Zane sits up and moves closer to Skully, and then nudges him in a rib
"Hey, mind if I hang out with you? I'm not very strong, so I wouldn't really want to be dragged off. A doctor's no good to anybody if he gets beaten up. Besides, I can splint your bones if you get busted up."
Zane then turns to Skully and grins quite widely, as though he thought the whole situation was quite funny
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 5, 2011 2:31:12 GMT -5
Daenien grinned slightly, though not at anything the others had said. He'd just pulled out his switchblade, and was now flicking it open and closed, making a light 'snick' each time. He wanted to be ready for whatever it was that they were hunting here. He most likely wouldn't be any good at a frontral assault, but he was good at sneaking. He'd get behind the target and find a weak point fromt there...
The driver who doesn't have a family looks back, "No need mate, this sort of thing 'appens all the time. Just sit yer bony ass down and relax."
"There it is George," Fred the family man Turner said pointing just up ahead.
"Good eye mate,"
Though it was barely visible, an outline could be seen within the thickness of the fog. It could ever so slightly be heard as it approached the paced wagon.
With a snap of his fingers, George lit his hand on fire and threw the bold straight ahead. It splashed against a wall in the mist, and a blazing figure could be seen. It yelled a crude voice in agony and the creature dropped to the ground suddenly. The horses were in a slight panic but calmed down after the thing fell, as if used to the scenario already.
"Nice shot there George!" "Thank you Fred!"
George turned back to his passengers, "There's a reason we were chosen to pick you all up now!"
With a grin on his face he urged his horses to move faster. Fred then turned back,
"We're not out of the wood yet though, when there's fog, there's Whiters."
They rode fast, the horses dare not looking back. The group could see a high wooden wall now, a checkpoint with its gates opening as the group rode past. George calls out to the guard,
" 'as there been anoter raid?"
The checkpoint was a high wooden gate about 10 feet tall that simply stretched across the wide road, the passengers in the wagon were behind it open gate where they could see a small wooden bunker on one end, filled with a few poorly armed guards. One in particular didn't look so good.
The guard at the gate looked down the road and readied his weapon, the wagon drivers could see why. Within the thickness of the fog the red glints of the creatures could be seen. Their eyes sparkled fiercely and they're being faceless one couldn't tell the number of them. The guard post was about to be attacked.
"We may need to stop here for a bit George..." "You may be right Fred."
George looked back at Skul, "So 'ow bout you 'elpin us now aye?"
Zane shakes his head at Skully, and then hops off the cart and goes over to the guards, looking at them carefully, paying special attention to the one who didn't look so hot.
"My good men, I'm a doctor, and I can help heal you if you need it. You don't look to hot, sir, is there anything I can do to help? I'm mainly skilled in the mundane healing arts, but can perform a small amount of healing majick..."
George answered Jericho's question, "Whiters mate, its like you weren' listenin'."
The mist began to dissipate a little before the gate and the group could now make out at least 10, perhaps 15 pale human like creatures. They weren't animated dead, or so it seemed as they stood up right and wore straight faces. They only thing that wasn't right aside from their skin was their near glowing red eyes.
They began to walk toward Skul, almost as if not perceiving him a threat, but showed great attention to everyone else. They slowly went into a run and charged the front gate.
The guards in the bunker don't give much mind to Zane, but notice him take special notice of their friend in arms.
"I don't look hot? You been in that wagon with George too long friend..."
The man began to cough violently afterward, spewing out a little blood.
"The Whiters came here before you arrived, we had to hold them off from this checkpoint, we nearly ran out of fire bottles. Our friend here got himself a cut in the leg."
The soldier went over to his friend's bed side and removed the bandages from his unarmored leg. It was a large and deep wound indeed, and it had already begun to fester.
The checkpoint was simply a gate though, and didn't fortify a section of the road all around, the area was exposed.
Jericho could hear and see some movement around the group. Coming out of the trees was a long pale women charging straight at him as if aiming to knock him down.
No. Skul spread his arms, spraying flame along the ground to cross the road. The flame shrunk as it did so, becoming no more than a few wisps at the end.
Let's try something else, shall we?
He took a step forward, his hands curling into claws, as if dragging the lines of fire , holding them straight out to his sides. Unfortunately this left his front unprotected, but if they ran away or faced him one on one it would be better than the injured in the fort.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Zane's eyes widen and he moves over to then man quickly. Placing his hands well on either side of the wound, he studies it quickly
"This isn't good. We'll have to act fast to save him. First things first, in order to have to best chance of saving his life, you men must swear on your honor to not question my method or anything I ask you to do. Know that it is all in order to save this man's life."
Zane then looks the injured man in the face
"My friend, I give you the choice. I can try one of two things to save you. The one most likely to let you live would be to remove your legs above the wound. The other is try to just cut a section of flesh out from around the wound and try to use white magic to regrow it all. What would you have me do?"
As he waits for the man to make his decision, Zane turns to one of the guards.
"If he decides to have me remove his leg above the wound, then it is up to you to cut it off. I am no swordsman, and lack the skill to remove a leg fast enough. If he decides that is the option, do it immediately, with no hesitation, and your friend might just live to see another day."
Jericho drew his sword and leaped off the wagon. He made a large sweeping strike at the woman's midriff, looking to cleave her in two. He roared a deep, from-the-gut roar that had he been an anthro-dragon he would have breathed fire with.
Jericho's blade met the neck joint of the woman and managed to push his blade far into her, nearly splitting her apart. No blood erupted from her though and she fell neatly to the ground.
However, that seemed to be the bait as now Jericho would face a mob of these things himself. Five more of the white devils came out of the trees and charged at him with raised arms with clenching fists, as if wanting to tear him apart. The first of which took a leap at him, followed by its kin.
The man looked up at Zane wearily as if he knew this was coming anyway. It didn't take long for him answer though,
"Use the majick, try to fix it if you can, I can't be a soldier without my leg."
The other men weren't phased by Zane's requests, as soldiers fighting countless battles against these creatures they knew all to well of loss and of what needs to be done.
The mob heading straight for Skul stopped for a moment to examine his maneuver. They still seemed to have no interest in attacking Skul but they weren't going to walk through fire either. The group dispersed and decided to go into the trees and around the wall to join the group that was already attacking Jericho.
Skul sighed a bit and swung the streams of fire around and into the path of the Whiters, downward from an angle, the purple flame hissing but not burning anything other than what he intended. After it hit the ground and sputtered out, he pointed at whatever ones remained with two of his fingers and a burst of flame jolted out into the retreating monsters.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Jericho took his blade from the womans body and came down in an overhead swing upon the leaping attacker. He then drew his to daggers to make sure he could defend himself while his sword was in the skull of the body at his feet. He started slashing at every white body that wasn't his, going for vital points that usually worked on normal humans, but these beings didn't bleed. He then decided to go for the heads. He flipped one dagger over in his hand and stabbed downward into the skull of one being, dropping it dead. he slashed at another while he bent down to pick up his sword.
Hey Skul, can you use that spell on my sword?
Jericho heard the men talking about using fire bottles and thought fire would be a good help. While he was talking one of the Whiters tried to bite his arm, but couldn't get through his scales.The pressure of the bite would give him a bruise later though, were it not for the bluntness of human teeth, a chunk would have been taken out of his arm.