Hold the Line (30/6/20)
Jul 3, 2020 16:30:42 GMT
Pieni, Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼, and 4 more like this
Post by BB on Jul 3, 2020 16:30:42 GMT
Standing around the aptly named site, literal gigantic chains scattered about on the scorched earth, the many soldiers and fighters alike assemble to confront Zariel’s waves of devils. Just as BB has finished pinning numerous sharpened flowers to her friend’s clothes, Markas more than happy to comply and Arkadius a little sceptical, Sheryl leaps on Astra’s back and speaks out towards all those gathered nearby. Her words bring a bittersweet smile to BB’s face.
Trust Sheryl to create reassurance even in times like these. She always has such a good way with words.
But they can’t put it off for much longer, the looming threat growing ever closer, and so everyone eventually turns and stands ready to fight. BB tries to hide the sight of the distant erupting volcano behind her bangs.
It’s too far to do anything, but bloomin’ hells it’s still unnerving.
Eventually the tense atmosphere breaks as the front line of devils charges into the battlefield, and they just keep coming, wave after wave of devils clamoring to meet them. BB can feel the heat from Arkadius’ magic as it wizzes past her, joined by a continuous onslaught of Igrainne’s arrows. Sheryl swoops through the approaching groups on Astra’s back, flinging words of magic as she goes, as Taz repeatedly pummels the infernal tide with his newly acquired mace. Flanking on the other side Markas spins and punches his way forward, Blue distracting enemies with trumpet sounds from Markas’ pocket as he goes.
Eventually BB pulls out the spell scroll Sheryl gave her and begins a rushed muttering of arcane words, a mighty storm swirling into existence right on top of the approaching waves of fiends. Occasional lightning strikes and strong winds batter any that try to force their way through.
It’s not enough. I need to stop as many as I can from getting through to my friends, to everyone relying on us.
She looks down at the glass rod clasped in her hand, the silver pins in her other spark and magnetise to the rod, spinning around it as she senses for her magic. She brings forth memories of lightning storms, the charged air and grasping spikes of light, channels this into the components in her hands. Always with caution, it’s too easy for its power to overwhelm and tangle in these moments.
No. Do not be afraid for once. Embrace the Chaos.
And so she reaches out, welcomes the tangle of power, feeling the multi-coloured lights that fill her eyes for the briefest moment before the lightning streaks from her hand across the battlefield and collides at full force with one of the large devils stuck in the storm, more grasping arms of lightning bursting out to strike the other fiends nearby.
Stay. Back.
Like it’s answering her call, her magic surges out as yet another bolt of lightning streaks out from her to join that of the storm, electrifying anything that dares push forward. Any that do make it out are mobbed by the fury of the rest of her friends. And just like that, they all continue to hold back the tide as the battle and storm wages on.
At some point Morrwing’s voice can be heard in all their heads, announcing the success of those in the tower and that the call to retreat has begun. Their skills still needed to help defend the retreating forces. To confirm this, large blue words appear in the sky to tell of the tower group’s success in destroying the generator and escaping.
It’s reassuring to get the news from Laurel themself. Now to get as many as we can out of here.
BB flings a few more spells into the battlefield, hoping to create an opening for people to get out of the front lines. She’s stepping forward, ready to teleport her friends out if it comes down to it when she notices something happening behind her, voices raised against the din of battle. She can’t make out what the Chloris Skysplitter and Red are saying to each other, Arkadius caught in the middle of the conversation, but eventually Red gives a curt nod and indicates for the rest of the OCF force to follow her forward. Arkadius gives out an urgent shout for them to get out as the OCF cavalry form a defensive line, faces set with determination as they look out towards the battlefield. Realisation suddenly sinks in and hesitant looks pass between BB and her friends still there before they begin to reluctantly retreat. BB gives one last nod to those sacrificing themselves, so that they may live, clutching to the flowers that adorn her pockets.
Iallanis, I do not call to you often, but please let their last thoughts be happy and their souls at peace. Smile upon them.
And so they all turn tail and run with the chaos of retreating figures towards the shrinking portal, BB helping anyone that she can on her way. Herself and her friends are the last to step through the portal as it slowly fizzles out of existence. She turns around and catches a quick glance of the OCF as they ride forward in one final charge against the infernal tide, their battlecries carrying all the way to the portal, before the scene is cut off as the link between the Material Plane and Avernus shuts for good.
BB can’t help but linger, eyes darting across the trampled field beneath where such an important portal was only moments before.
That’s it? So many stepped through here to sacrifice their lives for us, and all that remains is some turnips? I won’t have it.
The others that fought, the last soldiers to make it out alive, congratulate each other and breath deep sighs of relief. Instead BB immediately kneels down in the dirt, drawing her backpack to her side. After a moment she pulls out the last of the flower amulets she made and a small sealed jar. The bright yellow hues of the amulet’s petals stand out from the dirt that she places in on, the exact site of where the portal used to be. Popping the stopper on the jar she carefully shakes out the sunflower seeds inside and begins to place them into the dirt surrounding the amulet.
They eventually leave the field, BB joining the group again, many thanks being exchanged between the different military forces. There’s a faraway look to all her friend’s faces as the magnitude of what happened really settles in. The sacrifices made.
Smile. Help them smile again. We will get through this too.
Trust Sheryl to create reassurance even in times like these. She always has such a good way with words.
But they can’t put it off for much longer, the looming threat growing ever closer, and so everyone eventually turns and stands ready to fight. BB tries to hide the sight of the distant erupting volcano behind her bangs.
It’s too far to do anything, but bloomin’ hells it’s still unnerving.
Eventually the tense atmosphere breaks as the front line of devils charges into the battlefield, and they just keep coming, wave after wave of devils clamoring to meet them. BB can feel the heat from Arkadius’ magic as it wizzes past her, joined by a continuous onslaught of Igrainne’s arrows. Sheryl swoops through the approaching groups on Astra’s back, flinging words of magic as she goes, as Taz repeatedly pummels the infernal tide with his newly acquired mace. Flanking on the other side Markas spins and punches his way forward, Blue distracting enemies with trumpet sounds from Markas’ pocket as he goes.
Eventually BB pulls out the spell scroll Sheryl gave her and begins a rushed muttering of arcane words, a mighty storm swirling into existence right on top of the approaching waves of fiends. Occasional lightning strikes and strong winds batter any that try to force their way through.
It’s not enough. I need to stop as many as I can from getting through to my friends, to everyone relying on us.
She looks down at the glass rod clasped in her hand, the silver pins in her other spark and magnetise to the rod, spinning around it as she senses for her magic. She brings forth memories of lightning storms, the charged air and grasping spikes of light, channels this into the components in her hands. Always with caution, it’s too easy for its power to overwhelm and tangle in these moments.
No. Do not be afraid for once. Embrace the Chaos.
And so she reaches out, welcomes the tangle of power, feeling the multi-coloured lights that fill her eyes for the briefest moment before the lightning streaks from her hand across the battlefield and collides at full force with one of the large devils stuck in the storm, more grasping arms of lightning bursting out to strike the other fiends nearby.
Stay. Back.
Like it’s answering her call, her magic surges out as yet another bolt of lightning streaks out from her to join that of the storm, electrifying anything that dares push forward. Any that do make it out are mobbed by the fury of the rest of her friends. And just like that, they all continue to hold back the tide as the battle and storm wages on.
At some point Morrwing’s voice can be heard in all their heads, announcing the success of those in the tower and that the call to retreat has begun. Their skills still needed to help defend the retreating forces. To confirm this, large blue words appear in the sky to tell of the tower group’s success in destroying the generator and escaping.
It’s reassuring to get the news from Laurel themself. Now to get as many as we can out of here.
BB flings a few more spells into the battlefield, hoping to create an opening for people to get out of the front lines. She’s stepping forward, ready to teleport her friends out if it comes down to it when she notices something happening behind her, voices raised against the din of battle. She can’t make out what the Chloris Skysplitter and Red are saying to each other, Arkadius caught in the middle of the conversation, but eventually Red gives a curt nod and indicates for the rest of the OCF force to follow her forward. Arkadius gives out an urgent shout for them to get out as the OCF cavalry form a defensive line, faces set with determination as they look out towards the battlefield. Realisation suddenly sinks in and hesitant looks pass between BB and her friends still there before they begin to reluctantly retreat. BB gives one last nod to those sacrificing themselves, so that they may live, clutching to the flowers that adorn her pockets.
Iallanis, I do not call to you often, but please let their last thoughts be happy and their souls at peace. Smile upon them.
And so they all turn tail and run with the chaos of retreating figures towards the shrinking portal, BB helping anyone that she can on her way. Herself and her friends are the last to step through the portal as it slowly fizzles out of existence. She turns around and catches a quick glance of the OCF as they ride forward in one final charge against the infernal tide, their battlecries carrying all the way to the portal, before the scene is cut off as the link between the Material Plane and Avernus shuts for good.
BB can’t help but linger, eyes darting across the trampled field beneath where such an important portal was only moments before.
That’s it? So many stepped through here to sacrifice their lives for us, and all that remains is some turnips? I won’t have it.
The others that fought, the last soldiers to make it out alive, congratulate each other and breath deep sighs of relief. Instead BB immediately kneels down in the dirt, drawing her backpack to her side. After a moment she pulls out the last of the flower amulets she made and a small sealed jar. The bright yellow hues of the amulet’s petals stand out from the dirt that she places in on, the exact site of where the portal used to be. Popping the stopper on the jar she carefully shakes out the sunflower seeds inside and begins to place them into the dirt surrounding the amulet.
They eventually leave the field, BB joining the group again, many thanks being exchanged between the different military forces. There’s a faraway look to all her friend’s faces as the magnitude of what happened really settles in. The sacrifices made.
Smile. Help them smile again. We will get through this too.
