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actual golden retriever, ashe ubert. ([personal profile] chivalread) wrote2019-10-07 12:29 pm
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10/28; night in Forsvar (Action)

[personal profile] pauldron 2019-10-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[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?]
nuncommon: as your personal savior? (Have you accepted Sothis)

post-october event, action

[personal profile] nuncommon 2019-10-29 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a blur since then. Mustering the dwindling remnants of energy to go out and assist more people, the truly stubborn ones who kept fighting and fighting and going back out to fight some more. Mercedes doesn't quite find it frustrating at this point, only wishing that her own abilities would settle back beneath her skin as comfortably as they once had. That her efforts wouldn't drain her as much as they have.

But that's a thought and a sigh for later. The worst has passed. For now, she puts herself to the task of locating Ashe-- for many reasons, truly, but largely because she wants to check on him. He isn't in the kitchens, nor can he be found after a thorough sweep of the library, and now she stands before his door, knocking her knuckles against it politely. ]

Ashe? Are you in?
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