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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 5e/?
Date: 2013-10-06 10:56 pm (UTC)The ground rumbled again. Rock dust rained down upon them, sprinkling on their shoulders and hair like snow. A draconic roar shuddered through the air, echoing off the stone a dozen times.
“We have no choice,” Olria said.
“I know.” Farengar glanced down at their feet, noticing a strange shape on the path ahead of them. “But watch your feet. There is a pressure plate ahead.”
Farengar stepped into the chamber. He felt Olria close at his back, clutching his cloak with trembling hands. She hid her face against his shoulder as he took another step forward.
They moved around the pale pressure plate on the floor and paused. The court wizard’s Candlelight tossed looming shadows along the walls, giving the corpses the illusion of movement. Farengar walked three more steps before he heard a rattling breath and the creak of old bones.
It was no illusion. They really were moving.
One of the draugr rolled off its shelf beside Olria and stood, hefting an ancient axe. The woman screamed. Others leapt to the floor and brandished their weapons. Placing his back against Olria’s, Farengar summoned a ball of fire into his hand. He’d almost cast the spell when he felt the air throb with Olria’s magic.
Pure, blinding power radiated outward from the small woman. Draugr hissed and growled, retreating. Their mouldy feet rattled and brushed across the stones. Then, there was a decisive click. Metal screeched behind Farengar.
Olria’s spell disappeared. Her weight slumped against his back. Warmth soaked through the man’s cloak.
“Far-en… gar…”
Farengar’s blood froze in his veins. He spun around, catching Olria as she collapsed. Metal screeched again, half a dozen iron spears sliding back into the floor and out of the woman’s body.
“Olria,” Farengar said, his voice strange and distant. His head pounded, his thoughts moving too sluggishly to comprehend what had just happened. He dragged her away from the trap and lowered her torn body to the ground.
There was so much blood. Blood everywhere.
Around them, the draugr closed in. One of them stepped on the pressure plate again, propelling the spikes upward a second time. The grisly spears glistened in the pale Candlelight just beyond Olria’s feet.
Everything had gone unbelievably, impossibly wrong.
It would only take Farengar a few minutes to obliterate the four walking corpses around them. But Olria didn’t have minutes.
She had seconds.
The man threw off his gloves and wrapped his hands around Olria’s pale face. His orb of candlelight hovered above her gaunt cheeks. Her lips were dark and bloodless. Her wide eyes stared upward into his face, flicking back and forth between Farengar’s own. A tear squeezed out, sliding down her cheek.
Farengar poured his healing power into her. He sensed where there the spears had impaled her body and blanched. Gritting his teeth, he poured more and more energy into her. The blood evacuated her punctured lung, which then closed. Her belly mended itself, intestines snaking back into her body. Skin closed over the wounds. The ripped muscles in her calves and thighs sewed shut.
The horrid, rattling breathes of the draugr grew closer. The undead had realized a spell no longer opposed them.
At this point, life didn’t matter unless he could save Olria. Farengar poured ever last drop of his magicka into Olria’s body. Then he collapsed beside her, his vision darkening.
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Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 5e/?
Date: 2013-10-08 11:55 am (UTC)I have an odd question. I noticed a few scenes ago, you called the dragon a "wyrm", and also used the word, "draconic". Just wondering, are you a DnD player? I'm just asking because usually those are words one would find littered throughout DnD manuals.
I am awarding you bonus points for using those words, regardless of where you got them from!
Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 5e/?
Date: 2013-10-12 04:36 am (UTC)Yay, bonus points! I have not actually played DnD, but I read a lot of Dragonlance / Forgotten Realms novels years ago, so definitely had some inspiration there for words pertaining to dragons. Nice catch, OP!