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<blockquote data-quote="Enkhidu" data-source="post: 312952" data-attributes="member: 351"><p>It's time for a new (if short) post!</p><p></p><p>I was finally able to finish my turn in the ENWWC (see sig for link), and, lo and behold, found that my cohort dshai527 and I had enough juice left over to rough out the next post. After some spit, polish, and cooperative rewites, here it is!</p><p></p><p>By the way, we've decided that the story is best served by POV switches on a very regular basis, and we're trying to figure out who YOU, the readers, want to see the story through.</p><p></p><p>If you have a request to see this thing through the eyes of other party members, now is the time to ask (we've already heard from Mr. Pink in this regard, but more opinions can only help! And it should be obvious that we cater to our audience from the POV in the next post!)!</p><p></p><p>And without further ado...</p><p></p><p>Enjoy!</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>With a crack of the quarterstaff, Ander finished off the last of the rats that had assaulted him. His body ached from the many bruises and scratches that the creatures had inflicted but as his mentor, Wrothgar, had told him, ‘any fight you can walk away from is a good fight.’ The woodsman watched as Ashrem broke from the impromptu battlefield in quick pursuit of the last fleeing rat. He had never seen the feloine so enraged and determined: ever since the day he had found him half-dead in a snow bank a year ago, his friend always seemed so calm, almost placid. The young ranger turned to give chase but his knee buckled beneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground. </p><p></p><p>A quick look down at his legs told the young warrior that his injuries were more serious than he had imagined. Blood soaked through his trousers turning the tan cotton a bright crimson and his knee seemed to be swelling. </p><p></p><p>“Ashrem, wait for us!” The woodsman cried out to the feloine, trying once again to stand and give chase. However, it appeared that his call fell on deaf ears as the feloine continued on his course and followed the rat down the twisting iron stairs. </p><p></p><p>He swore as his leg again failed to support his weight sinking him back down to one knee. “Black Lord’s Bones, Ash!” Suddenly, a large, calloused hand grasped his shoulder, pushing the woodsman back to the ground before he could react. </p><p></p><p>“Hold still son, you have a nasty one there.” Brother Theo rumbled, as he ripped open Anders pants leg to reveal a grotesque bite mark: the bite was coated with some form of green liquid and it oozed blood like a small spring. The young warrior watched as Theo placed his hands over the wound and chanted a quick prayer to Zuras, the storm lord. Without knowing why, Ander lay still, trusting the worldly priest as he would his own father. </p><p></p><p>“<em>Mists of the Storm, heal the flesh as you heal the soil</em>.” Theo chanted and Ander felt a soothing sensation, like morning dew, cover the wound on his leg and creep over his entire body. When the priest removed his hands from the bite mark, only a small scar was present. “I think I got to it before the infection could take hold. And now, my boy, we give chase!”</p><p></p><p>Ander felt the strength of the aging priest, as he was yanked to his feet and pulled toward the staircase. As the priest continued down the stairs, Ander paused to look over the railing to spy Ashrem. The woodsman saw his friend on the third landing about halfway down the switchback staircase and he watched as four more of the giant rats burst from the soft soil of the plateau wall out onto the stairs, surrounding the feloine. Seeing his friend in danger, Ander wasted no time in turning and springing down the stairs. The ranger could feel his step lengthen effortlessly as the wondrous powers of Icemantle’s boots, strengthened his legs and propelled him forward in long leaps. He quickly passed Theo on the winding trip down as each of his strides covered several steps, bringing him closer to the side of his feloine companion. </p><p></p><p>“Ander, Don’t! The stairs are unstable!” Ander heard Ashrem roar as the woodsman jumped towards the second landing, Brother Theo close behind him. Unable to stop himself in mid-leap, the young woodsman tried to aim himself for the middle of the landing where he could try to balance himself if the feloine’s fears about the stairs were true; but as his weight impacted the iron surface, the entire landing shifted and pulled outward from the wall. Ander gripped the rail and managed to hold his position on the precarious precipice, but the young woodsman looked on in horror as Brother Theo was unable to follow suit and pitched over the side, arms flailing. </p><p></p><p>Ander wrapped a leg around the railing and reached out for Theo, but all the woodsman was able to grasp was the empty space the priest used to occupy. Each second became a lifetime to the tracker as he watched his priestly companion tumble towards the ground. He looked on helplessly as Theo tried to grab the railing of the next landing down, where Ashrem was engaged with several rats. The aging cleric managed to grab a hold of the iron floor of the landing as he plummeted, and was able to maintain his grip on the unstable stairs; but the split second of added weight by the priest, combined with that of the dueling combatants, mirrored the effects of the first shifting landing, and sent another shock through the staircase as it strained against it’s moorings.</p><p></p><p> Ander shifted his weight, balancing himself against the motion of the lurching switchback, and felt his stomach turn as he watched Theo and a trio of rats pitch away from the iron railing, spiraling toward the rocky rift floor.</p><p></p><p>*****</p><p></p><p>Tune in next timefor ...</p><p></p><p>"Stairs Make the Worst Battlefields," or "Ground Floor, Everybody Off!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Enkhidu, post: 312952, member: 351"] It's time for a new (if short) post! I was finally able to finish my turn in the ENWWC (see sig for link), and, lo and behold, found that my cohort dshai527 and I had enough juice left over to rough out the next post. After some spit, polish, and cooperative rewites, here it is! By the way, we've decided that the story is best served by POV switches on a very regular basis, and we're trying to figure out who YOU, the readers, want to see the story through. If you have a request to see this thing through the eyes of other party members, now is the time to ask (we've already heard from Mr. Pink in this regard, but more opinions can only help! And it should be obvious that we cater to our audience from the POV in the next post!)! And without further ado... Enjoy! ***** With a crack of the quarterstaff, Ander finished off the last of the rats that had assaulted him. His body ached from the many bruises and scratches that the creatures had inflicted but as his mentor, Wrothgar, had told him, ‘any fight you can walk away from is a good fight.’ The woodsman watched as Ashrem broke from the impromptu battlefield in quick pursuit of the last fleeing rat. He had never seen the feloine so enraged and determined: ever since the day he had found him half-dead in a snow bank a year ago, his friend always seemed so calm, almost placid. The young ranger turned to give chase but his knee buckled beneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground. A quick look down at his legs told the young warrior that his injuries were more serious than he had imagined. Blood soaked through his trousers turning the tan cotton a bright crimson and his knee seemed to be swelling. “Ashrem, wait for us!” The woodsman cried out to the feloine, trying once again to stand and give chase. However, it appeared that his call fell on deaf ears as the feloine continued on his course and followed the rat down the twisting iron stairs. He swore as his leg again failed to support his weight sinking him back down to one knee. “Black Lord’s Bones, Ash!” Suddenly, a large, calloused hand grasped his shoulder, pushing the woodsman back to the ground before he could react. “Hold still son, you have a nasty one there.” Brother Theo rumbled, as he ripped open Anders pants leg to reveal a grotesque bite mark: the bite was coated with some form of green liquid and it oozed blood like a small spring. The young warrior watched as Theo placed his hands over the wound and chanted a quick prayer to Zuras, the storm lord. Without knowing why, Ander lay still, trusting the worldly priest as he would his own father. “[I]Mists of the Storm, heal the flesh as you heal the soil[/I].” Theo chanted and Ander felt a soothing sensation, like morning dew, cover the wound on his leg and creep over his entire body. When the priest removed his hands from the bite mark, only a small scar was present. “I think I got to it before the infection could take hold. And now, my boy, we give chase!” Ander felt the strength of the aging priest, as he was yanked to his feet and pulled toward the staircase. As the priest continued down the stairs, Ander paused to look over the railing to spy Ashrem. The woodsman saw his friend on the third landing about halfway down the switchback staircase and he watched as four more of the giant rats burst from the soft soil of the plateau wall out onto the stairs, surrounding the feloine. Seeing his friend in danger, Ander wasted no time in turning and springing down the stairs. The ranger could feel his step lengthen effortlessly as the wondrous powers of Icemantle’s boots, strengthened his legs and propelled him forward in long leaps. He quickly passed Theo on the winding trip down as each of his strides covered several steps, bringing him closer to the side of his feloine companion. “Ander, Don’t! The stairs are unstable!” Ander heard Ashrem roar as the woodsman jumped towards the second landing, Brother Theo close behind him. Unable to stop himself in mid-leap, the young woodsman tried to aim himself for the middle of the landing where he could try to balance himself if the feloine’s fears about the stairs were true; but as his weight impacted the iron surface, the entire landing shifted and pulled outward from the wall. Ander gripped the rail and managed to hold his position on the precarious precipice, but the young woodsman looked on in horror as Brother Theo was unable to follow suit and pitched over the side, arms flailing. Ander wrapped a leg around the railing and reached out for Theo, but all the woodsman was able to grasp was the empty space the priest used to occupy. Each second became a lifetime to the tracker as he watched his priestly companion tumble towards the ground. He looked on helplessly as Theo tried to grab the railing of the next landing down, where Ashrem was engaged with several rats. The aging cleric managed to grab a hold of the iron floor of the landing as he plummeted, and was able to maintain his grip on the unstable stairs; but the split second of added weight by the priest, combined with that of the dueling combatants, mirrored the effects of the first shifting landing, and sent another shock through the staircase as it strained against it’s moorings. Ander shifted his weight, balancing himself against the motion of the lurching switchback, and felt his stomach turn as he watched Theo and a trio of rats pitch away from the iron railing, spiraling toward the rocky rift floor. ***** Tune in next timefor ... "Stairs Make the Worst Battlefields," or "Ground Floor, Everybody Off!" [/QUOTE]
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