I started out as a Forester you know. I'm not sure what possessed me to apprentice and follow those fools to the island.
"Emile," I say weakly having just opened my eyes again. I see him rush away from me with his mace held high. He's chanting and it starts to glow.
I see Axton surrounded by short shadowy opponents. If Emile is joining the fray, it's bad. Where the heck is Albion?
I see a bright blue light streak toward one of the creatures. When it strikes him with a splash, he drops. That wail. Oh crap. This is where Ovrianna should strike.
Then I see her lying next to me, barely breathing. Her face has gone blue. Oh you foolish girl.
I slowly sit up with pain shooting through every muscle and pull myself toward her.
I see Albion throwing his war darts at those buggers attacking us. Emile has pulled a few off Axton and is holding his own.
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Archergirl
Mon, 11/16/2015 - 21:40
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Oh silly Ovrianna, always
Oh silly Ovrianna, always getting critically injured.