Eternity RPC Board
11-13-2019, 08:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-14-2019, 12:30 PM by Seperallis.)
From Elke's perspective, colors bled from the ember-cast lighting of the room as the next couple seconds trudged forward through several events in simultaneous and quick succession. Even as she still had full agency, a cozy feeling of being wrapped in layers of blankets enveloped her and eased her out of the chair and towards the witch as the brushing sensations continued to travel up her legs and spine.
As the young mage cried out her name, Nevina reacted almost immediately. There was no time for quip or witticism: while Elke fumbled in fear with her belongings, Nevina violently kicked her chair away with the backs of her knees and stood with flute in hand, its end beginning to warm with a familiar glow of embers as she brought it to bear. She looked away from the witch almost reflexively, eyes widening the entire time, until they locked into Elke's; the elf's eyes visibly glassed over, and the young woman jolted to a stop as an unseen force clapped into her torso and, with all the gentle subtlety of a boulder-heaving giant, flung her backwards.
Mildred rose from the table with Nevina, a growing scowl on her face joining with the beginnings of a rising screech as she unfurled from her hunch. Two grasping, bony talons quickly stretched to impossible lengths as she reached out, one of which swiped at the air in Elke's face while the other embedded itself deep into the base of the elf's neck. Both the chair and the feeble door frame splintered under the force of Elke's projectile body.
The last thing she saw before sailing on a shattered door into the inky sea of night was the fire explode from the end of the flute focus mere feet away from her. The witch's enraged screech raised into bloodcurdling agony that drowned out Nevina's gurgling gasp as a swirling hemisphere of fire blossomed and engulfed the entirety of the cottage. The blast sent a shockwave of force and heat that propelled Elke even further before tumbling uncontrollably into the field of flowers, with the flaming and smoldering remains of planks following behind her.
One thing was clear so far in the glow of the flash inferno; with the creeping sensation in her back and legs now gone, the mageling was not a werewolf.
As the young mage cried out her name, Nevina reacted almost immediately. There was no time for quip or witticism: while Elke fumbled in fear with her belongings, Nevina violently kicked her chair away with the backs of her knees and stood with flute in hand, its end beginning to warm with a familiar glow of embers as she brought it to bear. She looked away from the witch almost reflexively, eyes widening the entire time, until they locked into Elke's; the elf's eyes visibly glassed over, and the young woman jolted to a stop as an unseen force clapped into her torso and, with all the gentle subtlety of a boulder-heaving giant, flung her backwards.
Mildred rose from the table with Nevina, a growing scowl on her face joining with the beginnings of a rising screech as she unfurled from her hunch. Two grasping, bony talons quickly stretched to impossible lengths as she reached out, one of which swiped at the air in Elke's face while the other embedded itself deep into the base of the elf's neck. Both the chair and the feeble door frame splintered under the force of Elke's projectile body.
The last thing she saw before sailing on a shattered door into the inky sea of night was the fire explode from the end of the flute focus mere feet away from her. The witch's enraged screech raised into bloodcurdling agony that drowned out Nevina's gurgling gasp as a swirling hemisphere of fire blossomed and engulfed the entirety of the cottage. The blast sent a shockwave of force and heat that propelled Elke even further before tumbling uncontrollably into the field of flowers, with the flaming and smoldering remains of planks following behind her.
One thing was clear so far in the glow of the flash inferno; with the creeping sensation in her back and legs now gone, the mageling was not a werewolf.