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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2414499" data-attributes="member: 5507">"There will be more knights"Torious crouched next to the unconscious Thalin. The Aasimar had pulled his companion from the collapsed house. Torious's hands traced over the soft, bruise-tinged ridges of what he knew to be a broken arm. Vaerana Hawklyn stalked in a steady circle around the two companions, her arms folded under her red cloak. Her sharp eyes monitored every movement of this man called Torious."Will he live?" asked Vaerana"Yes he will," answered Torious, "Tyr looks kindly upon my companion""Apparently so. Will he be able to walk?""Of course," Torious said, turning to look at Vaerana, "why do you ask?""Because we need to move. Immediately. There will be more knights."- - - - - - - - - -Merrick’s face was a mask of surprise as he slid away from the sword tip. He quivered for a moment then folded backwards and crumpled to the frosted ground with a thud. Milo convulsed violently, dropping Vampire as he moved. The glistening sword clattered to the ground. The blade lay bulbous and distorted. Wicked fangs bristled from the hand guard. Thick veins of metal receded slowly as the weapon regained its former shape. Milo's hand swam red. A matrix of ragged punctures had pierced deep into his thumb and forefinger. Like a clap of thunder, comprehension of his actions hammered straight into Milo's mind and he suddenly saw what lay about him. - - - - - - - - - -Before Torious could say anything more, a cry of fear reached their ears from across the village. Vaerana looked to Torious, but he had sprung to his feet and was already ten paces away.   Vaerana went to follow Torious, but halted as a wheeze of pain snared her attention. The sound wasn’t from Thalin, who was still unconscious, but from a red-armoured knight who had sat up in the centre of the village. He cradled his head and seemed to be in a daze. Vaerana paced quickly towards the vulnerable fighter. With his back turned and his head still reeling; the knight of Ser Robar heard too late the advancing footsteps and scrape of a longsword leaving its scabbard.- - - - - - - - - -Milo watched as Torious broke through the circle and shouted to him, though his ears would not hear. The villagers shouted too, their faces wracked in fury and fear, but their voices seemed distant and soft. Torious turned on the circle then, his face suddenly ablaze with scar-light. The villagers began to turn and run. Yet Milo ignored this, as his eyes were drawn to the steps of the town hall, and the woman in red that stood shaking and alone. It was then, that amidst the silence around him, a glorious pillar of light sprung forth from the dead boy at his feet and vaulted upwards. Milo felt a warm breeze on his face and his deafened ears echoed with glorious, beautiful song. The men around him were cast to the ground, their hands covering their eyes. The light erupted upwards, spreading into a terrifying brilliance. Milo was lifted from his feet and carried away from the light. An intense calm settled in the halfling. Trees and bodies blasted by slowly, as if travelling in amber.As Milo floated away from the blast, a snow-bent tree clawed past. Thick mottled branches grasped at him. Suddenly everything quickened and Milo was jarred violently out of the sky. An invasion of white heat spilled across his side. High above him, the pillar grew dim and the blazing light became pale. As Milo spiralled downwards, the energy dissipated entirely. A searing scream of pain surrounded him, and Milo knew it was his own. His vision snapped into blackness moments before the ground rushed up to meet him.</blockquote>

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