10-10-2015, 02:50 PM
Morgan hadn't waited for the man to suggest flight. Before the words were even out of his mouth, she was already sprinting out of the village. Retrieving her mount didn't even occur to her, and it was so far away it may as well have been in Ilia. She swiftly took to the woods, running fast enough to remain ahead of the other travelers as they fled from the Keepers.
One thing made her stop in her tracks; a sudden, intense orange glow. She turned towards its source behind her. The trees blocked much of her view, but she swore she could see a bolt of flame shoot out from elsewhere in the woods. From that direction, she could hear the sound of conflict between the Keepers and their current targets. Who was winning, she couldn't say, but perhaps they weren't as outmatched as she'd assumed...
She rooted around in her pack and removed her bow. She'd forgotten to unstring it, a thing she'd normally chastise herself for, but which brought a wave of relief to her now. With weapon in hand, she quietly moved towards where she thought the fireball had gone, just a short distance away.
The fading light of the autumn twilight made it a bit difficult to see, but she could make out a pair of figures just ahead. A Keeper was prone on the ground, a sword pointed straight at his throat. The holder of the sword, a young woman, held the blade firmly in place. A cursory glance didn't reveal anyone else to Morgan, though in truth it was too dark for her to really tell; at any rate, it seemed like the woman had managed to get her opponent alone.
The appearance of an unnatural, arcane light behind her betrayed the presence of another.
Morgan snatched an arrow out of her quiver and drew her bow, aiming near this glint of light. After she loosed it, it flew past the duo, passing the shoulder of the woman, and struck something in the shadows behind them. The cry of pain indicated her shot had found its mark. The light shook and sputtered, nearly going out. Despite this, she prepped another arrow without drawing it; she couldn't be certain the wound she'd dealt was fatal.
One thing made her stop in her tracks; a sudden, intense orange glow. She turned towards its source behind her. The trees blocked much of her view, but she swore she could see a bolt of flame shoot out from elsewhere in the woods. From that direction, she could hear the sound of conflict between the Keepers and their current targets. Who was winning, she couldn't say, but perhaps they weren't as outmatched as she'd assumed...
She rooted around in her pack and removed her bow. She'd forgotten to unstring it, a thing she'd normally chastise herself for, but which brought a wave of relief to her now. With weapon in hand, she quietly moved towards where she thought the fireball had gone, just a short distance away.
The fading light of the autumn twilight made it a bit difficult to see, but she could make out a pair of figures just ahead. A Keeper was prone on the ground, a sword pointed straight at his throat. The holder of the sword, a young woman, held the blade firmly in place. A cursory glance didn't reveal anyone else to Morgan, though in truth it was too dark for her to really tell; at any rate, it seemed like the woman had managed to get her opponent alone.
The appearance of an unnatural, arcane light behind her betrayed the presence of another.
Morgan snatched an arrow out of her quiver and drew her bow, aiming near this glint of light. After she loosed it, it flew past the duo, passing the shoulder of the woman, and struck something in the shadows behind them. The cry of pain indicated her shot had found its mark. The light shook and sputtered, nearly going out. Despite this, she prepped another arrow without drawing it; she couldn't be certain the wound she'd dealt was fatal.