To Heir is Human XVI-Playground Options

[jack cloudy]

Next one.

OOC: Maybe a bit unrealistic, but everyone makes mistakes at time. Big mistakes.

Flint Ironwood.

Flint threw down the bow with a growl of frustration. His remaining arrows joined the weapon a moment later.
,,Screw this! I'm too old to do this kind of stuff. I'm going to help with the retreat. Feel free to use these arrows." He spoke to no one in particular and made his way for the stairs.

He stopped at the bottom of the breach. So far, no snakemen had crawled over the pile of rubble yet. The Breton looked at the stacked bricks and then begun to climb. At the top, he could see the defenders who had fallen.
,,I wonder why they haven't stormed over the place yet. This close to the wall, the archers can't shoot at them." He thought to himself.

At the top, an unwelcome surprise awaited him. One moment, he was looking at the cloudcovered sky. The other, he was blinded by a red flash.
,,Aah!" Flint screamed as he tumbled backwards. Somehow, he managed to fire off a telekinetic blast on pure instinct that smashed the top off the improvised wall he'd been climbing. The old man groaned when he came to a halt at the bottom. He didn't feel well. His forehead was throbbing, his right hand felt as if it was on fire and his knees weren't doing much better either. And he still couldn't see. Something was running into his eyes, something warm and liquid.

He heard a hiss. He then heard the thunderclap of air moving to fill an irregular vacuum.
,,What was that?!" Flint thought. He had been unable to see the snakeman that had first attacked him at the top of the wall, then slithered after him as he fell, finally to be teleported away by Aleatoire. Or at least, partially. What was left wasn't in any condition to do anything. Flint heard a crack.
,,And what was that?" He mumbled and used his left hand to wipe the liquid out of his face. The pain had now almost ceased as he'd become numb to it. Now he could finally see again and he looked at the hand he'd used to wipe with. It was covered in blood.
,,Oh, crap."

He looked at his other hand. The mashed piece of flesh didn't look like it could be saved. Somehow, it looked a lot worse than it felt.
,,Ugh. I'm never ever going to climb a wall again during wartime." The Breton muttered as he staggered to his feet. The archers up on the wall were too busy holding back the enemy to notice what had happened. Flint wiped the blood from his face again.
,,Ok, legs hurt, but still functional. Right hand, not recognizable as a hand anymore. Head, big bump on the back, gash at the front. Glass got split like paper. Ugh...swordslash? Oh, this is not good." He thought.

He looked around him. There was something off to his right, with what looked like a formless lump of golden scales in the center. The end result of the Aleatoire's victim. Just beyond it, there were the fallen defenders, some of which had rolled down after he'd fired that telekinetic blast. One form he felt he recognized.
,,Green-Root....Damn...Damn you. You just had to do a heroic sacrifice, didn't you? Damn you. I hope you enjoyed your moment of glory." He spat. Another snakeman reached the top of the breach. Flint struck it down with a telekinetic needle without giving it any further thought. He then turned and began to move to the assembly point, leaning on the walls of the buildings he passed. He was beginning to feel lightheaded.
,,Not a good sign. The wall won't hold much longer once those snakes get enough people across to flank the archers. I should warn some melee-fighters." He knew. He felt oddly unconcerned, however.

This post has been edited by jack cloudy: Dec 21 2007, 09:17 PM

[jack cloudy]

Sinyaramen Fenasim, near Cloud Ruler.

The tap vanished as sudden as it had appeared. Sin held on to his cane tightly and braced himself for what was to come next.
"A concentration of Magicka of such proportions can't be without consequences. There will be a backlash, a reaction." He realized.

Flint Ironwood, army

Flint's mouth fell open as the great tower was cleaved from top to bottom.
"What the...?" He began to say but then the effects of the spell came roaring across the lake towards the refugees. Already it had diminished greatly in strenght, yet it was still at such a scale that it brought the lake's surface to near boiling point.
"Oh crap! DRAGON SKIN!" Flint called upon the barrier, but it did not come. The Magicka had been forcibly ripped out of him by the Silhouette's spell and in the heat of the moment, he'd completely forgotten.

The blast knocked him off his feet and sent him sliding across the path till he was stopped by the bushes which began to smoke from the intense heat. Fortunately however, the heat had diminished to the point where it no longer caused fire wherever it went.
"What...was that?"

Sinyaremen Fenasim, still the same place.

Magicka flowed back across the land. The Altmer cringed as the shockwave hit him, but also observed that the blast was quite weak. Obviously he was quite far from the epicenter.
"Well, and that was that. Quite an intriguing experience. Oh, the excitement makes my heart race." He said to himself and swiped the kicked-up dust from his clothes.


OOC: I'm just going to assume that the insane power-level difference between Flint and the trio at the IC meant that Veric and co could hang on to their Magicka. Or maybe they were just that close to the Sil that they could tap into the big concentration of Magicka.