casting off Bethany's spell--as well as the barriers guarding everyone in the fight. Only Dorian's horror spell remains, so the attacks from the enemy mages are still erratic.
A bolt of lightning lands near Dorian, but does not hit him. Dorian's fire spell hits nothing but rock, sending dust flying, obscuring the enemy targets.
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But he persevered, his staff whirling in an attempt to knock as many down as possible, struggling to find his feet as the Venatori mage looked to disrupt them all.
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Apostates, honestly.
It doesn't matter, though. It's working. His voice is textured with adrenalised liveliness, and he conserves his most of his energy for the moment as he sends gusts of energy, surgical, attempting to control the crowd around where Kaidan is fighting them toe-to-toe, like a madman.
He turns, tearing a fireball through the Veil and sending it blazing for the enemy mages -- attempting, this time, for accuracy.
"I'll cover our retreat," he asserts, mostly for Bethany -- Kaidan will have to do with them yelling at him to run. "Be ready."
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She hissed and turned the staff on him again, amping up her Winter's Grasp to Winter's Fury to hit him again, her brown eyes flaring. She did nod in response to Dorian, however, knowing that he would have the ability to cover them.
"Right." She looked at him, her gaze focusing.
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He drew on his mana and threw out a telekinetic burst, hoping that he would avoid the crippling migraine long enough to escape.
Sorry sorry!