You’d think that after spending some time away from our “home” we’d be happy to be back, spend a little bit of time kicked back, unpack and rest for… I don’t know… a minute at least right? Wrong! We couldn’t even make it back to the front door. Walking down the street we see this bonfire ahead of us. Now, I like a good bonfire now and then but there’s something not right about one in the middle of the street, surrounded by a group of unhappy locals, in front of our current residence. Corval, being the gentleman that he is approaches said group with Blake(n) at his side. After simply asking, “What’s going on here” he was attacked by a man. That’s when the carnage ensued.
Now, Blake(n) is rather protective of his comrades. When he saw this man swing at Corval, he himself raised his mighty warhammer and brought it down upon the aggressor’s skull, caving it in. You might say this could have angered the rest of the group into attacking us. Maybe we could have tried a more diplomatic route to pacify them. Regardless, they began to attack. Being in a heightened state of aggression when we arrive, many of them were able to send attacks of several natures at us before we were able to fully comprehend what had fell upon us. Nevertheless, am I not here to tell you of these events, fret not for our well being.
After the first volley of attacks from the mob, TBD draws her pistols and fires. The first shot strays, compensating for windage, air pressure, and movement speed of her targets, proceeds to send three rounds down range. Three men then fell to the ground.
Throughout the battle I saw Corval and Blake(n) soaking up damage, and dealing fatal blows. Hammers falling upon skulls, sparks flying.
I aim down my scope at my first target. One from which I felt a magical pressance. I didn’t feel the need to figure out what spells or destruction he was capable of. Casting a spell into the round I squeeze the trigger, the body is launched several feet away. He doesn’t stand again. Next target was another spell caster. I terminate him in a similiar manner.
I hear an explosion. Grenades detonate at the feet of the warcasters. I see the men attacking them fall, bodies mangled. I see the glow of power shields, but no harm. Friendly fire working in our favor.
The battle “raged” for another 6 seconds with the four of us standing above our fallen foes. Waiting to see what awaits us within our home.
(Had to leave, I’ll get back to this soon)