Generic Fantasy - [5/7]

Leon: "Whatever those are, are not natural. The blood they drip seems fake, almost. I have no doubt that they are connected to the madmen below."

I continue walking towards the city.

EDIT: Not writing anymore

 

I continue to follow.

 

I follow.

 

Eradius: "Well I'm going to fuck you personally. And by that I mean fuck you over just like I did to your stupid air friend, who's now burned corpse."
I flip her off with both fingers.

 

Lazarus: "I may have to cast a heal spell on myself. Both of us being combat-able lowers chance of injury, and me being injured means that if you get hurt... Well, we'll have a problem."

 

You finally leave the forest through the same arch you entered the forest through. The cultists in the houses appear to be either gone or dead, and to your right, off in the distance, you see a tower that looks to be old and worn. Three people stand before its gates. They appear to be talking.

Serelia: "Agustes? You... YOU..."
She appears to go over the rage event horizon and enter a calm-seeming state.
"What are your last words?"

Vesuia: "Hmm.... That does seem like it would be the best option. You would have to bet on the heal offsetting the exhaustion it is most likely to cause... but then again, your arm is a critical injury we need to fix."

 

"We should get out of here..."

 

Eradius: "Catch!" I throw the sarcafitial dagger at her and the other regular dagger at Fir.
While the dagger obviously just passes through her as she uses her water magic, and the other dagger... I don't know maybe Fir just dodges it, I take the crown and electute it with lighting creating a magnet.
While Sereloia thinks that I'm a fucking idiot and how she's going to poulverise me, the strong magneting force of the crown-magnet attracts the dagger back dowards her... back. Effectively stabbing her in the back.
While she's in pain I run to her and put the crown on her using my lightning to fry her brain. While thats happening Fir surely must be preparing to attack me with his wood.
Therfore I pull out the dagger stuck inside Seralia and throw it at Fir charging it with lightning. Thanks to the blades conductivity plus it's being soaked in blood, it quite effectively shocks him, but obviously doesn't kill him.
But I'm prepeared. I take my Tome of Arcane Knawledge and bash his teeth out. While he's in shock I take my thumbs and gauge them in his eyes. While he's thriving in pain I take the dagger that probably missed him and gut him.
But alas I know they're all extremaly resiliant as Agustus is the proof.
So I put a sleep combinaned with charm on him. If that doesn't work then I just beat him to death with my fists.
After the carnage executed by slightly drunk, badly hurt, insane, asshole wizard, I raise my fists in the air and shout like a maniac:
Eradius: "Are you entertained Stag!!!"
Afterwards I pass out from exhaustion.

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I relized nonone of the themes actually fit, so I'm changing the music to this:

 

...
Adrenaline is a powerful thing.
Have a nice nap.

 

Wait, what?

 

Lazarus: "Indeed. It's not tactically ideal to have only one combat-ready person. Well, if I need to rest, cover me."

I heal my arm.

 

It hurts. A lot.
Your bones crackle as they fix themselves, your arm becoming usable again.
The wave of exhaustion you felt earlier doubles, and you have to devote a large amount of energy to not passing out. You can fight now. it'll be hard, but not impossible.

 

Lazarus: "Agh... That hurt... But I think I can... Fight now... But not much... I'm still a bit... Weak... Perhaps we should... Look for... Information?"

 

Vesuia: "Perhaps. I do wonder what we will find here. Shall we search the studies?"

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You sit down by the street for a little while, reading the book. You think that you've got the material down now.
[Spell Learned: Basic Illusion]
This spell will create an image no larger than a 5x5x5 cube. The image will not fool any sense except sight.

 

Lazarus: "Seems... Like a good idea... Gives me time... To recover... And we get information... On their... Er... Plans."

 

Leon: "Why? You fear these beings?"

 

Robert: "It would appear that one of them has passed out. Should we take him to the town, so he can recover?"

 

"First rule of a thief: Hide your presence."

Thorston begins to nope out of there.

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"Do it if you want. The town is saved, I think, and it's not like I'm getting paid for this."

 

Leon: "What is not repayed for here, is repayed for elsewhere."

I begin towards the three people.

It seems Thorston has left Team A.

 

"Huh..."