[color=8B8970][center][h3]Adamiir Thiich - The Deadlands - Reflecting on his Mortality[/h3][/center][/color]

Two of their own dead, just like that. While Adamiir couldn’t claim to feel particular remorse for either Glenndus or the whiny bitch that soon followed him to the grave, it was a stark reminder of the survivors’ mortality. Specifically, of course, his mortality. He glanced nervously at those around him, then at the cluster of hellspawn ahead. “I suppose it wouldn’t do to run away now, then?” Apparantly not, as the words barely left his lips before the elven paladin, Orintur Graywatch, as he so loudly proclaimed, charged headfirst into the throng of demons, sparking the melee. 

It wasn’t long before Adamiir found himself surrounded. Three hissing scamps, circling around him, barely kept at bay by the threat of magicka coursing within his veins. The smallest one charged first, a flurry of claws and teeth that Adamiir noticed, even as he prepared to evade the assault, were remarkably clean for a scamp. He dropped to the ground, thrusting his hands into the air as he did so, pouring as much electricity into the creature’s softer underbelly as he could manage. The scamp dropped to the ground just behind Adamiir with a thud, even as the last two scamps charged at his now prone form. The one from behind arrived first, sinking its teeth deep into Adamiir’s shoulder, eliciting a cry of pain from the breton, even as he released a lightning bolt into the chest of the final scamp; a last ditch effort to prolong his life. The monster behind him bit down harder, and he thought he could feel something about to tear. Pain and panic flooded Adamiir’s mind then, and there was no more room for spells or survival. 

[color=CD0000][center][h3]Veeza - The Deadlands - Saving a Life[/h3][/center][/color]

Veeza saw the scamp’s jaws open wide as it lunged forward before the breton felt them, and already he was charging ahead. The scamp released its morsel as the clanking of Veeza’s armor drew nearer and nearer, turning to face this new threat as quickly as time would allow. Not fast enough, it seemed, as Veeza grabbed the scamp by a leg and an arm with a roar, lifting the creature high into the air, before forcing it down onto his fearsome scalp. The thing wailed and shrieked, twisting and struggling desperately, only succeeding in burrowing Veeza’s spikes deeper into its stomach. The scamp scratched at him furiously, a few blows scraping his face, leaving shallow cuts, while most scrabbled harmlessly off of his armor. With a heave, Veeza lifted the scamp once more, throwing it down to the ground. It twitched once, then twice, then it was dead. 

Veeza approached Adamiir then, looking down at the mage clutching his shoulder, working some sort of healing magic. Veeza prodded him with a foot, extending his hand. Adamiir ended the spell, reaching for Veeza’s hand with his good arm. Even as the argonian lifted him to his feet, Adamiir still winced in pain. It would take more than a cursory healing spell before his right arm could be used without great effort “I thank you, large and fearsome lizard! If the need arises for me to repay the favor, it is probable that I will!” He turned then, to survey the state of the battlefield, gripping his pendant tightly. Behind him, Veeza nodded.

“We must remain united. I fear this gate, and what it implies.”