[table][row][center][h3]Artemisia[/h3]
[i][b]Alymere Fort Exterior[/b][/i][/center][/row][cell]

In a matter of moments the battle turned intense. A swordfighter burst past Artemisia to take up his proper place in the frontlines, drawing her annoyed glance for a moment. If he and the others like him advanced when they were supposed to, she wouldn't be in this mess. Her gaze drifted back to the enemy archers just in time for her to watch in satisfaction as a friendly mage -on second look, the prince himself- finished off her attacker. With the melee fighters on the offense, she could focus on the ranged threat, namely the other brigand nocking an arrow at Hadrick and Kyran. 

Watching him, Artemisia wondered with some amazement why he would focus on the melee fighters after his buddy just went down to a volley of magic, but she wasn't complaining. A volatile black particle cluster roiled to life in her hand, ready to strike him down. However, the brigand found himself waylaid the next moment by none other than Trace, who'd managed to close the distance on foot. Why he would be on the ground rather than the fort's perimeter wall was anyone's guess, but the dolt would surely be paying for his botched position with his life. Still, with her lancer acquaintance in close quarters, her Flux might blast him into the afterlife too, and that would be no way to repay him for keeping her secret. Instead, she used her allies' advance to move forward herself, seeking another opportunity. Only one other foe remained now, a tough-looking swordsman, but one man could not possible withstand the half-dozen now bearing down on him. Friendly fire made jumping into that fight a troublesome prospect too. The others might conceivably forgive her for [i]being[/i] a dark mage, but if she accidentally wounded someone? No way. Once the mercenary fell, all that remained was the fort behind him. Artemisia suppressed the urge to hurl her Flux at the stone wall, since however good it would feel it would probably not blow apart the masonry. A quick look around confirmed a door to the north, and around the corner to the south probably lay the main entrance. Which way should she go?

Her search turned up an answer. There was a window in the side of the fort, little more than a slit for archers to shoot out of. And speak of the devil, she could see movement through it now. With a grin, Artemisia raised her hand, took aim, and hurled her Flux at the aperture. Any rats would need to think twice about poking out of their holes. That left everyone free to head either north or south as it suited them, so long as that mercenary bit the dust and Trace's archer went down easy.[/cell]

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Status: [color=lawngreen]Embattled[/color]
[/center][u]Class:[/u] Occultist
[u]Inv:[/u] Vulnerary, Book of Secrets
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