Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 6, 2011 17:36:39 GMT -5
Daenien glanced to the soldiers. "What's in those fire bottles?"
He shrugged in response to Zane's comment. "I don't know about you, but I think that the myths exagerate the, ah, lethality of this creature. It might be a bear or bore or something, or maybe a monster, but..." he shrugged. "If it is as deadly as they say I'll drink some of that dandelion crap that store is selling." He grinned slightly, watching Jehricho fight. He couldn't help at this point, unless the Whiters turned their backs to him, because he'd be seen before he got close enough to deal with them.
A guard came up behind Daenien, "The doctor makes these mate, not sure what he puts in em but its not oil, it burns a little more and sticks to things. Doesn't spread as much as oil does when it breaks though, but we needed something like this for the damned Whiters, make sure they're burned real good and all."
Jericho hits the damn bottle in the air and his blade lights up, but not just it though, a little of the aforementioned substance catches on Jericho's arm as well and a few flame spots can be seen up his sword arm and shoulder.
At the same time the last group of Whiters began to group around the Dragon...
"The 'ell is it doin?!" said George who frantically ran to his wagon to fetch a bucket of water and would then run towards Jericho.
Fred in the meantime came up to Skul, a bit wary of the animated skeleton but he did help, "I know you're dead an all mate but you don't look so good, why not sit back in the wagon eh?"
Last Edit: Aug 6, 2011 18:01:43 GMT -5 by Serenity
Jericho Roars and charges in, as much to attack the whiter as to get away from the damn water bucket. He dives into the crowd of whiters, slashing every which way with his now flaming sword. Hopefully the flames on his arm catch some of the whiters too.
"We shall see. I for one don't like to over or under estimate my foes. At any rate, I hope that Jericho will be okay... He seems to be in a bit of a bind."
Okie Skul, one thing I wanted to mention. Per magic rules, you have to have access to the element you are using. Purple fire is fine, but you have to have raw fire around you somewhere. There should be no penalty for such an error, new system.
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 6, 2011 22:13:09 GMT -5
Daenien shrugged. "A bear's not exactly something to sniff at either, mate. But I guess you're right." He glanced at Jericho. "He seems to have it mostly under control. He just has t' hope that he doesn't get burned up before he's finished."
The wild swings of the flaming dragon scorched the flesh of the pale monsters. Jericho's sword cut through them like butter it seemed and the flames would continue to burn them even after they had been sliced in two or more.
The dragon took care of them just before a shower of cold, dirty water washed over him. George stood there, panting from exhaustion holding the bucked while he caught his breath. Both he and Fred were not masters, so they exerted their use of fire magic.
The mist began to clear now, the road and forest around the group could be seen now.
"Bloody Whiters mate," "Bloody Whiters..."
George looked over to Zane, "Right then, back on the wagon."
The guard went back into the barracks and tended to their own wounds, one of which went back to check on his friend whom Zane healed.
The group would get on the wagon once more and continue their journey to the town which was not much further now.
Skul straightened his hat and decided to walk alongside the wagon, hands in his pockets. He thought it may be in his best interests to ask what the the hell those things were, but he didn't care very much. Mostly here was here to pass the time.
He looked back at the smouldering pile of corpses. He needed a smoke, he thought, and then wondered why he'd thought it.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.