I've got this bis ass werewolf dragging me around through the woods, hour on fucking hour of just being hauled about like a sack. And suddanly my furry badass is throwing me through the air like so many potatoes.
Now, I am not usually a clumsy person. Usually, upon finding myself tummbling through the air for whatever reason, I can land gracefully enough or roll to take the impact.
Today, apperantly, I was not exactly at my peak. Because ever single time this big oaf hurled me, I landed wrong.
And then, as if my day wasn't already just at it's peachy keen tippy top following what we both thought was an attack by a moving black- shadow?- I found myself again flung on my face with King's paw- foot?- on my back. And utterly surrounded by people that seemed to be half-animal, half-human.
I've only seen one of these before, but the others had explained them to me. They demanded I come with them, but King, my newfound weregaurd- he was to stay. So, there in followed a breif- um, debate- in which I sort of lost my head- hey, I was flustered!- and told him to 'stay'. I'd meant it as a request. It came out more like a demand.
For the fourth time that day, I washurled through the air like a stick. And he was gone.
This beautiful, freaky- as-hell group of what I assumed were people then lead me to a nearby tree, and, placeing a hand on it, opened it up. Yeah, you got that right. They opened the freakin' tree like a door.
Now, if I hadn't already seen some weird shit at least since I fell in with this lot, I'd have been blown away. As it stood, tree- tunnels I could live with. even if the thing did rip up out of the earth like it was gonna start walking.
We went down in there, and came out- somewhere else.
The Grove, they called it, and my little group had refered to it by the same name a while back. A huge, rather pretty area, shaped like a big bowl. There were more of these creatures everywhere- and damn if I wasn't starting to feel a little outnumbered and wanting King. They were mostly sparring, though a few were huddled in the center speaking in another language.
I felt a little better when I saw Lim, Ann, Shane, and Shane's big ape headed into this same area on the other side. I got handed off to them like so many unwanted items- thank fuck for that- and my abductors moved off.
We were lead into a pathway covered in utterly gorgeouse flowers, just to name one of the eye catching things. But all amazment I had for anything I was seeing was lost when we came to the real attraction.
At first all I was aware of was big. Big, big, fucking huge, big as hell, could squish me without a thought, big ass creature.
I bit down hard on the temptation to hide behind Lim. I'm no coward, but when faced with something that huge- gark. Just- eek. Usually things that size are wicked mean or stupid. Both, if you're unlucky. Just enough of thelater and not enough of the former to bother you, if you're lucky.
This one, though, once I got over the shock and terror of seeing him, was- differant.
This one, I thought, must have been magnificent, once.
Even now, clearly weak and seemingly ill, he commanded an air of respect and dignity. He was a moose, or moose- person, with antlers stretching up into the trees above him and then almost becoming the branches of those trees. When he lifted his head and spoke, his voice echoed powerfully around us, rocking me to my bones.
He told us of the evil we already knew existed- of the spider- later, we found out she wasn't at all, but rather something called a Spindler- that had captured Illoria. We had captured it, in turn, and this mamoth creature explained to us that her allies were on their way to the monistary we were holed up at to free her.
It was so strange. He spoke as if we deserved some measure of respect, a chance to show what we were made of. He said, if we could win this battle, we would have an army at our backs- we would have this race's support.
I felt like a dust speck on this thing's hoof. I felt- insignificent, to say the least. Ann, Lim, Shane, even Illoria- they are all brave and proud. They fight to protect those that can not, and they are unwilling to submit to those they find unworthy.
They're worth more then I'll ever be.
I'm not saying I'm going to go hang myself tomarrow. I'm not that pathetic. Hell, I'm a fuck of a good fighter, I think, and I can talk my way around almost anyone, assuming I don't get pissy.
But I- I'm not brave, usually. I'm no hero, certianly. If it'll save my ass, I'll kiss your boots, unless I think I can kick your ass- or I think you're not a threat.
I don't care about many things, anymore. It's hard, when everything in the world just seems so- callouse and- and-
Ah, hell, look at me. Going off on a tangent. I can't even phrase myself right in written shit. Stupid moose.
Anyway. We finally got back and started setting up for the battle to come. I stalked the woods, looking for King, and ended up yelping out an appology and a plea to the air. But I knew he was there. I could feel it; I just knew. He wouldn't have gone far. King- he doesn't seem like the sort of guy that would drop his responsibility so fast.
And fuck, even if he is, he was told to protect us. And this is a mutual enemy.
I went back in, helped plan. Then I went out and tried once more. And again, I just- I knew he'd heard me. I just did, don't ask how.
But then it was nightfall, and too late for anything but hope.
The spider- Spindler- turned out to be seintent, and when she heard us talking about killing her to end this whole mess, she got even more pissed off. So bargining with her was a no-go.
And then we had no real choice but to take up position and get ready.
King's howl warned us. I knew he'd be there.
There were six of them. Females, all of 'em, and fuckin' able to use magic- all but maybe one- we could tell once they got up close. Way too fucking close, if you ask me.
They sicked animals on us, first. Scorpions. Big ass bastards, too, like a dog's size. Scary as fuck to look at, but not much threat it turned out. Whack, whack, and down they went. They had a nasty sting, though, if you let the little shits get in close enough.
Then came the fun part.
Our girls moved in for the kill. Slip, slip, and we were surrounded. To make matters worse, they threw magic around like I hurl around curse words; first they undid the protection Lim put on us, then they went straight in for the sorcerrer and the archer.
Guess they thought lil' ol' me wasn't as worth it. Their mistake. Oh, they aimed for me, alright, and kicked me around- I took my fair share of fuckin' a, that hurts, you bitch! during that fight. But they generally went for the two more obviouse threats. They nearly put both of them down, too- thank fuck for the barrier a bunch of druids inside our monistary were keepin' up. A quick step in there and they both could get a second wind. The woman did something that made their arms utterly useless, but thankfully they both didn't nessicarily need arms to kill.
I took down the first one, and all three of us together the second; Ann tripped her, I stabbed her, and Lim caught her with magic, his arms coming back. The next few were the same; and we fell into something of a pattern.
And then they attacked the damned barrier. And fuck if they didn't almost bring the son of a bitch down. We were told not to let that thing fall; we almost did anyway. Barely killed the last little shit before she dropped it.
The last two cowardly fucks ran away.
We only heard one scream.
King's pretty fucking efficent.
But I'm glad- I'm so fucking, sickeningly glad- that one, at least, was afraid before she died.
Mess with us, bitch, and no one fucking gets away alive to brag about it. Not anymore. Not with everything that's at stake. I don't like to fight, prefer to talk my way out of shit, but once I decide you're dead, you're dead.
They should be glad King ate them. I would have made it much slower. Or worse, given them to Ann.
Our elf is caught in worse bloodlust then I am. She slit their throats and stepped on the bodies, looted them, and spat before they burned in the sunlight of the next day. She is still not happy, even with our victory.
The first battle was over, then. King slipped into the woods, Shane and this leapordess I've met once collapsed after holding that barrier all damn night. We started cleaning up. Started....preparing for round two. Lim left to get reinforcements.
I think we're gonna need them.
I'm terrified. Scared of this so much I feel nasueouse, even with an army of those beast-creatures at our back and Lim getting more help.
We could die, doing this.
But I'm going along with it, anyway. May as well go out in a blaze of glory. Erm, kind of, anyway.
I'd rather not go out at all, thanks.
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