04-01-2021, 04:10 PM
Tiras shook his head.
"Unsure. New convoy? They have delivered at night before," he whispered, loud as he dared. He peered into the bailey from the inner gate. The harsh orange glow would leave him night-blind if he let it. He looked up, checking for murder holes. They were there, but it didn't seem the guards on the landing above were paying any mind. Good. They haven't noticed yet.
"Everyone brace yourselves," he warned, drawing his power and focusing on the runes he remembered from Persephone.
Fog of Hades was the elementary spell of obscuration. Wide area of affect, nothing damaged, looked like real fog, and it was usually used as an escape mechanism. The greater spells of its path built on it as a foundation, becoming more powerful, enduring, damaging, and commonly, corrosive. Now, as he prepared to cast again, he went up a level from the foundation spell.
Fog of Hades - Malice
From his feet spread tendrils of a dark, oily substance as a violet and black miasma enveloped the gatehouse, spilling into the fort and infecting the rest of the previously conjured fog. Shortly, the alarm bells rang as the miasma spread and engulfed the entire prison complex. The large braziers that kept the bailey lit winked out one by one.
His band of warriors had surged in the second the dark smog had spilled out from the gatehouse, and he was sure that was why the alarms had sounded so soon. This was part of the risk, and why it was going to be hit or miss with this one. Tiras continued forwards, the oily substance, spreading in his wake. A corrosive substance, if affected all enemies of the caster, so long as the spell remained in effect. His called for Persephone again, and he felt her comforting, eldritch presence surround him like a cloak and coated the blade of his sword like a dark flame.
He found Renata amidst the panic his warriors were sewing in the ranks of the wardens. By the look of it, she'd finished him off.
"Renata, it's time to find the head warden. He should have the keys to the treasury, the armory, and the cells full of heretics," Tiras said, his voice amplified somehow in the din.
"Unsure. New convoy? They have delivered at night before," he whispered, loud as he dared. He peered into the bailey from the inner gate. The harsh orange glow would leave him night-blind if he let it. He looked up, checking for murder holes. They were there, but it didn't seem the guards on the landing above were paying any mind. Good. They haven't noticed yet.
"Everyone brace yourselves," he warned, drawing his power and focusing on the runes he remembered from Persephone.
Fog of Hades was the elementary spell of obscuration. Wide area of affect, nothing damaged, looked like real fog, and it was usually used as an escape mechanism. The greater spells of its path built on it as a foundation, becoming more powerful, enduring, damaging, and commonly, corrosive. Now, as he prepared to cast again, he went up a level from the foundation spell.
Fog of Hades - Malice
From his feet spread tendrils of a dark, oily substance as a violet and black miasma enveloped the gatehouse, spilling into the fort and infecting the rest of the previously conjured fog. Shortly, the alarm bells rang as the miasma spread and engulfed the entire prison complex. The large braziers that kept the bailey lit winked out one by one.
His band of warriors had surged in the second the dark smog had spilled out from the gatehouse, and he was sure that was why the alarms had sounded so soon. This was part of the risk, and why it was going to be hit or miss with this one. Tiras continued forwards, the oily substance, spreading in his wake. A corrosive substance, if affected all enemies of the caster, so long as the spell remained in effect. His called for Persephone again, and he felt her comforting, eldritch presence surround him like a cloak and coated the blade of his sword like a dark flame.
He found Renata amidst the panic his warriors were sewing in the ranks of the wardens. By the look of it, she'd finished him off.
"Renata, it's time to find the head warden. He should have the keys to the treasury, the armory, and the cells full of heretics," Tiras said, his voice amplified somehow in the din.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.