- Redcliffe Castle: Get Out Alive
Val watched the carnage unfold before her. She was no stranger to death, to the horrors of battle, but this.
This was a slaughter.
And she had to get out of here. Not just because of her life being in danger, this wasn't the first time she had been so close to death. But because she wanted to join. Part of her, that really wasn't her wanted to join the fray. And it scared her.
The elf pulled herself up once more and left the two quietly. Despite their... "appearance" for help, she wasn't exactly at the most trusting of moods at the moment. Valmyria flexed her hand and willed the healing magic to come back. It sputtered back to life for a few moments, but then it died out. She couldn't focus long enough to hold it, there were too many distractions around her and in her to allow the flow of magic. She clutched her wound and looked around for a possible way out. There was a door adjacent to her, and she figured that was her best escape. She opened the door only to find herself in what looked like a old chapel. There was luckily no one in the room for a moment and it was quite.
But her peace didn't last long. The doors on the other side of the chapel opened, and another squad of the Teryn's men entered being lead by a large man wielding a wicked looking spear. She could tell by the bars on his shoulder that this man was some sort of a lieutenant. "That's her! Seize her!" yelled the man. "Oh, balls,"
said Val. The elf pulled out her sword and began to move to the other side of the room, keeping the large pews between herself and her pursuers. One man was smart enough to go the other way and intercepted the Warden before she could escape. They crossed blades a few times before Val lashed out with her foot and caught the man in his leg, sending him to the ground. By that time, the others had caught up to her. She brought the Oathkeeper around and up through the chest of a solider who tried to sneak up behind her.
Suddenly though, the blade was knocked out of her hand by what looked like a tomahawk, thrown by the Lieutenant. The blade sailed across the room and crashed through the window. She could hear the sword clang against the stone steps outside in the Courtyard. The Warden leaped out of the fray and ran across the top of the pews to the back of the room. Shouts followed after her and she would have made it out, but the pew underneath her slide out and she tumbled into the next set of pews. The crash knocked the wind out of her and her breathing was painful.
"Gotcha, knife ears," said the Lieutenant.
"Knife ears?" asked one of the men as he walked up. "Sir, those look more like sword ears to me." The group of soldiers laughed a little forcefully as Val slowly stood up and tried to catch her breath. Her hood had fallen down and her blonde hair cascaded around her face. "Norman, Dispose of her." The solider nearest of her charged and shoved the sword forward.
Just like she wanted.
She stepped aside and grabbed a hold of his wrist and sharply twisted it, breaking the mans wrist. Before he even had time to scream out, his sword was in his chest. The Warden grabbed his head and pushed him back. Valmyria glared at the Lieutenant as he barked orders for everyone to attack. Val, now weaponless, twisted and dodged her enemies, and used their own blades to kill each other. Se didn't go without injury though, scrapes, cuts, the occasional lucky hit on her by fist or blade. The blood loss and strain on her had worn the Commander down and the now bloodied floor didn't help anyone. One hit got too close to home.
Val screamed in pain as she felt a blade run down her back. One of the soldiers got a lucky hit. His sword had cut through her quiver, spilling all of her hand made arrows to the floor. It tore her cloak, and she feared damage had occurred to her bow as well as she felt it slip off her back.
Something in her clicked, or broke.
She turned around as the man swung the blade out again, but this time she just stood there, reached up, and caught the blade. Her right arm was now covered in wicked looking black gauntlet, a single red gem glowed from the center of her hand. that same shade of red lightly flashed in her eyes. She tore the sword from the bewildered man's hands and shoved it into the neck of the man next to her. With the black gauntlet, she made a stiff gloved shovel and shoved it into the man's chest. Blood spurted from the wound covering her and the floor.
Val just grinned.
She dropped the body and looked at the Lieutenant. He backed away slowly, spear in hand as she approached him. But she just reached out and yanked it from the man's grip and tossed the weapon to the side. He turned and ran, but the elf tackled him before he even had a chance.
"P-please," he muttered. "Do you take me for a fool?"
hissed Valmyria as she crouched on top of him. She looked crazy at this point. It wasn't just the fact that she was a bloody mess; blood, both her own and that of the men she had just slaughtered dripped off of her. It wasn't that she was reduced to rags, and scuffed armor, nor was it that her once majestic midnight blue cloak was now stain with blood and hung about her in tatters. Neither was it her messy blonde hair, but it was the look in her eyes. Wild, crazy, full of lust. It was The look of pure bloodlust. "You didn't show me mercy a few minutes ago."
"J-just, following our orders.""And they just got you killed. What is the Teryn planning?"
"I-I don't kno-" he started, but then cried out in pain as she dug her talons into his shoulder. "DON'T LIE TO ME,"
she roared at him. She picked the man up and slammed him into the alter. He was sobbing now, holding his hands up to protect his face as she pulled out his own dagger and slammed it into his shoulder and twisted the knife around. He screamed as loud as he could as tears rolled down his face. "WHAT IS THE PLAN? WHERE IS THE TERYN?"
she yelled back at him as she slammed the knife into the other shoulder and the man cried out again. "SPEAK!" Knight-Captain Gregor - Deacon
Deacon's words insulted him. He was a simple man playing the role of vigilante. He might still stand for a force of good in the world, which was the reason why Gregor didn't order his men to capture him in the first place. Clearly a mistake now that he thought back on it.
But this man was not a Templar. He was not his brother.He didn't see the dangers that a "" mage possessed to the world. It wasn't the blood magic, it was the demons of the Fade that brought out the fear. that reason is why the Templars often used harsh tactics against the mages, the reason why they showed little mercy to them. Respect was still there, and the Templars had care for the mages under their care. But they had to defend these mages from the outside world, and the outside world from them.
A battle on two fronts. Enemies were friends and friends enemies. Very stressful work environment.
"He lives in peace for now, but sooner or later the Templars or the Rangers will find him and place him under custody," replied Gregor. "You don't understand the purpose of the Templars nor the threat unregistered mages pose to everyone. As for my Trump Card, as you put it... All in good time Deacon. All in good time. It is sufficient for me to say that if I do play it, no one is leaving this place alive."
Gregor looked around the courtyard and noticed the status of the battle. His forces were moving well and holding better than he thought. But it was the others that he worried about; the "mercenaries" Cousland had so richly bribed. He hadn't heard no seen very much of them since the invasion started and none of the support teams he sent had checked back in. What worried him is that they had a change of heart.
"Now then Deacon," he said looking over at his former friend, hatred building up in his eyes. "I'm going to kill you."
The Templar rushed the other one, and brought the great blade around to bear, but instead of swinging it at the man, he slammed it again into the dirt and used its momentum to fling himself at Deacon. He slammed both of his armored boots into Deacon's chest plate... TERYN COUSLAND - Denerim.
Teryn Cousland drummed his fingers on the table as he watched the Battle of Redcliffe unfold from within a large basin. A spell of enchantment on a Tranquil allowed him to see the battle unfold from his eyes. A Tranquil was a special mage, one whose connections with the Fade and been severed, and in effect also their emotions. They were perfect for observations like this. A highly powerful enchantment could be surgically implanted into them without killing them or driving them mad. It was handy. But it only gave him a general view of the battlefield unless he commanded the Tranquil to move in closer which was an option he couldn't afford. the damned idiot would get killed.
"This is getting good," he remarked to no one in particular. The battle was in full swing, and he had just seen the fight between Vovin and Valmyria. she was a stunning lady, he had to admit that. And the Dragon Knight was very powerful and skilled. He was disappointed in Grashen. The fool had moved too early and might have jeopardized everything.
But it didn't matter to him. Everything was going according to plan.
He had hopes of a higher, more favorable outcome for him, but either way this battle went, it was a win-win for him. A sudden burst of magic, faint, but detectible through his link caused him to frown. That bitch had passed it on, no matter. He had prepared for this.
"Kassar, come here," said the Teryn. "I need you to deliver some letters for me before we leave."