Saturday, October 3, 2015

“Erythis! Get back!” The old knight bellowed worriedly as his fiery tressed companion charged their opponent. The clack of heels echoed off the cavernous chamber they battled in, and her crimson robes billowed out behind her, pale calves peeking out with each footfall. Her staff was held in both hands, almost like a pike, though was engulfed in flames. Though Vynlarion’s protestations fell on deaf ears as she hurried past him and toward the towering foe before them.

The enormous room around them stretched fifty feet in either direction, the walls rounded into a perfect circle and arching up to a dome fifty feet above them. From the peak of the ceiling hung a chandelier which was arranged in circular layers, the fattest of which was at the centre. Candles flickered on each level, casting long, ominous shadows around them.

Vynlarion’s face contorted in anger and concern as Erythis moved, his own form covered in heavy golden plate and a crimson cloak, torn and ragged, hung off his back. A broadsword, also dark red in colouration, was held in one hand. Erythis was in little better shape, her crimson robe, intended to be light and airy, was heavy with her own blood. The garment was torn, revealing blood stained pale skin. Runes danced across her figure whilst the Light danced off the knight’s armour.

Equally red hair billowed out around the triumphant figure, her body covered in a silver, skin tight fabric, revealing every curve and accentuation. Looming over even the already tall Vynlarion and Erythis, their exotic foe seemed a giant in comparison. In one fell swoop, their pale skinned enemy grasped the conflagrating staff, stopping the fiery sorceress. A shockwave of magic echoed outward, rippling robes and cloaks alike.

Vynlarion was forced a step back, his cloak and hair billowing outward, the grasped staff cracking down its length. “Let go, curse you!” He commanded, feeling entirely powerless as the two mages battled. However, as Erythis looked back to him, her staff shattered, and she was sent through the air before collapsing into a heap.

Blood pooled around the fiery haired lady. Trembling as she tried to stand, she failed and collapsed downward, her verdant eyes looking mournfully to Vynlarion, her head leaking blood from her forehead, covering half her face in misery. “Erythis!” The silver hair lord bellowed, hurrying to her side. However an explosion of pain erupted in his midsection. Grey locks tumbling forward, he found a staff, the one owned by their enemy, impaled through his stomach.

Collapsing forward, he found himself face to face with Erythis, her eyes dim and unfocused. “Erythis,” Vynlarion spoke weakly, his gauntleted hand reaching out to hers, grasping it weakly. Their foe slowly circled them, as silent as she had always been. “I am sorry…” He coughed, blood oozing out of his mouth, “… to get you into this…”

Her eyes flickered toward him, a moment of recognition passing over her face, “My dear knight, do not fret…” Her voice was quiet, weak, but somehow calmed the dying man. “Our pain is almost over…” She rested her head against the cobblestone below them, looking over at the imperious foe that had so easily bested them. “But what of her… My… other?” Erythis looked back to her companion questioningly.

Vynlarion nodded, his own body being numb below his ribcage. He slung himself over her, and grasped a small trinket clipped to her waist. Tumbling off the sorceress, he lay on his back, his body a useless waste of flesh at this point. “You will not win…!” His voice, with the dregs of the nobility he could muster, commanded a spell, catching the pale enemy off guard, she was hurled toward them. A knife was procured and her ear hacked in two. Screaming in agony, Vynlarion’s chest was instantaneously crushed and he cried out in pain. “Erythis, I’ve never said it, but I—“ he was cut off as their foe forced him further into the cobblestones, his armour shattering.


“I know…” She whispered, “Just do it.” At her behest, the knight crushed the trinket, a small hourglass, and the severed ear. “We’ll meet again, even if we don’t know it…” Vynlarion offered her an earnest smile before the entire room went white. One hand loosely draped over a gauntleted one, the last thing either of them heard was an earsplitting scream as the entire room went white. 

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