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04/16/10(Fri)19:37 No.9236979rolled 4, 5, 3 = 12
You heft the crates into some cargo netting from the crashed 'thopter, making a makeshift sack. With your tower shield on your back and your flail against your waist, you inform Ilian that you will be going with the first wave. You hand the crates off to Kel and your escorts, selecting Siskiv to accompany you into battle.
“I am honored, Lady Maya,” the sergeant says, bowing. “I suppose, in this circumstance, I can allow you to leave my men behind.” He turns to them, unsheathing his sword. “Make yourselves useful. If I find you in a tavern when I return, you will wish you had come along.”
The escorts salute, their faces grim despite the sergeant's humor. You tell Kel to bring the crates to the College, and take the pilot's identification with him, if he can find it. He agrees, reminding you that he will make every attempt to rejoin you. Bem, at your asking, resolves to stay out of trouble, safely behind the lines.
With everything taken care of, you tell Ilian that you're ready, adding that you'd like Kel and your escorts to be part of the second wave, if possible.
“Got it. I'll do whatever I can,” the god replies jovially, “Make me proud, Maya.”
Blinding white overtakes your vision, a heavy bluish fog enveloping your body, wrapping around your armored form. One moment, you are standing in a field just outside a city. The next, you are within a fortress, your back to the wall, Siskiv at your side.
The sky burns bright orange, with great black clouds trailing through it. The heat is oppressive, and thin flakes of ash fall sporadically over the open courtyard. Fourteen others flash into being around you, immediately readying weapons and fixing shields. One, extremely tall and sporting a plumed helmet, takes center, shouting orders.
“Brother Defenders! Take your positions! Ranged to the battlements, swordsmen and mages with me!” |