Snippet #1895348

It seemed so peculiar to be able to be lost in the nothingness that was battle. There was so much to it, yet at the same time so little. Pylarea had been brought up to be the picture of primness and propriety, always staying calm, cool, and collected so she could do what was asked of her. Now though, things were different, she didn’t have to be the picture-perfect, dutiful child right now. She could let go of her restraints and lets the waves of battle sweep over her, enveloping her body and mind in the heat and emotion of everything around her. She could sense her comrades feeling, and this amplified her own experience one-hundred fold. This was dangerous though, she knew there was something to be done, that she needed to remember, but what that could be was a mystery.

Before long she had flown through the thick of the undead ranks, aided for the most part by her weapon imbued with the holy magic of Carmen. The rotting flesh parted as steel bit into limbs and body as water would an experienced swimmer. Not that Pylarea had much experience with swimming in her life, it was not allowed by the Head of her Brood, just another activity she would need to make sure and experience now that she was free to do as she wished. All thanks to the Children of Fire. Had it not been for the dragons she would never have experienced the things she had, or what would be in store for her down the line.

A distant voice sounded off in the distance, the sound seemed distorted by an incalculable distance, but the emotion behind it was clearer than day. The words grasped her mind and yanked her back from the void in which she reveled, the tone they conveyed meant this was no time drift idly by as the tides of battle. There was serious work to be done, and she needed to focus every inch of her being on it lest she be defeated by a powerful enemy. “Privates Pylarea and Weylin,” Tao began, and the tall, savage-looking elf nodded in reply, “the female necromancer…” That was all she needed to hear before dashing closer to her comrade in arms. It was one of the men who had saved her when they first battled the Gnolls not all that long ago.

“So, do you be any better with that fancy mind magic lassie? We’re gonna need it to take down that there woman. Any ideas?”

“We will not be able to attack her head on. If only we could distract her somehow so one of us could get close…”

“Good luck wit’ that ‘un girly. The way she be flinging that magic about we’ll be lucky to hit twenty paces! We might as well try throwin’ dirt at ‘er for all the good it’d do us.”

“Wait…that might just work. Give me a minute.”

With her last, somewhat quizzical, statement the Nightmarian’s amethyst foci began glowing brilliantly, the power focusing into her wings to give her flight. Weylin stood bemused at her actions, what on earth could the moth girl be thinking? Didn’t she know he was just horsing around with that idea? What she had planned soon started coming together though as she began levitating into the air, now a good ten to fifteen feet above the ground and a dark violet mist began heading straight for the necromancer. It would take most, if not all of her concentration to pull of this stunt, and if someone were to target her she might not have time to maneuver.

As the cloud began to envelope the area surrounding the necromancer, limiting a clear line of sight to only a few feet, Pylarea linked with Weylin’s thoughts, but doing so forced her to disconnect with every other member of their group. She began sending out a ping to their target’s area. It was a trick she had been taught when she was but a child, something all Moths and similar Nightmarians knew utilize when in areas with a limited field of vision. The sound would bounce off of all the objects in the area, forming a rough mental map of what was in front of them. Usually it was only meant for one person to use, she didn’t know if Weylin would even really understand what was going on.

Do you understand what I am showing you? I cannot hold this for very long. Please hurry!