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  1. "You're kidding," Lindow spat in exhaustion when he realized the lycan was still alive after his assault. Sensing the danger, his shadow bubbled before shooting up like a geyser to intercept the massive claw as it took a swipe at its owner's head. With the lycan's vision obscured for a crucial second, Lindow seized the opportunity with a roar, cleaving through the wall of darkness to drive the longsword deep into the lycan's neck. Though this still wasn't enough to stop the creature despite its accumulated injuries. The wolf let out its own gargled roar, charging as if it meant to tear Lindow apart with two crossing strokes from its claws. With nowhere to run, Lindow stepped closer into the beast's range while twisting his hand into a chopping motion. The wild crackling of magic hissed and sizzled with the smell of burnt fur as the Third Blade began cutting through the lycan's torso to sear its vital organs. The creature shuddered in agony for only a brief moment before finally falling forward, nearly knocking Lindow over in the process. Panting, Lindow watched the last sparks of thunder magic dissipate before turning to see Ryia staring determinedly forward towards Lucas despite appearing to be more than halfway dead. The man opened his mouth to speak but instantly realized how dry his mouth was. Silently, he reached down into his pack to confirm that he still had three potions tucked away for such a circumstance. "Keres, do you think you can get Madelyn up?" Lindow addressed the water mage as he made his way towards Ryia. "As for you, drink this and hold still... You won't be able to save anyone in that state." Tossing the top of a health potion to the side, he thrust the bottle towards the Earth chosen before reaching out with his free hand to begin healing her arm with the Light Spirit's magic.
  2. Lindow’s gaze darted frantically between the two beasts as they shattered the barrier and came rushing towards him once more. His shadow began to twist quiver at his feet the thunder chosen’s mind raced for solutions. Thankfully, Keres was quick to act, blasting the wolf at his flank with a torrent of water that sent it tumbling off its footing. Seizing the slight ease in the pressure, Lindow hastily dropped down into his shadow moments before the second lycan tore through the space he had just occupied. His reappearance was almost instantaneous. The sound of crackling lighting could be heard from the darkness behind the lycan as the tip of the Third Blade erupted from the beast’s shadow, followed by Lindow brandishing his longsword in his free hand. Though the wound wasn’t fatal, magic blade had found its mark in the creature’s back. With no intention of letting the creature recover from his surprise counter, Lindow drove the third blade deep and followed up with a series of stabs with his longsword in hopes of taking the creature out of the fight.
  3. Taking advantage of the opening provided by the wall of light, Lindow reached out a struck the lycan with a sudden stream of cyan lighting just as it had shattered the barrier with its claws. The lycan let out a low growl as it succumbed to the stunning effects of man's magic. The growl turned into a loud snarl as Lindow quickly drew his longsword and drove its point deep into the center of the creature's foot. Stirred by the pain, the hulking figure reach down to make a grab for it's lanky looking attacker only to find that the man had already dodged to it's right flank, leaving the longsword pointed down as it protruded from the beast's appendage. Turning on his heel, he gripped the hilt of the Bandit Cleaver tightly with both hands to take a wide swing at the wolf's midsection. He watched with delight as the creature quickly turned and backed up a step, only to be cut off by another one of Madelyn's barriers. Unfortunately his smirk quickly faded when the beast let out another low growl before reaching down and grabbing the Bandit Cleaver's blade and halting its momentum mid attack. "Tsk," Lindow kissed his teeth at the audacity of such a move. Eyeing the lyncan's free hand his expression grew dark at the sight of a large fist coming straight for his face. The smell of dog filled the Thunder Chosen's lungs as he hastily released half his grip on the Bandit Cleaver, leaning backwards to narrowly dodge the attack. The stench was the least of his issues, however. The lycan's jaws were open wide as it loomed over him, clearly intent chomping down on him. Letting instinct take the wheel, Lindow found himself dipping low to the ground, forcing him to release his prized cleaver completely. Though his hands were only empty for a but a moment. As his fingers curled around the hilt of the longsword that was lodged in the lycan's foot, the shadow beneath the two combatants darkened before surging upwards as a mass of tendrils that slammed into the beast's open maw. Having never expected such a thing, the lycan recoiled in shock, tossing the Bandit Cleaver to side whilst Lindow yanked the longsword from its foot and retreated backwards to gain some distance. "Hey!" Lindow was legitimately offended the lack of reverence for the Bandit Cleaver. "As if I needed another reason to kill you..." He took a quick swing at the air of ahead him to get reacquainted with the longsword's distinct personality. Cleaning its blade and flicking lycan's blood back at it in the process. He could hear rustling in the trees behind him, meaning that even more enemies were about to join the fray. "More company has arrived." Readying himself for the next assault, Lindow called to out to the others so they weren't easily ambushed by what lurked just outside the clearing.
  4. Lindow's expression hardened as Ryia met the first of the lycan head on. Silently drawing the Bandit Cleaver from the scabbard on his back, he watched the two's brief exchange devolve to a struggle on the ground, resulting in the lycan pinning Ryia to the the forest floor with it's equally monstrous strength. The Thunder Chosen sprang into action immediately, closing the distance and breaking the stalemate by swinging the Cleaver's rectangular blade into the arm that the beast was using to keep Ryia's weapon hand down. His attack cut deep into the creature's forearm, causing it to rear back and pull away from Ryia. Lindow eyes quickly darted around as the sounds of the rest of the wolves closing in on the group grew louder by the moment. Seizing the opening, the man sneered and took another wide horizontal swing over the Earth Chosen's head, forcing her attacker to dodge backwards before checking the wound left by the Bandit Cleaver. "I'll leave him to you." Lindow glanced down to nod at Ryia before turning on his heel to get visual on the lycan attacking the group's flank. Its target was clearly the two mages providing support, and at the speed it was moving, it would be on top of them in mere moments. Producing a throwing knife in his free hand, Lindow dashed past Keres and Madelyn to intercept their would be attacker. Tossing the small blade towards the lyncan's face, he watched with interest as the beast deflected the projectile whilst shifting its own trajectory towards him.
  5. After testing the wooden blades's abilities for a bit, Lindow devoted the rest of his time to rest and preparation. He had meant to drench his blades in poison, but after scouring the parties inventory, he was forced to settle for pocketing one the dwarf explosives before closing his eyes whilst he could. He would make a mental note to himself to restock on poison and other elixirs the next time they found a town... When the presumed leader of the wolf pack appeared before them, he quickly sprung up to give the large man a once over as he addressed the group. "Well now. Isn't this a surprise. Outsiders in my forest? It's been such a long time since we've had guests. Perhaps we should have a feast." His eyes lingered on the elves, and then he looked towards the animals, and he said, "it looks like you've brought the food, how thoughtful of you." "Your forest?" Lindow was the first to respond. "That’s strange. The elves seem to distinctly think that you were the outsiders… How’s a guy supposed to keep track of who’s in charge around here?” "Isn't it obvious? Whoever takes a place owns it; that's just how it works. They're all hiding in their city and we're out here, seems pretty clear who's 'in charge' to me." "Finally, someone’s speaking my language!” Lindow beamed. This man seemed simple enough, meaning that being forthcoming could work out in their favor. “Well then boss man, the city folk sent us to fight their battle for them… but we couldn’t careless about the politics here. We’re looking for a Demon Gate, twists everything around it with it’s nastiness. I’m sure you’ve noticed something since you’re out here all the time." The other man laughed, a deep and low laugh, as he ran his hand through his hair. "Ah, those. Been a long time since anyone has decided to stir them up." He shrugged. "I can tell you that's not anywhere around here, maybe they buried it somewhere." He laughed again. "We’re less interested and in stirring them up than we are tearing them down. You don’t seem to care either way, but it will be nothing but good for your territory…” Lindow thought for a moment. “You’ll be compensated of course. Cant spare any meat off our bones but we’re a talented bunch.” "Oh? And what do you think a bunch like you can do for us?" "I suppose we’ve got healing magic for starters…” Lindow offered dispassionately. He was a tad surprised that the Lycan leader had been open to chat for so long. “Honestly, the elves would have had us slay your lot for the information, so I figured you might have some dirty work for us as well.“ He shrugged. “We’re not picky. Name your price." The Lycan cackled again, this time the laugh seemed to be echoed by multiple howls from all direction, causing Lindow's brow to furrow. "Well how about you go and slaughter all the elves for us huh? Maybe starting with those two right there?" So much for the peaceful route. “Sounds fun." Lindow sighed whistfully. "I definitely wanna take shot at the smug one missing an arm!” His smile had already faded. “But be serious. If it were that easy than both sides would just do the other in themselves… we just wana to get rid of the gate. I welcome you use us to your advantage, but it’s sad both sides want us to fight the whole war for them.” "I think you misunderstand, there's no war here. And don't think those elves sent you to us thinking you had a chance of winning. They just wanted to get rid of you. I'd be insulted if it wasn't convenient to get such an easy meal delivered right to us." "Heh," The time for talk seemed to be coming to the end. Though they managed learn that the Demon Gate wasn't close by, the prospect of it being buried somewhere was a whole new bag of worms in itself. “I suppose you won’t mind telling us more about the Gate when we win then? On the off chance you’re still alive of course…" Lindow sneered whilst shifting into a ready stance. He kissed his teeth twice before patting his thighs and beckoning the man over like a stray puppy. “c'mere, boy!”
  6. "Also, that man you talked about. What does he look like?" Pan asked bluntly. "Cause ya know, might as well keep an eye out right? More the merrier, ahaha." Cym said, almost too hastily. The pair's interest in the group's missing companion didn't go unnoticed. "No need. He'll turn up eventually." Lindow responded with a smile before turning and setting his gaze on Madelyn. "I'm sure he'll be flattered that you to are so eager to meet though." He called back to the two elves over his shoulder before skulking over to the light mage, artifacts of the first Elf Lord in hand. "little Keres gleaned a little bit of information about these but I'd imagine someone of your skills should have an easier time decipher their magic." Lindow presented the two trinkets to Madelyn with a nod. He could hear her mumbling something about "how much they're worth" to herself as she snatched them from his hands. "If they're no good in a fight, then go ahead and pawn them off if you want..." She seemed surprised by what he said, only then realizing she had spoken aloud. "Pawn them off? What do you take me for, I have no need for something like that!" She said hastily whilst taking a closer look at the artifacts. "Sure." Lindow offered disinterestedly as he watched Reinaan darting around the camp, clearly setting some kind fortifications for the battle to come. She looked over the sword for quite a while then frowned. "It's subtle...but the edge certainly seems to have something to it..." She decided to check over the cane instead. After some checking she stood up and moved over towards the mule. Without warning she lifted the cane and put the tip on the mule's forehead. After a bit she walked back to Lindow. "It seems to allow one to speak with animals." "Huh. That was fast... good work.” Lindow's disinterested in the cane was obvious. “Let’s play with this one some more!” He cooed before dragging Madelyn deeper into the woods around the camp to test the First Elf Lord's sword on whatever they could. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anything living to take a swing at, but after testing the blade's might against a number of trees and barriers the two came to the realization that the wooden sword seemed to only be able cut through magic and was essentially just a piece of wood in any other circumstance.
  7. Lindow watched Keres and Ryia make their way to the surface for a moment, curious to see if the spectral guard would make an appearance again. His smile grew a bit wider when he confirmed safe passage. The fact that elves didn’t stir from their graves boded well for the festivities to come. “The wraiths are loyal to you, right? I’d bet it could save us some headache if you just take whatever’s in there yourself.” His gaze landed on Pan. "It wouldn't make a difference, they're spirits, they're more loyal to the one they originally served." The boy shrugged. "They listen to me because I share his blood." “I see.” Lindow thought for a moment. He was weary of dealing with ghost legion again after narrowly cheating death once already. “Well, they’ll certainly be hesitant to run me through again if you're close by… so lead the way, your highness!” He smiled and extended his arm towards the threshold that led deeper into the tomb. Pan let out a sigh. "It's just a door, do you think you'll get lost." Regardless, the elf proceeded to go through the doorway anyway with Cym close behind. “Heh,” The Thunder Chosen scoffed at what seemed to a jest from the lad. The room they entered was smaller than the rest and covered in flowers. Many brightly colored blooms covered the floor and walls. In the middle of the small, roughly oval-shaped, room was what looked like a wooden coffin. On top of said coffin rested two objects. One of them looked to be a cane made of dark red wood and wrapped in vines. The other was shaped like like the kind of sword Damien used. Only it was completely wooden and, frankly, plain looking. Lindow took in the room with a blank expression before setting his sights on the coffin in the center. “So who’s in the box?” "It is the coffin of the first Elven Lord. No one is 'in the box'." “How prestigious.” Lindow shrugged before tilting his head towards Pan yet again. “..." There was a brief moment of silence. "You’re gonna make me ask about the trinkets too, huh?” It was clear from his tone that he didn’t want to spend any more time in the tomb than he had too. “Come now, the quicker we wrap up in here, the sooner we can sort out our business and leave this forest behind…” "They are what they are, I dunno much else. They used to be his I think." Pan’s response was no help at all. "He probably slept through that part of history class." Cym added from behind them. "And you probably skipped it." Pan replied, prompting Lindow to sigh before stepping forward towards the center of the room. As he approached, the Thunder Chosen couldn't shake the sensation of being watched. This feeling only grew more intense as he stood over the coffin, holding is breath as if tuning his senses to any movement inside. From what he could tell, the casket was empty just as Pan said, but that didn't stop him from glancing around the room once again before snatching the two eleven treasures up. "..." Lindow's hairs stood on end immediately. He was sure now that that the spirits of the tomb all had their eyes on him, but for the moment nothing was happening. Unsure of how long he had before another pair of spectral hands wrapped themselves around his ankles, the Thunder Chosen darted towards the exit and full speed. Only stopping his stride when he emerged at the shrines entrance where the girls were waiting. "Phew," He cooed as he brought himself to skidding halt against the forest floor. In his hands the man brandished both the cane and the wooden sword as he held them up in the sun for further inspection. He had no idea what he had stollen, but if they belonged to the first Elven Lord then there was surely something special about these seemingly mundane trinkets...
  8. At last it seemed the other chosen had managed to rope the prince, his aid, and their dragon into joining their group. With a grunt, Lindow impatiently brought himself to a standing position, as it seemed that their next move would be to locate and exterminate the Lycans. This was something he could definitely get behind. Having never seen these wolfmen for himself, the Thunder Chosen was eager to see if they lived up to their reputations. However, before they could begin sorting the details about how they would go about such an endeavor, Cym seemed to be curious about their ever elusive sixth companion. Ryia was the first to answer, providing a basic rundown of what the knew about him with the expected amount of "um"s sprinkled between. "He carries an elven sword. Gorgeous craftsmanship, with a blade that seems to dampen magic and is much too long for the sheath..." Lindow chimed in before glancing around the room. It had just occurred to him that they were in a royal tomb, and with the boy here, they could have access all its treasures. "Hey," His gaze settled on Pan. "you've been poking around for a while, right? Do ya having anything like that down here?!"
  9. Lindow turned on his heel to greet the new arrival as she came barreling into he room. Though he couldn’t sense the magical power outright, the sudden surge of heat was enough to make him aware of their approach. It was a straight sword. The first new one he’d seen since coming to this island actually. “Fiends and vagabonds! I won't let you have your way! Prepare to face the fiery steely wrath of my....wrath!" The sword’s wielder called out after placing herself between them and their target, clearly misreading the situation and coming to his defense. “I see.” Lindow looked back forth between two elves. “I suppose you could be around that age… it’s hard to tell with you elves.” He settled on the suspected prince and addressed him with a wagging finger. “Tisk tisk, your highness. Privacy is important but I would hardly call this crypt a good place for a romantic getaway.” The male elf slowly looked over towards Lindow, not seeming to understand, "Huh? I never called it that." Lindow simply pressed on. “What exactly are you doing here then? Your people must be pretty worried if they’re willing have us outsider come looking for you…” The prince gave an expression as though he had just eaten something sour. "So that's what this is about...." His gaze drifted off to the side and before snapping forward as realization hit him. "Oh, I mean. I don't know what you're talking about no one is looking for me I'm nobody special." The girl shook her weapon, "Hey! I don't know what you think you're doing but you better not be ignoring me!" “No thanks.” Lindow glanced over and gave her a pleasant smile as if she were someone peddling her wears at the market. He certainly had his fill of fighting after being impaled by the phantoms only moments prior. "Come now, there’s no need to look all sour." He addressed the prince again in a similarly friendly manner. "Why don’t tell us what you’re up to down here? We’ll lend you hand and give you a ride back home. Then you can go ahead and run away all over again once we’re gone. His smile melted as he watched the prince take a step back, "I'm not going back anywhere. I'm leaving...once we find a way past the barrier." His words prompted the girl take a up a defensive position a few steps in front to his left. The Thunder Chosen's shoulders sagged as he let out a sigh over towards the two mages of the group. “What's he on about ? We got in here just fine.” Madelyn is the first to answer. "There WAS something strange about the edge of the forest, I didn't think anything about it then but its possible some sort of magic was set up." Keres followed it up, sounding almost like she was talking to herself, "Maybe it doesn't stop people from coming in...or only stops certain people..." As she said this the boy put his hand under his chin and began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself. This time the elf girl hurriedly began to move to follow him back and forth, watching the group the whole time. "So you're stuck in this forest, huh? I would say that's a bit excessive, but here you are trying to fly the coop." Lindow let his hand rest on the hilt of his short sword before taking a step towards the prince and his protector. "Sounds rough." He felt a little sympathy for the prince, but that wouldn't stop him from doing what he needed to be done. "But unless you can help us find Demon Gate yourself, I'm afraid our only option is to bring you back..." The best he could do was give the guy a chance to make letting him go worth the trouble. It wasn't like the Chosen had any actual reason to be loyal to the other elves, all they needed was information.
  10. Lindow let his sword arm fall limply to his side as the stranger appeared and ended the battle. Without a word he watched as the man casually questioned Ryia about the group's excursion into the shrine. Though Lindow had his own questions running through his head. Like why did this man's commands halt the the advance of the ghosts? He eyed the new arrival's garments carefully, though the pain from his wound didn't lend itself to his detective work. His clothes didn't seem to particularly regal, but if the spirits of this royal tomb heeded his words... did that mean they had found their prince? Lindow played with the thought for a moment before stumbling back towards Madelyn. Playing into his actual pain and fatigue, the Thunder Chosen winced before tipping over and draping himself around the girl's shoulder as if he would fall without her support. "Could this be our guy?" Lindow whispered sneakily into the light mage's ear before groaning loudly. "Well, I think the hole they put in me was rather rude too. So I'd say we're even." He addressed the elf with curious expression. "You mentioned a barrier just now. You wouldn't happen to be trapped in here would you?"
  11. Lindow let out a bloody gasp as a supernatural cold began to creep over his body from the hole left in him from the phantom's spear. His mind was racing, frantically scanning for any indication that the ghost had struck vitals organs. His efforts would prove futile, however. The numbness that the cold brought was far too intense tell... The man growled reaching to his belt and grabbing the hilt of his dagger. He could still move, which meant that the battle wasn't over by a long shot. If he was going die here, Lindow was intent on having his last moments spent hacking into the opposition. Prioritizing the ghost whose grave he had desecrated, Lindow took a hasty swipe at the creature's hand, forcing it to release its grip around his ankles. Though there was still the matter of the other three specters surrounding him. Watching trio of moved in unison to skewer him once more, Lindow waited for the last possible moment before suddenly falling into his shadow and leaving the ghosts to look on with empty expressions. A streak of darkness could be seen racing across the ground towards Madelyn before expanding into what looked to a pitch black hole. Just as one of the specters moved to strike at the light mage it was intercepted by a crackling blade of thunder from somewhere within the shadowy opening. Lindow was close behind, watching in annoyance as the ghost was forced back by the take but still seemed to completely undamaged after being struck by his strongest attack. "You got any bright ideas? We won't last long like this." Lindow's call to Madelyn was grim as he stepped fully out of the shadows. As he spoke the man clutched his chest and begun channelling the Light Spirits magic into the wound in hopes of prolonging his life. All while, two more pairs of specters begun to approaching both him and Keres respectively. "Well, not do what you did before, for one." She said, before putting up barriers as the ghosts descended on everyone “So you’ve got nothing then.” The Thunder Chosen let out a sigh before pivoting around the barrier meant to intercept his two attackers. Swinging the Third Blade down into phantom spears in attempt to disarm them by destroying the shafts of their weapons whilst they were tangible. "Sorry I'm a bit busy trying to keep everyone from dying." Madelyn snapped back at him. His attack had succeeded in knocking two aggressors away from the barrier, but from what he could tell the weapons remained in perfect ghostly condition. Cursing loudly, Lindow took a step backwards towards Madelyn as he raised what was left of the Third Blade up in a defensive stance whilst the light spirits healing magic begun to flicker. The legion of ghosts had begun circling them like wolves whilst he was focusing on dealing with the two in front of him, and to make matters worse the four who had ganged up on the man earlier were approaching to give running him through another whirl. "Huh. A for effort I suppose..." He gave the girl a painful shrug as he watched his would be executioners closing in. At his feet, Lindow's shadow anxiously twitched and wiggled as its master begun thinking up a form that would be of some kind of use in countering the coming assault.
  12. Lindow eyed the legion of phantoms with a frown. "More ghosts, huh?!" He spat in annoyance as he watched the shades begin to move on all sides. "Ah." The man sighed loudly at the realization that the group had an enchanted weapon for this very occasion. Though it wouldn't be doing them much good gathering dust on the back of the mule... Perhaps he could retrieve it? Backing up towards the entrance of the room, Lindow ignored Keres's gaze as he quickly reached backwards through he vail of darkness to be sure that leaving was still an option. Finding that nothing had changed since they had entered the first time, he began to take another step backwards only to hesitate upon seeing the lion's share of the phantoms begin closing in on Ryia. "..." Time seemed slow as he weighed the chances of the girls being overran in the time it would take him to run all the way to the cart outside the tomb. Ordinarily he'd be confident that Ryia would handle herself, but would that shield of hers be any use against a legion of spectral spears? Sighing again, Lindow scratched the back of his head in annoyance before leaning back so that his upper body passed through to previous room. "Look alive, lad!" The Thunder Chosen called out the one member of the group that had yet to enter the now battlefield. "We've got spooks. A whole lot of 'em! Be a doll and grab the funny looking dagger we looted the other day, ya?" He quickly chirped at Reinaan. "We'll hold out till you get back." He added in a more serious tone before vanishing through the black membrane once more. The fight was on the moment Lindow's vision returned. Quickly tossing a throwing knife towards the nearest enemy, he watched as it sailed through its target and clattered against wall behind the apparition. "Whelp," He had been expecting as much. Smirking at the prospect of a new kind of challenge Lindow dash towards his target at full speed. With a grunt he skillfully weaved to the right to avoid a thrust from the ghost's spear before dashing straight through it's body whilst cloaked a Discharge. Though it seemed the thunder magic did nothing to stop the elf from attacking once again in rapid succession, forcing Lindow to duck down dash forward to avoid being skewered by the oddly precise moments of the phantom. With none of his abilities having any effect, Lindow hastily pivoted on his heel. Setting his sights on the flowers and the grave markers the ghosts had originally appeared from, the man used to his speed to close in and slash at the nearest marker, trampling the flowers in the process.
  13. Grunting after shielding his eyes far too late, Lindow took a moment to let his vision return after the sudden flash of light magic. "Let's not try that again, yea?" He called over to Ryia and Madelyn before moving over to the small pond in the center of the room. The young evergreen had also caught his eye. Though the Thunder Chosen was fortunate enough be able to cross the water without taking a dip. "The time has come!" He cooed down to his feet. This was the first time the man had found use for the enchantment placed on his boots, and needless say he was thrilled despite how mundane the situation was. Inhaling quietly, Lindow quickly took a step onto the clear water, marveling how firm the surface felt beneath his feat. He wore the grin of a child as he quickly scampered over the water and onto the small island that harbored the sampling. "Wanna fight?" He half joked to the juvenile evergreen as he squatted down to exam it. Unfortunately, it seemed the his would be opponent was not some kind of creature in disguise. On the contrary, it seemed to be exuding some kind of magic that left the man feeling relaxed and sedated... How boring. Learning from his experience with he floating mushrooms, Lindow refrained from calling the magic tree any names. Instead opting to simply leave its island and join the girls in studying the blackness between them and the threshold. "Can't say I'm a fan of the decor..." He said plainly whilst pulling the dagger from his belt and turning its point towards the darkness. Bloop. Lindow was met with slight resistance, as if he had just dipped his blade into some kind of liquid. Slowly pulling back, he caught a faint glimpse of lingering shadow caught on the edge before vanishing and leaving the blade just as it was before. Was only magic ejected at the threshold then? Glancing up and down between his dagger and the shadow with thoughtful expression the Thunder Chosen shrugged before testing his hypothesis for himself by suddenly walking straight into the darkness. Bloop. Passing through the threshold felt viscous and sticky, but when he got to the other side he found himself in a long room. The walls and ceiling were wood but the floor was clearly dirt. There was vegetation here but vines crisscross the ceiling with small, glowing, berries attached. Along the left and right walls there were six pieces of wood on each side that looked like long strips of bark stuck in the ground at several feet intervals. He could see something written on them, but it was indistinguishable at this distance. Though in front of each of them were beautiful flowers of various colors.
  14. "You still alive after that one?" Lindow grunted in annoyance as the boy teased him on the way up to the crack in the crab's armor. "No. Hurry up and avenge me..." The Thunder Chosen groaned, releasing his grip on the crab and tumbling to the ground. Victory was at hand, he wasn't needed anymore. The man watched as Reinaan finished the job, letting out a victorious snarl in a manner that Lindow had begun to get used to. Oddly enough, he felt tinge of pride gazing up at the boy perched triumphantly above their kill. As someone who valued fighting prowess above all else, Lindow's trust and respect for the young draken grew with every new battle the pair took on shoulder to shoulder. Disinterest in the pile of trinkets left by the crab, Lindow basked in the brief surge of energy he felt before letting out a huge sigh of exhaustion. He wasn't the only one feeling fatigued after the battle however. Reinaan's plan for lunch seemed more ideal with each glance around the faces of the party. Though he didn't bother responding to the boy, or Madelyn's call for the wounded report. His attention had settled on Damien, who was inspecting his precious sword with a perturbed look about him. “What’s with that look? Don’t tell me you chipped the blade…” Lindow walked over and took a seat near the other man. "That's what I'm checking for, didn't think I'd be swinging it at something like this." Damien responded still eyeing his blade carefully. "Hmm," Lindow smiled, quickly coming to a solution that he thought would benefit them both. "wanna borrow one of mine? If it won’t conflict with the enchantment, a second blade would definitely help take some stress off that one.” He had chosen is words carefully, hopping that perhaps this might his chance to learn more about the workings of the mysteries curved sword. "We've a got a pile on the cart. I think I can spare one." "What enchantment would that be?" Damien asked, looking up at Lindow blankly. Lindow responded right away, meeting Damien's blank expression with his own. "Blade elongation, and the ability to cut through magic for starters. Also, you seem to brush off would be injuries rather easily... it protects you too, right?" "Oh, I don't know about all that." Damien said with a shrug. "But about your question, I'm fine using just this sword anything else wouldn't...feel right. Unlike you I'm a one-sword kind of guy." He laughed, forcing Lindow to resist rolling his eye. It was clear the other man was still intent on playing dumb. “Heh, if you say so.” Lindow shrugged before shifting his full attention the others. "How about we all pitch in on the grub this time?" He looked around to gauge the group's response before leaning backwards into a lounging position. "You guys start, I'll be right there..." He said with a smirk before closing his eye and taking in a little sun.
  15. Lindow breathed a sigh of relief as he clung to the crab's leg the aid of the his short sword and the natural ridges of the beasts shell as it tried its best to flee towards the lake with the the two hitch hikers weighing it down. With Reinaan in such close proximity, the man's attention drifted to the lone greharm that was stashed in one of the pouches on his belt. Shakily he released his grip on the creature's shell, forcing him to tighten his grip on the blade as he moved to hastily grab the dwarven contraption. This was the perfect ti- "Know magic's not working right but can you try giving it a shock?!" Reinaan's voice suddenly called, causing Lindow to glance down. The boy's words caused his eyebrows to arch. He had both acknowledged that magic was likely ineffective and asked Lindow to try using it in the same fiery breath. "If this thing gets into the water it could just try taking stabs at us whenever" The young draken implored whoever could to join in, intent on finishing the fight once and for all. "Heh," After bringing his arm up to shield his face from the wave of heat from under the crab, Lindow felt a smirk. He couldn't possible deny the boy when he was so fired up. "You know I'm with ya, kid..." The Thunder Chosen sneered, flexing his palm before suddenly plunging his entire hand wrist deep into the wounded joint of the leg he was clinging to. If the crab's armor was negating their magic, then maybe an internal attack was what they needed. "Here we go!" Cyan sparks began to dance down his arm, angry chirping as they disappeared into the crab's tissue before violently igniting into the third blade inside the beast's body. Lindow realized that something was wrong instantly. Having been been on Thunder Spirit's bad side since they met, he knew the bite Lily's magic when he felt it. Massive arcs of thunder magic erupted from his attack, crackling as they gnawed into everything within their tendrils reach, shocking the two chosen and their prey indiscriminately. Rendered completely stunned by the backlash of his attack going haywire, Lindow could do nothing but cling to the creature as a large shadow moved over head. WHAP! The entire crab buckled as if struck by something heavy. Struggling to move his head, Lindow could just make out what seemed to be the trunk of a tree in the grasp of a watery tendril. Though he couldn't tell from where he was, Keres had managed to crack the top of the monster's shell with her improvised attack.
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