[The runes are doing their jobs and holding at night, but that doesn't keep the monsters from rattling around out there all through the pitch dark hours. They seem to get closer, bolder, with each hour before dawn. There's talk among those who call Forsvar home that the walls themselves might not hold at this rate.
So up Lightning has gone, with Ashe, to hold the line. She's done her time toe to toe with these damn things and another run is not something she wants to do. At least the faint glow of the lanterns and torches on the walls lets her see the Spartae as they draw close, Clary's rune stark on her arm. A burst of wind flies from her hand and at the mobile piles of bones, sending two of them clattering apart.
It does nothing to the ones behind.]
Dammit. They just keep coming. [Baring her teeth against the cold, she sends off a fire spell. Her target goes flying back, but though it crashes to the ground in a heap of bones, the two of its fellows that her Aero spell twisted up are gathering themselves together again. Dammit!] What does it take to kill these things?!
[They're already dead, Farron. How many times can you destroy the dead?]
10/28; night in Forsvar (Action)
So up Lightning has gone, with Ashe, to hold the line. She's done her time toe to toe with these damn things and another run is not something she wants to do. At least the faint glow of the lanterns and torches on the walls lets her see the Spartae as they draw close, Clary's rune stark on her arm. A burst of wind flies from her hand and at the mobile piles of bones, sending two of them clattering apart.
It does nothing to the ones behind.]
Dammit. They just keep coming. [Baring her teeth against the cold, she sends off a fire spell. Her target goes flying back, but though it crashes to the ground in a heap of bones, the two of its fellows that her Aero spell twisted up are gathering themselves together again. Dammit!] What does it take to kill these things?!
[They're already dead, Farron. How many times can you destroy the dead?]