[h1][color=orangered]Theresa ot an Bol’hjar[/color] and [b]Benedict Kaspin[/b][/h1]
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Now that they had a bit of breathing room, Theresa made her way down through the building and ran out through the entrance, rejoining Benedict in the street. “Alright!” She called out, clapping her hands together, “Off to a good start.”

[b]“Ye sure tossin’ ‘em down there’s good enough?”[/b] Asked the behemoth, [b]“Water only works when it’s fast-movin’.”[/b]

“They might still reform down there, but at least we’re keepin’ ‘em off the streets. Not like they can grip ‘emselves back up, anyway. Slippery down there.” Theresa replied, taking a look at the fires behind them. “Right then, we gotta keep it up. Work our way around the walls, shove more of ‘em down there. Make things a little easier for the guards. We should start with the town gates so people can get out easier.”

[b]“Ye sure we’ll ‘ave enough fire fer all that work?”[/b] Ben asked, scratching his throat. Theresa merely shrugged and replied, “We’ll make due. Always ‘ave, always will. Right?”

[b]”Right.”[/b] Ben said in return, along with a wry smile.

They both turned back towards the wall of burning junk, its flames beginning to die down, and the wights beyond it beginning to make their advance. Theresa turned her head and pointed to an alley, saying, “I’ll cut through there, you meet me ‘round. Help the knights thin the crowd a bit.”

[b]”Aye, but… if they turn on me?”[/b]

“Think they’re a little too busy for that. Just keep goin’ if they do. Good?”

To which Ben nodded and replied, [b]”Good.”[/b] And with that, they both made their ways off in different directions, Ben approaching the horde of wights and ready to brute force his way through them, and Theresa cutting through the alley relatively free of forces - some strays, but nothing a few swipes at the necks would solve. She’d have to keep an eye out for more taverns - they were going to need the alcohol.

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[h1][color=lightyellow]Karkadin Gatoa[/color] and [color=palegreen]Wizzlebee de LaShüp[/color][/h1]
[sub]Featuring [color=lightsteelblue]Kane's Guard[/color][/sub]

[i]Written with [@Spoopy Scary][/i]

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Things were beginning to clear up. Bruk’s thrashing about, Sten’s marksmanship, and Oscar and Karkadin’s waving their weapons around to clear up the rest of the encroaching horde, all combined into bringing about one safe exit for the people of Maceron to flee through. They came in crowded groups, dashing past the action, taking up base at the open grounds surrounding the city. They could be seen standing far enough away to watch their home be fought over, many silently hoping everything would turn out alright, and others cheering wildly for their defenders’ victory.

Soon enough, all that was left near the gate the group was guarding were mere stragglers, as the surprise manifestation of two flaming apparitions did very well to thin the horde. Karkadin didn’t even notice them until half of the opposing force was already vaporised - Sten had taken a moment to stop firing to take in the curious light show taking place before him, and so did Oscar. Hopefully, being turned to ash would be enough to stay them for good, but the dorak kept his guard up nonetheless. A wight approached Karkadin, and he confidently thrusted his spear into the monster’s open chest cavity, in between its ragged ribs, and flung it with relative ease up and over in the flaming golems’ direction. And, thankfully, one caught the airborne wight with a well-timed blast. With that, the majority of them were gone, the main force being further inward of the city, and still very much active with other parties of knights.

"Alright... boys...!" Oscar said in a cheerful attempt to lead between deep, heavy breathes. "Let's... spread out around the square... secure the area!"

Karkadin took a moment to rest his arms, putting away his spear. He looked over at the two flaming shapes of men, more curious than cautious. This... was magic, wasn't it? Nothing like it he'd ever seen in Dorakis, not even by Phirrah's doing. He approached cautiously, the duo seemingly paying him no mind - though he couldn't tell, with their lack of expressions. "Hello?" He called out, stopping a bit away from them, hands at the ready in case anything went wrong.

"Oh! Oh!" A distant, old, gnomish voice called out from a corner of the square. "Oh! Worry not, worry not! Those are [i]my[/i] doing! Harmless, really! I... think."

Oscar looked up in curiosity to see an old gnome like Kane had described suddenly back on the carriage he once thought was abandoned. Huh. He guessed the captain was totally pulling his leg after all... because that was a thing he'd totally do, right?

"Well I'll be damned." Oscar muttered, his mouth dropped a bit in awe at the full realization of what kind of mayhem this gnome had ravaged with his minions alone. Ashes were scattered across the square.

"Impressive work..." Karkadin called out, somewhat hesitantly, watching the golems before turning his vision towards the gnome. "Who are you?"

"Wizzlebee de LaShtüp!" The gnome declared. Wizzlebee straightened out the toga on his side. "Wizard and alchemist! The, uh... fire golems, they're probably unstable. First time it's ever been done, as far as I'm aware! Don't know their temperment, you know, can't trust the [i]elasticity[/i] of aether [i]too[/i] much."

"Well..." Karkadin replied, "Thank you, for your help." Turning away from the gnome, amd still somewhat mindful of the golems, the dorak faced Oscar and said to him, "We should go to the next gate then? Help more people escape?"