"If you knew as much as you claim about Sir Adrian, you'd know how deep his disdain for the new church ran. He would be ashamed I took the job at all," Tiras growled. "But I had no choice, if I didn't want to become a thief." The squire removed the threatening point, glowering at the Etrurian lord in the dark. "A fine time to mention trust. Our lives are in danger from dark abominations, we're all depending on each other for survival, and you decide only now to reveal that Raye is a dragon. I trusted you, Hyperion. No more. We continue together, but only until we're back on the mainland. When we separate, we are strangers."
The squire made strides westward, his eyes as alert as possible in the dark. He was grateful for the faint moonlight as he walked across the field, though he knew the little party was far and away from being out of trouble. He saw a faint glint of gold in the dark. It glittered, far away, in the gate of some ruins a bit northwest of his position, probably five hundred or so yards out.
"Well, there's one of them," he mused.
Just then, Tiras noticed that the air around him was weird, making his skin feel kind of greasy. What was this? He looked around for anything close and then looked up. There were gathering arcs of electricity.
He threw himself to the side. Not far enough. His right arm erupted in a terrible sensation of burning, electric pain as the muscles spasmed and the rest of him felt a tingle through the metal bits of his armor. He steamed, but at least the greasiness was gone.
"Long range magic. This is going to be a giant pain in my ass."
The squire made strides westward, his eyes as alert as possible in the dark. He was grateful for the faint moonlight as he walked across the field, though he knew the little party was far and away from being out of trouble. He saw a faint glint of gold in the dark. It glittered, far away, in the gate of some ruins a bit northwest of his position, probably five hundred or so yards out.
"Well, there's one of them," he mused.
Just then, Tiras noticed that the air around him was weird, making his skin feel kind of greasy. What was this? He looked around for anything close and then looked up. There were gathering arcs of electricity.
He threw himself to the side. Not far enough. His right arm erupted in a terrible sensation of burning, electric pain as the muscles spasmed and the rest of him felt a tingle through the metal bits of his armor. He steamed, but at least the greasiness was gone.
"Long range magic. This is going to be a giant pain in my ass."
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.