Dawn of the Ash

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

 

 

 

Within the town of Aethermoor, the thick smell of smoke and ashes linger the air after some of the crop fields were set alight. The fields themselves are raw black and dead, faint trails of smoke coming from them. Around you, the locals murmur about what had happened.

 

 

A lone tribal had set the fields aflame, for some unknown purposes. Perhaps to sabotage? Spread a message? Or for utter trouble alone?

"Yes ! Yes Let it burn! " The tribal chants to the fire he set on the farms, seeming excited with glee to his art. The tribal danced about merrily, pleased with his work.

 

 

However, out of nowhere, the loud screech traveled through the burning farmlands. One that would make many freeze in fear and goosebumps to form over their skin

 

The gathered group looks up to ear drilling screech, the crashing Cockatrice crashed through the forest and charged right towards the tribal man, interrupting further damage to the farmlands.

 

Was it defending the farm lands? was it friend or foe?

 

Standing at 15 ft, the Cockatrice lets out another loud screech to the groups and reared up, its burning amber eyes focused on the gathering folks. It claws at the dirt, as it prepares to charge to the first crowd of high elves.

 

Ready to defend their grounds and attack the creature, the tribal man joins with the creature on the assault on the ground of elves.

 

While distract, a tall, elven armored clerics just a few feet away, taking out his claymore, with a tired expression on his face preparing to help the other ground. The cleric mutters a swift and clear prayer and prepares his clerical magic within only minutes, creating a orb of silver.

 

The group on the hill continued to fend off the large creature, the creature staggered back as it lifts its head up preparing to screech, but with surprise it would lock its head to the grou. Before they all knew it, the creature lurched its head forward, letting out a large jet of crimson tinted soot from its mouth.

 

Surprised, some of the group were caught burned. Some tried their best to flee. Luckily they fled but one stayed behind with the tribal. Caught in the way,  the tribal man pleaded the woman to spare him, as the creature charges to the lone elven woman.

 

As the creature remains distracted, the armored cleric is joined by another armed elf.

"What a miss Ramza?" The elf ask.

"Sadly..this.. teamwork?" he ask with a smirk, to his friend, looking to the creature as his eyes flare silver.

 

Tossing the light orb, to the turned creature, knocking it over to its side with a pained screech. The impact caused the creature to stumble back, tossing its head around madly in rage. The weak spot was noticeable.

 

"And now we know.. its tender spot.." he says, repositioning himself as he holds his sword into his hand.

"So.. we aim for its body if we can get it..Mark" he says to Mark.

"Right.." he replies.

The creature looking to the duo, in an enraged state on who hit it from behind.

"So the best bit is to split up.." he sighs to Mark, before sprinting to the side of the creature, but as its gaze followed.

 

The cleric stood his ground, opening his hand preparing another magic spell to blind the creature. In a few quick moments, the cleric raised his hand.

 

"Cover your eyes!" he shouts to his comrade.

 

 

The creature lets out a screech as Ramza releases the blinding light. Madly, the creature charges to Ramza ready to use its beak attack. Yet with an instant of reaction, Ramza evades the creature barely.

As the creature continue its charge, Ramza glanced towards it. One of the elves from the group was by the rive, laid in the way of the creature, within a defensive stance, and caught off guard.

 

Moments later as the creature keeps it’s back back turned from the others. Suddenly, a giant beam of arcane energy comes from the forest, striking the creature down to the ground, surprising the creature.  As the creatures tries to maintain its balance, Mark charges towards the creature and impaled its thigh in order to immobilized it, keeping the blade inside before backing away.

 

“This might be crazy! But gotta do it!” The cleric shouts to the others as he charges.

 

With a cry, the cleric rushes and leaps on the downed creatures back, planting the claymore within, keeping him on the creature as he holds the handle tightly.  As he keeps his balance and combined weight on the creature, he start dragging the claymore inside the creature's back up to its upper back,cutting open the creature as his blood gushes from the gash. It screeches in pain before stumbling about… then collapsed to the ground dead.

 

As the group pants and takes a breather from their battle with the creature, they are victorious. Looking at the creature in interest, they all nod to each other. Out of nowhere looking to the flames, an approaching Druid came to the area.

 

“These crops are in pain.” The female Druid stated to the group.

“You know.. Fire creature..Renn..mind giving us a hand..?” Ramza ask.

The Druid shakes her head with a giggle before calming herself as she would perform her Druidism, clearing all the fire from the crops to prevent further damage.

 

As they watch the fire going out in the farms, they sigh in relief as none was lost.

Who started the fire? Why was the creature here? Who was really on the good side?

 

A few hours later as the incident ended, a few workers and citizens mount the creature in front of the city as a sign of their victory.

 

(Thanks Taylor and Final for doing the event at Aethermoor! IT WAS AMAZINGLY FUN! )

[Mj. 697]

Warning: may effect readers with epilepsy

[Ford 1996]

((c-colors

[Farryn 860]

Azariah sighed, leaning on her spear as she watches the gate. She had arrived on the scene not long after the creature was slain. Heedless to say, she was thankful they took it down and revived the crops.

 

(c-c-colours... s-sort them out.)

[Nekkore 641]

The small Ame puffs her cheeks as she taps her staff on the ground in frustration.

"Aw phooey! Just when there was a good practice target for my magic..."

 

Edit: ((Zer0 pls... The colours...

[tilly 5115]

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