[color=82ca9d]Dag’Tyr nodded, using the man’s own quill to quickly pen down a couple of scribbles to add to his notes for later. He continued listening as Jerald started to answer his other question.
Tucking the note away his eyes returned to the two as well.[/color]
[color=00a651]“The world has grown into a dark place indeed, young bern such as them shouldn’t be forced to such a harsh and unforgiving life…”[/color] [color=82ca9d]He stated.[/color] [color=00a651]“They certainly make for an unusual pair…”[/color] [color=82ca9d]Dag’Tyr allowed his thoughts to wander.
To days long past when he was but a small lad, when his father would sit him down on his knee and tell the tall tales of powerful warriors of old, of the battlemaidens and the powerful curses of the Hagwrens. 
He was ripped from his own thoughts however when the cry of horns and trumpets broke the silence. 
Dag’Tyr watched chaos and panic follow suit. With Jerald acting rapidly offering his shop as refuge for those without shelter from…from whatever was coming.
His eyes darted again at the girl, watching her with a nervous worry, before he heard the horrifying wails of the swarm.
He pushed himself to the front of the open door, watching as a massive swarm of Tralaya descended from the sky down upon the city breaking itself into groups of smaller swarms. The horrible wails echoed through the air as they communicated with one another. Having set their sights upon those unfortunate enough who were not able to find shelter in time.
Instantly Dag’Tyr’s worry returned to the girl and the cub and without truly realizing what he was doing, his body moved instinctually, sprinting out onto the street in an attempt to reach them.
As he heard the triumphant cries of the flock eager for a tasty morsel he watched the bastards go for the girl, with the poor cub at her side ready to defend her, hackles and spines raised in defiance. 
With a shout he let out a thundering roar. 
His right arm shot forward, his index and middle finger outstretched pointing at the swarm.[/color]
[color=00a651]“SKYRLEITA!” [/color]
[color=82ca9d]Instantly, the ink on the skin of his arm as well as his eyes began to glow bright with a searing golden light. The runic tattoo on his arm that held the spell shone even clearer as the word formed surrounding the hand turning into a large flaming ring  and shot forth from Dag’Tyr to where his fingers were pointing.
As the swarm approached the children, the ring collided with the leading bird(s), engulfing them in a flashing beam of white golden light.
This gave Dag’Tyr enough time to clear the distance and put himself in front of the two.[/color]
[color=00a651]“RUN! To the Apothecary!”[/color] [color=82ca9d]He roared, brooking no refusal as he attempted to shield them from the oncoming swarm. When they didn’t move fast enough to his liking his voice thundered again in fury.[/color]
[color=00a651]“WILL YOU MOVE?!”[/color] [color=82ca9d]Digging his feet in, intending to make a stand and give the young ones time by being the distraction.[/color]

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[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/23476[/url]
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