Week 2, Day 5 – Brave New World

Today’s Prompt is: “You have an enchanted backpack that gives you exactly what you need for that day. Today, you pull out a sword.”

Lily is up before sunrise and tries to be as quiet as a mouse as she gets dressed, throws her hair up in a bun, and stands looking at a bag she was handed the night before. The bag looks simple and does not look like it is holding weapons of any kind, but she was told to look at the bag, think about what she needs or wants to train with, and then reach in the bag. So she takes a breath, thinks about what she wants, and reaches into the bag. She moves her hand around a bit, feeling the soft cloth that makes up the interior, then her fingertips brush something cool and round. She grabs hold of it and pulls out a basic rapier.  She stares at it for a moment, surprised that this was what she got, but, she had just thought about needing a proper weapon to train with when she meets with Captain Torthana. Out of curiosity, she thinks again, reaches into the bag, and pulls out a scabbard for the rapier. Smiling, she puts the rapier in the scabbard, attaches the belt to her waist, and then sneaks out of her chambers without alerting Amyra.

She waves at the guards as she walks out her door, goes and finds two guards that can escort her to the training area, and once they join her, they head over to meet with Captain Torthana.

The training area is  an open field, with training dummies forming a large circle.  Captain Torthana is in the center practicing. Lily stands and watches Torthana for a moment. Lily has seen most women swoon over Kelvhan Torthana.  He looks to stand around six feet tall, has broad shoulders, deep chocolate brown hair, and his eyes are a weathered burnished amber. The sides of his hair are kept in braids that are pulled back into a half ponytail while the rest of his hair flows to his shoulder in waves. Lily thinks to herself <He’s handsome I suppose, but I prefer my men intelligent more than handsome.>  She does a little half shrug, shakes her head, and calls out to the captain.

“Captain Torthana!”

He turns, swirling his sword, and sheathing it with a flourish, bowing to Lily as he faces her.

“My Queen.  Welcome to your first day of training.”

His eyes flick to the band around her waist and the weapon attached to it.

“I see you got a proper weapon from the bag. I told you you’d get what you needed.”

He waves his hand, inviting her to join him in the circle.

“Shall we begin?”

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Week 2, Day 4 – Brave New World

Prompt: “You open the door to your house, and walk into some Men in Black wrestling with an alien in your living room.” (adjusted to fit my world)

Lily walks up the steps of the gorgeous elven structure that she calls her home and realizes that the door is slightly ajar.  She pushes the door open and peeks around it but doesn’t see anything. She walks in slowly, looking around, then hears yelling and scuffling noises coming from the council room.

Unsheathing the sword that is currently strapped to her waist, she rushes to the council room and kicks the door open. When the door flies open, she sees some her guards and some of the rangers who are dressed all in black wrestling with what she can only call a dog.

“WHAT is going on in here and WHAT is that!?” She bellows.

The guards and rangers continue to wrestle with this dog thing, barely noticing she was there. She stands at the ready with her sword in the case that it comes towards her, but stays a bit away from the tussle so she doesn’t get in the way.

Captain Torthana had been teaching her how to fight with a sword and while she wasn’t that good yet, she felt she could at least slow the creature down if it got away from the others. She stood on the balls of her feet, her right foot facing forward and knee bent, left leg behind, knee bent, and left foot somewhat sideways, & her arms up and her hands hold her sword in a long point guard. While she stands there, her eyes dart around the room watching for other intruders and she shifts her feet here and there as the fighting continues and moves around the room.

Finally, they subdue the creature and put a leash on it to keep it from taking off again. Lily moves closer so she can get a better look at it. She can see it is a mix of leaf and moss green with tan paws and underbelly, and glowing, dark orange eyes.  It has some of its fur braided, hanging like ropes from its head, and a long braid that wraps around its fluffy tail and then hangs down a couple inches from the tip. It has tall, long furry elven shaped ears that are green and tan at the bottom and fiery orange that goes from mid-ear to the tips.

“It’s….” Katar pauses as he calms his heavy breathing then continues, “It’s an elven dog, my queen.  This one got out of his master’s house and has been wrecking havoc through the city and for some reason came here.” He looks up at Lily, his eyebrow raised, confused.

“It came here on purpose?”

As they all stand and get the dog to its feet, it starts tugging on the leash moving towards Lily. Everyone pulls on the leash or stands between it and Lily. Curious, Lily shoos the guards to the side and holds her hand out to the creature.  She squats down so she is closer to eye level and looks into its eyes as she’s holding her hand out.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. You need to stay calm and stop causing problems in my city you hear me?” She talks softly to the creature, hoping that the techniques used in the human world would work on him.

As soon as the dog sniffs her fingers, it nuzzles them, and then gives her a dog-like grin. She carefully runs her fingers up the dog’s muzzle to rub its fur and play with his ears. The dog sits down and lets her, never taking its eyes off of her.  She grins at the dog as her fingers tickles the tips of his ears and then she moves slightly so her fingertips can run down its head so she can touch the various braids that decorate its body.

The guards and rangers stand and stare at what is unfolding in front of them. Never have they seen an elven dog react to anyone like this before. They are all very loyal to the Galnariens, but none of those present have ever seen one allow someone to be so affectionate.

“Who does it belong to?” She asks as she continues to pet the creature, who has now laid down at her feet and has its eyes closed as if it is going to sleep.

“Lord Kelleth, my queen. His son is Luirlan, the young lordling that squires to Lord Anafiel.”

“Alright. Someone bring Lord Kelleth here. I need to speak with him regarding Jhaan.”

“Jhaan? Who’s that?”

“That’s his name.” She smiles up at everyone as she stands, waving her hand towards the dog.

“How…..” Katar stops mid-question and shakes his head. “Never mind my queen. We will go back to our posts and someone will bring Lord Kelleth to you shortly.”

All of them salute her, one of the rangers takes off to retrieve Jhaan’s owner, and all but two of the remaining leave to return to their posts.

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Week 2, Day 3 – Brave New World

Prompt: “You’re on an elevator that stops between floors. The doors open.”

After his meeting with Khilseith, Linvanu needed to have some time to think. He told his second in command to keep an eye on things and he’d be back in an hour.  He took a deep breath and looked at the contraption in front of him.  It is a wooden platform with three wooden half walls with railings for stability and runs on a pulley system that was built by the dark dwarves that lived under the adjoining city of Obsidian Valley.  He steps into it and clutches the railing and pulls on the rope twice to let the Cayheri at the bottom know where he wants to go.

The make-shift elevator bounces a little as it starts downward, then is smooth until it comes to its destination. The wooden lift jerks so hard as it stops between floors, Linvanu has to grip the railings with both hands to keep from falling over and sends a stream of harsh words down at the elf running the lift.

“Bozi Txa! Chent!”

“I am sorry my King! The rope stuck!”

“NO excuses! Fix it or spend tend days in the dungeon!”

Linvanu swears some more under his breath as he knocks on the wall and watches the wall shimmer to life and steps into it.  As soon as he is inside the hidden cave, the door disappears. He stands still for a moment, taking a few breaths to calm himself, before he walks forward and sits in front of the wall that has elvish writing on it.

He brushes the wall to remove any dirt and dust that has accumulated and then lets his palm rest on it.

“Hello my love. I am sorry it’s been so long.”

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Week 2, Day 2 – Brave New World

Today’s Prompt is: “You look outside one morning and realize you’re looking at a completely different city skyline.”

Lily stretches, turns over, and opens her eyes and blinks as she focuses on the canopy above her.  It takes her a moment until she realizes where she is.  She sighs and throws back the covers and sits up. She pulls on the robe that her handmaiden had laid on the end of the bed for her, thinking <that is so weird that I have a handmaiden!>, then walks over to the balcony and looks out over the city of Galna Alari.

The sight took her breath away. The sun was just coming up and the light was filtering through the trees, hitting the exquisite elven city so perfectly that the colors from the buildings sparkled spectacularly sending rainbows all over the gardens. Lily was in awe over this displace of perfection and beauty and truly realized she was in a different world now. She had seen gorgeous sunrises before, but this scene was something the humans would truly describe as heaven and could only imagine in their dreams.

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Week 2, Day 1

Prompt: “You look into your bathroom mirror when suddenly your reflection gasps, and runs away from you.”

Lily wakes up after a very long and deep sleep and looks around to find herself in bed. The last thing she remembered was being in the council room flinging spells around the room.

<How the heck did I get here?> She gets up and heads over to her vanity table and sits. She rubs her face with her hands and then blinks as she stares into the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her but looks shocked, gasps, and then runs away.  Lily, startled, jumps up and topples her chair.

“AMYRA!”

Her handmaiden comes running out of her adjoining room.

“My Queen! What is wrong?”

Lily, still standing in front of the vanity, points at the mirror, her face ashen and her eyes wide.  Amyra looks into the mirror and notices that Lily’s reflection is gone. Her hands fly to her mouth.

“I will go get your father and Elder Olastra. They will know what to do!”

“Just Lord Olastra please Amyra. I cannot deal with either of my parents right now.”

Amyra curtsies and runs out the door, telling one of the guards to go into the room with Lily to make sure nothing happens to her while she’s gone.

“My queen. I will sit here with you while Amyra runs her errand if it pleases you.”

Lily just nods as she moves back so that she is sitting on the edge of her bed, but can still see the mirror. Katar raises an eyebrow but stands guard, his shifting around the room keeping an ever watchful eye.

A few moments later, Khilseith enters with Amyra trailing after him. Katar salutes and then moves back to his place at the door. Amyra curtsies and sits over on the window seat, staying out of the way but making sure her queen is still properly chaperoned.

“Liliana. Would you explain why I was summoned here so unceremoniously and so early? Your handmaiden wasn’t making any sense!” His tone was exasperated and a touch irritated, but still polite enough. “She was babbling something about your reflection is gone?”

Lily turns and looks at him, her eyes still wide but color was returning to her face when she sees Khilseith. She points towards her mirror.

“My…,” she gulps, takes a breath, and tries again. “My reflection was there, then she gasped, and ran away!”

Khilseith looks into the mirror and notices that indeed, Lily has no reflection. He turns back to look at Lily and notices she has a slight glow to her now, her skin has a more alabaster tone to it than it did before, and her ears were the svelte tall pointed elven ears she had been born with, finally.

“Did you notice how your reflection looked before she disappeared?” He asks carefully so as to not spook her.

“Uhh….normal like it has the last 20 years?” Lily wonders why he would ask such a silly question and shakes her head. She had only been here a couple weeks so things were still a little unnerving and odd for her. She did her best to maintain some sort of decorum and calmness when in public, but in her private chambers with Amyra she felt safe to be herself. This new development made her a bit nervous even though she knew things were very different in Vaedrathan than they were in the human world.

Khilseith lets off a big laugh.  Lily frowns at him and he walks over to the mirror, says a few things to it, waving his hand over it.  He turns back to her and smiles, still trying to contain his laughter.

“Look now. I will explain in a moment if you don’t figure it out on your own which I am sure you will,” he says trying to encourage her.

Lily gets up slowly , moves carefully to the mirror, and then peeks around Khilseith cautiously. As she leans around him, her head and face come into view. She moves around him completely now as she sees it is safe. She raises an eyebrow as she adjusts to what she sees in front of her. Where she saw a pretty human girl just a little while before, she now sees an stunning elven woman. She reaches up and gently touches her ears, her lips forming a small o in awe.  As she stands there admiring her new form, Khilseith clears his throat behind her.

She looks up and sees him standing behind her, a smile on his face.

“You have finally come back into being you, my Queen. And you are one of the most breathtaking elven women I have ever seen in my life.” He smiles softly at her, letting her know that this compliment was sincere.

She smiles back at him but then frowns when she looks back at her own reflection.

“But that still doesn’t explain why my reflection ran away! That…that’s just creepy! Reflections just can’t run away!” Then she stops and thinks. “Well, they couldn’t in the human world at least. Was it because the human part of me saw the elf and couldn’t deal with it? Was this the goddess telling me that my human life is completely gone now?”

Khilseith nods.

“Yes. You have come back into your original form and Goddess Galrena, instead of just letting you see your new form as soon as you woke, decided to be a bit, abrasive, about it. She knew you would call for me, so she wasn’t worried because you’d have someone to explain it to you and help you adjust.”

Lily nods slowly.

“I suppose this was a slightly better way than me seeing a full blooded elf in the mirror first thing. I would have freaked WAY worse.”

She turned to Khilseith.

“Thank you for coming. I just didn’t know who else to ask and you have been so helpful.”

“I told you I was going to be here for you and protect you. I meant it.” Khilseith bows and smiles softly at her as he comes up out of it. “Alas, I must go now though so I can explain to my wife why I got pulled from her so early. You shall soon learn what it is like having a spouse you have to explain things to. I hope you choose as well as I did.”

With that he bows again and leaves, making sure that the guards know that all is well.

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Week 1, Day 7- First Lines

(This is just a taste of this scene. More will be added to it for the novel — Enjoy!)

Prompt: “They don’t make handcuffs like they used to.” ( I am changing it to magic nullification for the purpose of this scene )

They don’t make magic nullification spells like they used to as Khilseith, number one priority prisoner of Queen Liliana, was about to find out.

He had been in this horrid place for what seemed like months, and it had only been a few days.  It was dirty, small, and all he had to sleep on was a disgusting piece of cloth they called a blanket.

“If I could only use some magick, I’d make this place a bit more livable!”

“Have you tried lately Uncle?”

A soft whisper came out of the darkness, followed by his beloved nephew and apprentice, Kyrenic.

“Kyrenic! What are you doing here? If they find you….”

“They won’t. I’ve taken care of them.” Kyrenic grins at his uncle. “Try your magic and lets get you out of here.”

“What are you babbling about boy? This whole cell has had a nullification spell cast on it! Have you been into my wine again or have you just lost your mind?”

Kyrenic rolls his eyes and runs his hands over the shimmering wall that stands between him and his master. As Khilseith watches, there is a small /whoosh\ sound. He reaches a hand out and the glowing wall disappears. He reaches out and grabs his nephew, yanking him to him.

“How did you do it?  And why did you take so long!?”

He hugs him tightly and as soon as Kyrenic can breathe again, “The nullification spell had to have been done by an amateur because it was way to easy to bring down. Now we must go, Linvanu’s nephew is waiting for us and we don’t have much time before someone realizes what’s going on.”

The two slip out of Khilseith’s cage, but not before Khilseith turns, waves his hand, and sets fire to everything, not caring that this would probably burn down the dungeon and everyone left in it.  He laughs maniacally and then runs after his nephew. This was only the beginning of his revenge.

 

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Week 1, Day 5 – First Lines

First Line: “She closes her eyes then counts to ten.”

She closes her eyes, then counts to ten. The electricity crackling around her slowly subsides as she mutters the numbers under her breath. Her fists were clenched when the magick started sparking, but now she flexes her hands and fingers as she tries to breathe through the overwhelming and almost suffocating cloud of magic that wants to envelop her and lash out at everything in front of her.

Through her tightened jaw, “Mother. How,” she swallows and unclenches her teeth, “how can you not understand why I am so upset?” She says all of this very carefully, trying very hard to keep control.

Talia backs up, a bit frightened at this scene of magickal power from her daughter.

“Lily. Please honey. We did it to keep you safe. We’ve told you that. Please control your magick,” her mother begs.

“I am trying, Mother. I have no idea how to fully control this as Father and Khilseith have not started my lessons yet,” she takes another breath as she feels the magick trying to get through again. “I am only keeping control out of instinct, and the more you give me excuses, the harder it is going to be for me to keep calm.”

“I…I will get your father then, or Lord Olastra,” Talia starts to move closer to the door.

“NO!” Lily flings her arms in the opposite direction of her mother, because with all her faults, Talia is still her mother and she doesn’t want to kill her because she can’t control her powers. As her arms swing around, lightning flies across the room, shattering everything in its path. Vases, bits of wall, tables, all explode into pieces, sending projectiles everywhere like a bomb just went off. Her mother instantly hits the floor to avoid getting hit by anything, covering her head with her arms.

Lily screams in frustration as the lightning continues to streak and bounce around the room. The doors come flying open as Theren, Khilseith, and half of the guards come running in thinking the women were being attacked. They all ducked as bolts go zipping over their heads. Khilseith throws up a shield around everyone but him and Lily as he moves towards her to help calm her and keep the rest safe from her wild magick.

“Liliana! Breathe! Deep breaths! Concentrate!” He barks at her as he continues moving towards her.

“I’M TRYING but she just makes me SO ANGRY!” As those last words leave her lips, a fireball shoots off and puts a large hole in the outer wall, burning through the trees in the garden directly outside, and finally fizzles when it hits the fountain.

She falls to her knees sobbing and weak. Khilseith moves to her and scoops her up in his arms, waving his hand over her and sending her into a deep sleep. He releases the shield and looks at her parents.

“Might I suggest that Lady Talia stay away from Liliana until she has more control over her emotions AND her magick? Theren, we need to start her lessons immediately. She has way more power than even I suspected.” He nods at all of them. “Guards! Follow me so I may get her settled in her chambers and she can sleep off all this energy she just sent everywhere.”

The guards salute Theren and Talia and then some follow Khilseith while the rest go to get some help to clean up the mess their queen just made.

Theren looks down as his wife and shakes his head as he helps her stand.

“I warned you this would happen,” and he walks off, leaving his wife to collect herself and go to her chambers so she could grieve in peace for the life and daughter she no longer had.

Week 1, Day 4 – First Lines

First Line: “He blinked, and she was gone.”
He blinked, and she was gone.
This is how Khilseith felt when he and his wife Glynni lost their middle daughter. Shalana was still a young elf, only around 30 years old, strong in magick, and too curious for her own good and sadly, that curiosity and attitude like her father is what killed her.
It was a day like any other day. Shalana went to Khilseith’s tower for her lesson and her father had not gotten there yet. So, being the curious youngling she was, she started poking around his tower until she found an old bottle with swirling purple and silver liquid that she had never seen before. Her curiosity got the better of her and she drank it, as she didn’t know she could have checked it using her magic since she was still learning. After taking a sip and nothing happened, she took a couple more sips and put the bottle back down and continued exploring Khilseith’s tower. She had only taken three steps when she started feeling really nauseous and pustules started appearing on her arms. She ran over to the mirror on her father’s desk and saw matching bumps appearing all over her face. She started to scream a blood-curdling sound and ran out of the tower.
“FATH… HEL….. HRL…..” her shout was cut off as she started gurgling and choking on her saliva as it was boiling her alive from the inside.
Khilseith was just coming out of their house when he heard Shalana. He snapped his finger and teleported right to his little girl. But he was too late. He found his middle child…his beloved prodigy daughter….dead. Her body lay sprawled on the walkway covered in pus, neon green saliva covering most of her face and oozing down her chest, ruining her clothes.
“Shalana! What? NOOOOO!” He wails so loud, the animals surrounding his tower scatter.
Waving his hand, the ooze disappears but there was only so much he could do about the pockmarks that were left from the pustules, marring Shalana’s once pristine skin. He pulled her to him, the anguish rolling off of him in waves of magic. It was a good thing that his tower and home were on the outskirts of Galna Alari because anyone walking by would have been knocked out from his power.
He teleports the two of them to their home and lays her gently on the chaise in the front room.
“GLYNNI!! FAYLIN!!”
His wife and eldest come downstairs, looking at each other, rolling their eyes, wondering why he is shouting now. This was a normal occurrence, so they were not expecting the sight that reached them when they got to the bottom of the stairs and entered their living room. As soon as they see Shalana, the two fall together to the floor sobbing.
Glynni looks up at her husband, her eyes pleading with him to explain, but Khilseith’s eyes were only for his child. He did not see a teenager in front of him but the baby she had been been a mere thirty years before. He fell to his knees beside her body, his shoulders shaking as he wept silently. He knew he would lose the rest of his family if he let his grief take full control of his emotions, so he swallowed the sadness, gripped the couch she lay on, and did his best to hang on to what sanity had left at the moment. It was like a nightmare come true.
He had blinked…..and she was gone.

Week 1, Day 3: First Lines

Prompt: Georgie (or another name/gender), stop playing with that.
“Tiatha! Stop playing with that!”
Tiatha sighs and puts the orb down and wanders around her father’s library. Figures she’d be the daughter of not only an elder, but one of the most powerful mages in Galna Alari. As she wanders, she slowly makes her way back to the orb. She was fascinated with the colors and patterns that swirled around in it. She reaches out and runs her finger down it, fascinated how the magic inside follows her fingertip.
“TIATHA!” Khilseith turns away from the book he was trying to read to glare at his youngest daughter. “I told you to stop playing with that!”
“I’m not playing, Father,” exasperated she turns to look at him, her finger still on the orb. “I’m simplty touching it.”
“Do you even know what that is?”
“No but it’s really neat. I can feel the power in it.” She looks back at the orb and raises an elegant eyebrow at it. “Why must you keep the magic trapped Father? It needs to come out!”
She taps her finger against it and sparks start flying from the very minute crack her nail created. Khilseith runs to her and snatches her out of the way right as a streak of magic was about to hit her. Energy flies from his hand as he shields her in a bubble, immobilizing her for a few moments. As the one hand is making sure Tiatha is safe, the other is swirling black smoke around the orb, containing the magic that had been slipping out. Once his other hand is free, he uses it to cast a mending spell that seals the crack, pushing the magic back inside the orb. After making sure all is well, he places both hands on the table the orb and its stand sits upon, his head hanging as he takes a couple of deep breaths to control the rage that is bubbling up.
<Must…not…let her see. Must…not…harm my daughter.> His thoughts swirl and rage in his head as he repeats these words silently over and over til he is calm once more. He looks up at the orb that now sits just as pretty as it was before the incident and he breathes a soft sigh of exasperation and turns to look at his child.
He waves his hand through the air and the soft pink bubble dissipates and she can move again.
“Father! What in the world!? Why did you immobilize me?” She yells indignant.
“I told you to not play with it. You still have not gained full control over your abilities and I knew something was going to happen when you touched that orb. That magic is not something you are ready for and it could have killed you!”
He steps towards his daughter and pulls her into a tight embrace.
“I don’t know what I would do if I lost any of my girls.” He says softly as he kisses the top of her head. “I am not trying to be mean when I ask you to not touch certain things, my little Tia. I just don’t want you hurt while you find your way through the confusion that magic can cause.”
Tiatha returns Khilseith’s hug and nods, then looks up. “I assume this could be called my lesson for the day then?” She gives him a little sheepish grin.
He laughs and hugs her again then releases her.
“Yes, this was a HUGE lesson for you today. When I ask you to stop playing with something….”
“Stop playing or touching whatever it was and find something more constructive to do!” She finishes for him, laughing with him. “Alright Father. I will let you get back to your studies then. Gi melin.”
He smiles at her. “I love you too, my little Tia.”

Week 1, Day 2: First Lines

Prompt: The knife shone wicked in the moonlight.
The knife shone wicked in the moonlight but Amaryllis wasn’t worried. The creatures she hunted were undead and were too stupid to notice it. She gave the signal to her comrades and then faded into the shadows.
Moving quietly, she blended in with the darkness and circled around the zombies as they shambled towards her friends on the other side of the room.
As soon as she saw their fighter Desara move in and attack one of the zombies, she drew her short sword and got into position right behind the creature. Twirling the short sword and dagger til they felt perfect in her hand, she slides across the floor and slices the creature along the back of its knees, crippling it to where it falls to the floor. She’d have gone for a higher spot, but being as she only stands three and a half feet tall, she had to go with what she could reach.
As she’s dodging the zombie as it falls, she shouts, “Y’all can kill him now!
Desara, seeing the zombie fall and moving around Amaryllis, swings his scimitar, slicing the creature’s head off. He stands up after making sure the head was fully severed and sees more of them coming at them.
“Kanaa! Krikket! Can we get some help here?”
The goliath mage, standing back somewhat from the fighting, shifts so she can get a better view of the zombies coming up behind her companions.
As Amaryllis moves back towards the shadows, a fireball comes flying over her head and zips past Desara, singing him slightly as it flies by. It hits one zombie square in the chest and spreads to the other seven zombies standing around it. As the flames spread among the eight creatures, some incinerate on contact, while the rest slowly burn to death.
Desara turns to look at Kanaa.
“You couldn’t have thrown something a little less dangerous to us, Kanaa?”
“Sure Desara. I’ll throw lightning next time!” Kanaa rolls her eyes. “You’re welcome…”
“Thank you Kanaa for saving our butts even though ya could have used something a little less…fiery!” Amaryllis says with as much sincerity as she could muster. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the goliath, but then she didn’t trust many people that were seven and a half feet tall and had gray mottled skin.
Krikket and Myadi, the party’s healer and paladin both head towards Desara and Amaryllis. Myadi moves past them to make sure the zombies that fell to the ground are well and truly dead by sending her holy power into them. This makes the pile of ash glow with a bright light and take flight into the air like small fireflies and slowly disappear.
In her soft, slightly deep voice, Myadi informs everyone, “The zombies are taken care of.”
“Thanks for takin’ care of that Mya. I woulda but I had to tend to mister barely got a sunburn on his face,” Krikket thanks her friend while teasing Desara.
Everyone laughs, including Desara as they check the room for treasure and head to the next room of the dungeon.
“Yea yea, everyone laugh at the fighter,” he laughs softly and brushes Krikket away. “I’m fine Krik. Save your healing for something serious. This is only the first room. We’ll need your and Mya’s healing later I’m sure.”
Krikket nods. “If we’re already dealin’ with THAT amount of zombies, won’t be sahprised if there’ll be worse up ahead!”
She packs up her salves and stands, walking over to stand with Kanaa. Amaryllis cleans off her weapons, re-sheathes her sword, tucks her dagger into her boot, does a v-salute from her head, and disappears into the shadows to scout ahead.
“Well, let’s go. Mya, I got front, you cover back, ladies stay between us. Who knows what the next area will bring.” Desara gave marching orders then went in the direction Amaryllis had gone.