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South-East of Fort Dragonfall Time: 11:00 a.m Tracks. None like he had ever seen before however. They appeared to be widely segregated holes in the ground- odd for any quadrupedal animal. That is, if whatever made them was even quadrupedal in the first place.
Information of what Grant was supposed to be on the look out for seemed rather elusive. On his return from Windmire to his destination, he had heard of travellers vanishing along the roads nearby Fort Dragonfall. Whether the culprit were ghosts, skeletal wyverns or even a band of intelligent faceless- any sort of word he got from the locals came in twisted superstitious tales. Discarded easily by the butler of course.
The route he planned demanded that he come through the fort either way to restock on supplies before continuing on, that much he already had done. Nevertheless if the opportunity to prevent more lives from being lost, innocent or not, he would at least investigate what kind of danger the situation possessed for them.
As expected by him, the marks lead into the forest neither too far from the path as well. Yet, as he travelled deeper and deeper into the woods, fauna became less and less prevalent. Most of the area had at least the occasional deer which dashed away from him when he came close. Then, the prints ceased.
Just ahead of him was a large crack in the ground leading into the dark of a cave. A stringy white substance covering most, if not all, of the place could be compared to a bed of sorts.
Inspecting the substance would at least some way to prompt his investigation, though he did not want to touch it in the slightest. He sighed, drawing one of his two bronze daggers as he kneeled to plunge lightly at the edge of the material. Upon raising the blade, it stretched with mild hesitation. A tough mass, but he could easily pull away his weapon from it. It did not stick.
There he knelt and there he stayed. His eyes squinted in suspicion of the cavern. The thing, or maybe even ‘things’, that resided inside might have made the area it’s nest. Considering the lack of animals in the vicinity, he could assume one of two things: the area’s flora could not sustain a large population or was inedible, or the creature that lived in this nest was of a predatory variant. . .
. . . And it was expanding it’s hunting ground.
His dagger was sheathed and he crouched low. Caution was always required when against the unknown, lest anyone wished to lose their life.
Five-three. The skeletal fort watched from distant grounds. Bright golden hair. The grim combination of stone and marrow stood as an ever-present reminder that Nohr was watching. Vibrant blue eyes. Dahlia Gorden, Maren's herbalist and aspiring doctor, was thought to have taken this road in search of medicinal herbs. She lived a high stress lifestyle, had no known enemies or lovers, and most important of all, had been missing for five days.
Serena Leigh followed the unmistakable tail of wagon wheels. Boot prints seemed to follow. Their steady pace had burst around particularly dense foliage. Sporadic prints danced about, leaving two impressions in uneven grounds. Someone ran and someone fought. Neither escaped. A distinct set of inhuman tracks sprinkled their confusion. The wagon was nowhere to be seen and sporadic streaks pressed down the path.
The glacial scout glanced right. Bruised trees, disturbed bushes. The inhuman struck eastward, fleeing further from civilization. It was an ambush. A gloved hand sought the ratty bow draped over her ebony back. Two arrows followed. She notched one, while the other rested between thin fingers. The fort watched her break from the road.
The already quiet world fell silent, ushering unnerving isolation with it. How different being alone felt without a comforting layer of frost. Tracks turned illusive. They bound between bushes, curved around trees, and sometimes vanished all together. It was the drag marks that kept Serena on their trail. The inhuman were retreating with their meal. It was a clear sign of a nest. She stepped lighter as the trail broke. A break in the ground revealed her destination.
A broken caravan with signs of a struggle, bestial prints added for that extra layer of danger. Dahlia was said to have been traveling alone. Plain and simple, she was dead. Continuing would be pointless. Serena was paid to find out what happened, not vanquish monsters. The ever loving kingdom could deal with it. Gray eyes turned over her shoulder. The for was gone. Trees rose above her, hiding this spot from Nohr's blanketing oppression.
A new sense of urgency urged her away, however a would-be hero stumbled through. He examined the break with cautious curiosity. Serena broke from flimsy cover. Her gloved hand fell low. Her splintered weapon followed. “Whatever's in there is dangerous.” She warned. “A caravan was ambushed just west of here. If a group of people couldn't stop them, I don't think a dagger will.”
“Hrm?” Grant stood and turned only to find an archer of sorts. One attempting to notify him of the peril that the place posed to him no less.
Underestimation of his capabilities was an action well acquainted by the butler. On that basis, this scenario was similar, yet wholly unfamiliar. Usually, he was underestimated by opponents who formerly thought they could best him without a single scratch in their armour. After which they obtained a great deal more than a mere scratch. Conversely, her warning did not sound overly rude- at least not rude enough to warrant an insult by his standards.
Then again, he had no idea who she was. As priorly stated- caution was always required when against the unknown. She could have been the one, or one of many, behind this mess for all he knew. Grant would have liked to give her the benefit of the doubt and proclaim her unsuspicious. However, he had not even seen anyone else for miles. The current suspicions he had were simply stacked far too much against her.
Thus, he would give her the benefit of the doubt. The one which concerned the use of his daggers to be null, that is.
“Simply passing by, Madam.” His right palm raised over his chest while his back came to an incline for a momentary bow. Of course, that was his original intention, but he had no reason to share his motives. “I do hope that I am of no disturbance to any business that you might have.”
One step at a time. “And if I may be so impudent as to ask- may I follow you for the time being?” Grant’s own gaze met hers. She might not have posed any threat to him for the time being, but he was unaware of it. “You do seem to be armed rather well.”
He lifted his hand from his chest in a wave before allowing it to descend to his side. “My safety is questionable at best in an area where ambushes occur.” A reasonable statement given that she presumably did not know who he was. He could never be too sure- he did manage to turn in two bounties, alive with minimal injuries no less.
As per the status quo, he awaited her answer. Lying was an activity he did not enjoy in the slightest. As a result he did his best in attempting to avoid telling any.
“Passing by?” She finally asked. Disconnected words came unusually late. Serena wasn't entirely sure how long the silence between them lasted, or why she had waited so long to reply. It didn't matter. Whatever she was waiting for was apparently never going to come. However, life wouldn't wait and the world wasn't going to be as still as her. Dahlia was still missing, Ethan was off gallivanting, and the man in front of her patiently waited for her to say something.
“You seem a bit more, savory. Than most people, so I'm guessing you've heard about the other passerby missing?”
A fancy vest, white shit. Unusual hat. And armed with an ornate looking weapon. Telling signs of a man from money, perhaps one with a missing child or lover. How brave of him to be searching out here alone. Bravery, mixed with a well-meaning foolishness usually got people killed.
“Disturbance?” The Glacial scout parroted. “If anyone's being disturbed it's you. You seem a bit more interested than someone just passing by, unless you have a strange fascination with crevices. In which, let me tell you, nothing good ever comes from dark holes in the earth.”
Serena scoffed. “You see my bow and still want to follow me?”
She sighed. “Look, I've been tracking something. I don't know what it is, but I'm pretty sure it's in there.” Her naked arm rose towards the hole. “I'm not on any sort of business. Not anymore. Whatever's going on down there isn't my responsibility. I'm heading back to town.” Her bow pointed back towards the wood. “You're free to come with me, but we're not meandering. I don't like what I see here and I'd love to be anywhere else before nightfall.”
Serena mentioning another person missing was all the motivation he required to push forward with his investigation. He was about to do so either way, but this newfound information only gave him another reason to go further. The only matter was left for him to attend to was the person standing right before him.
Hardly anything he could have said would easily prompt her to leave. To the butler, she did not seem like the type of person to give up upon a subject easily- what with her no nonsense attitude. A taunt might would obviously result in an arrow being planted into his being, that or a melee attack. In either case, they were unwelcome to him.
Conclusively, he decided to portray himself as he did earlier. Not many would want to be involved with the shenanigans of a righteous weakling after all. Perhaps that might ward her off.
“Then I suppose this is where we part ways, Madam.” The ‘fool’ held up both his palms at shoulder height with a shrug, shaking his head. A more melodramatic act could potentially disgust her.
“For you see, I refuse to leave this area so long as there is the most meager of a chance that within that very cave. . .” Grant lifted an arm over his forehead, swooning as he pointed at the darkness using the finger on his other hand. “. . . I shall find those who have been abducted by their daily routines- dead or alive.”
Grant felt as much of an idiot as he purposefully made himself out to be. A quick end would do.
“On that note, I shall bid you farewell, stranger.” With a heavy sigh, he began his descent into the crack before heading towards the hole. “Wish me luck.”
"You can't. Be serious." Gray eyes dulled and her lips pressed flat. It was a look primarily given to her idiot brother. However, it served against some suicidal noble. However Serena realized she couldn't judge him. Armed with little more than a bow, undying commitment, and what little knowledge she had, stormed off on a foolish crusade of her own. Her head cocked for a second. Blue strands swayed with its movement. Her view of herself and the man in front of her changed. There were somethings one must do alone and dying was one of them.
"Yeah." The glacial scout said as he climbed into his grave. "Good luck."
Serena turned away. The road waited not far through the woods and someplace off in the distance, the castle was looking for her. There was a certain peace in being hidden from Nohr. Its crushing oppression couldn't beat whatever beast called this corner its domain and here she was, sending one more man to his death. Was she any better than they were?
In truth, it didn't matter. Morals were useless. His life meant little against those she was trying to protect. She couldn't be a hero, not with what she was out to do. People like her couldn't be heroes. Serena knew, as hard as it was to admit, she was Ethan's villain and that's what made her Nohr's most dangerous weapon in his apprehension. She was family.
She paced through the forest in grim thought. Her surroundings blurred together. Drastic shades of green were broken by streaks of white. They broke Serena back to a new, dangerous reality as they darted by. Her bow shot up as two of the largest spiders she had ever seen revealed themselves. The seeker lost all nerve. Her arrow raced through the air, drilling into a tree. She pulled a second projectile when the hissing Bael leaped. Serena fell to her back and rolled onto her knees. Two surprisingly swift enemies chased her deeper into their domain.
Another arrow readied, she jumped at a tree and pushed off. She broke the forest line and spun. Her shot came steadier. One beast fell. Unnatural blood seeped from the arrow in its skull. Serena knocked another bolt. She turned to fire as the spider pounced. Her bow found its mark and the beast's carcass landed on her. Crushing weight dropped her through the hole. She landed on her back with a short scream.
At long last the quietness of his solitude returned. His interest in conversation had been decreasing by the second due to how much he had to give off an idiotic impression. Albeit he did not mind having someone to watch his back as he delved into the unknown, she was just as much at risk of losing her own life. In his own hindsight, it was ironic how his scheme involved persuading her to care less about him while she warned him to stay away from the cave. All in all, the fact that he was the one that would be endangered by this quest gave him a slight moment of relief.
Contemplation in solitude- broken away by the sound of skittering. Yet, there seemed to be nothing in the hole. Pivoting on his heel brought his gaze to meet the archer once again. A hunter she was- her attitude proclaimed it. Nevertheless, that could not and at the same time would not prevent her from being hunted. The den was empty so far. Nothing had greeted them. That fact alone unnerved him. If there was the chance of something ambushing her, he could not risk it. He followed along.
Of course, a distance was set between them to give him the element of stealth. He had to make that allowance on the basis where she had the illusion of him marching off onto his own death. It would make for quiet an awkward moment to suddenly pull the curtains on her view of him. Much more so when his reason of following her was out of concern for a stranger. From cover to cover, he went on.
The act of stalking the tribeswoman summoned a tinge of disgust for himself. His intention of doing so was for her own safety, but it still made him feel that despite the unending loneliness of the woods, someone somewhere was watching him and shaking their heads. Embarrassment was not an emotion he was well acquainted with. He would at least tail her until she reached to the edge of the forest.
Creeping sounds grew louder as they progressed away from the hole. Too loud to be scampering, too irregular and numerous to be galloping. Not moments after, the chase had begun. The displacement from him to the woman made it impossible to attempt any defensive manoeuvre. Even any assaults were null for that matter. Daggers were not especially known for long range capability. What aided him the most in his pursuit was his own speed.
Out of the forest he leapt with almost impeccable timing. One swift kick to the corpse of the Bael from her side sent it hurling into the air. Stronger than an average human or even the spiders they faced, but not to the extent of a knight. Grant still deemed his abilities unsharpened for battle. He did not bother to lend her a hand to get up- if her nimbleness allowed her to slay one of these beasts, he would not doubt it would do the same for recovering from a fall.
Combat Initiated!
| Turn 1 |
Type: Beast Unit Weapon: Bite, MT 5 HIT 80 Level 1 HP 12 | STR 6 | MAG 0 | SKL 3 | SPD 3 | DEF 6 | RES 1
Without hesitation, the second creature hastened it's charge towards the two of them. No remorse was to be shown for it's fallen companion as it reeled it's front legs high up into the air to jab downwards harshly in Grant's direction. Yet, an equal amount of remorse was displayed by the butler as he simply waited until it was close enough.
The effective range he had was short, but with extreme precision it hardly mattered. A faint glimmer shone from the start of his silver dagger as he drew it.
Grant swipes lazily at the Bael A|vjU4_W1-100 (Chance to hit: 96) (Damage: 5) Bael gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]
And once more 1-100 (Chance to hit: 99) (Damage: 7)
Bael’s HP: 0/12
The Bael is defeated!
Utilising only two vertical cuts, he had severed the giant's abdomen from it's upper body. The spider froze, it's sharp front legs still pointed at him as it teetered and eventually fell backwards with a loud crash. The young man's knife was completely and utterly clean. It was as if any blood that made contact with it had been whipped off by the force of his slice.
The beast tumbled off her. A short squeal escaped the over-sized arachnid. Serena rolled onto her feet. Her gloved hand slashed through the dirt until it met her ratty bow's splintered wood. A thin sliver pierced her skin. The stinging pain was all but ignored as she whipped up. Dirt and puny rocks littered her azure strands. A bead of sweat streaked its way down side of her pale face. It came to rest on her chin.
Combat initiated. Combat over.
Serena had no time to launch from her three-point stance before the creature was torn. Thin brows rose and pink lips parted. The woman stood up, letting her bow dangle by the side of her waist. "You aren't a noble, are you?" She asked while reaching for an arrow. "You don't move like any noble I've ever seen. Then again, most nobles I've seen cower by men with towering shields or demented mages."
The shaft of the arrow she drew had been cracked whens he fell. She sighed and tossed it aside. The arrow broke against the ground. Its feathered tip bounced before falling still. She drew a second, finding it suitable before notching it. The chances of escaping without being hunted again was slim.
"There's probably more of them." She muttered. "Guess that I won't be walking away from this, but you." Her naked arm pointed to the man beside her. "I thought you had already gone inside? How'd you manage to come back and save me? Don't think I'm not grateful, but you sort of came from the opposite direction."
What an irksome scenario to deal with. While he did not mind her presence, he took a great displeasure in having to deviate from his earlier plan. Adding salt to his mental wound was the injury on her hand. That simply would not do. In all obviousness however, he would have to deal with the uncovering of his act first.
“To be fair madam, I never did claim to be a noble.” Again his blade was returned to it’s cover. Disgruntled as he may be, no such emotion was displayed as he turned to face the tribeswoman. His gaze scanned the woman from head to toe, his arms- crossed. From an outsider’s perspective, it might have seemed as if the butler was looking down on the person before him. On the contrary, he merely looked for any more injuries.
None so far. Grant was not fond of wasting time- much less when there could be anyone wrapped up in the overgrown arachnids’ webbing to serve as food. To be sure, a mild patching of her flesh would be performed. Then came her question.
All the more to distract her from his ability to channel the arcane he supposed.
“One question at a time,” the young man announced, holding up a single index finger. He exhaled lightly. “You may consider me a fool or any harsher noun of your perception for my actions. Yet, if a fool is required to ensure a stranger’s safety, I suppose I lack any qualms being one.”
Channeled latent power sept through the tip of his finger. It did not appear out of the ordinary at all. No flashing lights, no colours. Merely an order of sorts that he put in place to heal her skin.
He lowered his hand back to his side. “The short answer is that I followed you based on the slight chance that you might have been assaulted.”
Words, delivered with neutral tones, came profile. The man could deny being a noble all he wanted, but the arrogance in his disposition and pawing gaze betrayed his voice. He had the same intrusive stare found in 'important' men. Royal or not, he wasn't Nohrian. His eyes lacked their perverse shine.
The bow bobbed at her side. Its arrow, firm between its wood and her fingers. “A fool doesn't kill spiders. A fool doesn't rescue strangers. Fools get cut down, wrapped in webs, and left to die in dark caves. You sir, are no fool.” She shook her hair, pawing whatever scraps it had picked up from filthy grounds. “But it doesn't matter. You know your way around your blade. I'll give you that. But hey, don't think I'm not grateful.”
The sliver pulsing inside her finger slowly faded. She shot a confused look to her hand. The pain hadn't been strong, but it was noticeable enough to realize it was gone. Splinters didn't just go away. Her ratty bow gave her more than enough experience in this. It couldn't have been luck. Luck never had anything to do with her.
Gray eyes asked silent questions. Her lips held flat. Brows, curving. Her questioning look died in seconds. She turned away from her savior in favor of the murky cave. She wasn't going to pry. That's how travelers stayed alive in Nohr.
“Very nice of you.” Serena said. “Back up is always appreciated. I had my suspicions too. Guess we're both right. Can't say I'm happy with that.”
The seeker held her bow. Her hand trailed along the drawstring and her eyes, to the bael beside her. How many others had it dragged away? How many others were able to rise with little more than a splinter? Her grip tightened around the bow's uncomfortable grooves.
“There's people in there.” She muttered. “They need someone. A gentleman and myself, specifically.”
How curious she displayed herself to be. Quite astonishing considering most of the encounters he had concerning the people of the land either started or concluded with him being the inquisitive one. The least he could do would be to answer her question. The means of which how to do so was messy for him.
“Merely a human as you can see.” A sentence that, while entirely sincere, resulted in a conflict within himself. The ordinary man could not almost instantaneously fix near fatal wounds, nor did they enjoy the act of combat. What truly was he? A question only the future might answer he deemed.
“I suppose that while the definition of a fool is set in stone, some might view specific characteristics to be foolish.” A hand came to rest near the hilt of his dagger after he sheathed it. “It is subjective. That being said, I thank you for not deeming me as such.” After a few seconds of consideration, he decided to upon jesting. Lips twisted into a closed smirk as he turned away from her to face stone halls leading deeper into the caves.
“You seem to have repeated yourself, Madam.” He raised a free hand to wave in the air. “If were to be absurdly conceited, I would mistake your gratitude towards me for fondness.”
The main motive he had in speaking as above was simply to distract her from her own fear via annoyance. No point in having too strong of a grip on an old bow when you can get another splinter. That and the main truth being that no amount of fear would aid them in searching for any survivors remaining. Fear could cause people to act irrationally and while he was grateful that she had decided to put herself on the line, he could not be sure of their survival as a team.
The best he could do at that moment for her was to be her guide into a more steady pace and lead the way. The latter of which he proceeded with foremost.
"Right." She said with exaggerated facial expressions. "Fondness. Forgive me for throwing myself at my muscular savior's feet."
Probing eyes followed the illusive man's strut passed the cave mouth. Serena knelt, taking the time to pull a lantern from her pack. She wrapped her brief light through the sash holding her quiver in place. The extra weight begged her to lean left. The seeker moved to keep up, saying “So, does my lovely hero have a name? Or do prefer an air of mystery? Should I just call you the vested man? Or perhaps some guy? I'd also be more than willing to simply call you Jim.”
Her playful voice died down as they ventured further from the cavern's mouth. A thick, musky scent curled her nose. A sharp curve, which she took bow up, hid sunlight from them. A claustrophobic darkness choked at her lantern. Its calming glow pried mere feet from the cave. Tension back each light step. She moved, ball to heel, keeping as quiet as ruffling gear would let her. The absence of a blizzard left her ears sensitive to every sound bounding between stone walls.
Thick webs drooped between stalactites. Her lantern lent an unholy glow to them. It seemed hell hung above. After the bend, it seemed the cave didn't dig that deep. Musk grew stronger.
Burning oil revealed a spider, larger than any other. Serena's drawstring drew fast, but she stopped when she realized the arachnid wasn't moving. The still thing looked rather weightless. Sidestepping the beast showed it to be little more than a discarded husk.
Her heart drummed to a faster tempo. Each beat struck against her chest. The idea of two people stumbling through a cave, with little more than her lantern to guide them, laughed at all reason. She pegged the both of them more foolish than either of them would ever admit. Rigid movement expressed her doubts and fears.
Aggravating her seemed to work from his perspective. Even then not long after they had intruded upon such an alien domain, the attitude she possessed was flushed out along with the sound of her voice. The butler would have preferred her tone to be present despite it’s mocking nature. The sudden shift in behaviour did not inspire any confidence in him for their shared survival. At the very least, he forced a smile.
“Jim shall do for now,” he waggled his index finger in the air. His voice carried almost no weight on it in complete contrast to what he felt of the situation. To show his own concern might plant even more worry and in turn make his own unsettlement grow. Therefore he tried his best to paint a calm picture of himself.
That was, until the shell came into view.
Spontaneous response lifted a hand to hover over the grip of his weapon- after which his palm lowered. He took a deep breath of the repulsive air, held it for three seconds, and proceeded to exhale. Moving closer to it brought him another key observation. Most of it had been in tact- save for a sizeable chuck from it’s main head and abdomen. One of his two eyes twitched.
Still he would not let his composure be shattered. “Akin to snakes it would seem.” If the beast lurking in the cave posed a danger that they had little chance of overcoming, he would not risk the life of anyone. Not even a stranger was worth sacrificing. Grant turned his head to look behind at the archer. He decided to reveal his cards. “Now, it seems teasing you did not prove to be a sufficient diversion from fear. If you wish to leave please do so now. I shall carry on.”
Then and there, his voice imparted the seriousness of their position. “I would not blame you for retreating- there is no dishonour to be had in prioritising your own safety as I find it.” A gloved hand waved casually in the air. "We are not knights of any sort, nor are we bound together by even the most minute acquaintanceship."
"Dishonor?" She parroted. Her blocking betrayed the ease in her calm voice. "Honor means nothing to dead and I don't care much for it either. Think of it this way, Jim, I was attacked by them on my way back to the road." She turned in place, gray eyes questioning the cave beyond her light. "Do you really think they'd let one of us just walk away?" She pointed to the husk. "Bet mommy's already watching us." The thought alone slashed her stomach.
"I may not be a knight, or know you for that matter, but I'm the Ice Tribe's Seeker. I don't get to walk away." Her serious scowl faded and she turned to the man with a taunting smirk. "However, you don't need to act brave. You could run if you'd like, I'll even cover you. Hell, I won't even tell anyone that you were here. Besides, who ever heard of a hero named Jim?"
Bold stupidity ventured deeper into the nest, intent of leaving Jim in the dark for humiliating seconds. Childish behavior gone, grim attention took over. Serena closed her eyes and listened for skittering. Shifting stone barely existed over the sound of her steps The woman knelt, digging a messy bundle of bandages from her bag. She wrapped medicinal cloth around one of her arrows and used her teeth to tear it free. The lantern tasted her arrow. Soon enough, Serena sent bright a bright flame drilling through their inky shroud.
Several Bael lurched away from her probe, hissing at light's intrusion. Her burning arrow bounced off stone walls, landing in a pool of water before extinguishing. The beasts broke their timid patterns. Their small numbers wouldn't prove a problem. Before the monster's could strike, a loud, guttural squeal ripped through the cave. Serena, still kneeling, watched as Mother made herself known.
The colossal arachnid stood larger than a carriage. Long, wicked legs let its bulbous rival those of treetops. Deathly fangs seeped a yellow, sappy liquid.
Mother Level 5 HP 25 STR 8 MAG 0 SPD 9 SKL 4 DEF 8 Weapon: Bite, MT 5 HIT 80
Not exactly how he planned for her to react. Nevertheless, her arrogant attitude would aid him as a form of offensive support to say the least. To whom it was the most offensive towards could not determined just yet though.
Bombardment after bombardment of mocking quips came to which Grant did not show a trace of annoyance for. His own previous demeanour made him deem that the snideness was well warranted. Silence betrayed a loss for words or a response. Truth be told, he was too distracted in keeping up his own guard in the event of another unexpected assault occurring.
Apparently, the girl had taken the liberty of scouting ahead with a flaming arrow. To no one’s surprise, there were more Bael. Nevertheless to their own shock was something worse than simply ‘more Bael’. They received unwanted attention from the spawner of all the beasts present. Pity beyond any other emotion was the result of him catching sight of it. Not fear, nor indifference. Pity for the lives that were lost to this horrid monstrosity. Disgust followed shortly after.
Pure instinct guided his palm back to his dagger’s hilt. He wasted no time in drawing it. The one problem he faced now stood right before their very eyes. If they could succeed in executing the brood’s maker, no one would be at risk of being hunted by Bael along the road any longer. That is to assume that this thing even was the source of all these creatures, of course.
Combat Initiated!
| Turn 1 |
Finding an exceptionally weak point to hit was a difficult task- the carapace of it could not be underestimated. He decided upon aiming for the most obvious place that would hinder it. It's eyes specifically.
Grant throws a dagger into the Brood Mother's eyes R1o5bBMz1-100 (Chance to hit: 91) (Damage: 6) Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL! The Mother gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]! The Mother gets [CRIT +5]!
Grant's HP: 19/19 Serena's HP: 15/15 The Mother's HP: 19/25
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