[center][b]Kyne’s Tear 7th of Last Seed, 4E 205[/b] [@Macabrefox] & [@DearTrickster][/center] [hr] When Sevine single handedly swung the jellyfish above their heads, Maj had covered her eyes peeking out only when the jellyfish successfully made it aboard [i]The Golden Slug[/i]. She let out an audible sigh of relief. Their luck somehow held. When her bright green eyes tracked back down to the ongoing chaos of the [i]Kyne’s Tear[/i] fishing for jellyfish would prove to be the easiest part of the night. Rain continued to fall, the rough stormy sea splashed across the deck. She ran a hand down her face, pushing hair away. The water soaked into every fibre of her clothing, she felt the weight and the cold. They had to break up the mass of them, there wasn’t a square inch of deck space not occupied by those richly accessorized monsters. The werewolf was at large still and their fellow company were trapped in the thick of it. It was clear to Maj where they needed to be next. First, to take care of her stumbling, concussed superior. Gently tugging on the crook of her arm she leaned close enough for the breton to hear, “Miss Fontaine, go seek shelter. You’ll be no use out here with that head of yours! Go on now.” She guided her to the railing and shooed her away. “Watch yourself, hang on to the railing.” Ariane nodded holding the tender head of hers, taking her advice by leaning on the railing. She watched her go, wondering if she’d be open to speaking more in depth of the [i]Golden Slug[/i] after they survived the ambush. When she got talking Ariane had plenty to say. Having an academic about in the company was a treat, regardless of the extremely different castes they grew up in. Maj turned to Sevine, the fiery haired Nord with impressive fishing skills. She saw the bow on her back, eyes lingering on it. They flicked up to Sevine, “You ready to join the fray properly, eh Sevine? Thin the bastard’s numbers!” She shouted over the roar of the storm. “I’m going to do what I do best!” Opening her palm for her to see, magicka pooling in her hand. “Summoning demons from the depths of Oblivion!” Sevine’s hands drifted to the axe at her side, and lifted the Chitlin shield from her back, “Right! I’ve got your back.” She let the axe move loosely in her hand, warming up as she swung a couple practice strikes. She crouched then straightened back up, almost missing a crucial step. “We’re about to charge into battle without a sound? Before I cast a single spell we have to do this one thing Sevine. It has to be loud and it has to be [i]proud.[i]” Maj spread her legs apart, bending at the knees to crouch low. She tucked her arms into her sides, looking expectantly back up at Sevine. “Come on, I’m not moving until we let out one soul crushing war cry.” Sevine chuckled, if she were to die this night, she couldn’t deny her request, “On my mark then!” She rolled the axe in her hand, and shook the tension out of her shoulders, “[i][b]For Sovngarde![/b][/i]” the cry tore out of her, the words fading into a terrifying bellow that she could feel in her core. Maj sucked in air filling up her diaphragm, “[i][b]Wahoooooooooo![/b][/i]” With the drawn out ‘ooh’ she straightened, head thrown back. Their war cries ripped out garnering the attention of some nearby remaining Dreughs - fighting amongst the fiery backdrop, they successfully distracted them. Fuelled with adrenaline, Maj’s eyes lit up as her hands were brought together in a hard clap. The purple orb of her conjuration spell formed in the palms of her hands, she slowly pulled apart her hands, fingers splayed open the orb growing size. She spoke the spell as familiar as a bard would sing their favourite song. Throwing her hands above her head then throwing the orb to the deck, an inky pool of deep indigo swirled outwards in a circle, a line of magic shot up over six feet into the air - widening. First the angular icy head poked through the top of the portal, then the cylindrical hammer of an arm reached out next. Standing up from its slouch the frost atronach stood fully over six feet tall, its head turned to Maj waiting for its first order. She pointed, “Clear a path, Snowflake! Swat the Dreughs out of the way!” She swept her arm out over the deck. It slowly turned to the Dreughs acknowledging its temporary master. Long strides brought it thundering across the deck closing in on the dreughs, like a battering ram it swung its arm at the first Dreugh it encountered connecting with its middle. With a powerful throw the Dreugh sailed overboard a subsequent explosion told Maj it landed on a jellyfish. She pumped her fist, “Keep ‘em coming!” Sevine hadn’t experienced much Conjuration in her life, even on the field of battle, conjurers and mages were far and few between. However, this wasn’t the time to ogle at the atronach Maj conjured, she had to clear the area. It was then she noticed Dreughs swarming Niernen and Narzul. “We have to help them!” She said, turning her head to look once at Maj, before racing off towards her first opponent. The Dreughs were unlike anything she had encountered. The monsters reminded her of crabs, deformed and mutated crabs plated in gold. “[i]Hyyyaaaaaggghhh!![/i]” She roared, her axe swinging up into the nearest Dreugh. The tenacity of her shout caused the crustacean to turn and face her. The blade of her war axe connected with the joint in its forearm, cleaving the limb off and maiming it effectively. The clawed forearm fell to the deck as a pained screech erupted from the Dreugh. The large pincer that sprouted from its back drove into the wood between her feet seconds after she sprang to safety. Sevine whirled around, and drove the axe up into the joint of the foreleg, crippling the monster more so. She reclaimed the axe, a sickening [i]shlup![/i] resonated as she dislodged the weapon, causing the leg to buckle and falling limp. “Aye!” Her thoughts linked with her atronach, hands still glowing faintly of the conjuration spells duration. The lumbering atronach threw its ice spear of an arm back, the Dreugh facing it was ready for its attack, blocking the tip of the spike with a claw scraping against the ice - failing against the unyielding strength of the atronach. It was pushed off its spiny legs to the deck. Snowflake impaled the creature, Maj shouted to Sevine, “There’s your chance Sevine!” Sevine moved in for the kill, the familiar blood lust coursing through her veins as she charged into position. A primal scream reverberated throughout her body as she brought the axe down, the blade slicing through the clicking mandibles and splitting the head open. One more swing of her axe, and she had decapitated the crustacean monster, its body falling limp. Turning to face Maj, she spoke, “Onto the next one!” Their teamwork had paid off for the better, but the Venim siblings weren’t holding on well, she could see that they were losing ground fast, and if they could just reach them, they would have a fighting chance! Maj pointed Snowflake, they were splitting the monster’s attention but through the crush of bodies it wasn’t quite enough. Snowflake crushed its next target with the hammer of its arm and impaled another holding it in similar fashion for Sevine once again to make short work of its death. They pushed closer, within shouting distance of the dark elves. “We’re here! Just hang on!” Maj huddled closer to the back of her atronach, directing where she could keeping an eye out for imminent attacks whether that would be at the hands of their enemies or allies. The simplicity of the ice atronach attacks baffled Sevine, though she didn’t have time to ponder over it. Her focus centered on the Dreughs at hand. Together, Maj and her, plus the atronach were making short work of the remaining monsters, there were still far too many for the Venims to handle on their own. And that was when they heard Gustav’s orders to get the hell out of the way. Sevine’s footsteps faltered, she couldn’t leave them there… not like this. Maj and Sevine looked on in horror as a Dwemer bolt from the ballista sailed over their head, the bolt imploded on impact, consuming the immediate area around the werewolf, dreughs and their comrades in a blazing inferno. Sevine skidded to a stop, a gasp tore from her lungs as she reached out for Maj, her knees buckling from the sight. “Mara help us!” She bellowed, her eyes wide and mouth agape. Maj latched onto Sevine’s arm, their combined weight cutting Sevine’s forward momentum. Snowflake came skidding down to one knee - arms thrown around their bodies, Sevine and Maj roughly herded to safety. Flames blasted across the frost atronach back - violent drafts of steam erupted as the ice melted. Maj covered her head making herself small, Snowflake disappeared at the damage, successfully protecting the pair of women. Suddenly the chaos became muted, even the screams seemed to quiet. Warmth washed over them in healing light, it came in waves from one singular spot. Maj stood up straight shielding her eyes to see who was responsible, time seemed to slow. The figure of Wylendriel became clear as the spell dissipated. Maj felt it down to the marrow of her bones, a tug at the soul. “Not Mara.” Maj said, unable to tear her eyes away. “[i]Kynareth.[/i]”