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Post by Mila on Jun 30, 2015 17:39:20 GMT -6
Mila was breathing hard at this point. She forced herself to lob one more fire ball over Yorick's head and hit a zombie that had joined the fray. Right I forgot.. for each one they kill a zombie takes it's place. She was starting to feel dizzy. She shook her head. No. Not is the time for weakness. Yorick then put her sheild up to defend against oncoming javelins. How many of these damn things are there? She thought to herself.
"Yeah.. I'm just peachy! Just.. LEFT! TO YOUR LEFT!" She yelled as by now a walking corpse had made it's way towards them. It's arms outstretched hoping to grab a limb and tear into the flesh of the living. Above them another gargoyle reared it's ugly head and tried to dive down at them. She would have to trust Yorick to deal with the living dead. Mila pulled what was left of her magic and formed a ball of flame. She threw it at the red skinned creature and gave it a nasty black burns on it's wings, causing it to crash into the ground.
"Running out of steam here!" She cautioned. It was true, she was close to her spiritual limit. She needed to take a small break before she could attack again. But these things were everywhere. But so were the fighters. Everyone was doing their best to pull their weight and beat these monsters down. From her pouch she pulled out a flask of sugar water. She pulled the flask to her lips and took a long sip. Hopefully the sweet mix would be enough to bring her energy back up.
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Post by Yorick on Jul 1, 2015 8:50:26 GMT -6
Left!
Swirling to face the threat, Yorick brought her axe to bear and swung two slices, parallel to each other and the ground, as she spun first to the left and then to the right. The result? Two nice deep gouges in the zombie, throwing its momentum off of the rails and giving the Halberdier a chance to step back, take a deep breath, and hurl herself forward with her arms slicing down, the blades of her axes glinting as she slammed the two weapons into the thing's shoulders.
A quick glance showed that Mila was handling the 'goyle. Good, but by the waves of the blue sea, how many damn monsters were there? It seemed like an endless supply. And she was starting to feel a bit worn... She was fraying at the edges, like during the Bonewalker fight. There were just too many!
Finishing off the Revenant with one more blow to the neck, Yorick turned around to hear her comrade giving a warning as she started drinking.
"Running out of steam isn't an option, Mila! We have to finish this up! If you need to rest, rest... Just watch for me, so that I can focus on each new hostile! Take your break, but stay focused... And by the sea, don't burn out. We need you functioning!"
The Gargoyle Mila had felled was still alive, and so Yorick closed in on the writhing beast and dropped her axe, executioner-style, into its stomach. Again, and again and again. Until finally it ceased to move, and a pool of some dark substance was flowing from the wide cut in its midsection.
"When will they end?!"
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Post by Ilheod on Jul 1, 2015 9:26:15 GMT -6
Wind blasted past the ascending wyvern lord as Astraeus soared higher into the air. With a slow guided turn towards the right, the mount carried him a considerable distance. He couldn't keep up this cat and mouse forever though, for fear that the demonic fiends giving chase might lose interest. That in mind, he couldn't simply rush in. So picking them off would have to suffice. Lowering his head, and thankful now more than ever for the way the mask of the gargoyle bone armor functioned; he inhaled slowly to draw full breath and steady himself. Tucking in his knees more, Astraeus banked right hard and abruptly turned to face the fiends. However instead of charging directly towards them and crashing head-long into an expected and prepared group, he tucked to the right and darted past with a single sweep of his silver spear. The silver infused weapon carved through the tough hides with far greater ease than normal weapons, cutting the length of the side of the creature and sundering it's left wing. The hiss and screech as it fell from the sky gave him no small satisfaction as he mentally noted that it would fall to it's death. However the Wyvern Lord continued to race past them as he plummeted downwards. In the skies, he was going to have an edge. He could see though that the forces on the ground were having a hard time of things. As Ilheod rushed downwards, he noticed the zombified walking dead that were threatening to swarm the pair of Mila and Yorick. The dive and pass as he raced past the pair was complimented by the shout as Ilheod swept his silver spear to cut into two of the monstrosities. It wasn't enough to instantly kill them, but the wounds and knocking them down should have removed some tension. Dipping back into the skies afterwards though, Ilheod swore under his breath as another of the winged monsters added to his tail. They were relentless..and he couldn't kill enough fast enough it felt like. They couldn't give up. They'd have to be just as relentless as the monsters if they were to win the day. |
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Post by Orcleous on Jul 1, 2015 10:07:55 GMT -6
With little to now warning Orcleous rushed into the fry of the fight against the undead. The gargoyles had effectively turned some of there team mates against them. It was a critical blow, but Orcleous gave one right back. He had eliminated there leader and as a result he had weaken the horde greatly. Without the guidance of the head beast a good group of the gargoyles fled. Ones that remained continued to fight against the mercenaries, but by now there numbers were less than half. With the skies no longer a immediate threat Orcleous turned his axe toward the horde of Undead. Well it was not worth calling a horde. More like a group to be truthful. A horde would be in the hundreads or maybe thousands. This was a group of maybe twelve or ten, Orcleous could not tell. They had eliminated a good number of them already.
Seeing a opening Orcleous tossed his hand axe toward one of the flying minuses. The axe lodged itself into its wing and sent it falling toward the ground. Taking Xigshaw in had the hero rushed toward the brilliant duo that seemed to be shining on the battlefield. Verdant Cross had made a impression on the Hero as they stood strong in the face of the monster threat. Most of the other mercenaries were dead and now zombies or nearly dead and barely holding there ground. These two however they were different. Far better quality. With a great roar Orcleous charged in past the two female mercenaries. The mighty war hammer Xigshaw gleamed in the sun as the Hero brought it down sending another walking abomination back to the grave from which it came. The her had murder in his eyes as he quickly turned bringing the mighty war hammer with him and smashing off the upper torso of a zombie.
"Hey you all look like you could use some help", spoke Orcleous as he turned toward the duo. It was then that he heard the cry of a gargoyle as it gave off a devilish scream. The monster's evil eyes stared down at Orcleous and his crimson headband. It was a clear sigh to who had killed there alpha and the beast wanted some revenge. With murderous intentions and a demonic spear the beast dive bombed with the intention of running the hero through. Orcleous however had no intention of dodging this monster. As a matter of facts he wanted it to come at him. At this moment the battle was riding on a thin string. This fight would be the one to either shoot there moral to the top and give them the push they need to achieve victory or doom them to be routed.
As the beast descended Orcleous pulled back on the mighty hammer. He could feel the natural energy flowing through his body as he focused on the beast. One swing, that was all Orcleous had. The mercenary waited for the right moment and ass the beast came down only one word left his mouth. "Smite", he shouted as he swung his weapon. The force of Xigshaw was enhanced by Orcleous natural energy. The blow slammed into the beast sprear first shattering the wood and continuing on till it slammed into his body. Like a baseball bat and glass bottle, Orcleous's magical hammer slammed into the beast leaving a haze of black monster blood and something that resembled a corpse flying off into the distance.
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Post by Mila on Jul 1, 2015 18:14:20 GMT -6
Don't burn out? The mage thought to herself. Try as she might she couldn't find an oppertunity to rest. There was too much commotion going on for her to take a break. It felt as if everywhere she went there was something. Either she had to move away from a gargoyle, avoid a shambling corpse, or the movements of other warriors near by. This battle was brutal in every sense of the word. But Mila had to try, she needed to take a small break to recover her spirit. She tried to steady her heavy breathing. Got to keep the look out..
She pulled her head up to see Yorick kill the gargoyle that she knocked down. Then from the sky a dark blur with a silver weapon descended down to help deal with the horde of the dead that was trying to swarm them. She recognized the large beast as Astraeus with Ilheod on his back. There was a gargoyle that was tailing them as they made their way back to the sky. She channeled her magic again and fired a ball of flame at the creature. She managed to hit it's tail and it's part of it's back leg.
"Ga..haah!" She found herself falling to her knees.
"Damn it...forced rest.." She felt her legs and finger tips go numb. She had drained too much of her energy. Though the sugar water helped to mitigate the numbness and keep her head in order. But she was still exhausted. Her movements were slowed down. The gargoyle she shot down off of Ilheod's tail approached her. She recognized it due to it's charred legs and angry face. Crap! She pressed her book, arms to her chest, in time to see the creature's claw hit her square in the chest and knock her back a few feet.
"AHH!" She cried out and landed on her side. F*ck! OW!Her arms and were laced with scratches that bled onto the floor below. Fortunately the blow to her chest was mostly absorbed by her book, the tome had a large gash strewn across it's cover. If she hadn't raised her arms up that attack would have been worse and she would probably be turning into a shambling corpse right about now.
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Post by Yorick on Jul 1, 2015 22:21:26 GMT -6
"MILA!"
Gone was the sense of self-preservation, of conservation of energy, of anything else. There was only the gargoyle, and Mila, and the distance between the former and Yorick.
Time seemed to slow, and the distance seemed to shrink as if compressed on either side by the force of a strong man slamming his weight into it. It seemed to vanish as the Halberdier's feet slammed on the ground, as her axe slid into her belt, as she dove, her gloved hands outstretched...
And then the solid crunch as she landed on top of the perfectly healthy Gargoyle she'd just tackled. It was, needless to say, unhappy. But Yorick wasn't having any of it. She'd wrestled on the Isles, and so she just wrapped it into a choke-hold and lay still, absorbing its thrashing and muffling its wings, which tried to beat against her armored breastplate. But the thing wouldn't die! So Yorick slipped one hand to her belt, still managing to keep the creature secure under her, and withdrew a throwing dagger. Holding the long knife like a bandit held an axe, gripped tightly in a curled fist, she slammed it into the creature's ear slit.
The result was jarring and hard on the eardrums. So she pounded her fist into the hilt, embedding it further. And then again, and again, and again. She kept attacking, and even once the creature stopped moving, she ripped the knife out, flipped it over, and started on its eyes, and then its other ear. Her face was no longer the focused look of a fighter - it was the look of one completely consumed by rage. She continued smashing the weapon into various areas of the creature, with no regard for anything around her, all the while repeating, in a dull, toneless voice:
"Not my guildmate, you b-
Not my guildmate, you b-
Not my guildmate, you b-"
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Post by Ilheod on Jul 2, 2015 8:28:18 GMT -6
Ilheod seized advantage of the situation presented by the female mages sudden act. Over the winds whipping past his ears, he could faintly make out the pained shrieks of the gargoyle that had been burned by her magic. Sweeping his spear over his head in an arc, and gripping it tightly, Ilheod turned about and spurred his wyvern on-wards as he raced towards the the wounded gargoyle. Silver infused metal plunged into the exposed throat of the creature as he impaled it, black blood splashing outwards and trickling down. The momentum of Astraeus flying past carried further while he seized the advantage to skewer a second one with the weapon. Though not a decisively killing blow like the first, the weapon's potency against the creature was obvious as it writhed in pain. Racing downwards, Astraeus slammed into the ground with a thundering crash as the slain winged monster and the injured one flopped to the ground. Not to far over, the frantic stabbings of the female soldier who accompanied Mila was transpiring.
Ilheod lifted his spear, and the wounded gargoyle struggled and floundered beneath the limp corpse of it's comrade. As it fought to shift the corpse off, Ilheod silenced it by cracking his spear directly down into the injured monster's skull. His shoulder shook with the jarring impact as he forced the spear tip through the bone and plate into the pulped brain matter. He whipped the spear out and let out a snarl before tucking his knees and spurning Astraeus on further. The wyvern ran along the around with thundering steps that vibrated in the ground, letting out a piercing shriek as a heavy clawed arm swept aside one of the shuffling undead that moved towards the group now fully fighting in an encirclement position. Ilheod used his spear in conjunction to finish the monster as he took a protective position covering the opposite of Mila as to Yorick.
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Post by Orcleous on Jul 2, 2015 14:05:13 GMT -6
As Orcleous smashed a zombie with Xigshaw the young Hero looked around. To his suprise most of the monsters were dead. The battle had heated up a bit near the end, but the mercenaries had pushed through. However it was not without casualties. The members who left had done some serious damage to the unit. There absence had dropped both numbers and moral and when the ambush started.. well lets just say Orcleous was going to keep a lot more coin than he expected. Still the Hero had mixed feelings about the entire ordeal. On one end he had more coin to keep to himself. On the other end so many of them had died. These were not cowards like the ones that retreated. These were good honest men who fought against monsters and demons for a cause. If they did not have any conviction they would not have stayed and fought.
"Hey are you all alive", spoke Orcleous as he walked up behind one of the walking dead and crushed its skull. Rather than use Xigshaw the hero used his hand axe he pulled out the wing of one of the beast. Xigshaw had become heavy over time and Orcleous was feeling the backlash on his muscles. He did not like using the magical hammer. It was powerful there was no doubting that. However Xigshaw's power boost put a great strain on the body. Every blow had a equal and opposite reaction. The harder he hit a enemy the more damage came back to himself. If he was not careful he could even end up breaking his own arm.
Walking up to Ilheod Orcleous took a look around the battlefield. A few more mercenaries had killed the last of the undead and the few gargolyes that remained had taken into a full retreat. Normally Orcleous would probably rally the men and try to follow them, but the beast flew off toward an entirely diffrent mountain range. He could tell they were not coming back. Plus the there was no way these guys were up for fighting any more for quite a while. They earned there pay and a bonus. "So Devil Slayer, was the city of heroes like this", spoke Orcleous as he looked at the man. The carnage left behind was unspeakable. As he spoke with Ilheod he noticed the commotion going on with the fiery duo. Breaking away from Ilheod he walked over to the mage and looked down at her. She seemed to have been stabbed in the arm. Man that must have hurt. It did not seem life threatening though.
"You might want to get that taken care of", spoke Orcleous as he pulled off a pouch from his belt. Inside of it was some bandages and a elixer for healing wounds. Saved Orcleous life on multiple occasions. He handed it over to the maiden and then began to walk toward Yorick. The women seemed, well off her rockers. She did not take the injury of her friend well. It was a good sign toward her personality, but Orcleous was not sure if she was completely safe to approach.
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Post by Mila on Jul 2, 2015 18:52:20 GMT -6
Mila didn't realize what was happening until Yorick started to jab her dagger repeatedly into the monsters head. She stared on in horror, her eyes following each one of Yorick's punches. Behind her was Ilheod and his mount. The noise of the battle was starting to die down. The monsters soon vanquished. Yorick! She would have to thank them both later for the rescue. This gave the mage some time to tend to her wounds. She threw on some healing salve from her pouch onto the fresh red gashes. The cuts weren't too deep, but they were long. The cuts went up from the tops of her wrist up to her elbow. The painful stinging sensation of the salve caused her to wince. HOLY HELL IT'S LIKE LIQUID FIRE! She bit her lip and tried to keep a straight face. Yorick was still punching the thing.
"Yorick!" No response. There was now blackish bile in a pool all around the halberdier. She slowly pulled herself off the floor. Her body was trembling lightly but other wise she would be okay.
"Yorick! I'm fine! You can stop now!" Again no response. She could hear her pink haired companion mutter something about her guild mate. Mila sighed softly. There's that stubbornness.
"YORICK!" She yelled, this time it was enough to snap her out of her rage. Geeze. She would have to talk to Yorick about this later. Orcleous had joined them at this point. He offered Mila some healing salve and bandages. Ooh bandages.
"Thanks boss. But I shall politely decline. Share it with the others. I already put some salve on them." She lifted up her arms to show them off. It was a strange mix of her skin color, bright red from the cuts, and yellow greenish goo that covered them. She then put her arms down and threw her cloak back on. She looked over at all the destruction.
"Damn."We've seen war zones... whole villages razed to the ground.. but I don't think i'll ever get used to seeing this. I gotta get stronger. Figure out a way to stop these creatures... Stop this destruction... Stop these needless deaths. She clenched her fists.
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Post by Yorick on Jul 8, 2015 10:04:16 GMT -6
"...?"
The Halberdier slowly emerged from the berserk rage of battle, looking in a mix of bemusement and impressed appreciation of the corpse she had been mutilating. It was by this point badly mangled and torn up, and the Halberdier dragged it to the side of the nearby cliff before hurling it off, watching it smash onto rocks far below.
As her faculties returned, Yorick whirled on Mila, looking her up and down even as the mage put her cloak on and stood by the others. She wasn't hurt too badly, it seemed. And... No, better check.
Yorick walked up and poked Mila on the nose gently. When the mage didn't snarl and try to bite her fingers off, she sighed in relief and looked at Mila in obvious calm and happiness.
"You're not a zombie. You're alive!"
Then came the bear hug; Yorick wrapped her companion and guildmate up, squeezing her tightly (and completely forgetting about her injuries) and laughing almost hysterically.
"We did it. We beat those hellspawn back, we survived, we didn't sustain too many casualties, and we're in one piece! There's not a monster alive that can survive the Verdant Cross! Not a beast out of hell that won't cower when our banner flies and our name is roared out. We're going to cleanse the world of these beasties, and we're going to cleanse it bit by bit! Haha! We're big leagues now! Gargoyle slayers!"
This was cause for some celebration. The monsters had been beaten back - now the villagers could live in the peace they deserved, free of fear.
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Post by Ilheod on Jul 9, 2015 7:51:37 GMT -6
With distaste, Ilheod eyed the few retreating gargoyles. He heard the distant and lingering voices of those behind him. Yorick was expressing joy and happiness as to Mila's safety. Beneath his bone mask, which was still firmly strapped to his face, Ilheod let a half-grin break out. However his gaze turned back once more towards the gargoyles. They were like a plague. One could infect others, turning them into more gargoyles. A multiplicative growth that could turn into a full out-break. He knew his wyvern was of the same disposition. Ilheod frowned, expression still hidden underneath the mask while he tugged at Astraeus' reigns. The colossal Wyvern turned to face the direction the creatures had fled in. He paused. Thought about it slowly.
He looked to the three primary comrades of his. Orcleus speaking to Mila about how best to handle her wounds. Yorick hugging her in a fierce hug. Mila who looked almost dazed, no doubt tired. They were good people. Would it be that he could, he would see their lives be ones of comfort. Though that was not in his power...he could remove one less factor of stress. If not help potentially save lives. The Wyvern Lord looked towards the distance again, and tucked his knee's as he signaled Astaeus forwards. The Wyvern let out a shriek that split the skies as it charged forwards on the ground to get a running start. The piercing call was like a warning to their foes. A warning to the winged fiends that they could not run far enough. No corner of Elibe would be sanctuary enough to hide from the wyvern and it's rider.
Running past the group, Ilheod tucked his body downwards as he guided Astraeus up into the skies, the wyvern launching off with a powerful kick-off and flapping his wings heavily to climb into the sky as it leapt off the cliff side of the mountain. Though still considerable in distance away; Ilheod could see them. The gargoyles flying in the distance. Lifting his silver spear, and leveling it, Ilheod guided Astraeus into a steep climb before a sudden dive like descent to gain distance on the currents.
Eventually, after some time the Wyvern Lord and his mount would fade from sight. He could merely wish them the best, for he personally had a hunt he would continue.
[Exit thread ]
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Post by Orcleous on Jul 9, 2015 10:06:50 GMT -6
"Hey", shouted Orcleous, but the devil slayer was gone. He seemed to be chasing after the gargoyles that left. The fool, thought Orcleous to himself. If would have stayed behind he would have joined up with him to finish them off, but that was topic for another time. Ilheod was gone and Orcleous had to deal with what remained here. "Hey everyone pick yourselves up", spoke the Hero as he tossed Xigshaw over his shoulder. "We have a long trip back down the mountain and more than likely we are going to be moving back through the catacombs. If you don't like the sound of that then your going to like the sound of this", spoke Orcleous as he looked at his faithful horde of hired lackeys. "Everyone's pay is being doubled. You all get twice what I promised. You all have fought hard today and earned twice the wages not to mention I no longer have to pay the cowards that fled the field of battle. So when we get back to the tavern all drinks will be on me", spoke Orcleous as he made is way back toward the stone gate. The boys were up in a uproar after hearing him talk about increasing there pay. Orcleous however had some thinking to do.
The trip back was easy. There were no more zombies, just the dead corpses from before. To his surprise however some of the cowards lost there way back down so they joined back up with the group heading back to town. They were lucky everyone else was so nice. If it was up to Orcleous he would had let them sit in the darkness and rot till they died. Because of them good men died. Still that was a argument for another time. As he promised Orcleous paid all his men what he promised and a round of drinks. As he stated before nobody who did not stay and fight got paid, though that did not stop them from trying to demand coin. Needless to say some of them got a boot logged up in there hine cheeks.
After paying out all his coin Orcleous sat in the corner thinking of what he was going to do next. He was sure he was not going to simply sit around picking up mercenary jobs again. He heard the call his destiny was on the battlefield and against the monster threat. However he was not sure how to go about it. There was that one group, verdent cross. They seemed like a good group, but he was not sure if it was for him. They were not the only monster hunter group out there. There were also the silver something guys. Orcleous heard of them, but could not remember there name. Though he heard some really good things about them. "Maybe I should go solo", spoke Orcleous to himself as he put his hands behind his head and leaned back into his chair. The hero was not sure where to go from here, but he knew one thing. He was not going to be here for much longer. Mordor no longer needed him and if he stayed the Call would just come right back.
[Exit Thread]
OC: Hey you guys can put in your last posts and then end the thread.
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Post by Mila on Jul 9, 2015 14:10:59 GMT -6
Just, as Mila managed to breathe a sigh of relief Yoick approached her with a bit of a crude “zombie test”. Her pink haired guild mate’s fingers were covered in the black goopy blood of the gargoyle she punched out. I don’t think even a zombie would want to nibble on those. But before she could speak words to reassure her friend that she was fine, the mage was quickly wrapped in Yorick’s bear hug. The mage’s face uncomfortably buried in the halberdier’s chest plate. Under any other circumstances she would probably be delighted to be face first in a woman’s chest, but right now she didn’t want any of it. Yorick’s chest plate was pushing her nose in a bit of a painful manner. GAH! MY NOSE! The mage could barely hear the words of Yorick’s celebration. Mila was forced to poke the woman’s side in order for her to release her bear hug.
“Sweet mercy air please! Else I’ll stop being alive!”Mila choked out, as she put a hand on her face to inspect her nose. Parts of her face were red from both a mix of embarrassment and the spots where her face was squeezed into.
“Right Yes! We helped to slay the gargoyles! Team effort. Everyone here gets that title.” It was at this point she heard the shriek of Astraeus and Ilheod taking off into the sky. Aw. I never said thankyou in person. Wait.. does that mean I’m stuck up here? She looked up at the wyvern lord as he disappeared beyond the mountains to chase after the remaining gargoyles.
“Right. We.. should lick our wounds and celebrate in the village down below.” While she didn’t show the same level of excitement as Yorick, she was actually very pleased. The guild did well for it being only two members. Perhaps they might pick up some new recruits. She gave Yorick a celebratory pat on the back.
“I.. am still not going through those tombs.” She spoke with a bit of a happy tune to her voice.
“One of you wyvern guys please escort me down the mountains.”
Back in the village celebrations were on the way. Mila was happy to have some gold in her pouch and warm food in her belly. She had a few spoils of the battle too. Gargoyle talons, some hide, and a few teeth, she wasn’t sure what she could do with them at the moment but perhaps once she found an apothecary she could make something with it. The mage found a quiet little table for herself and began scribbling down everything that happened while the events were still fresh in her mind. The stinging cuts on her arm a reminder of what could have been.
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OOC- Yorick your free to close it.
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Post by Yorick on Jul 16, 2015 13:02:45 GMT -6
"Team effort, indeed."
The trip back seemed to be a mere blur, a hum and a buzz that faded quickly into the bright light of the town at night. Gone was the fear and the hysteric fear; the Verdant Cross and the other brave fighters had eliminated that specter. Now there was naught but happiness and celebration. The future troubles that would undoubtedly arise were far from everyone's minds - all that mattered was the day's victory.
The liquor was flowing, the stories were flowing, and the blood thankfully was not flowing. All was well - the Halberdier was relaxing with her fellows, enjoying the limelight and the warm buzz of whiskey and glory. There was not a thing in her mind that worried her. She had finished the battle, had not been harmed more than scratches, and she'd beaten that Gargoyle to a pulp.
Oh, yeah. What was that? What was that rage that filled her? That consuming need to attack, and kill, and destroy? What had that been?
No matter; she'd analyze herself later. For now? There were drinks!
And so the night passed, everyone relishing and reveling in the triumph over the beasts. The celebration continued into the next day, when Yorick collapsed into a free bed, sleeping till clean into the next day. She stayed in that town for a week, recovering and watching the mountains, but no sign of any other winged demons appeared. So she set off, wandering back towards Lycia... Once again on the road.
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