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Urgat Rip-Eye
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The colour started to spread out from underneath the body, red liquid seeping into the previously untouched snow beneath the face down corpse. The Saracen wiped his twin daggers in the clean snow at his feet. “Sleep tight, scum” he whispered sarcastically as he shifted his weight and moved forwards like a shadow shifting in the night.
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“SOD IT, GO!” screamed Hufner.
At the sound of the Purple Warriors battle cry, they launched themselves forwards. The humans were ready and waiting, mages and healers spread out around the walls, and steps of the Albion mile gate in Odin’s, their fighters, a solid line at the bottom.
Urgat followed his group as they surged forwards to within range. Whilst they stopped to cast spells, the other Purple’s groups continued forwards. The Talons were with them, and the clash of weapons echoed out as the battle lines crashed together like waves on rocks. Already Rubarb and Zuchini were devastating the Albion Support. They had decided beforehand to assault the same targets, by working there way from left to right. The left most spell caster screamed in agony as both followers of Bogdar ripped the very life force out of him and blasted him with engulfing darkness simultaneously.
He dropped in an instant, and already the twin terrors were onto the next unfortunate mage in line.
A hail of arrows fell amongst the Midgard warriors and previously hidden archers on the hill to the right flank were already reloading and aiming. Aimee responded the quickest.
“Stop!” she commanded, pointing at the group of scouts. As one, they all looked up in her direction… eyes blank and glazed. “Kliren! The archers!” she shouted out to the little blue spirit master of Talon’s reach whilst still pointing in their direction. The kobold needed no further hints; he led his group towards the mesmerized Humans. Just as they engaged Aimee began chanting, imploring her god to aid her allies. At the climax of the spell, the energy was unleashed and Eir’s power burst among them, blinding eyes, and bursting eardrums, stunned they could do nothing to prevent the Spiritmasters of Talons Reach unleashing their close range soul blasting power.
Carrot was also busy, his eyes fixed on the battlements of the wall. Green light played about his feet as he focused on disrupting the Albion support further. A storm of poisonous spores erupted about the Humans, they coughed and spasmed as the virulent fungus did its work.
Urgat was holding back, crouching alone, he watched as the fight raged. When would it come… it was inevitable, He watched as Demrog, and Melodia engaged a few of the humans who had broken off to try and stop his group for disrupting further. Both hacking at there foes whilst Korgarg Called upon Thor to rain down hammers of lightning on them.
When would it come? Urgat closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate, tried to think past the fleeting image… but he couldn’t, it was there, burning into his minds eye. The flash, the pain, and the feeling of uselessness.
“Urgat!” again, someone brought him from his thoughts “Snap out of it!” It was Carrot.
Urgat shook his head; more had come to engage them. Aimee was under attack and unable to heal, Carrot was desperately trying to heal the warriors’ wounds, whilst Urgat stood by and did nothing.
“You be worth nothing you fool!” The troll shaman silently berated himself as he began the chant that would cause the very ground to rise up and trap the enemies.
The colour started to spread out from underneath the body, red liquid seeping into the previously untouched snow beneath the face down corpse. The Saracen wiped his twin daggers in the clean snow at his feet. “Sleep tight, scum” he whispered sarcastically as he shifted his weight and moved forwards like a shadow shifting in the night.
********
“SOD IT, GO!” screamed Hufner.
At the sound of the Purple Warriors battle cry, they launched themselves forwards. The humans were ready and waiting, mages and healers spread out around the walls, and steps of the Albion mile gate in Odin’s, their fighters, a solid line at the bottom.
Urgat followed his group as they surged forwards to within range. Whilst they stopped to cast spells, the other Purple’s groups continued forwards. The Talons were with them, and the clash of weapons echoed out as the battle lines crashed together like waves on rocks. Already Rubarb and Zuchini were devastating the Albion Support. They had decided beforehand to assault the same targets, by working there way from left to right. The left most spell caster screamed in agony as both followers of Bogdar ripped the very life force out of him and blasted him with engulfing darkness simultaneously.
He dropped in an instant, and already the twin terrors were onto the next unfortunate mage in line.
A hail of arrows fell amongst the Midgard warriors and previously hidden archers on the hill to the right flank were already reloading and aiming. Aimee responded the quickest.
“Stop!” she commanded, pointing at the group of scouts. As one, they all looked up in her direction… eyes blank and glazed. “Kliren! The archers!” she shouted out to the little blue spirit master of Talon’s reach whilst still pointing in their direction. The kobold needed no further hints; he led his group towards the mesmerized Humans. Just as they engaged Aimee began chanting, imploring her god to aid her allies. At the climax of the spell, the energy was unleashed and Eir’s power burst among them, blinding eyes, and bursting eardrums, stunned they could do nothing to prevent the Spiritmasters of Talons Reach unleashing their close range soul blasting power.
Carrot was also busy, his eyes fixed on the battlements of the wall. Green light played about his feet as he focused on disrupting the Albion support further. A storm of poisonous spores erupted about the Humans, they coughed and spasmed as the virulent fungus did its work.
Urgat was holding back, crouching alone, he watched as the fight raged. When would it come… it was inevitable, He watched as Demrog, and Melodia engaged a few of the humans who had broken off to try and stop his group for disrupting further. Both hacking at there foes whilst Korgarg Called upon Thor to rain down hammers of lightning on them.
When would it come? Urgat closed his eyes, and tried to concentrate, tried to think past the fleeting image… but he couldn’t, it was there, burning into his minds eye. The flash, the pain, and the feeling of uselessness.
“Urgat!” again, someone brought him from his thoughts “Snap out of it!” It was Carrot.
Urgat shook his head; more had come to engage them. Aimee was under attack and unable to heal, Carrot was desperately trying to heal the warriors’ wounds, whilst Urgat stood by and did nothing.
“You be worth nothing you fool!” The troll shaman silently berated himself as he began the chant that would cause the very ground to rise up and trap the enemies.
