Backscene: Blood on the Road Who: Aurin Demarc, Imenry Barras NPCS: Gross and Creepy Darkspawn When: 9:44, 29 Eluviesta Where: The road leading to Lake Calenhad Docks Summary: Perhaps even a Reaver needs some help against a sudden attack from Darkspawn Rating: Most likely T
It was later than she had planned for it to be. Imenry had thought that perhaps she could make it all the way to Lake Calenhad and get a room at the Spoiled Princess for the night, but darkness had come upon her quicker than she'd expected, and she cursed herself for thinking it would merely be a case of picking up the pace. She usually was wise enough to be set up in camp before sunset, and this particular sun was sinking lower and lower in the sky each minute. She could probably still break and make camp, but she couldn't have been more than thirty minutes from the docks now and she was really looking forward to sleeping in a bed tonight.
Despite her hurried pace she kept herself aware. The roads were more dangerous at evening and the night-time predators would soon come out. If she was lucky she could make it to the docks before the sun had completely disappeared beneath the horizon.
There would be no such luck for her tonight.
It was sudden. The shadows came alive around her and they were there; these creatures, in battered armor with grey disfigured faces. Imenry's hand went to the claymore on her back as her throat went dry. What were these things? They didn't speak, but they attacked, and she saw it coming in the flash of the blade that rushed towards her. His... it's weapon was old and tarnished, but it scraped against her sword with a sickening sound as she blocked the blow and took a slow step back. She was surely surrounded. The glimmer of magic filled the air, clogging her sense. One of these things was a mage. She was most certainly in trouble.
She tried to take stock, eyes sweeping the area to count their numbers, at least five attackers, including the mage. Imenry charged the nearest one, a battle cry torn from her lips as her sword arced through the air and bit into the side of his face, slicing it clean in half . She stepped back from the blood, as it slithered darkly over her blade and fell to the ground with a sizzling sound. She felt sickened by the smell. This was all wrong. Whirling around she blocked the attacks of the others, trying to keep them away from her back. But she was outnumbered and the mage was a big problem. She kept him in her sights, knowing he'd have to be the next one to go.
Swinging the claymore through the air she drove the group of creatures back, her blade scraping against armor and drawing more blood. But it would take a full on blow to put them down. They crowded her, keeping themselves between Imenry and the caster. At least they seemed smart enough to manage that. The caster was drawing a spell and she felt the chill of it in the air. The blue marks appeared at his feet, some sort of protection, and she fell back. There was no way she could walk directly into that trap. He would cast again, but she wasn't going go down without a fight. Raising the claymore she blocked the blow of the nearest fighter. He was big, bald, with pointy teeth that snarled in her face. He smelled like death. Turning her head she drove him back and then shifted to block a glancing blow from the rogue. The daggers of another bit into the leather on her back, protected only by the scabbard before she ducked away, trying to keep calm.
Suddenly traveling alone didn't seem like such a good idea at all.