05-21-2022, 04:55 AM
Gobain looked up from the ground. He had not eaten in days and sleep was hard to come by. His vision swayed slightly as fine-dressed Dwarf came striding into the room, followed by a very tall man wearing fine silks and leathers in a golden hue. The High King had, unfortunately, come for him.
“They’re here. Just behind the tapestries,” Gobain managed to croak out in a hoarse voice as lightning streaked from behind him – the High King and his bard dodging off to separate sides.
The tapestries seemed to ripple on an unseen wind as four Fomorian guards materialized from nothing, appearing beside the woven cloths. The one in red armor held up a familiar device – two metal orbs flying from its top bracket.
The balls landed with a thud and two silvery lashes leaped from the casings. The things seemed to have a mind of their own as they flew threw the air – seeking out their prey. High King Lugh danced back several strides before throwing up an invisible wall, causing one of the silvery things to clang to the ground with little fanfare.
The bard disappeared entirely – much like the Fomorians – but the other silvery thing seemed to see past the trick as it sailed through the air. Abcan appeared at the last moment before firing his crossbow at the thing – knocking it from flight and sending it crashing to the ground.
Gobain felt the urge to rise up and strike out against the one that held the wooden instrument. The thing around his neck held him in check; he could no more rise up than he could remove the thing. His eyes flashed to the one with the instrument and a flickering caught his eye. The stranger with the instrument wore a bracelet much like the thing around Gobain’s own neck.
Two more balls of metal shot out from the instrument as the stranger cursed, “By Bres, why won’t you fail!?”
“He gave the goat away. I’m afraid you were right this whole time, Ab,” The High King announced as he danced away from one of the orbs, presumably using the Light to nullify the orb before it could launch – as it sat dully upon the ground.
“Well, I didn’t want to be the first to say it. Grab him and summon your Barge,” The Bard replied.
High King Lugh smirked before Gobain felt the pressure release from around his neck.
The thing had clattered to the ground and footsteps sounded in the doorway.
“I see more dogs have shown up to break you out of your kennel,” called a familiar voice. Shivers crept down Gobain’s spine.
“They’re here. Just behind the tapestries,” Gobain managed to croak out in a hoarse voice as lightning streaked from behind him – the High King and his bard dodging off to separate sides.
The tapestries seemed to ripple on an unseen wind as four Fomorian guards materialized from nothing, appearing beside the woven cloths. The one in red armor held up a familiar device – two metal orbs flying from its top bracket.
The balls landed with a thud and two silvery lashes leaped from the casings. The things seemed to have a mind of their own as they flew threw the air – seeking out their prey. High King Lugh danced back several strides before throwing up an invisible wall, causing one of the silvery things to clang to the ground with little fanfare.
The bard disappeared entirely – much like the Fomorians – but the other silvery thing seemed to see past the trick as it sailed through the air. Abcan appeared at the last moment before firing his crossbow at the thing – knocking it from flight and sending it crashing to the ground.
Gobain felt the urge to rise up and strike out against the one that held the wooden instrument. The thing around his neck held him in check; he could no more rise up than he could remove the thing. His eyes flashed to the one with the instrument and a flickering caught his eye. The stranger with the instrument wore a bracelet much like the thing around Gobain’s own neck.
Two more balls of metal shot out from the instrument as the stranger cursed, “By Bres, why won’t you fail!?”
“He gave the goat away. I’m afraid you were right this whole time, Ab,” The High King announced as he danced away from one of the orbs, presumably using the Light to nullify the orb before it could launch – as it sat dully upon the ground.
“Well, I didn’t want to be the first to say it. Grab him and summon your Barge,” The Bard replied.
High King Lugh smirked before Gobain felt the pressure release from around his neck.
The thing had clattered to the ground and footsteps sounded in the doorway.
“I see more dogs have shown up to break you out of your kennel,” called a familiar voice. Shivers crept down Gobain’s spine.