Hero

The Shattering of Aegis

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Eila appreciated Ermes' curiosity towards her magic. There was something so earnest and wholesome about his sincere questioning that reminded her of the days were she always wanted an answer to everything. It lifted her spirits a touch, and she figured if they were going to be walking, it would make for good conversation. She was certain that while she may have been the least experienced she was likely the most educated of the group. Not that that helped her much in the fight, but she would have to make sure to better apply herself. Moping around and feeling sorry for herself was unproductive and just silly. They were all alive, she was the only one that got hurt, and they had a job to finish. Even if she was sure that she wouldn't make the cut, the polite thing to do would be to see things through to the end.

"Aether is the energy of magic, manifesting within the Aetherborn and granting them various magicks depending on their classification," Eila decided to explain. "I am a Physical Animas Aetherborn; Azaiza has blessed me with the ability to manipulate aether within living beings that carry aether within them. During my tenure at the academy, I specialized in healing, so patching up my leg was trivial as I have much experience manipulating my own aether."

She hoped her explanation was simple enough. She did sometimes ramble and was sure her eyes were green out of sheer happiness from getting to educate Ermes, but sometimes she was too used to speaking to peers that had the same experience. She wouldn't count the group as such, but she wasn't dismissive. On the contrary, everyone had done wonderfully during the battle.

Except her.

The elf focused on the path for the most part, doing her best to remain neutral. She somehow managed to hold back a groan as Cerric decided to discuss the day. For one, she'd argue that they were definitely aware of just how dangerous those creatures were. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, for one, and for another, even if they weren't out of the ordinary, wild wolves looking to snack on Esvelee's horse was still dangerous. That said, her eyebrows shot up as Cerric revealed that they were inflicted with rot. As far as she was aware, it wasn't a natural occurrence.

That thought felt heavy on her shoulders, but she didn't have much time to think on it as Cerric then turned his attention to her injuries. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, forcing herself to give a tight-lipped smile. Was he trying to frighten them? Unless the creatures had been licking her paws, she wasn't infected with anything! She stopped herself from letting out a laugh at the idea of the group putting her out her misery, but her eyes were practically burning red, smile growing as Cerric patted her shoulder. This man was either more foolish than she thought or purposefully trying to sow chaos amongst them!

The only thing she actually agreed with him on was their teamwork. But it was expected, wasn't it? They were strangers for the most part, and injuries were a given, weren't they? Unless he was hinting at her future unemployment. A depressing thought, but not entirely unexpected.

But first things first. Eila raised a hand, letting out a sigh. "You needn't worry about any possible infection, had I been afflicted, I would have noticed when I healed my injury," She decided to get that out of the way first in case Ceolfric was planning to off her in her sleep or something. She did, however, frown at Kyreth. "I had no idea you were a Primordial Aetherborn, Kyreth. I don't suppose you've had any guidance towards that, have you?"

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Court of Nuhl

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Ah, shit.

Lyra was very well aware that this mission wouldn't be easy, but come on, what were the odds of running into an Inquisitor? Didn't they say the dude was away? She let out a huff of irritation, raising an eyebrow when she was addressed. Well, she wasn't addressed, she was, yet again, talked about without actually being spoken to directly. Story of her life, but despite the annoyance, she was a little more concerned about his magic. She had plenty of experience fighting lightning mages--Eden always did give her a run for her money anytime they sparred--but this was probably the first time a lightning mage had an entire room tailored to him. So he leaked the info on purpose to get them here.

Before she could respond, though, she nearly yelped as the rescued--Roan had grabbed her shoulder. He was, understandably, panicked and unused to Quinn's magic. His plea for help came almost immediately as he dropped down. Holding back a sigh, she decided to respond. "Alright, you need to calm down a little or you're gonna get yourself fried," She told him as she got him up. "Focus on the now--this isn't the time to be asking, it's the time to be doing."

Speaking of which, she figured it was about time to make herself useful. She had to take Quinn's place to protect Roan considering Quinn was cut off, so now she was protecting Roan and playing support. First things first, help Donovan with the air mage. She couldn't use her fire without roasting him, and as tempting as the idea was, she didn't feel like explaining why she made such a 'rookie' mistake. Though, would it count towards her vampire total if it's friendly fire? Nelda probably wouldn't think so.

Lyra watched the air mage's chant. Ah, she could take care of that. "Nol!"

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Kyreth's words were barely heard, but just the sight of his hands was enough of a response. Great Goddess, he was lucky he hadn't burned his hands off! This wasn't the first time she had healed an errant fire Aetherborn's self-inflicted wounds, but she wished he had given her some warning of his element. She assumed it was likely earth or something as timid as him, but instead he had something quite dangerous. She had half a mind to offer a lecture on basic aetherial principles--they helped her out a lot when she first started, though she wasn't sure he was as academically interested.

Eila gingerly brushed his wrists up to his hands, guiding his aether up. She usually enjoyed watching skin repair itself--as morbid as wounds were, she still liked to watch her magic work--but as she heard Cerric, she held back a groan. She would much rather get to the root of whatever that thing was. What if it attacked them again? What if it was drawn to the cargo? What if they would encounter it again on their way back? Then what?

Ceolfric seemed to agree with Cerric, much to her surprise. Then again, it was probably the smart thing to do. She dropped her hands from Kyreth's, healing complete, and took in a deep breath to calm herself down. "Let us away," She said, though not before hastily taking Liliann's wrists in her hands--sunburn or not, she wasn't going to allow the poor thing to stay in pain. It was the one thing she was good for, anyway. Once finished, she released the girl, motioning towards the cart. She broke into a jog, figuring it was better to join Esvelee sooner than later.

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It was the Goddess herself that must have protected Kyreth. He was not burned to cinders as the cloak left him and the creature and left to...set the forest on fire. Oh dear, that could be bad. That must have been Liliann, bless her and her brilliance in the heat of the moment. Eila was ssurprised to see the fire put out rather quickly--so their lives were of little consequence to be lost but heavens forbid some plants get set on fire! The thought alone made Eila bristle. Kyreth could have died! Why didn't he help him?! But the poor child likely needed her help, and despite not being physically adept, she could help him in another way.

Of course, she was not only lacking in strength but also in awareness. A lifetime of being sheltered by city walls dulled her sense of safety, only for it to be torn down by the pain in her calf. She let out a squeak of shock, tripping over her own boots and landing on her knees. The pain had been sharp but it was nothing to the realization that she was a sitting duck. She looked at the wolf with wide eyes, the reality of the situation hitting her hard. She froze, body stiff as she watched the creature ready itself to attack her again. Her bow was already cracked, it wouldn't protect her neck a second time. She needed to move. But her legs refused--if anything, they clammed up further as she shrank back.

Ceolfric came and bashed the wolf aside. He made it look so easy. His comment was entirely dismissive but it still hit whatever pride she had. She lowered her gaze, fighting back tears prickling the corners of her eyes. She was sitting there scared like a child instead of being dependable.

Letting out a shaky breath, Eila did her best to collect herself properly. "Thank you," Eila said quietly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. She watched as Ermes' bandage wrapped itself around her leg, and she felt the shame creep up on her again. How humiliating. She placed her hand over the bandage, directing her aether to heal her wound. Ignoring the shaking of her legs, she forced herself to get up, ignoring the pair stabbing the wolf and walking over to Liliann and Kyreth.

"Are you alright?" She asked the pair. "You must have gotten burned. Show me, I can heal your injuries at the very least."

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Court of Nuhl

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No protests? Finally! Lyra would never admit it but it did give her a little confidence boost, especially as both vampires moved as needed. She was used to fighting with allied vampires, so their speed wasn't surprising. Instead, she made sure to take careful note of the room once the doors opened. Nothing looked particularly flammable aside from the people there, though her thoughts were interrupted by the scent of burnt flesh. Her heart dropped to her stomach--they were too late to save someone. Oddly, it spurred her into action, and she knew what she needed to do. Helping the vampires was out of the question for the moment--she'd just end up in the way with how they moved--and she focused on the survivors.

Quinn and Caspian focused on the remaining hostages, and Lyra figured she should do the same. Caspian had closed the gap while Quinn had pulled one of them--Roan, judging by the blue hair--to safety towards the mages. She hoped the guy wouldn't lose whatever lunch he might have had since she was dizzy just looking at him. She raised her hands, moving between him and Quinn with the intent on catching him. She wasn't exactly super strong, but she figured she could probably stop him.

"Oppolik!" She spoke her spell, forming a small wheel-sized shield against Roan's back. She figured it would help somewhat, except it was temporary, and once it was done, Roan still charged at her. She wished she could say she caught him with grace, but he came faster than expected and honestly the fact that she landed on her butt and not on her shoulder or back was already a miracle once he crashed into her. At least nothing was broken. Hopefully.

"Calm down and stay still. Quinn, watch the door, we're making enough noise I'm sure we're about to meet some reinforcements," Lyra spoke as she managed to get herself up, though she kept a tight grip on Roan's shirt. He was probably going to end up panicking and trying to get away, and if she was going to free him from his cuffs, she needed him to not move so she wouldn't end up accidentally burning him.

First things first: a shield to make sure she wouldn't get interrupted. "Endrelle." The square shield popped up around the duo, giving Lyra a little room to breath and look at the cuffs. She couldn't get them off without hurting Roan, but she could at least free him up to move. She quickly crawled over to Roan's legs, prioritizing the ability to run. She muttered to herself as a small shield popped up around his feet. Not that she would ever burn him on purpose, especially since Nelda would have her head if she ever did something that dumb, but better safe than sorry. "I'm gonna tell you again not to move--fire hurts."

She didn't bother waiting for a response, a flame blazing from her fingers and onto the chain. Focused solely on getting through as quickly as possible through what she thought would be the thinnest link, she made sure the metal molted before feeding the flame more to cut through it. Valafar would've been proud. Dismissing the shield from his legs, she hastily crawled over to Roan's back, pulling his arms back as much as she could without hurting him. It'd be uncomfortable, but she would be quick, and instead of mimicking her previous move she made sure to have two shields around both his hands. She repeated the process again, taking care to be more cautious this time and doing everything she could to make sure she wouldn't burn him.

"Okay, done," Lyra sighed in relief. "Careful, metal could still be hot."

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At least her clarification had clicked in everyone's heads, albeit the blank stares and lack of a response beforehand made her degree cry a little. Fortunately, it gave some much-needed direction to the group. She wished she could say she was relieved, but unfortunately, she neglected to give herself more space from the wolf. It missed once and didn't seem to want to make the same mistake again, the sting on her shin letting her know she was careless. But that was just the tip of the iceberg as Eila found her back meeting the ground, an aggressive wolf snapping at her. Somehow, it took longer than it should have to register the events. It had lunged at her, but for some reason, her mind didn't realize what it meant. Was it because she was scared? She wouldn't lie and say she wasn't, but it just happened so fast.

She greatly underestimated the creature, as even dead, it was stronger than she was. The sound of splintering wood made her realize much too late that it was aiming for her neck. Something so rudimentary slipped her mind, and it would've worked if she didn't switch to her dagger. It was still acting like an animal and wolves often aimed for the kill of any creature they hunted. Regardless of that kind of thinking, though, she was in trouble.

Once the reality of the situation came in, Eila was surprised she hadn't started screaming in terror yet. No, that was caught in her throat, her hands struggling to push the thing off of her. Curse her past self for skipping physical education, building some muscle would have proved useful! She seemed to find her voice as the wolf clawed at her, but fortunately, something seemed to muzzle it. Drawing in both of her legs, she gave it a solid kick with both feet, finally freeing herself. She nearly gagged at the stench of whatever that black stuff that it slobbered all over her was, wanting nothing more than to jump in a river.

The sudden warmth caught her attention as she got to her feet, and she let out a gasp as she watched what looked like a flaming wolf on top of the Tainted boy. "Kyreth!"

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Court of Nuhl

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Even when he agreed with her he had to make it snarky. In some way, Lyra thought this was probably some sort of punishment for her own dryness--she usually had no problem throwing back what she was given, but again, an argument here was counterproductive and she was trying to be a team player. At the very least, once they returned, she could tear him a new one. But she had a sneaking suspicion he wanted a reaction out of her. Welp, if they made it out alive with every hostage, she guessed that entertaining him would be a decent reward or something, so whatever.

She wrinkled her nose at their surroundings as they descended. Ugh, did the Empire really have to lean into the whole trope of bad morals meaning less upkeep for their facilities? She knew it was probably related to the inhumane torture methods, but didn't they have standards? At least Quinn's question had the gears in her head turning. While it was best not to make too much of a racket, she didn't think they'd be able to sneak up on the executioner. Not to mention there were probably guards somewhere, so it was just a matter of time before everyone knew they were there.

For once, however, she wasn't entirely worried about that. "We'll be charging in. Chadwick and Donovan can take the lead as the fastest and most capable of dodging lightning--if the executioner 'fries' people, it's either by fire or lightning, but I'm willing to bet its the latter," Despite being made fun of for overexplaining, Lyra ended up falling back into her habit. "I'll join in on the offensive. Caspian and Quinn can secure the hostages. I'm hoping our talented vampires can rip everyone to shreds before reinforcements pop up, so if they don't, then I'll pivot and Quinn and I can stall any reinforcements."

That seemed like a solid plan. At least, to her it did. "Caspian can also use his magic to see when reinforcements arrive, but I also want him looking for a clear path. There's no avoiding a fight, but the priority is the safety of the hostages since this is a rescue mission," She continued. She didn't think she had much more to say, but she couldn't help but add, "This way, Chadwick gets his head removal quota, we rescue our guys, and everyone's hunky-dory until the next disaster happens in the two minutes we get in there."

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This wasn't good at all. Dark magics were at work, unfriendly and dangerous to boot. The fact that there were multiple wolves was also very worrying. Necromancy was what it was called, if she recalled right. The absence of natural aether made the rotting bodies ideal to puppeteer, especially ones that had degraded so. Corpses made for attractive targets as no blows would injure them any further and they could move without worrying about any injuries in a fight like living creatures did. Horrifying stuff, really, and she would tut in disproval if the situation weren't so dire. Fortunately, this was a winnable fight.

She let out a tiny squeak of horror as one nearly nipped her leg, hastily draping her bow across her chest as her free hand withdraw her dagger from its holster. "Simple blows will do nothing, we must disrupt their aethric circuits to prevent the magic from further controlling them!" She called out, wondering if she was able to decapacitate the creature.

After a second, she realized they likely wouldn't understand. "If we destroy them fully or behead them, they'll be vanquished for good," She added. "They'll continue to be a threat otherwise!"

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Court of Nuhl

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Since when was making portals with water 'nothing'? Either Caspian was humble bragging or he didn't understand his own abilities. Lyra bit her tongue so she wouldn't retort, more focused on getting past the camera and debating whether or not she could safety throw herself down the stairs without injuring herself. She definitely felt lighter and her footsteps didn't make any noise, so she thought she could probably get away with it, but she might still end up making noise and ruining the whole 'element of surprise' thing they had going on.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as the elevator made noise. They hadn't been discovered--she was pretty sure she got past the camera fine and both Quinn and Caspian couldn't hug the wall more--but it was some bad timing. She threw her arm out to prevent any of them from getting closer as she gingerly approached the elevator doors. It wasn't a good idea, but she was pretty sure she could meld the doors shut before they opened up. She raised two fingers as a small fire formed at the tips, her other hand readying a protection spell that was just about to come out of her lips before she realized the elevator continued.

Welp, never mind that, then.

She blew the tiny fire out, though she'd be lying if she didn't say she wasn't relieved. Man, she really was on edge, she acted without thinking. At that point, Donovan decided to talk again, asking about frying a mage. Unless there was a giant vat of oil downstairs--and she really, really hoped they didn't--they were dealing with a lightning mage below. Good, she had plenty of experience fighting those. Her stomach turned a little at the idea of electrocuting mages, but she knew now wasn't the time to hesitate.

She didn't miss that Donovan was basically talking to her, but she wasn't going to let him get one over her again. "It means the execution's happening now, so we ignore whoever's in the elevator and keep on," Lyra said. "We have the advantage, so we're gonna rely on the element of surprise. Let's go."

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