Snippet #1374703

“More Darkspawn eastwards!”

After the scouts were killed Raelnor quickly lost track of what was happening. There was chaos, and the one called Avrin had shape shifted into a Lynx. The Templar wondered why he hadn’t mentioned being a mage before… was it that he was an apostate? Perhaps. He would save judgment, and stay his blade, till he could get a strait answer from the man. There was a flurry of motion as members from the group ran off like insane barbarians, not bothering to go as a group.

Raelnor jogged after the them, taking extra time in the darkness of the forest to make sure he didn’t trip over anything. Soon he saw a campfire a dozen yard off and the sounds of battle echoed from the area He assumed that’s where the others had run off to. Unconsciously he tightened the grip on his sword and shield, preparing himself physically and mentally for another battle.

Emerging from the forest he saw members from his group and strangers, all battling against a horde of oncoming Darkspawn. Ser Sev had placed herself between a rampaging Darkspawn and a man in robes who Raelnor sensed was a mage. The Lynx, Avrin, was busy clawing the innards out of a demon. Which soon fell into a crumpled pile and in the next moment the Lynx was off like a shot to find more Darkspawn to kill. The Templar allowed himself a moment to be impressed; very few people could kill such a creature in such a short time. Raelnor’s eyes were drawn to a mage and his incantation of Combat Magic, a spell the Templar recognized from an apostate hunt a year before. Ryuu joined the fray, hopping off his black Warg who then promptly charged into the ranks of Darkspawn with its large fangs dripping hot saliva. The elf retrieved his bow and fired a volley into an enemy archer column, felling three of the Darkspawn before shouting over the din of battle,

“We need to find some sort of fortification, we'll not be able to survive this onslaught!”

Raelnor knew this man was right, but what fortifications were there in the middle of the Wilds? The Templar doubted they would find any in time to make a difference. It’s not as though one can simply stumble upon a castle already prepared to defend on oncoming horde of Darkspawn. And right now, that was exactly what they needed.

He was forced to break his contemplative stupor as a Hurlock bounded up to him, a large hammer raised above its ugly head. As it struck downwards, Raelnor bent his legs and side-stepped the strike by inches. Before the Darkspawn could recover and strike again, he drew his sword across it’s belly. There was a squishing sound as the creature’s guts flowed out through the hole before it fell over dead and made no sound again. Two Darkspawn, shorter than the others and each carrying two swords, one in each hand, charged him next. Realnor raised his shield and blocked both strikes from one but only managed to parry one strike from the other. The strike that got through scrapped on his armor but found no perch in flesh, something the Templar was very thankful for. He thrust his sword’s point forwards, spearing one of the Genlock’s through the throat and sending it sprawling on the ground. The other quickly redoubled it’s efforts, throwing out strike after strike, most of which were parried and blocked, but some of which managed to get through and ping off the thick steel armor. It called for aid as it attacked, forcing Raelnor to take a few steps back in retreat. Two Hurlocks dashed over with large swords at the ready and another Genlock tore itself away from battle to come help fell the Templar. Raelnor was hopelessly outnumbered but refused to call for help, knowing the others were in similar situations. Gritting his teeth, he kicked the Genlock in front of him in the chest and as it stumbled backwards bashed the side of his shield into it’s face. The Genlock was sent flying to the ground, where to clutched its face before dying. At that moment, when Raelnor was about to recover and face the two oncoming Hurlocks with their Genlock minion, there was a thump and he felt something slam into his neck so hard that it caused him to stumble backwards. Pain flared in the left side of his neck and he felt heated liquid run down his chest. What happened? Raelnor tried to look down at where the shaft of an arrow protruded out from his armor, but the helmet prevented him from actually seeing the arrow. Filled with adrenaline, Raelnor continued to fight onwards, blocking a heavy strike from one of the Hurlocks before stabbing it through the heart. Despite his not insignificant skill in combat, without help, he was fighting on limited time. Soon the blood loss would be too great and the Darkspawn would overwhelm him.