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Old 02-25-2019, 04:07 PM
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The wild fierceness which had gripped Nolia had not faded when the last creature had been driven to the earth and destroyed, instead she appeared all the more feral and untamed as she stalked about the dead things, teeth bared and bow at the ready should any so much as twitch in the throws of death. It was only when the Treant finally spoke that it seemed to break her from the warrior trance, and once again Nolia was but a small creature, innocent and exotic as ruddy tears swelled up in her eyes once more.

"It is not a fault, you have come, they were too many, too many, but Adèlédané they have taken, we go, we go to take her back." Any attempt she had of maintaining the stoic force was lost as they were soon joined with a greater force of the living trees, the creatures of forest and life. Even as she cried though, Nolia seemed to thrive with the renewed contact of familiar things and as she clambered up one and then another of the Treants, the limp blossoms in her hair began to swell and one even managed to unfurl, to open and reveal the brilliant dusted pink flower of a magnolia, the sweet, spicy scent rose into the air about her as she darted back and dared to reach and grab Oota's hand.

Delicate, tiny fingers tugged to ensure his attention before she spoke, her eyes feverish. "Wrath of earth lays in you, Oota I did not know, I saw it now, your service to Mother is most precious act, thank you." It was her own understanding, her own interpretation of what she had witnessed, and just as quickly as she had claimed his own personal space, his hand was released as she whirled and turned to Winter, the same fevered look to olive eyes, marred by the ruby-hued tears which had stained her cheeks. "See is not all over yet, there is chance, there is chance, but they will sense, from the mines, they will sense us."

Grief had been offered by way of the creatures which had failed to arrive in time to save the Grove, a Grove of which it looked a horrific ruin, a desecration beyond that which a fire or even the most violent storm could manage, but with words, there also came as Nolia spoke, the thrum, the pulse the slight creature had become keenly aware of her last months in this place. The inky wave which poured forth from the bowels of the earth drew both a small keen of despair as well as a low growl as her fists clenched, though she made no move to redraw Ira.

"Gaia's Cradle, Source Tree!" A verdant finger stabbed toward the direction in which the siren call of the Dark Angel and the desperate need of her sister drew her onward. Could they make, there was danger too at the Source Tree, but the cave, the rocks and height offered a better vantage for the battle that seemed to prepare to surge toward them.



 

 

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The battle had been quick. Oota was satisfied with his plans and each of the Guardians had the power and skill that the title evoked. With the immediate threat passed, the Bloodwatch closed his eyes and released the rage of his aberrant blood, and he winced as his flesh writhed back into its normal but just as hideous form. He took several deep breaths as he fought off the familiar feelings of fatigue. As he did his best to gather himself, the Treant straightened and addressed the Dryad and the Druid, though the ogrekin felt the thanks that went to each of the guardians. But Oota held himself aloof, feeling that he was beneath such thanks. He was a servant, a slave, and his actions were given no matter the circumstance, so the others should be the ones who earn the praise. As he waited for the formalities to end, he responded to the sudden screech and he gazed over what he could see of the valley. The enemy was already on the move.

As the Treants began to move, Oota meant to suggest that they should do the same, but his world shook when Nolia took his hand. Though the treants had not spoken directly to the Bloodwatch, the dryad gave her thanks and likened his rage to the earth. His stone colored cheeks darkened a bit as he recoiled slightly, as if frightened by the sudden gesture. The ogrekin wasn't afraid. He doubted if anyone would notice his darkened cheeks as a blush, but he expected them to misread his motion. He could feel his heart pound in something like excitement, as it had days before when Winter first took his hand. And the brief feeling of joy was quickly followed by dark feelings. Still, he knew he needed to respond in order to avoid rudeness. But his deep voice didn't reveal his roaring passion as he spoke simply, "As you say, Madam Nolia." But even as he said it, the dryad whirled away and moved to Winter.

Oota bit his lower lip lightly with his sharp teeth as he took a few steps ahead, making sure that nobody could see his visage for just a moment. Looking out into the valley, his red eyes moistened for just a moment as he hated himself. These lovely people treated him well but he knew what he really was. The ogrekin knew that he was simply a tamed monster with evil, unnatural blood flowing through him. He didn't deserve their kindness. No, he simply owed them his service, and his life, if necessary.

When Nolia shouted and pointed toward what she called 'The Source Tree', Oota blinked away the wetness from his eyes and hardened his heart once more. He could let his feelings flow later, elsewhere. He would save his passions to channel into his unnatural rage. He took a deep breath and reminded himself of his place, then he looked back to the other Guardians as he spoke up in his General's tone again, "We must move quickly, Masters! We have to beat them to the cave. Form a wall and create a chokepoint, so their numbers don't overwhelm us. If it looks like we can't make it in time, I will charge and buy the Masters time. Let's move!"

He waited just one moment, knowing that the others probably would not like his last statement, but it was his place. If it came to it, he knew that he must die if it would give them a chance. When the others seemed primed to move, Oota darted as quickly as he could. Maybe with Lady Winter's spell still active, they could make it, and he still had the magic of his armor that might help. Ready to die as he was, he also knew that he was too valuable to waste without reason. And though he wasn't one to pray too often, he still sent his concerns to Abadar, 'Abadar, grant us swiftness. For if we cannot stop the darkness, then all of The North may fall.'

 
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Winter MorningspireOnce the small skirmish was finished, Winter came out of her technical mindset and finally got a good look around the grove. What she saw pained her deeply, seeing such a beautiful and sacred place tainted in this way. The closer they had drawn to the Grove, the Cradle, and the Source Tree, the more she had felt like she was discovering something. Not quite home, because she didn't believe she was worthy to belong to such a place, but still a place she wished she could call home. And yet, the draw of Gaia's sacred land was infested, contaminated. She could practically taste the sulfur and iron and fiendish blood through her magic, all things that should not be in a place like this.

Winter watched as Nolia stalked among the corpses, seemingly looking for any opportunity to vent her grief and rage. Her heart went out to the dryad, knowing what it was like to lose family and home, and yet this was so much worse than what Winter had gone through. The sorceress felt a connection to the Nolia through their shared grief, wanted to reach out and comfort her, but held herself back. She didn't know their ways, Nolia didn't know about Winter's history, and the last thing she wanted to do was commit some faux pas in what was essentially a temple of Gaia.

She watched as the treant broke Nolia out of her trance, as the fierce warrior morphed into a grieving sister. She watched as the dryad seemed to pull comfort from contact with the guardians of the forests. The sorceress remembered the feelings she had experienced that morning when she connected with the network of pines, and wondered if what Nolia was feeling was somewhat similar. She wanted to go forward, perhaps join the dryad, but held herself back. If opening herself up to the other guardians had been difficult, this was something else entirely. Too many feelings battling for attention, too much distraction from the way her magic both resonated with and recoiled from the grove.

She watched as Nolia thanked Oota, knowing and seeing more than the ogrekin would like, but respectfully not drawing attention to any of it. She hoped, given time, Oota would come to see himself the way they saw him, but knew it would be a long journey.

Then Nolia turned to her, spoke to her, and though Winter heard the words, she was more distracted by the sight. Such a beautiful creature, one so in tune with Gaia herself, shouldn't have to suffer as she did. Shouldn't have to cry the way she did. Again, Winter felt an urge to step forward, and this time she didn't hold herself back. Her hand raised to brush away a streak of ruby tears from the dryad's cheek. "You're right," she said. "There's hope."

Unfortunately, their brief respite didn't last, and soon a veritable army of devils was beginning to move toward the valley. Far too many to even hope to fight, they only had two paths before them: flee or head into Gaia's Cradle. Winter had already declared her intentions that morning, and she didn't hesitate now. Even as Nolia pointed in the direction of the source tree, Winter was weaving her magic around Two hastes should do it.all those gathered tree and person and animal alike, granting them all a burst of speed. She leaped up onto Lena's back, something she rarely did, but riding the tiger allowed her to move and cast at the same time.

When Oota declared his intention to see them all to the cave, even at the cost of his own life, Winter spoke up. "You will do no such thing Oota." Her voice was harsher than usual, commanding, and she hated herself for doing this, but she couldn't afford to have the ogrekin charging off on his own. If needed, she could use more of her magic to get everyone to the cradle, but she wanted to save as much as possible for the coming fight. "We need you, and we will all make it. I'll make sure of it."


 

 

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Mad Dash to Gaia's CradleNunataq settled his gaze outward beyond the Dryad's grove to the blighted steppes beyond and watched as the veritable torrent of denizens from Hell spewed forth from their hole in the mountain to spill out onto the barren valley and began to spread like disease across its once luscious expanse. Screeches tore through the tranquility of the waking valley and left chills to ride up and down the Nanuq's sturdy spine. While Nolia urged them towards Gaia's cradle, while Oota lent his voice to his plan to offer himself like some discarded oblation at the altar of their survival, and while Winter wove her magic and enmeshed them all within its trappings, Nunataq watched the winged fiends soar and circle like dung heap flies over the scrambling masses and knew what the others merely feared.

They would not make it.

Hundreds of the Ashmede swirled and swooned above their brethren, their long serpentine bodies undulating wildly as they spun, their enormous chiropteran wingspans casting deep shadows over the hordes below while their jagged scythes sliced at the air around them adding to the shrill cacophonous shrieking of the frenzying Barbazu. A deep rumble seemed to shake the very bowels of the earth as the Pit Fiends lent their own trumpeting voices to the growing tumult of the encroaching army, sending their already frenetic legions into absolute apoplectic hysteria.

Hell itself had come for them.

The Nanuq felt the magic of Winter's spell coruscate through his veins and nerves and felt his heart begin to drum within his ears to the rhythm of their coming doom. Nunataq lifted his staff before himself and as he began to reshape his limbs and mold them into a form better suited to the task of sprinting across the valley, he let forth his cry which echoed against the far cliffs of the Northvalian mountains:

"Ruuuuun!"

By the time the last syllable escaped his lips, Nunataq was no more and a streaking white panther sprinted headily towards the succor of Gaia's cradle. One by one the Guardians and their new arborial friends followed suit. Khole kept to the air as he was always wont but stayed low and languid as he kept pace with the group while Nunataq streaked ahead to ever expanding distance. Mitah followed next, ensconced in his emblazoned armor, clanking melodiously as his legs pumped furiously to keep pace with the Nanuq but falling behind just like the others. Winter sprinted next, Lena close beside, while Leilani and Mikhaëla lagged behind somewhat though not by much. Meanwhile the stalwart Treants ran to form a sort of sidelong vanguard as they ran towards the horde instead. Their numbers bolstered by the wakened trees it became immediately clear what was their intent.

They ran with Oota.

Before could rise a protest in any form, however, another roar filled the quaking valley but this time, from the east. The guardians risked their gaze towards the rising sun and feared some new menace had somehow gone and encapsulated them in this dying valley but as their eyes blinked and saw beyond the blinding light of dawn they spotted Shaedravena, gleaming and resplendent in the morning air as she danced upon the wings of wind, flanked by two Silvers mightier even than she. Aira Ru had brought her parents and they seemed furious!

As if in answer to the Dragons' call, one half dozen of the Ashmede fiends broke forth from the roiling host and sent their own shrill shrieks to challenge their arrival and dove headlong in a trajectory which doubtless would intercept the Guardians' charge. Minutes passed with each Guardian pounding to the rhythm of their frenetic pace as they saw the mass of evil spreading deeper over the bleakened valley but more so did their gaze settle on the Ashmede Devils come to mete out punishment for the brazen crime of their mere existence.

Shaedravena reached them first.

"Hi guys! Did you miss me? I wanted you to meet my parents!" She said as she soared overhead with her parental units roaring their greeting as they passed and turned to match their pace towards the cave.

Even dragons did not dare face such a horde in such sparse numbers, but they seemed determined nonetheless to lend what strength they could to theirs.

They would not make it.

Moments later, the seven chasing Ashmede were upon them. The Dragons spun and turned to engage the brunt of their number, but no less than two pushed past the clawing dragons and speared towards the sprinting Guardians, soaring easily over the reaching Treants and Oota, who now found himself face to face with a third Scythe wielding Fiend from Hell...

Leilani, calling silently upon her god for strength and courage, once more unleashed her holy power onto her allies and imbued their weapons, claws, or fangs with the power of Good.

OODMThe PC's have the initiative, since the devils used their turn to close the distance. The Dragons are overhead engaging 3 of them while 2 are near Nolia, Winter etc... while Oota is facing 1 alone. The treants are there but will need 1 round to engage on either side. I did not portray them but they are somewhere in the middle between Oota and the rest of the group.

Leilani cast Align Weapon, Communal, affecting Lena, Mikhaëla, Mitah, Nolia and herself. She activates her Metamagic Rod of Extend to double the Duration, granting each recipient 4 minutes of duration.

 


 
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Winter cursed as it became apparent they wouldn't make it to Gaia's Cradle in time. The guardians began to spread out too far for her to keep pumping her magic into them, and worse, much too spread out for her to transport them in groups.

She waved at Shaedravena as she ran, along with her parents. There wasn't time to stop and talk, however.

As the Ashmede closed in on them, Winter looked around, considering her options. Her options for summoning against airborne enemies were severely limited, and she wanted to save her more powerful magic for if they made it to the entrance to the Cradle. Seeing a few of the Ashmede break past the adult dragons, Winter grabbed a metamagic rod and placed her other hand on Lena's flank. A wave of arcane energy washed across the tiger, who began to bound through the air rather than the snow, and a second wave wrapped around her and made her vanish from sight. "Bring it down, Lena!" Winter called, pointing to the nearest Asmede.

A mighty roar came from the now-invisible tiger, and a few seconds later, the Ashmede began to struggle with an unseen force. Gashes and tears appeared in its skin as it struggled to remain aloft. "We need to keep moving!" the sorceress yelled, looking toward the advancing horde.


 

 

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OotaWhen Winter finally gave him a true order, Oota closed his eyes for a split second as he processed that. He knew that he should listen to her, but he also considered which order was more vital... Winter's or the imperative to keep these masters safe. But there wasn't a lot of time to even consider either option. The ever-changing battlefield had shifted and it became clear that they couldn't make it. And even worse, it seemed like the enemy was Hell itself.

And fate continued to shift in slight ways, as the druid cried out before shifting to a faster form, and the treants kept pace with him. Even as Oota tried to adjust, the calls of dragons filled the air as Aira brought two mightier dragons. But he knew it wasn't enough to truly stem the tide.

The ogrekin looked upon the dragons, his mind struggling to process any realistic way to steal victory from terror of reality. But things only devolved further as a group of Ashmede devils broke off and moved to engage the Guardians. Oota growled under his breath as only one of the devils moved against him and he looked back to the others with a slight hint of fear in his eyes. He couldn't protect them as things stood. His fear and his rage overflowed, his body twisted and churned and his flesh began to reflect light as if he were made of metal.

Oota knew that he had to move quickly, but he figured that the presence of the mighty dragons may give them a chance for something. But his enraged eyes fixated upon the devil before him. With a roar, the mighty bloodrager swung his poleaxe in quick succession of four slashes. Though as the first and last blow went astray, he whispered the arcane command word and as his eyes glowed a wicked purple, he rent a third wound into the flesh of the devil.

Despite the powerful blows, his opponent remained ready for combat. Oota gave a roar of frustration then maneuvered a few steps, putting the Ashmede at the edge of his great reach, preparing to strike again if the devil meant to press the fight. Knowing that he only had a moment to organize the battlefield, he yelled toward the youngest dragon in a heavy handed tone, "Madame Shadrevaena! Go aid the others. I'll be along when I can, but see if we can make the cave on your back! Lady Fairchilde, the ground needs to be Hallowed, if possible!"


 
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Feral DefianceThey would not make it. Five words, five in a phrase to which many might have cowed, have bowed and trembled at their fate, yet for Nolia, they were words that meant nothing. How often, how many times the last months had such a phrase been possible to form, to cry and weep over, and how often had those words fallen flat, weak and untrue. Nolia did not know the terms of pessimism nor optimism, but for she, the creature of Gaia's most sacred bower, there was only defiance, she would not yield, she would not bow to fear nor quake before her enemies, she would overcome.

Bright eyed, curious and strangely naive, it was not the girl, the creature which had darted about the fire in the morning nor even through her grief, had climbed and cavorted about the Treants. Now, now there was Nolia, the wild creature, the feral sister who turned toward the advance of hell, not in fear, but in a level of rage as of yet unseen, not even her prowled hunt amid the downed foes prior could match the ridged violence to which she descended. Bow drawn, the length of wood seemed to twist and curve itself even as she drew forth the first of what would be many arrows.

Her movements remained a blur, the slight creature somehow drew back and released in rapid, focused fashion, one after another, and had the creatures been earth bound, it was likely that all might have found purchase, though the four which had met their target, sunk and buried themselves deep within the Ashmede's flesh, carried with them the weight and measure of Nolia's wrath and wrecked catastrophic damage, it would not survive a second attack.

The moves fluid, the motion instinctive, unlike the others, Nolia had no words, no commands nor instructions, just a wild scream of rage, not unlike Lena's own on the hunt. Oota was not there to defend Winter or the others, not in person, but Nolia stood, a petite force between the Ashmedes, the wave of hell and those who had dared to travel with her. They needed to bring them down, to finish this, to continue their run, they could not be caught out here, and thus she would not yield her ground, not slow their run for the cave, Calonfyr was at her back and a deft leap onto his back, she could ride and fire, as she had so many times before, but she would not stop, would not be kept from her goal, from Adèlédané.




 

 

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Winter's breath of magic suffused through Lena as the tiger leapt towards the skies and undulated her feline form to streak towards her foes before disappearing behind the veil of her friend's second spell. Moments later the Ashmede roared and spread its massive wings and furled them low around whatever beast unseen assailed it. Gashes and tears manifested onto its vile and fiendish flesh and green blood oozed from Lena's frantic efforts. The Ashmede caught itself a moment later, it's wings unfurling and catching air and wind as it vied to bring its scythe to bear onto its gnashing foe to defend itself. It thought better of the attempt, however, and vanished in a whorl of wings and shadows leaving Lena to careen momentarily to steady herself from her foe's sudden disappearance. Those with sight enough to spare towards the huddled masses encroaching upon the valley may perchance have spotted one more black glint appear among the soaring masses high above, the glint of its metal implement seeming to goad them with its distant sheen.

Meanwhile and below, Oota faced his own dark and winged menace and met it with that same characteristic effectiveness with which he faced all tasks set before him. His mighty poleaxe cleaved only at the air as his first attempt to separate foe from life failed but he quickly adjusted and brought the weapon down in a shocking thud of screams and greenest goo as the creature's viridescent blood erupted in some blasphemous facsimile of Gaia's life giving sap. Before the creature could retaliate, Oota freed the weapon and came at him again and then again, but the creature ducked the first attempt and slammed the polearm aside with a wing to thwart the second. Oota, however, bolstered by Winter's magic, found a reserve of speed and brought it up high and suddenly to rip another line of green and gore upon the fiend's exposed abdomen, provoking more shrill screams from it. The creature flapped its wings and hesitated and upon seeing its ally flee, caused its own magic to erupt and vanished in a similar fog of flesh and shadows.

Nolia next unleashed her fury, plumbing from her own depths of loss and sorrow to fuel her sisters as they flew from the cradle of her bow. Six times did her missiles fly to embed themselves, all but one which flew wide as the creature batted it aside with a happenstance stroke of wing, blasting green life's blood from the fiend as he struggled to remain aloft under the onslaught until the final two sisters smashed into its throat and face, extinguishing all facsimile of life from its falling body as it plummeted to the blighted ground below. One by one her sisters returned to her, embedding themselves carefully within her dweomered quiver, having done their work for her.

The Guardians saw from the edge of their own vision the dragons entangled with their own three foes, each engaged with their own dark menace as they wove around each other at the flying devils. Shaedravena herself slammed hard into her own and bit and spit and clawed at the thing before disengaging to keep herself aloft before it. Her parents fared as well, tearing and gnashing at the evil in the air until a torrent of green rain splattered onto the thirsty ground below, only to sizzle and foam as it burned rather than soothed the ground's desperate need.

Khole unleashed his own volley at the creatures, seeming to make of it a game as arrows thumped into Lena's foe before it vanished, and into Oota's and Shaedravena's in turn, hoping to finish what each friend had started, but not quite managing to fell them. As before, one by one, the devils fled, vanishing instantly once the Guardians spent their fury, all but the one felled by Nolia, who spiraled gracelessly from the air before thumping hard into the ground.

Kurrhaaagn bellowed his challenge, his massive magnificent blade held aloft before himself as he raged at the cowardice of his foes and craved to lend his own blade to their slaughter but finding none which remained to face him. Instead, he stayed close to Nolia and the others, perchance to defend any sudden foes who might make an appearance as sudden as the others' disappearance.

Leilani, having at first brought her own bow to bear, hesitated as she watched the actions of her friends unfold and largely succeed at routing them in short order. At first she smiled and saved her shots for any errant target but soon found herself with none to shoot at. Her smile jerked and faded. Realization dawned on her and caused her eyes to grow wide as saucers as she took a single step back as if in abject horror.

"They are fleeing..." she said quietly.

"They are fleeing with teleportation!" her words rang louder this time for all to hear.

"I should have known this of our foes! I do know this! These fiends, they can bend time and space to relocate themselves anywhere in sight in a single instant! Why are they running to us? Why are we not engulfed even now in a sea of killing fiends, dead and defeated already? They do not need to cross the valley in this way! Why is this happening? Something is going to happen! Wait! Can you feel it? The rumbling! It is not the Pit Fiends' clarion call that shakes the ground thus nor the coming torrent of our foes! Do you feel it?"

As Leilani's words echoed from the distant cliffs, the Guardians did feel it. A low rumbling, one which they at first mistook for the rumblings of the coming fiendish army, intensified and became more insistent in it vibrations through the earth and onto their feet. Kurrhaaagn's sword came down slowly as his face became a near comical mask of sheer confusion.

Nunataq, the nanuq who had so brazenly streaked ahead of the fleeing Guardians, had halted his advance some way ahead of them and returned once more to Nanuq form and yelled at them quite loudly for all to hear:

"Beneath us! Something is coming!"
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Despite Oota's readiness and watchfulness, the battlefield refused to flow in a way that he expected. He knew that the wounds he had torn in the flesh of the devil were significant and a quick glance saw that his allies were similarly aggressive. Even from here he could see the blood on the snow. Without looking up, the rain of the gore spoke of the battle in the air. But the bloodrager didn't expect the enemy to flee without even trying to fight.

As Kurrhaaagn bellowed his challenge, Oota added in his own roar of frustration as he longed for the thrill of battle and the release of his raging emotions. The sound died away and was quickly replaced by the calls of Lady Leilani. The fiends could bend space and time, which was something he knew that he would have to account for if they survived the day. But more pressing was that something was coming from below. He looked toward the Hellish Army for a moment, then turned and moved quickly across the battlefield. Back to his companions in a position where he could safeguard them better.

Oota waited for a moment, his mind still trying to come up with a plan that could win the day but nothing came to him. He slammed the butt of his poleaxe against the ground, then looked to the others and shouted, "As ever I will stand as your bulwark against what comes Masters, but this battlefield is lost! We need to retreat! We need an army that can stand against this foe!" His voice, though speaking words of service, were filled with rage and power as his tainted blood boiled. But even with the rage, his next words held no small amount of hesitation, "When we are clear, I have a plan! And... and a confession."

With the words spoken, the ogrekin growled lowly and waited for the others to begin moving or for the unseen threat to appear, whichever came first. But he would dishonor himself if he fled before any of the others.
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They didn't have time for this, if they stopped to fight, they would be crushed under the wave of the advancing horde, and Winter racked her brain, trying to come up with a solution. If they could only make it to the cradle, but not everyone was still moving.

And then the earth began to move.

The sorceress paused for a moment, looking at the horde above them, and considering the unknown entity approaching from beneath. Were the devils scare of it? Running from it? Did they disturb something in the mines? There seemed to be three base possibilities. Whatever was coming was either an enemy, an ally, or indifferent to whoever or whatever it attacked. If it was an enemy, then that meant the devils were toying with them. If it was an ally, then they might just stand a chance, but if it was indifferent, they needed to get out of its way. What could they do though? If they took to the air, even if they had enough time for Winter to get everyone flying, the devils could just dispel the magic. The same went for invisibility, and a burrowing creature wouldn't depend on sight anyway. There were simply too many people for her to use her magic to move...

"We can't retreat," she yelled. "We'll never outrun them. Our best chance is still the Cradle, spread out and keep running!" She didn't wait to see if the others would listen to her, she led the charge herself. "Lena, come!" she called as she ran.


 

 
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Air Borne and Earth BoundThe arrows fired, her sisters, her tears, returned, and with them the blood stains of the creature felled and ravaged by her wrath, by her sister's deaths. Only the last, as it reappeared, did she catch in her hand and whisper a name, a single word from her lips in the space before disaster seemed to approach in another manner. "Katsura."

The ground shook though, even as those creatures which had descended upon them, those at least still able, vanished, recalled with an explanation Nolia heard, but did not quite understand. The threat below, whatever it might be, that she knew, that she understood though. Oota called first, Winter second, but for Nolia, she had not waited for either. Light steps as she bolted skyward, a wingless creature of earth of flora aloft now in the winds. The tendrils of her hair coiled and thronged about her face as she sought sight of the ground below, the sky above, a hunt, a search for both the new threat and a chance, a glimmer or sign. Olive eyes drifted to and fro, and with a sharp cry as she allowed herself to slowly sink back toward the earth, light as a leaf on the breeze, the only choice she could see.

"Onward Oota, onward all. The neck would be death from above, we must go to the Cradle or try..."





 

 
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SalvationA single dark shape soared so high above the roiling valley floor that to those below it would seem no more than a shapeless winged silhouette gliding majestically as it rode the gentle currents flowing smoothly through the northvalian airspace. Its mighty wings dipped first left then right and as it turned sharply against the current of warm air that pushed it forward out towards the northern rocky rim, the frantic masses of fiends shrieked their delight and bloodlust as they were driven towards ever ardent furor towards the sprinting desperate Guardians. Again, the Guardians lent might to foot and trundled through the deep slush and snow, every one gliding effortlessly atop the grasping mess as magic held them buoyant as they ran. Even Mikhaela's limbs pumped furiously as the group sought to race the coming menace from the west and the unknown horrors grasping at them from the depths below. Even as they ran, lifted though they were above the morass of snow, they felt the ground roaring its menace as they sought and struggled to keep what purchase they could to push their next desperate lunge towards Gaia's Cradle.

The ground lurched suddenly and violently.

The Guardians wavered as arms flailed and several of the Treants who ran with them fell. Leilani spread her wings wide and caught a draft of wind and caught Mikhaela as she lurched and lifted her above the roiling ground before she could fall. The Fiends were nearly upon them. Only moments remained as their shrieks and taunts grew to become the only sound the Guardians could hear above the frantic thrashing of their own beating hearts and the world-ending rumbling of the earth splitting in a dozen places a few mere steps beyond.

The Guardians lurched to a sudden halt as twelve gaping wounds in Gaia's crust bled open from the dark depths and began to spill forth its foul and furious secrets. Twelve impossibly long and large creatures slick and black as darkest night spewed forth from the depths, undulating madly as thousands of chitinous legs flailed and scrambled to propel their massive forms up and out of the broken ground. Nearly 100 feet in length, their tips were grotesque mockeries of what some mighty insect may have seemed, with mandibles wider even than their bloated writhing forms, and eyes which numbered half a dozen to a side of their oblong heads. They screeched as they soared slightly above the sludge-covered ground before slamming hard and fast into the deep morass, unhampered by the softened ground as they sped away from the belly of the earth.

The Guardians stood as frozen for the barest moment as the oblong creatures veered north and west to surround and engulf their path with their massive forms. Behind them, several more of the creatures, smaller than their forerunning brethren, spewed from the ground and veered East and south to block all path of egress the Guardians may have sought.

All but one.

Shaedravena and her larger progenitors, slammed into the ground among the Guardians, sending froth and slush to cover them from head to toe as a wave splashed onto them as they landed.

"Get on! We must fly!" said Aira Ru as she took Mikhaela and Leilani onto herself while the others all scrambled onto the other dragons' backs.

Oakenleaf, lending one giant branch to aid a fallen brethren stand, turned to Nolia and nodded.

"Go."

It was he said as he turned away from the Guardians and readied his kin to face what fate would come for them.

Still the torrent flowed from the rumbling valley, as half a hundred of the undulating creatures roiled and scampered over the frothy surface. Winter, clamouring onto one parental dragon's shoulders with Lena crouching near her, set her gaze upon the gargantuan creatures and thought:

"Remorhaz?" she thought, but shook her head as quickly in negation.

Too big. Many times too big to be the magical burrowing factories of heat and death. The colour was all wrong, too, and no sign of the burning red plates along their long bodies. These creatures certainly did resemble massive centipedes, however, so Winter could only guess that these things must be in some way related to their smaller northern terrors.

The Dragons took to the air, their wings slamming furiously into the slush and snow as they struggled to escape the earth's grasping gravity with all the heavy burdens they now carried. These were mighty Silver Dragons, however, and they soon lifted themselves, and their quarry over the roiling massive creatures amassing in the valley.

As Nolia stepped lightly onto air to find the Dragon's back, her gaze locked up and high above towards the distant floating figure which had seemingly signaled the frenetic fiendish masses. She knew that shape, glistening and dark, and knew it for the creature which had taken Adeledane. As the mass of creatures spewed from the ground, the shadow angel veered towards the west and plunged down and low towards his waiting subjects. The devils cheered his coming and just when the Guardians thought they were free and clear of the subterranean menace, a new foe erupted from the bowels of the earth and took to sky.

Massive winged creatures spewed in an endless torrent from the gaping maws within the earth, each a giant dragonfly with a black chitinous four-armed humanoid bug man straddled on its back. Hundreds of the creatures flew from the earth and blotted out the sky, speeding north then east and west faster even than the dragons coud have flown. The Guardians were surrounded even in the sky.

Despair. It clutched at their hearts like a vice and Nolia could feel her sister now, dying so nearby within the cradle's bower. So close yet so impossibly far.

Oota, though he had hesitated to mount the dragons, had acquiesced at last, knowing that standing and dying would do little to serve his masters and some chance might remain that he could serve them should they reach the cradle by some desperate stroke of luck. He saw the endless masses of insectoid creatures roiling from the depths of the earth and felt his pulse quicken with anticipation of what might come. Whatever came, he would be ready!

Just when the Guardians thought nothing that could now happen could possibly make things worse than they now were, they saw eight shapes dangling from the path behind the waterfall where the cradle's entrance hid. Eight Trolls writhing and wrangling as tentacles erupted from their form as they bubbled and spewed as they grew and grew and grew. To titanic size they grew as the Dragons swerved and ducked to evade the flying menace which had erupted around them. As the Dragons were about to spew forth what breath they could to pierce a path through the flying mass before them, the insectile creatures which were not quite dragonflies, ducked and veered and let a massive opening appear before them.

They did not attack.

"They do not attack us!

Leilani echoed the thoughts of every Guardian as glee and hope dared spring within their every racing heart. The Treants, having been left behind, had made a circle and stood side to side, ready to die against any foe which dared to strike, but the insectile creatures gave them wide a berth as possible and did not even seem intent on circling them. Instead, the masses of creatures, which numbered now in thousands and had shapes as varied as was surprising, seemed to form a wedge which now turned to face the coming menace from the west.

The Dragons, now facing eight of the gargantuan tentacled things which once were Trolls, veered and spread their wings to catch the air as they landed, unsure now where to go. Three more winged creatures sprung from the nearest crack rent in the valley floor, these seeming as massive moths with wingspans half again as wide and long as the dragons', and coloured in shades of red, purple and black which patterned in the most beautiful of shapes upon their wingspans. As they crested and turned towards the Guardians, three more shapes came to view atop them.

A voice pierced the air from among the Guardians, louder and more piercing than any shriek the group had heard this day. It was Kurrhaaagn and above his head he held his sword and utter glee was spread upon his beaming face.

"Delvron!" he cried.

Salvation had arrived.

Delvron, flanked by Greywolff and a tall and glistening bug man, not unlike the ones which rode atop the dragonflies but somehow taller and leaner as he sat his saddle and grasped a long barbed staff wrought of blackened metal, came to them and landed a smile radiant upon his face as he launched himself at Leilani in a warm embrace. Only then did the Guardians see a woman had sat behind him, radiant, blonde and beautiful, winged and resplendant as Leilani as her angelic heritage lay in full display for all to see. Time seemed to have stopped for the Guardians but it soon became apparent that the thousands of insectile creatures which had so dramatically heralded Delvron's arrival were now locked in battle with the writhing mass of Fiends while those flying high above locked arms with the Ashmede who dared to stand before them.

"Leilani, this is Helena. My wife. The other, is Dzidvidzias, ruler and deity to the Dzid. They'll have this army cleared presently."

The tall dark man with angel wings turned towards the Guardians and spotted Nolia. He flashed that thigh weakening grin and turned the full brunt of it at the Dryad and extended out his arms to her in greeting.

"Nolia! I am so glad that you are well!"

Delvron laughed when he saw his good friend Greywolff trapped in Kurrhaaagn's arms and when at last the wolfen man escaped the giddy Troll's embrace he stepped to Nolia a look of deep concern upon his bearded face.

"We will find your sister."

With a casual air which belied the danger they all now were in, Delvron turned towards the massive mutated Trolls and jerked his chin towards them.

"We should get to work then. We'll take care of the Trolls. You lot run past them and save Adeledane. Kurrhaaagn, you stay with us. The Treants will watch our backs while we fight but I expect no trouble. Dzidvidzias' boys should make short work of these encroachers. You guys go ahead and save Nolia's sister. We'll have time to exchange more greetings later."

With that, Delvron unsheathed his dual Bastard Swords and turned towards the Troll-like foes, cracking his neck first to one side, then the other, before taking flight with Greywolff, Helena, Dzidvidzias and Kurrhaaagn in toe.
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Even though Oota stood ready to try to hold back anything to give the others time to begin the retreat, it quickly became clear that they would not listen. Lady Winter yelled back and The Beast closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that the battle could not be won, but he also didn't have the right to force the others to do anything. He still knew he was right, but nobody even stopped to consider it. He looked toward the cradle, then the horde and he nodded and waved the others on, "Go, go! I'll take rearguard!"

The powerful warrior waited until everyone was moving before leaving his place. He ran close to the others, though a step behind and another step closer to the enemy than the others. If they were stopped, he desperately wanted to take the blow and hopefully stem the tide. But even in his rage, or perhaps because of it, his thoughts rushed through his head in a mix of anger and despair, 'Why is that woman so stubborn!? Every step I take, my willingness to fight and to die. Even with her support earlier, action has laid it all bare. We are not equals. I suppose I should thank her for the reminder.'

His jaw clenched. He wanted to accept his place as he always had, but his discontent and ire suggested otherwise. He wanted them to accept him as he was, though he found the idea painful. Because it was impossible. He couldn't be anything other than what he was, hardly any better than the individual members of the horde he meant to oppose.

Though his passions continued to surge just as violently as the lurching of the ground, Oota kept moving and kept encouraging the others to move. Even as the insect-like aberrations broke through the ground, the ogrekin fought the urge to rush them. He had to spurn the desire for battle, because he had to stand by the Masters, even if they were stubborn and infuriating. But the enemies move east and south, as if to cut off all retreat and Oota was allowed what might be his last real thought, 'Maybe I'll be allowed to die in battle after all.'

But even as Oota prepared once more to fight, Aira Ru and her parents landed roughly in their midst. The Bloodwatch recalled his earlier idea to fly to the Cradle, and now the idea was spoken again. And his newfound tree-friends encouraged them sadly. The ogrekin nodded and added his own voice, "Go masters! There isn't time to lose." He waited as he looked sadly to the Treants. And he knew that he wanted to stand with them at that moment, and he wondered which would be the worse fate - to die a hero or to return to his old life when this was all done.

Even as his desires and anguish surfaced, the black creatures that had emerged from the earth like a plague took to the sky. The land seemed to darken as the light was obscured by their numbers. Then Oota's eyes moved to look at the dark angel, likely the one that Nolia had spoken of before. He roared again, and this time it seemed as if the rage and the pain clashed to potentially reveal the unseen battle in his soul. But as much as he wished to fight, he knew that his life wasn't his own to do with as he pleased. He still had a duty to the others. And he finally joined the others on the backs of the silver dragons.

In the air, Oota kept himself ready to strike with his impossibly long arms. But hope faded even more when he spotted the tentacled troll monstrosities over toward the waterfall. But even as everything seemed hopeless, the near dragonfly things parted and nothing moved to attack. Oota was in shock, unable to voice what Leilani cried out. Oota held on tight as he let his rage fade, feeling dizzy and exhausted. The dragons continued, flying evasively, and the ogrekin waited, determined to be ready when he would be needed again.

Even as Oota tried to dispel his fatigue, the shout of Kurrhaaagn pierced the sky, but this time it was a sound that brought hope with it. The troll had spoked of waiting for Delvron and Greywolff. And it seemed that they had come. And with them was a surprisingly friendly seeming creature and an angelic woman that reminded him of Leilani in her splendor. Oota ripped his red eyes away from her as one of them spoke, and Oota watched in surprise as the insectoid army moved against the fiends.

Oota grimaced in pain as it appeared that he was wrong when he supposed that the field was lost. But then, he couldn't have predicted this. The path was set now. The others would take the field, and the guardians would continue to move to where Adeledane was. Oota remained quiet as he recovered from his latest assault of feeling and he berated himself in his thought. His only worth was in protecting and helping the Guardians. And soon, when things settled enough, he would have to explain his most painful secret to them. Unless they forgot about his own words about a confession. He almost hoped that in the quick series of surprises that they had.
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On Angel's Wings and Demon's BreathNolia had not descended, not drifted back to the quivering earth from whence she had ascended. A leaf on the breeze, her drop lead her closer to Oota than the others. There was heat in her eyes, a wild flame, the glimmers of the lionness before she ravaged her prey, brought down the creature who had threatened her lands. Teeth bared, she looked to the Ogre-kin a moment, a nod, a silent understanding as she turned to face the tide, a slight creature to stand at the vanguard, to defend in the retreat. This was not her first moment of desperation, it perhaps might be her last, but the cusp of death had loomed over the creature for too long, had lingered and seeped into her being, that it no longer birthed the same desolation it once had. No, Nolia still ached, still throbbed with the broken heart of the Mother, but she would not bow, she would not yield to the Dark Angel, to his spawned horrors, she would defy until the end.

Chaos erupted, the violence of wind, the disorientation of allies and enemies, of the earth and sky, all coalescing into a moment, the last bid of salvation. She knew, she knew that to retreat to the mouth of the valley from whence they had come was to be crushed from above, and yet ahead, was it any better? There was the comparison of slim chance to none, and her doubt rose once more as the Treants motioned, waved her and those she had brought with her away. Ruddy tears rolled down her cheeks, even as the mask of pure ice and defiance remained in place.

A rend of violence, the earth disgorged its sickness, inky black and burning, and with it her gaze rose skyward once more. She had sensed him, felt it there above, but now her eyes drifted up, a scream of defiance as she skipped lightly onto the back of the waiting dragon. The violence below her was lost in the moment those dark eyes watched, waited and then witnessed the descent of the Dark One, a violent hatred painted across her delicate features, body taunt and muscles rippled in the resistance, the refusal to give in to her urge to fire, to launch, to do anything at He who had ruined, had ravaged all she held dear and now, now lured her onward, now tormented and brutally used her sister, the Eldest to crush and maim the Source Tree, the gift of life.




To soar on the wings of dragons, another time, another place, Nolia might have reveled in it, the true embrace of the winds, to lose herself to the flow of the air as it coiled about her, caressed, a lover's touch. And still she stood, light and sure at her place, weapon drawn and ready as with a growing bewilderment, the ebb and flow of all that roiled folded back, recoiled and spread. It was only when the others reacted to something before them that she had looked, had seen the creatures, the low, feral growl in her throat lost to the winds...

And then...

They flew, creatures, a threat, a risk a... They did not seem though to be of the same darkness, the same sickly taint as what Nolia felt behind her, and thus her bow lowered ever so slightly. Confusion slowed her response and it was Kuur and not she who truly recognized that which had appeared before them. A name, a cry and her eyes flew wide, they yet lived, and if they, then... then perhaps, perhaps this was not yet the time for her final stand, the final defiance of Gaia's daughter.

The dragons made their slow sweep to land as the creatures, things of another kind spilled forth onto the battlefield to wage their own war, yet Nolia did not wait. A single step from the back set the lithe Dryad to float toward the ground, to allow herself the moment to leave her world to the wind, the breath of Gaia which had seemed to flow so strongly in her veins, to course through her heart and drive her to the heights. By the time she had lit upon the earth once more, the battle had fully engaged behind her, though Nolia's attention was for those she had thought lost, an expression of confused awe at the display before her, the creature who seemed every bit the antithesis of the Dark One and the faces of those who had brought hope and then faded, lost to the depths of despair.

Kurr was delighted, Nolia was conflicted. And yet there was still, these mans had been a catalyst, that when she had set out, alone of her kin, that she had known of them, had opened her to dare to speak, to trust those who she had now brought with her. Her gaze slid toward the others as a welcome, a greeting was placed. She seemed unable, unwilling to truly settle, and despite the wide smile, the welcome offer of Delvron, she felt once more at a loss, the creature who had remained apart from her sisters, who had watched the world move, unsure just of why the wind had stirred in her heart, had left her drifting. Those bright eyes drifted around as she took a slow step toward those who she had thought dead. They lit upon Oota a moment, the smallest tilt of her head, a nod of one warrior to another, slid over Winter and Lena with a ghost of a smile and rested on Mitah. There was a small flick as she sought Khole as well, and it seemed only they she was able to face the other half of those who had come to the aid of the Dryads, whether they had initially known that result or otherwise.

"Delvron. Greywolf. Badwanis? " The last was spoken in a whisper as Nolia sought he who had made Eldest smile, had returned, even if only for a moment, the light within Adèlédané. There was not enough force in Delvron's smile to draw light from her eyes as her jaw tightened, assumptions perhaps, but was it wrong to think that yet another had fallen, and why, why must it have been the man-kind that had brought light to Eldest. There was no real moment for her to ask, to voice the words nor explain anything. He spoke, they must, she could feel it now, closer now, the Source Tree as it throbbed in pain, in sickness, and with it, she knew Adèlédané lay, twisted and tormented. There was yet a battle to fight.




The battle swelled behind them, a rejoining and a split once more as the Guardians were left to the mouth of the cave, of Gaia's throat and the Source Tree within. A small shudder rolled through Nolia's form as she turned to those who had accompanied her, had fought alongside and had welcomed into their midst the fey creature. "We go, the threat is still, they wait there, the darkness within the caves, please?" Firm determination faded into a soft plea that they indeed would follow her, would face the unknown ahead rather than stand against the threat behind them. Nolia knew the way, she could cross the distance now with her eyes closed, this was home, in its sickness and ruination, it was still home and the siren call, the need to defend her sister, or worse, to release her from her agony, it could not be denied, oh but she wished, she so willed that she would not have to face it alone.

If they would follow, she would lead. Across the ruined waters which had once been crystalline and pure, the choked waterfall, poisoned and filth laden, through this she would lead, draw them to where the Mouth opened, to where the Source Tree and Adèlédané, to where the unknown threat and sickness waited.




 

 

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The next few minutes were a desperate race, chaotic, and unlike anything Winter had ever experienced before. Lena, still invisible for a while longer, landed next to her, and she reached out with one hand, drawing comfort from her constant companion. She racked her brain, trying to think of something she could do, anything, to help them reach the cradle, but no matter what she considered, there were just too many Guardians, and that wasn't even to mention the ents. She didn't want to leave anybody behind.

More than once, she drew on her magic, willing a miracle, willing it to present them with a solution, but she felt the same block every time. The only helpful spells are two levels higher than she can cast, so no hero point usage.She just wasn't strong enough. She silently cursed herself. If she hadn't been so caught up in self-pity for those years, if she had focused on developing her powers instead of running from her past, she could have done something now. But she hadn't, so they had to run, and hope. She sent a prayer to Gaia, asking for strength, for help, for a path so they could reach Nolia's sister and defeat this scourge.

When the ground shuddered and opened up around them, spewing forth the creatures of nightmare, Winter felt her heart drop. She was going to have to choose who to take with her, who to slip through space and time past these new enemies and toward the Cradle. At least, so she thought. But then, the chaos expanded. The dragons landed, those who could fly took to the air, and the rest clamored onto their backs. "Thank you," she called out to Shaedravena and her parents as she gripped on. No sooner had they taken to the air then a new army appeared, and in the ensuing minutes, it seemed all was lost. Now there were too many for Winter to escape, even by herself.

Thankfully, the new arrivals were not their enemies, and it seemed that her earlier prayer had been answered, at least in some form. Allies. Delvron, Greywolff, those she had heard about, and with them an army to face the legions of devils.

She smiled at the quick and unexpected reunion, but they didn't have much time. "Thank you all, we owe you our lives, but we must hurry," she said. When Nolia turned to them, seeming unsure if they would help, she took her hand. "We're with you, lead the way. Let's go save your sister."

She spared a glance toward Oota. With the time they had spent together, she was beginning to be able to read his expressions, his posture, and she knew she needed to apologize, to make things right, but there wasn't time for that now. She shook her head, focusing on the task ahead, and giving Nolia's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go. Leilani, if there's any way you can think of for me to help, please let me know. I can pour healing into Adeledane, but I don't know how else to help her..."


 

 
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