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<blockquote data-quote="ellinor" data-source="post: 6219337" data-attributes="member: 14561"><p>37x01</p><p></p><p>The walls of the tent shuddered. The tent flap flew open with a massive blast of hot air, stones, and dirt. Twiggy heard shouts and screams outside. <em>No sleep after all,</em> she thought, and rubbed her eyes awake. </p><p></p><p>Kormick leaned out of the tent and addressed one of the guards. “So, next time an Adept tells you she has an urgent message for your commanding officer—OW!” </p><p></p><p>Kormick jumped back inside the tent. There was blood on his face. “It’s the guard’s blood,” he said, as he wiped his face clean with his sleeve. “It is <strong>really</strong> not good out there.”</p><p></p><p>“Not so good in here, either,” Tavi said, as something tore a gash in the side of the tent.</p><p></p><p>“These prisoners want to see the Grand Marshal?” asked a young-sounding voice from outside. </p><p></p><p>“So they say,” replied the remaining guard. "But we cannot allow that. They could be behind this attack. They could be <em>spies.</em> Or worse.”</p><p> </p><p>“Worse? Nature itself is attacking us,” said the young man as he pulled the tent flap open. His hair was neatly cropped and he wore the uniform of some sort of military clerk. “You! Heathens!” He said. “What is your business in this garrison?” </p><p></p><p>“We would be happy to answer your questions,” Tavi said, “But this is not the time or place. We need to speak with the Grand Marshal. We wish you no harm.”</p><p></p><p>“And it’s not as if holding us in a tent is keeping things particularly safe,” Kormick pointed out. A shower of rocks pounded the torn canvas wall. A sharp stone flew through a gash in the tent, barely missing the young Sovereign clerk’s face. </p><p></p><p>The young man flinched and then sucked down a huge breath, as if holding it in would stop the world from ending. It didn’t. “I suppose it can’t make things any worse,” he sighed. He waved the group out of the tent and pointed toward the middle of the encampment. “The Grand Marshal’s tent is this way.”</p><p></p><p>Twiggy grasped her orb and ran with the rest of the group, dodging hazards as they went. The entire camp was in chaos. Enormous balls of flame erupted in what seemed like random spots, setting tents and soldiers ablaze. A few feet away, the earth seemed to open and swallow a guard whole. Twiggy ran through her combat catalogue. She was the one who <em>made</em> balls of fire and holes in the ground, not the one who faced them. If another spellcaster was making them, she could attack that person . . . but as she tried to follow the magic with her mind, it fizzled out. It was too far away. It must be coming from somewhere outside the camp. Attacking from a distance would take an immense amount of power. And there was nothing they could do to stop it. They could barely even defend themselves. </p><p></p><p>Twiggy felt helpless. And more desperate than ever for answers. </p><p></p><p>Barbed vines sprang from the ground and whipped along the ground. One caught Tavi’s foot. He slashed himself free with his sword and continued running. The guard had been right. It was as if nature itself was attacking them.</p><p></p><p>“Where is Adept Wazani?” Nyoko asked as they ran.</p><p></p><p>“With the Lord Marshal, probably,” replied the young functionary. A clot of dirt and rocks hit him in the neck and he yowled in pain. “Or with the Prime Inquisitor. That’s the next tent over.”</p><p></p><p>Another crash sounded behind them. Twiggy turned to look. The tent they’d been inside a moment ago was engulfed in flame. </p><p></p><p>A swarm of birds and bats dove at the group, clawing, scratching at Tavi and Kormick. One caught Arden’s hair in its talons. Arden winced and grasped her head as a lock of red flew away. A bear—larger than Twiggy’d imagined bears could be, even in the Ketkath, appeared as if from nowhere. Its black, shiny fur glistened in the moonlight. It might even have been beautiful if not for—wow, those claws were huge. </p><p></p><p>An enormous paw swung by, missing Twiggy’s head by inches. It RAKED Nyoko and Arden. Twiggy winced in sympathetic pain. Blood soaked through the back of Arden’s cloak. </p><p></p><p>They’d barely gotten 30 feet. It was going to be a long way to the Grand Marshal’s tent. <em>Which might not even be there by the time we</em>—Twiggy tripped. A hole had opened beneath her. </p><p></p><p>Suddenly, everything was black. Twiggy opened her mouth to gasp for breath, but there was no air. Only dirt. Dirt in her nose. Dirt in her mouth. Dirt in her eyes. </p><p></p><p>THUMP. A dampened noise from above. Twiggy couldn’t move. She had to telepor--</p><p></p><p>And then she could breathe. She was lying on the ground, next to where the hole had opened. She hadn’t had time to activate her <em>fey step,</em> but something in her subconscious had activated the teleportation powers of the magical cloak she’d been given. She gulped a deep breath. Her lungs burned. Mena helped her scrabble to her feet, and together they ran. </p><p></p><p>In the seconds she’d been under, Tavi, Kormick, and Nyoko had run ahead of the others, and were batting at swarms of birds and bats. They were covered in scratches and scrapes. Tavi was bleeding visibly. A blast of fire erupted behind them, a blessing and a curse—it drove off the swarm, but set Kormick and Nyoko’s clothes aflame. </p><p></p><p>The ground in front of Twiggy and Mena erupted. Rocks and dirt flew everywhere. A sharp rock hit Mena in the face, opening a gash under her eye. She stopped. But just behind them was that enormous bear, lumbering forward, slashing. Savina said a prayer, and a shaft of light seemed to pierce the bear. It roared and reared back, but not before raking Arden with its claws once more. Arden staggered forward. She was very, very hurt. </p><p></p><p>Kormick fell back to help Rose and Savina, but suddenly a yellow cloud appeared around them. They grasped at their throats, choking, coughing. It looked like some sort of pollen, Twiggy thought, but there was no flower nearby to release it. Kormick hacked up a handful of phlegm and spores. </p><p></p><p>“Go!” he croaked, and pulled a <em>tanglefoot bag</em> from his belt. He threw it at the bear. Wonder of wonders, it worked—the bear stumbled comically and fell on its side—but the group couldn’t get very far from its reach. Tavi and Nyoko were ahead of the group, batting at vines and roots and picking off swarms, respectively. Arden was stumbling along root-choked ground. Rose and Savina were coughing like mad. Mena could barely see. “I’ve got you, Dame Mena,” Kormick said, and clapped his arm around her back. </p><p></p><p>Twiggy surged ahead toward Tavi and Nyoko. It had taken less a minute for nature to nearly destroy their group. Twiggy felt a combination of despair and desperation. Something was happening with time. The previous day, they’d been sent back to their camp right about now. If that didn’t happen again tonight, they’d probably all die. And Twiggy <em>really</em> didn’t want to die before she got those answers. If they could just reach that tent …</p><p></p><p>###</p><p></p><p>Tavi burst into the tent. For a split second, he felt like he’d reached safety—before remembering that the tent’s fabric walls were utterly useless against the onslaught. He wished he had time. But he knew he didn’t. Twiggy ran into the tent just behind him, breathing heavily. Tavi composed himself. Before them stood a man in exquisite Sovereign military armor. The Grand Marshal, no doubt. He was flanked by two soldiers with halberds. The man’s katana was raised defensively.</p><p></p><p>Tavi began. “I—”</p><p></p><p>The Grand Marshal swung his katana. A flash of light sprang from its blade, slicing Tavi’s cloak. Twiggy took a step backward. One of the guards shoved her out of the tent. This was not how Tavi wanted things to go. Not at all.</p><p></p><p>“I am not your enemy!” Tavi yelled, more energetically than he’d planned. He kneeled, stabbed his sword into the ground, held up his wakizashi, and calmed his voice. “I am here to find out what’s happening and to provide what aid I may.”</p><p></p><p>The Grand Marshal lowered his katana, but did not sheathe it.</p><p></p><p>“You are a heathen spy. We have captured your confederate. You are behind this.”</p><p></p><p>“No,” Tavi said. “I have no idea who you’ve captured, but whoever it is, he is not my confererate. I and my friends, including an Adept, have come from Divine Mark to learn what became of your expedition.”</p><p></p><p><em>Nyoko should be in here,</em> Tavi thought. <em>She was right behind me a second ago. Why isn’t she in here?</em></p><p></p><p>“What has become of this expedition,” said the Grand Marshal, “demands my full attention. Whatever it is, we cannot remain in this camp. You said you’re here to provide aid. Are you any good with that sword?”</p><p></p><p>###</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got you.” Mena felt Kormick’s arms pulling her up from behind. She wiped her eye. It hurt. Everything was blurry, clouded red from blood. A swarm of birds whooshed by. Kormick let go of her to deal with them. Tavi and Twiggy were a few yards ahead. Nyoko was—</p><p></p><p>A sinkhole opened just in front of her. Right where Nyoko was. Nyoko flailed for balance, and almost managed to dance atop the dirt, but gravity took over. She fell in and was engulfed up to her chest. Dirt and rocks closed in around her, as if they had a will of their own. As if they wanted to squeeze the breath from Nyoko’s lungs. “Help!” Nyoko let out a strangled cry, and then her chin dropped. She was unconscious. </p><p></p><p>Arden crawled toward the hole as if to help, but she had already lost too much blood. She fell limp before even reaching Nyoko’s hands.</p><p></p><p>Mena tried to help both, but realized that Nyoko’s situation was more urgent. Arden was losing blood, but in a moment, Nyoko would suffocate to death. Kormick grabbed Nyoko under the arms and pulled, but the ground was soft beneath him. Mena steadied him as he tried a second time, and together they got Nyoko out of the ground. She was barely breathing. “Come on!” Mena yelled in exasperation. “Wake up!” She shook Nyoko’s shoulders and called upon her <em>inspiring word.</em>. “We pulled you out of the ground, what more do you want?” Nyoko’s eyes blinked open, but she could barely move.</p><p></p><p>Mena looked ahead to the others. Twiggy was wrestling with roots just outside the Grand Marshal’s tent. Rose was cowering as birds pecked at her cloak. Savina was running toward Arden . . . </p><p></p><p>And Arden wasn’t breathing. </p><p></p><p>“Retreat!” called an unfamiliar voice. “Evacuate!”</p><p></p><p>Kormick was on one knee, gripping a bloody gash in his side. Mena rushed toward him to help, but a root seized her ankle and held on. She tried to keep moving but it yanked her backward. She fell. She pushed herself up and tried to crawl toward Kormick. <em>Just a few more feet . . .</em></p><p></p><p>Suddenly, there were flames everywhere. Savina screamed. Mena’s eye throbbed. Everything was red. She couldn’t see Kormick. Her armor was hot. Her hands were hot. She was on fire. </p><p></p><p><em>So this is how it ends,</em> she thought. <em><a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?251423-A-Rose-In-The-Wind-A-Saga-of-the-Halmae-Updated-October-24-2013/page49&p=5990392&viewfull=1#post5990392" target="_blank">On fire, watching all the people I love die in a fire.</a></em></p><p></p><p>She heard crackling. More fire.</p><p></p><p>But it wasn’t hot. She opened her eyes. They were in their camp from the night before, the spiky grass underfoot, the campfire happily crackling away. The campfire: a distant cousin of fire.</p><p></p><p>Arden was on the ground beside her. She opened her eyes and muttered something. “The </p><p>Justicar. The Justicar…” She was alive. Breathing.</p><p></p><p>Kormick was kneeling, looking down at Mena’s face. Mena sat up, grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulled his face close, and kissed him, hard. His lips were salty.</p><p></p><p>“The next one you earn,” she said.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ellinor, post: 6219337, member: 14561"] 37x01 The walls of the tent shuddered. The tent flap flew open with a massive blast of hot air, stones, and dirt. Twiggy heard shouts and screams outside. [i]No sleep after all,[/i] she thought, and rubbed her eyes awake. Kormick leaned out of the tent and addressed one of the guards. “So, next time an Adept tells you she has an urgent message for your commanding officer—OW!” Kormick jumped back inside the tent. There was blood on his face. “It’s the guard’s blood,” he said, as he wiped his face clean with his sleeve. “It is [b]really[/b] not good out there.” “Not so good in here, either,” Tavi said, as something tore a gash in the side of the tent. “These prisoners want to see the Grand Marshal?” asked a young-sounding voice from outside. “So they say,” replied the remaining guard. "But we cannot allow that. They could be behind this attack. They could be [i]spies.[/i] Or worse.” “Worse? Nature itself is attacking us,” said the young man as he pulled the tent flap open. His hair was neatly cropped and he wore the uniform of some sort of military clerk. “You! Heathens!” He said. “What is your business in this garrison?” “We would be happy to answer your questions,” Tavi said, “But this is not the time or place. We need to speak with the Grand Marshal. We wish you no harm.” “And it’s not as if holding us in a tent is keeping things particularly safe,” Kormick pointed out. A shower of rocks pounded the torn canvas wall. A sharp stone flew through a gash in the tent, barely missing the young Sovereign clerk’s face. The young man flinched and then sucked down a huge breath, as if holding it in would stop the world from ending. It didn’t. “I suppose it can’t make things any worse,” he sighed. He waved the group out of the tent and pointed toward the middle of the encampment. “The Grand Marshal’s tent is this way.” Twiggy grasped her orb and ran with the rest of the group, dodging hazards as they went. The entire camp was in chaos. Enormous balls of flame erupted in what seemed like random spots, setting tents and soldiers ablaze. A few feet away, the earth seemed to open and swallow a guard whole. Twiggy ran through her combat catalogue. She was the one who [i]made[/i] balls of fire and holes in the ground, not the one who faced them. If another spellcaster was making them, she could attack that person . . . but as she tried to follow the magic with her mind, it fizzled out. It was too far away. It must be coming from somewhere outside the camp. Attacking from a distance would take an immense amount of power. And there was nothing they could do to stop it. They could barely even defend themselves. Twiggy felt helpless. And more desperate than ever for answers. Barbed vines sprang from the ground and whipped along the ground. One caught Tavi’s foot. He slashed himself free with his sword and continued running. The guard had been right. It was as if nature itself was attacking them. “Where is Adept Wazani?” Nyoko asked as they ran. “With the Lord Marshal, probably,” replied the young functionary. A clot of dirt and rocks hit him in the neck and he yowled in pain. “Or with the Prime Inquisitor. That’s the next tent over.” Another crash sounded behind them. Twiggy turned to look. The tent they’d been inside a moment ago was engulfed in flame. A swarm of birds and bats dove at the group, clawing, scratching at Tavi and Kormick. One caught Arden’s hair in its talons. Arden winced and grasped her head as a lock of red flew away. A bear—larger than Twiggy’d imagined bears could be, even in the Ketkath, appeared as if from nowhere. Its black, shiny fur glistened in the moonlight. It might even have been beautiful if not for—wow, those claws were huge. An enormous paw swung by, missing Twiggy’s head by inches. It RAKED Nyoko and Arden. Twiggy winced in sympathetic pain. Blood soaked through the back of Arden’s cloak. They’d barely gotten 30 feet. It was going to be a long way to the Grand Marshal’s tent. [i]Which might not even be there by the time we[/i]—Twiggy tripped. A hole had opened beneath her. Suddenly, everything was black. Twiggy opened her mouth to gasp for breath, but there was no air. Only dirt. Dirt in her nose. Dirt in her mouth. Dirt in her eyes. THUMP. A dampened noise from above. Twiggy couldn’t move. She had to telepor-- And then she could breathe. She was lying on the ground, next to where the hole had opened. She hadn’t had time to activate her [i]fey step,[/i] but something in her subconscious had activated the teleportation powers of the magical cloak she’d been given. She gulped a deep breath. Her lungs burned. Mena helped her scrabble to her feet, and together they ran. In the seconds she’d been under, Tavi, Kormick, and Nyoko had run ahead of the others, and were batting at swarms of birds and bats. They were covered in scratches and scrapes. Tavi was bleeding visibly. A blast of fire erupted behind them, a blessing and a curse—it drove off the swarm, but set Kormick and Nyoko’s clothes aflame. The ground in front of Twiggy and Mena erupted. Rocks and dirt flew everywhere. A sharp rock hit Mena in the face, opening a gash under her eye. She stopped. But just behind them was that enormous bear, lumbering forward, slashing. Savina said a prayer, and a shaft of light seemed to pierce the bear. It roared and reared back, but not before raking Arden with its claws once more. Arden staggered forward. She was very, very hurt. Kormick fell back to help Rose and Savina, but suddenly a yellow cloud appeared around them. They grasped at their throats, choking, coughing. It looked like some sort of pollen, Twiggy thought, but there was no flower nearby to release it. Kormick hacked up a handful of phlegm and spores. “Go!” he croaked, and pulled a [i]tanglefoot bag[/i] from his belt. He threw it at the bear. Wonder of wonders, it worked—the bear stumbled comically and fell on its side—but the group couldn’t get very far from its reach. Tavi and Nyoko were ahead of the group, batting at vines and roots and picking off swarms, respectively. Arden was stumbling along root-choked ground. Rose and Savina were coughing like mad. Mena could barely see. “I’ve got you, Dame Mena,” Kormick said, and clapped his arm around her back. Twiggy surged ahead toward Tavi and Nyoko. It had taken less a minute for nature to nearly destroy their group. Twiggy felt a combination of despair and desperation. Something was happening with time. The previous day, they’d been sent back to their camp right about now. If that didn’t happen again tonight, they’d probably all die. And Twiggy [i]really[/i] didn’t want to die before she got those answers. If they could just reach that tent … ### Tavi burst into the tent. For a split second, he felt like he’d reached safety—before remembering that the tent’s fabric walls were utterly useless against the onslaught. He wished he had time. But he knew he didn’t. Twiggy ran into the tent just behind him, breathing heavily. Tavi composed himself. Before them stood a man in exquisite Sovereign military armor. The Grand Marshal, no doubt. He was flanked by two soldiers with halberds. The man’s katana was raised defensively. Tavi began. “I—” The Grand Marshal swung his katana. A flash of light sprang from its blade, slicing Tavi’s cloak. Twiggy took a step backward. One of the guards shoved her out of the tent. This was not how Tavi wanted things to go. Not at all. “I am not your enemy!” Tavi yelled, more energetically than he’d planned. He kneeled, stabbed his sword into the ground, held up his wakizashi, and calmed his voice. “I am here to find out what’s happening and to provide what aid I may.” The Grand Marshal lowered his katana, but did not sheathe it. “You are a heathen spy. We have captured your confederate. You are behind this.” “No,” Tavi said. “I have no idea who you’ve captured, but whoever it is, he is not my confererate. I and my friends, including an Adept, have come from Divine Mark to learn what became of your expedition.” [i]Nyoko should be in here,[/i] Tavi thought. [i]She was right behind me a second ago. Why isn’t she in here?[/i] “What has become of this expedition,” said the Grand Marshal, “demands my full attention. Whatever it is, we cannot remain in this camp. You said you’re here to provide aid. Are you any good with that sword?” ### “I’ve got you.” Mena felt Kormick’s arms pulling her up from behind. She wiped her eye. It hurt. Everything was blurry, clouded red from blood. A swarm of birds whooshed by. Kormick let go of her to deal with them. Tavi and Twiggy were a few yards ahead. Nyoko was— A sinkhole opened just in front of her. Right where Nyoko was. Nyoko flailed for balance, and almost managed to dance atop the dirt, but gravity took over. She fell in and was engulfed up to her chest. Dirt and rocks closed in around her, as if they had a will of their own. As if they wanted to squeeze the breath from Nyoko’s lungs. “Help!” Nyoko let out a strangled cry, and then her chin dropped. She was unconscious. Arden crawled toward the hole as if to help, but she had already lost too much blood. She fell limp before even reaching Nyoko’s hands. Mena tried to help both, but realized that Nyoko’s situation was more urgent. Arden was losing blood, but in a moment, Nyoko would suffocate to death. Kormick grabbed Nyoko under the arms and pulled, but the ground was soft beneath him. Mena steadied him as he tried a second time, and together they got Nyoko out of the ground. She was barely breathing. “Come on!” Mena yelled in exasperation. “Wake up!” She shook Nyoko’s shoulders and called upon her [i]inspiring word.[/i]. “We pulled you out of the ground, what more do you want?” Nyoko’s eyes blinked open, but she could barely move. Mena looked ahead to the others. Twiggy was wrestling with roots just outside the Grand Marshal’s tent. Rose was cowering as birds pecked at her cloak. Savina was running toward Arden . . . And Arden wasn’t breathing. “Retreat!” called an unfamiliar voice. “Evacuate!” Kormick was on one knee, gripping a bloody gash in his side. Mena rushed toward him to help, but a root seized her ankle and held on. She tried to keep moving but it yanked her backward. She fell. She pushed herself up and tried to crawl toward Kormick. [i]Just a few more feet . . .[/i] Suddenly, there were flames everywhere. Savina screamed. Mena’s eye throbbed. Everything was red. She couldn’t see Kormick. Her armor was hot. Her hands were hot. She was on fire. [i]So this is how it ends,[/i] she thought. [i][URL="http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?251423-A-Rose-In-The-Wind-A-Saga-of-the-Halmae-Updated-October-24-2013/page49&p=5990392&viewfull=1#post5990392"]On fire, watching all the people I love die in a fire.[/URL][/i] She heard crackling. More fire. But it wasn’t hot. She opened her eyes. They were in their camp from the night before, the spiky grass underfoot, the campfire happily crackling away. The campfire: a distant cousin of fire. Arden was on the ground beside her. She opened her eyes and muttered something. “The Justicar. The Justicar…” She was alive. Breathing. Kormick was kneeling, looking down at Mena’s face. Mena sat up, grabbed the lapels of his coat, pulled his face close, and kissed him, hard. His lips were salty. “The next one you earn,” she said. [/QUOTE]
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