The Battle on the Bridge

[Faerilien 226]

 

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A foul scene could be witnessed on the way to Petra this day. Two masked men stood in hiding amongst some foliage until a duo crossed them…

 

“Stop right there dear Mossborn!” 

 

It was heard from the bushes next to the road as a tall figure emerged who donned priestly robes adorned with armour made of the ribs and femurs of his victims.

 

Next to him, another figure emerged, a shorter one who donned a battle mask, yet wore the same vile necklace as the priest. They both clutched it tightly.

 

Clank! Clank! Clank!

 

It sounded on those roads as two short undead warriors emerged donning dwarven armour, followed by a tall samurai-clad humanoid. Its jaws hung loosely from its maw, katana in its fleshy hand as it struck the duo. 

 

From that foul priest, a snake emerged 

 

“Shinraku, Strike!” 

 

The figure commanded the snake, the size of a wolf it was, with patches of skin sewn over its long body. 

 

Yet it was not long until the bell of Petra had rung, suddenly the weavers were surrounded on both ends, by Redquill mages on the stairs and by templars on that wooden bridge. A decision was quickly made amongst the pair.

 

“REGARDS FROM THE SPIDER!”

 

It sounded as they plummeted into the water below, the duo they initially had targeted in tow.

Yet the undead knights remained on the bridge, guarding their masters until death.

 

The pair would eventually be returned to the vale.. yet not without a mark... 

 

Spoiler

RP started small, but soon turned into a Thanos-level threat haha, thanks to everyone who participated, and a major thanks to @Destructokeith for taking over our undead to provide some cool RP when we inevitably fled the scene!

 

 

[lemonke 6014]

"I wonder what my little acolytes are doing..." A bored spider commented about her cultists as she gazed upon the horizon from her lair. Little she knew that they did all and beyond what she could expect from them. For sure, a reward will be issued.

[TofuGomi 362]

A certain short elf sat in the Nevhaelen clinic, shaking and holding their dagger. They would strike air randomly, seeing things that were not there, screaming for their dear friend, Amber. 

[Mestvin 947]

"I bless you in death... I curse you with Life"

Spoke the Weaver during the moment of the Enlightenment.

[Behindbush 163]

A ghoulish figure would grit his teeth in an secluded lair, wondering what the higher-ups are up to when their living forms aren't sitting idly inside the cave...