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Post by Nilaya on Nov 23, 2008 19:37:31 GMT -6
What would it have been like if Nilaya hadn't had siblings. She probably wouldn't have been disowned and she probably wouldn't have started learning magic. She wouldn't have needed to do something that would earn her attention, wouldn't have wanted it to be something none of her other siblings were learning. That was what had lead her here.
Maybe I like this better. I like knowing spellcasting and I like wandering. Some of what lead me here I don't like, but I can do nothing about that. My past is as much a part of me as my present.
She heard the twig snap and snapped out of her thoughts, the partially eaten meat poised in front of her mouth. Her eyes turned to Berl and then she began to glance around. "Who's there?"
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Post by Berl on Nov 23, 2008 19:49:55 GMT -6
Berl eased his sword into one hand and inched closer to the fire, reaching for a burning branch that was sticking out of the fire. He raised the burning branch, and saw something glinting. His teeth clenched. He didn't want to kill.
He glanced at Nilaya, who was frozen with her meat halfway up to her mouth. He had to fight not to burst out laughing. The urge died quickly, when he heard the second twig snap from the other side of the camp.
"I hope you can fight," he said. And the two urgals stepped into the firelight.
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Post by Nilaya on Nov 23, 2008 20:04:51 GMT -6
She stabbed the sick into the ground and jumped up from her seat. "Fight? I know how to magically banish someone, but that's all I've got and I'll only have the energy to do it once." The other word she knew was heal, it wouldn't do them any good unless one of them got hurt.
Still, she turned so her back was to Berl, but she was facing one of the urgals. I'll trust him to guard my back. He better not break that trust.
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Post by Berl on Nov 23, 2008 20:12:46 GMT -6
Berl stared down his urgal. Berl didnt personally have anything against urgals. His mother had made sure of that. He did, however, have something against people who wanted to kill him. And, judging by the enormous two-handed sword in the urgal's massive hands, this urgal wanted exactly that.
I won't be able to parry that thing, Berl thought. I'd better just dodge. The urgal swung at him, in a very obvious move that Berl dodged easily. Uh-oh. Now he has a clear shot at Nilaya! Berl stabbed at the thing's arm, trying to keep its attention on him. So dodging isn't going to be the problem. The problem is ending this. If he had his way, the urgal would be left unconcious at the end of the battle. However, that was looking to be impossible.
Not that killing it was going to be a walk in the park.
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Post by Nilaya on Nov 23, 2008 20:23:09 GMT -6
Urgals, something Nilaya had never actually directly confronted yet. She'd typically stayed out of their way seeing as she couldn't do a whole lot against more than one. In this case though she was hoping she could banish him fairly easily.
He swung his sword at her and she dodged, probably the main thing besides Berl stabbing the other urgal that saved her from meeting one of the swords. She muttered the word for banishing and the urgal vanished, but her energy quickly did too. She didn't have enough left for another spell and hardly enough to keep herself standing as she dropped to one knee in the dirt.
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Post by Berl on Nov 23, 2008 22:09:11 GMT -6
Out of the corner of his eye, Berl saw the other urgal vanish. He kept his focus on the second urgal. The urgal, was not so in control, as its head swung toward where its comrad had been, and Berl siezed the chance.
CLANG. His sword smacked the urgal's horn, making his arm go numb. The ural had seen him moving in, and turned back, throwing off Berl's aim. He grinned, and felt blood rush to his head. He rubbed his numb arm, and edged toward the outside of the campsite, away from Nilaya, who had collapsed. He didn't blame her, magic was supposed to take something out of you.
The urgal stepped toward him, swinging its sword about, grinning menacingly. Berl's grin deepened. He was only just barely thinking now, except for quick little thoughts like "duck!" and "opening on the left!" His arm was starting to come back to life, and he started to raise his sword.
The urgal raised its sword for a chop, and Berl dove in without thinking. His sword slid neatly between the urgal's ribs. The urgal dropped its sword in surprise, and it came down hilt first on Berl's head. Berl dropped to the floor, his face still split with a mad grin.
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Post by Nilaya on Nov 23, 2008 23:29:10 GMT -6
Nilaya could barely see the fight as it was driven out of the light of the fire, away from her. Her vision swam a little. That banish had taken quite a bit out of her, but urgals were pretty big. It had almost given Berl an opening for an attack though.
She had trouble making the fight out, but she did see as Berl took out the second urgal. It also resulted in him getting hit by the urgal's sword though. Do I have enough left to heal him? She probably didn't, but she could at least get him to the fire. She stood up and dragged him, slightly unceremoniously, back to their campsite.
She'd take the first watch. Hopefully by the time he woke up she'd have the energy to heal him. That, or maybe it wouldn't matter if she exhausted herself enough to heal him since it would be his turn to watch.
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Post by Berl on Nov 23, 2008 23:41:09 GMT -6
Berl sat up slowly, his hand going to his sword. It wasn't there! He looked around and saw the dead urgal. The one he'd killed. He crawled toward it to pull it free. His vision swam, and he gingerly felt the lump on his head, as the fight came back to him in bits and pieces.
He glanced over at Nilaya. "If you need some rest, I think I can take over," he said dizzily. "Dunno how good I'll be in a fight like this, though." It was taking everything he had to sit up. But he'd just taken an extended nap, and she hadn't looked so great after the fight.
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Post by Nilaya on Nov 24, 2008 8:32:07 GMT -6
Nilaya made her way over to his side and, placing a hand over where the lump on his head was, muttered the word for heal. That took enough of what she had left out of her that she needed rest, even though some of her energy had come back while she had watched over him.
"You should be able to do a lot more now," she said. She made her way back to the other side of the fire and lay down. Trusting him was something she felt she could do after their fight together, at least enough to watch her back .
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