S10 Finale-Silvia (28/06/20220), Tragoedia Ex Astris
Jun 29, 2022 10:49:16 GMT
Grimes, Tamsin (Kalta/Cam), and 10 more like this
Post by Wixspartan on Jun 29, 2022 10:49:16 GMT
The thin green ray shot towards her with the certainty she had sought for herself her entire life. In the second before it hit time seemed to slow as she realised that just this once luck wasn't on her side, just this once she might not make it home in time to put the kettle on and patch up the person she loved. She didn't have time to swear, but in this frozen moment her last thought projected across the psychic link.
"I'm sorry Sorrel"
"I'm sorry Sorrel"
Silvia sat quietly on the western wall of Fort Ettin, watching the sun begin to dip in the sky as the shadow of an army appeared on the horizons that surrounded the fort. This was not a fight this was a war, her first. She wasn't worried, that would mean she could grasp the danger of the situation, she was scared. She had written a letter to Sorrel earlier, stupid move really, Sorrel would be fine. After all, Sorrel never died it was only the people around her she cared about that died. She shook her head, trying to get that last thought out of her head. Looking around she surveyed her allies, her companions in this final fight. On each of the towers stood archers primed and ready, she had even heard rumours they were picked and trained by the lord Jaezred, she smirked at that, she had seem him posturing around earlier on the Northern wall with what she believed to be Veridian too, what a show that would be. On either side of her small group floated two illithids, mind flayers; she had been very hastily reassured that they were allies and their expressions at least revealed far more hatred for the gith on the horizon than their current allies. On the northern side of the wall were four well dressed individuals with all the poise of nobility and all the hunger of predators, vampires. Once again she had been reassured that they would hold off on the devouring of non-gith for this fight. Then there were her small band of compatriots.. Derthaad was always reliable, a caster and a watchman he could always be relied on to pitch in when times were tough. Glint was a strange choice for a war, but she knew that he probably had at least seven tricks up his sleeve and that at least three of them may actually be exceedingly effective. After all illusions may not help but the wizard's fiery nature may be just the thing to bring down the approaching hoard. She had never met Kalta before today but was happy to see the imposing half orc and even happier to see a longbow on their side. Derthaad had given Silvia a vial of purple worm poison but on second thoughts she tossed it to the stalwart archer with a nod, it would go further as ammunition coating than on her Shadowclaw. Sparks was a warlock like her, although very much not in a lot of ways. She had heard he was a good shot though, and was always happy to have some backup and she trusted he would pull through. She turned and saw the strong frame of Kavel, the man who had carried her dying body through hell and battle just to keep her alive. She smiled at him, she would always be grateful to fight along side what seemed like the embodiment of the mountains themselves. She pulled herself to her feet and embraced the massive goliath fighting back tears.
"We'll make this together brother."
She felt his strong hands massage her tense shoulders and give her a pat on the back. She gulped down the rest of her tears.
"I may need you to pull that trick you pulled in hell, we don't want Sorrel to have to run into the afterlife to find me..."
She pulled away and nodded before returning to the wall, resting a foot on the battlements and surveying the terrain. Two moats had been dug, one filled with water and the other with spikes and... creatures she didn't want to have to look at again, she had been assured they were the creations of the mind flayers, but she knew they would just as quickly tear through her as the gith. In front of the wall was the small pond and garden that as she watched began to.. move? Suddenly a giant T-rex pulled itself from the water and waved a claw at the small party on the wall. Apparently the adventurers had yet more allies up their sleeves. With a rumble and crackle she watched as the skies darkened and heavy rain began to pummel the ground, wind pressing her now wet clothing tight to her body. That would stop some of the fires, the only time she would thank Veridian for anything...
Suddenly with a flick of the wrists and a crackle of electricity Derthaad began preparing a devastating bolt of lightning, the battle had begun. And then just as suddenly as he had started the magic fizzled and died.
"FUCKING COUNTERSPELL!"
Silvia's arcane eyes darted around for sign of magic but found none. Suddenly a force slammed into Sparks who began to fall over the western wall, only luckily being caught by Glint's feather fall in time. A gith with a shield of round steel stood in their midst suddenly, grinning with pride. Silvia's eyes narrowed as she darted towards him, trident ready. The gith was not trained against such a weapon and two strikes landed true. As the gith turned to try and defend a firebolt caught him in the back of the head and dropped him to his knees, the fiery wizard was true to his nature he seemed. Almost as quickly as he went down though, his shield crackled with magic and an explosion of force tore through the nearby defenders, catching some off guard. Silvia quickly dropped low to avoid the main force of the blast before turning to watch as Derthaad had picked out another invisible gith in the rain and struck them with a bolt of lightning. With another bang another gith appeared next to Glint, who this time dodged the blow just in time. Along with the rest she helped drop the remaining gith on the walls as the horde outside the walls began to charge towards them. She saw with delight out of the corner of her eye as several spheres of lightning and electricity appeared at various intervals slowing the wave of bodies and singeing many. The massive beast of the pond had charged over the moats at this point and was laying into the oncoming gith and just as she watched with glee as the vampires descended on the walls she heard a screech and saw as a dragon had been shot down and was rapidly crashing into the wall next to them. With the reaction speed of a vicious wolf Kalta turned and unleashed a hail of arrows, all striking true into the softened scales of the dragon, three of them causing a purple hue to leech across the dragon's body. She tapped Kavel on the shoulder.
"You've got this brother, kill that bitch for me!"
The leader of the gith horde had gotten closer now and with a glint of her eyes she prepared for impact. Suddenly she felt herself become lighter. Sparks had run over and invoked flight on her and Kavel, she grinned, now was what she had been saving her strength for, now was her chance to prove herself worthy, the Claw of Kurtz, the warrior who would save the Western wall. She was finally needed, finally important, finally worth bringing along. With a wink to Kavel she turned and shot with incredible speed towards the horde, on a direct course to the leader who had just left the most recent sphere of crackling lightning. She raised her trident, shadow coiling around her and the gith general, locking them into a fight to the death, designating the general as the target of Silvia's every fury. And then with a word and a flick of the wrist the sphere dissipated, no matter, she would still exact vicious fury on this enemy to her very home. And then it happened.
The thin green ray shot towards her with the certainty she had sought for herself her entire life. In the second before it hit time seemed to slow as she realised that just this once luck wasn't on her side, just this once she might not make it home in time to put the kettle on and patch up the person she loved. She didn't have time to swear, but in this frozen moment her last thought projected across the psychic link.
"I'm sorry Sorrel"
She had lived an interesting life for a girl from a small farming village on the Sword Coast. Blacksmith's kid, town guard, innocent child. Seven and a half years of wandering, cursed and alone, lost and without purpose. And then Kantas, her final home, her true belonging. Gerhard, Velania, Lord Jaezred, Veridian, Father Cai, Delilah, Kela, Kavel, Sorrel. So many more names she could have reflected on in the second before she met her final death at the hands of a foe she had not even landed a single scratch on. It was funny really, sure he had been the one to kill her but if anything it was just the end of a long long process that had led her here. A desire to prove herself worthy, a desire to find purpose in life, a desire to be seen as useful, as important, as more than just the background or a poor lost girl to save. And now she was gone in a second. Funny how a single moment can mean so much, how a single action causes such a shockwave. But really nothing is a single action. Today was a day of many deaths, each of which the conclusion of a long and storied series of events that had led to this moment, this series of moments, of memories. So many had died today, and so many would grieve the single moments of their loss, but really today was a day of endings. The end of lives, of a war, of a series of events that had led the Dawnlands here, the end of a season.
