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Into the Shadow

Roland fell over the lone Dark Elf as he focused on Iseldis, cutting the warrior across the back in a vain attempt at finishing the fight early. The Dark Elf's armor held strong, though, and he turned to hack at Roland in a flurry of blows that had the squire backpedaling. The Elf had a way of moving that was sinuous and unnerving, even though Roland could tell it was enraged and sloppy after the death of its comrades.

It was at that point Iseldis was attacked by the Witch, and Roland felt like reality had slapped him across the face. They were so close to fleeing! This witch appears out of the darkness like a demon that continues to haunt them! A scimitar nicked his face suddenly, wet blotting his cheek as he kicked out on instinct. His heavy boot hit the Dark Elf in the chest and sent it back a few steps, and he needed to press the sudden room he had or he'd lose it again.

He stabbed forward quickly, causing the Dark Elf to backpedal once more, and his next thrust was turned aside by both blades of his foe in a perfect block. He continued to run forward though, using his muscled bulk to bowl his opponent over. He received a welt on his forehead for his trouble from a hit with a scimitar hilt, and the Dark Elf leaped over the next table to keep himself from being pinned down.

Roland thought quickly, and realized something he could do to use the Dark Elf's agility against him. He kicked out again, shoving the table the Dark Elf vaulted over toward him like a ramming bull. The Elf leapt nimbly above the sliding table, right into the path of Roland's swung sword. The Dark Elf almost impossibly had the reaction time to leap up once more, but then he found himself at the mercy of the air and gravity.

Roland's sword pierced the Dark Elf's belly as he descended, black blood spilling onto Roland's face. "Eruvar take you, filth." He breathed, and slid the corpse off his sword as he turned. His mind screamed that he should have focused on helping Iseldis, and seeing her crumpled form brought a rage in him much like his dead opponent had. Fortunately for Roland, the Witch didn't know he was coming. His sword took out three of her spidery legs for her own lack of focus.

The Dark Elf Witch cried out hoarsely, and she knocked him back with a spasm of another spider leg. "Oh, you seek to save your precious princess yes? The wandering, lonely little human who thinks himself a Knight?" She spat, enveloping him in a spell of shadow lightning that lifted him off the ground. "I will show you just how misplaced your affections and loyalty are, boy!" He luckily couldn't hear her. He was screaming too loud.
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Warhammer Fantasy: From Small Beginnings...

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Warhammer Fantasy: From Small Beginnings...

The man's words of Elves would ring in Burundi's ears until they hit the road. The Elgi were nothing to laugh at or take lightly, for they had broken every oath they had ever made with the Dawi, and sent hundreds of thousands of them to their dooms. Only the Grobi and Skaven, and the leech-like Vampires had more serious grudges in the Damaz-Kron. Something Burundi nor any Dwarf would ever forget.

But he let it go when he saw young Johann at the car, awaiting them. The Dwarf wasn't mirthless earlier, but it was still a very large smile that crossed his face when he saw the young one. That is, until he realized that this might mean that he was to be put in danger. Burundi insisted upon taking Blunderbuss, as it was called. Sitting up front with the young one to keep watch, his crossbow in his hands.

If anyone in the group were to question the young one, they'd need to speak to the Dwarf as well. Contestation on the boy's loyalties wouldn't be tolerated, as far as Burundi was concerned. He still didn't consider him a close friend, but he had been honorable enough to a stranger that needed to hitch on his wagon, and so he would be honorable in turn.

It was another pleasant surprise, when the Halfling appeared as if by some strange magic to offer him a proper Dwarfen treat! He wasn't expecting such a thing in any lands ruled by Men! "Ack! Thank ye, lad. You do me belly well, by my beard." He stated, and began to chew gingerly on the fine meal. As the others approached, he didn't hide his chewing, but he did attempt to keep his beard clean at least.

This day would prove fortuitous, if it brought not only such a meal, but a chance for gold as well. The payment in his purse from earlier was already nearly as good as a pint of bugmans.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Within the Castle

Balidvar placed his foot atop a fallen piece of scaffolding timber and pushed. The motion caused the thing to tumble audibly, but it revealed more of the same. Nothing but debris and tattered cloth. Perhaps a weapon or two. A sword, or maybe a single handed axe with a slight hint of rust. The courtyard itself was a mess, and it gave no sign of life other than a cat that scrambled across the space as quickly and nimbly as if it were itself a Witcher.

Meanwhile, Avery and Renar were feeling the atmosphere quite differently than most. There was a faint rift in the air, drawn by more lifeforce than the feline could have obtained, unless it was a polymorphed cat and no magics in the air suggested it. Which meant there was, or had been a larger creature within the walls at some point recently. Of course, the gate had been open and the forest was likely teaming with animals. But this felt somewhat queer, and a concern Avery would have would be confirmed when Renar found a knapsack atop a barrel, with fresh fruit and jerky within. But even a human couldn't make such a mark on the area, despite the find.

Little good it did, for Balidvar and Nadia across the courtyard behind further wreckage. Eyes from the shadows watched them, and Nadia would hear a slight whimper that she would note would be closer to where they had come from rather than where they were going. If she turned, she would see a skinny man in a cloak and vagabond leathers, who, no sooner had her eyes fallen on him, that he let out a wail and rushed at Balidvar, knife raised in the air.

Meanwhile, the stables were rank with decay and rot. Even the wood that held the walls up seemed tired, but a powerful stench would draw Morgan in further. It was a smell he had likely smelled before, and it was not just because he had been around quite a bit of shit. It was shit that had a peculiar hideousness to it, as if it was blood mixed with distinct venom...mixed with further shit. There was no doubt it was a type of Ornithosaur.

Further in the keep, within the first hall, Aidann discovered another smell with his keen senses. Though this smell was something any man or woman learned in combat or hardship would know well. Two doors down the hall it came from, and as the Witcher approached he would see his fears given life. Perhaps that would be the incorrect term to use, for he found a corpse that had been torn open from neck to navel, still wet with blood. The bones had been shattered as if by a beak, and claw marks raked the man (who was likely a highwayman's) skin.

Without the Castle

A few of the soldiers looked at Tyrvariel as if he were either a pest or a manman, while the others seemed to hesitate while seeing the reasoning in his words. Jurga looked between Tyrvariel and his men, and then suddenly barked an "Aye! You heard the man! Er, elf. Get to it lads, or we'll be eating you for when our bellies rumble!" He smacked one of the guards in the back, and all of them began to scramble until he halted three of them to keep a watch over the cooks, engineers, workmen, and the like. Tyrvariel would find himself being volunteered to locating a fresh water source. But where to begin? Obvious castles were build beside them, but was it east or west?

Alan did a fine job with his austere manner to keep the workers from pulling out pipes, but one of the cooks had already begun a small fire to make what stew they had left. It was closer to the fortress, however, and they kept the smoke houses as best they could. It was obvious it was not the cook's fault when a wolf howled in the distance, and another howled far closer from the east.

Alicia was still as safe as one could be, beside Alan as she searched the tree line for what she could find. It took a great deal of inspection, and she found what she knew to be two helpings of Balisse fruit, and to her delight she found a stalk of Wolf's Bane. Perhaps these could help the Witchers and the cooks, or even herself if she wished to? As she marveled at her finding, she could see a pair of yellow eyes a dozen meters away. It was what Alan had heard. A large black wolf, approaching cautiously.

As it stalked forward, one slow moment at a time, it snarled. The noise sounded like a shovel scraped across too much gravel, and its gaze was fixed upon Alicia.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Don't you use your logic on me...

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Hey everyone, I didn't realize I would have a complete lack of sleep today so if I were to post today (Tuesday) it would be sub-optimal, but you will get a Wednesday post!