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Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part III - "Lychfield"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: June 5, 2011

When Timoteo and Bianca reached their small campsite, they saw that Darrah was sitting by the fire, her pack resting beside her. She was eating a sandwich, another one prepared and resting on her left knee. With her legs crossed under her, she had a bit of a depressed expression to her. When the two returned, Darrah perked up, new life coming to her previously dull eyes. "Tim, I, um, made you a sandwich. I could make more, if you want." Timoteo and Bianca quickly sat by the fire, the two still blushing from their earlier kisses. "Thanks." He said, reaching over and taking the sandwich as she handed it out to him. Timoteo was sitting with his legs outstretched by the side of the fire, Bianca sitting with her knees close to her chest. "And yeah, I'll still be hungry after, but I'll be fine." Timoteo said. When Timoteo took a bite of his sandwich, he didn't recognize the taste of the jam within, and figured that Darrah must've used another type of jam.
Darrah smiled a little, seeing Timoteo was in a better mood, saying "Yeah, sandwiches aren't my usual diet...But it's all we've got." "For now." Bianca softly said over the crackling of the fire. Darrah looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Bianca smiled a little, slowly and confidently saying "I'll search in the night. There's plenty of animals around here, animals that wouldn't dare go near Darkwood." Darrah was silent for a moment before saying "Roasted meat would be better than a sandwich, that's for sure." Bianca raised an eyebrow gently, saying "I figured you'd like the sound of that." Looking over to Timoteo, she said "You'll like it, too. I know how to cook meat quite well." Timoteo smiled a little. As the two started talking, their blush began to fade. "So, you were going to explain things?" Bianca nodded, saying "Yes, you said you had unanswered questions...So, ask them." As Darrah began to speak, Bianca reached into her cloak.
"What was so important about your bracelet? I see you're still wearing it, so it must be really important to you. But why did you kill Travis for it?" Bianca pulled a large, flat leaf from the inside of her cloak. She had a calm face, no real expression to her, just half-closed eyes. "It was my father's." She said, starting her explanation. She reached over to the fire, dropping the leaf in her hand on to one of the burning logs. Instantly, a peaceful sort of minty scent began to drift around the three of them. Speaking softly and quietly the entire time, she said "It's my most precious possession. When Travis took it, I didn't think he'd give it back. And, if I remember correctly, Marst tried to stop me." Darrah darkly said "She tried to stop you after you killed him." Bianca raised an eyebrow lightly, saying "No, she tried to stop me beforehand, as well. I'm certain of it. It was foolish of me, I admit. I panicked. All I knew was that I needed my bracelet back...Immediately."
Timoteo saw that Bianca wasn't telling Darrah everything that she told him, but understood that the story about her mother and father were likely very personal to her. At that moment, he felt an additional bit of surprise that Bianca would be willing to tell him something that personal. "So, you panicked and killed him. For a bracelet that belonged to your father." Darrah said flatly. Bianca nodded. "My father meant the world to me." Bianca said. Darrah blinked, then said "My father means a lot to me, too, but I don't think I'd kill a fellow apprentice over a bracelet." Bianca looked to Darrah. "You wanted an answer, and I just gave you a truthful one. I cannot explain things more than that. It's the truth, simple as can be." Darrah looked off to the side, shaking her head slightly, obviously displeased with Bianca's answer. "She must've been expecting more. Maybe if Bianca explained everything with her dad, Darrah would accept it...But it must be just too personal." Timoteo thought.
"Okay, next question." Darrah said in almost a mutter. Looking back over to Bianca, Darrah asked "Where'd you go after being exiled?" Bianca raised an eyebrow curiously. "Timoteo told you, do you not remember? I went down to Darkwood." Darrah raised a hand in the air in front of her, twirling it around in circles, gesturing for more information from Bianca. "Yes, I remember, but why did you go down there? How did you get down there? You were just a kid, and you didn't have any supplies. I remember you saying you went to see a guardian, someone named "Grizelda". Did you always know she'd be down there, or what, did you just stumble across her? Tell me everything." Bianca was silent for a moment, staring into the fire. "...Yes, it's true, I had no supplies. I was exiled with nothing except my clothing and my bracelet. I walked through Greatwood, and I used what I knew from the Guild to fight off anything I came across, such as giant wasps and beetles. I ate natural things around me, like mushrooms and berries. They can fill you up only so much, however, something I quickly realized."
Timoteo and Darrah watched Bianca's face. She gazed into the fire, watching it sway and feel around the logs, slowly burning them, crackles and pops coming from the burning wood every couple of seconds. "When it came time for bigger meals, I'd stalk deer. I'm no Hero of Skill, but I was able to catch a few when I was hungry enough. Carrying as much cooked meat as I could, I kept heading south. I went south for a very simple reason. I simply didn't know where else to go." Darrah narrowed her eyes. "That makes no sense. You took a trip across Albion...Because you had nothing better to do?" Bianca's voice was calm as she said "I didn't say that. I said that I didn't know where else to go. I had something very important to do, I still do, I just didn't know where to start. I had thought of going home. My old home is close to Darkwood, after all. But before I could reach my home, I had to go through Darkwood." Bianca pulled another leaf out from under her cloak, throwing it over the fire, a fresh blast of minty scent running over the three of them.
"I hadn't anticipated the creatures of Darkwood. I had never gone there, and didn't know what to expect. It didn't take me long to run afoul of some wisps, and consequently, Hollow Men. I killed them easily enough, but the ruckus attracted a small pack of balverines." Darrah raised an eyebrow, saying "If you tell me you managed to kill a small pack of balverines, all on your own, I'm not going to believe you." Bianca had a small half-smile on her face as she was silent for a moment. "No, I didn't kill them all. I was only a child. I killed some of them, but they were much faster than I realized. One slashed me across my back and knocked me down. It stabbed through my leg so I couldn't run away. I still have the scars to prove it, if need be. Just as the rest were about to descend upon me, Grizelda came." Bianca raised her eyebrows, losing her half-smile.
"As it turns out, the fight had occurred rather close to her home. I hadn't realized it, but Grizelda could sense that I had Heroic blood in me, the blood of a Will-user. She came and killed the rest of the balverines, and took me away before the Forest Nymphs came for me. She took me to her home...I was in no extreme danger of dying, but I was losing a lot of blood. She nursed me back to health. Looking around her home, I was impressed by her knowledge in Will. At my request, she began to tutor me, herself." "So, she taught you what you know now?" Darrah asked. Bianca nodded. "Most of it. Some of it I learned myself. She had a lot of books around her house, after all." Darrah asked "I know you were just a little girl...But didn't it ever occur to you that the magic you were learning was evil?" Bianca looked over to Darrah as Darrah continued, asking "Or were you always interested in those things?" Bianca quietly said "It is not the spell that defines the morality. It is us. Our actions define the spell. Even spells specifically meant to kill can be used by a pure and chaste mage, indeed, I'm sure they often are."
Darrah narrowed her eyes. "Some spells just deal with unsavoury things, like necromancy does." Bianca smiled lightly and looked back to the fire. "You do not understand necromancy like I do. You hold the typical point of view, and so, I won't hold it against you. And necromancy is not all I have knowledge in." Bianca shrugged lightly, saying "If this is what you think of necromancy, it'd probably be for the best if I didn't tell you about what else I can do." "Most likely." Darrah said, looking to the fire, herself. By then, Timoteo and Darrah had long finished their sandwiches. Timoteo's eyelids had begun to grow heavy, as well. "Another thing. I assume that when Timoteo stayed out with that stupid crow, he was really talking to you. How long have you two been seeing each other?" Darrah asked. Bianca smiled lightly. "Abel is anything but stupid. He, like most crows, is very smart. And that night was the first time I had seen Timoteo since my exile."
Darrah raised an eyebrow, saying "So you just came up here and visited him without knowing how he'd react? Without knowing if he'd rat you out and tell Weaver or somebody else?" Bianca said "I tried to contact him, but I suppose he must've been sleeping. You two have different sleep schedules than I do. But...Yes. I came up here, otherwise unannounced. I wasn't worried." "Why not?" Timoteo asked, speaking for the first time since he had kissed Bianca. Bianca looked to him, smiling lightly at him, saying "Because I knew I could teleport away, and I doubted that the Guild would suddenly rouse itself into hunting me down. I'm sure the punishment for stepping on Guild property isn't that severe." "A different sleep schedule?" Darrah asked. Bianca nodded. "It's perpetually nighttime in Darkwood, hence it's name. Because of that, you simply sleep whenever you feel tired, you can't stay awake during the day just to wait until night. When I left Darkwood, I found that I was still wakeful for most of the night, and wouldn't fall asleep until early in the morning."
"We can't have your sleep schedule keeping us all behind." Darrah said flatly. Bianca calmly said "Do not fret, I will spend energy hunting for a while...When I catch something, I will prepare it, and then force myself to fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning, wake me, as well. That way, I will be tired, and I will be able to naturally fall asleep with the both of you tomorrow night." Darrah nodded lightly. "Any more questions?" Bianca asked. Darrah thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No...I suppose not." Bianca stood up, saying "Excellent. In that case, I will begin my hunt. I'll choose something appropriate...Hopefully, there's deer this high up north." "Should be." Darrah said. Timoteo watched as Bianca began to slip off her cloak. "What're you doing?" Darrah asked. Bianca calmly said "I enjoy the cold of the night, I got used to it during my years in Darkwood. My cloak gets in the way when I run, as well. Speed is what I need when I hunt animals."
She undid her cloak, and walked over to a nearby tree. She neatly folded her cloak over a thick branch, keeping her cloak off of the ground. Timoteo saw Bianca's body in the firelight. As he had suspected earlier, her curvy hips and thick thighs were connected to a very curvy and plump rump, Bianca's backside looking mouthwatering to Timoteo as light and shadow danced along her wondrous form. Her skirt was a little tight over her rump, and Timoteo could almost see her cheeks in his mind's eye. The back of her lace shirt was mostly transparent, but the same black designs that went over her bosom went around her torso to her back, reaching up her shoulder blades to the back of her neck. The small of her back was easily visible through her shirt, and Timoteo swore he could see a tattoo along the small of Bianca's back, just above the top of her skirt. The firelight wasn't enough for him to make out exactly what the tattoo looked like, however.
Once her cloak was resting up on the branch, Bianca went down to a knee, her right side facing the two of them. Timoteo's eyes locked on Bianca's bosom for several seconds before he forced himself to look away. He could barely contain himself, Bianca was like a voluptuous goddess. Realizing that he had kissed such a beautiful woman, indeed, given her her first kisses, pushed Timoteo into arousal. Bianca undid her boots, resting them up on the branch with her cloak, as well. "Why're you taking them off?" Darrah asked. Bianca didn't look to Darrah, reaching up to her cloak. "I told you, I need speed when I hunt animals. I can run in my boots, just not as fast as I can without them." She reached into her cloak for a moment, pulling out a dagger a moment later. The dagger had a straight edge, but half of it's back edge was serrated. The handle was stout, but Bianca held it in a single hand without a problem. The blade of the dagger was black, very similar to the swords of Bowerstone guards.
Little red runes were inscribed along the straight edge of the dagger. Bianca looked to Timoteo. When she spoke, her words were unspecific, and included Darrah; when Timoteo's eyes met Bianca's, however, her somehow knew she was speaking specifically to him. "Just sleep...I will be with you when the morning comes, and I'll have a hot breakfast already prepared." Bianca walked off, disappearing into the darkness. With just her feet touching the ground from behind her stockings, Bianca made no sound, and with her dark clothing, she simply vanished into the darkness like a shadow.
Timoteo and Darrah sat by the fire in silence for a good three or four minutes before Darrah worked up enough courage to ask Timoteo something. "Tim, you're not mad at me anymore...Are you?..." Timoteo shook his head. "Bianca talked to me and calmed me down." He said. Darrah was quiet for several seconds before she simply said "...That's good..." Darrah stared into the fire quietly for another few seconds before asking "Do you...Like girls like her, Tim?" Timoteo raised an eyebrow gently, looking up to Darrah, looking at her from across the fire. "What do you mean?" He asked. Darrah's expression seemed strange to Timoteo. She seemed uncomfortable, perhaps worried. "You blushed when I realized how "big" Bianca was...And you've never gotten a girlfriend while at the Guild. You kissed that one girl, yeah, but...Things never went past that." Darrah fidgeted slightly, almost nervously. Raising a hand to the side of her face, she began to play with some of her bangs, twirling her hair around her finger.
"Bianca's certainly got curves...I don't think any girl at the Guild could even come close to comparing. I was just wondering if you prefer girls with big curves, and never got a girlfriend because no girl had curves enough for you." Timoteo smiled slightly, saying "No, big curves aren't what I want. It's nice, but it's not what I want." Darrah stopped playing with her hair. She spoke a little louder and with more confidence, her words steady. "Oh? Well...How come you never got a girlfriend while at the Guild? Even I had a few boyfriends, even if they didn't last long." Timoteo shrugged. "I don't know. Nobody ever interested me. Keep in mind, they were all younger than me. Not as mature as us. And I never got to see any of them, they were always training with one another, like we had to stay with each other." Darrah raised an eyebrow. "What about Marst? She was a girl, and she was even older than you. More mature."
Timoteo shook his head. "No...Marst was a friend. She was everyone's friend. Like she said, she was almost like a big sister to us all." Darrah quietly said "So...You were just waiting to get out of the Guild and meet a girl your age?" Timoteo shook his head again, looking to the fire. "No...I've seen what the relationships the other guys got into were like. Never serious, just...Physical stuff. That's fine I guess, but not all I want. Plus, they never seemed to last a long time. I'd want something that'd last a while. The relationships you guys got into always seemed to end up with someone hurting. I wasn't interested." Darrah nodded. "Yeah, you're right...Things can't really be too serious when you're a kid, you're just not ready for it. Something goes wrong somewhere...But you're out of the Guild now." Timoteo looked up to Darrah's eyes. She was gazing into his over the fire, piercing into his mind. "...Bianca seems nice to you. What did you two talk about when you were away?"
Timoteo looked away from Darrah's eyes. "Darrah, that's not really any of your business. All you need to know is, she calmed me down when you upset me." His slightly annoyed tone hushed Darrah for several seconds. Just as she was about to say something, Timoteo said "I'm going to sleep." He took off his pack and set it down beside himself, lying down on the ground a moment later, lying on his back with his right side to Darrah and the fire. Darrah was quiet for a second before saying "...Okay, guess I will, too..." As she took off her pack, she gently said "Timoteo?..." Timoteo felt like ignoring her, but he wound up saying "Yeah?" regardless of his feelings. Darrah was quiet for a good four seconds before saying "...I'm sorry...For what I said outside Bowerstone North." She was quiet for another second before quietly saying "You got pretty mad at me...And you still seem kind of annoyed. So...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so upset."
Timoteo calmly said "You didn't mean to, but you did." Darrah was quiet for a second before she said "I did...And I'm sorry for it." Timoteo was quiet for a few seconds as he thought over Darrah's apology. She sounded sincere, at least, as sincere as he had ever heard her be during an apology. But he still felt like rejecting her apology, perhaps getting angry at her. But he sighed softly, releasing his anger. "It's alright..." He said softly. Almost timidly, Darrah asked "Do you forgive me?..." Timoteo barely looked over to her, seeing only the fire from his prone position. "Yeah...I forgive you. Darrah, do you want me to be honest with you?" He heard Darrah say "Yes, I'd expect honesty...I give it to you as often as I can." Timoteo looked upwards, towards the branches up above. "...I can't help but feel like you're becoming a bully once more. I can't help but feel like you're becoming my rival all over again. I don't want that, Darrah. I want us to be friends."
Darrah gently said "We are friends, Tim...I thought we were, at least..." Timoteo sighed softly. He sat up again, looking over to Darrah. Her expression was surprisingly depressed. She looked quite dejected, her eyes down in the fire, her expression radiating sadness. "We are, Darrah...But...When we first met, you were always like a bully to me, and-" Darrah looked up to his eyes. "That's how I am with everyone, I was just trying to be your friend!" Timoteo raised an eyebrow. "Darrah, you stopped bothering everyone pretty quickly. You kept bothering me until I started fighting back, then we were like rivals. Things didn't calm down until the mushrooms." Darrah blinked, but she didn't say anything. Timoteo was quiet for a second before saying "Ever since we got our Guild Seals, you've been acting less and less like you always do, and you're acting more like a bully all over again." Darrah said something so softly that Timoteo barely picked up a murmur. "What?" He asked. Darrah turned around and laid down on her side, facing away from Timoteo. She huddled up in a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. "Nothing..." He heard her say softly. Timoteo glanced upwards for a moment in exasperation, but he simply laid down on his back again. The fire still going, Timoteo listened to it for a good fifteen minutes before he finally slipped into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, the fire beside him was out, yet he heard another fire going, nearby. Sitting up, he glanced over to Darrah. She was still asleep. Looking over to the branch that Bianca had rested her belongings on, he saw that they were gone. He looked over in the direction of the sound of the fire, seeing that, nearby, Bianca had made her own little fire pit. Timoteo realized that she must've made her own separate fire pit so that she wouldn't wake Timoteo or Darrah by using their's. Timoteo got up on his feet, yawning, walking over to Darrah. He got down on a knee beside her, bringing a hand to her left shoulder, gently shaking her for a moment. "Darrah...Wake up..." He lightly said. It still seemed early in the morning, but Darrah groaned when he shook her, showing she was awake. "I'm up..." She mumbled. Timoteo began to walk towards Bianca. She stood quietly by her fire, fully dressed in her cloak once more, her hood pulled back to reveal her head.
She looked over when he approached, smiling softly, saying "Good morning." Timoteo noticed that Bianca looked a little tired. "Did you sleep at all last night?" Bianca looked back to the fire, shaking her head. "I tried, but...Nothing I did seemed to be able to make me fall asleep. But it's okay. I'll simply stay up all day today, and when you and Darrah decide to fall asleep, then I will, too." Timoteo felt a little worried about Bianca, thinking it was bad for her to miss sleeping, but looked over to the fire pit, anyway. Sitting on top of most of the burning logs, there was a thin rock. Sitting on that thin rock, were two thick pieces of cooking meat. On another flat rock on the ground nearby sat another four pieces of cooked meat. "I guess you caught something last night?" He asked. Bianca smiled and nodded. "Mmhmm." She mumbled. "Any extra for me an' my friends?" A coy voice suddenly asked, off to the side. "Tim!" Darrah called urgently.
Timoteo looked over in the direction of the new voice's owner. At least ten men stood there, all smiling disarmingly. They were all outfitted with full chainmail suits. Aside from having the same shirts that Timoteo and Darrah wore, they also had gauntlets on their hands, metal plates attached to the back of the gauntlets for protection. They all had chainmail coifs on, protecting their necks, shoulders, and every little bit of their heads aside from their faces, which were left uncovered. They wore what looked like regular pants, only metal plates were fastened to the fronts and backs of their thighs and forelegs. A metal plate was over their knees, but instead of being attached to the fabric of their pants, those plates were attached to the plates over their thighs, pointing down and protecting their joints. On their feet, they each wore big metal boots. Every single one of them was armed with steel weaponry. The one at the front of the group, the one that had spoken, was armed with a type of sword Timoteo had never seen before.
It was longer than a short sword, yet much, much thinner. It wasn't as wide as a short sword, either. The blade didn't appear to be sharpened on the sides, leaving only the tip viable as a weapon. The man beside him was armed with a long lance, a weapon Timoteo was only vaguely familiar with. The weapon was nearly as tall as the man himself, and looked very much like a spear. At about a third of it's length, however, there was a circular piece of metal attached to the weapon's length. What this piece of metal did, Timoteo had no clue. All the others were armed with weapons that Timoteo was familiar with, including swords, axes, cleavers, along with one particularly burly man who was armed with a greataxe, and another, more lithe man, who was armed with a crossbow. Timoteo raised an eyebrow. The men before them certainly looked menacing enough, despite their smiles. Darrah quickly began to approach, having taken her steel longsword from her pack of supplies.
A few of the men glanced over to Darrah as she approached. "Yeah, they fit the description. Except for this one here." The man with the lance said, nodding towards Bianca. The leader of the group said "Well, she can run along if she likes. From the looks of her, she's another Hero type, but this isn't any of her business." Bianca's brow furrowed slightly as the men spoke of her, acting as if she couldn't hear them. The leader looked to Timoteo, raising his eyebrows. "Benedict sends his regards." He said. Darrah's eyes widened. The man shot his weapon up, his estoc flying towards Timoteo's chest before he could react. One of his weapon's primary purposes was bypassing chainmail, and Timoteo's chainmail didn't stand a chance of defending him. The man's slender estoc, with it's pointed tip, easily shot through one of the links in Timoteo's chainmail, stabbing right into the lower reaches of the middle of his chest, near the upper reaches of his stomach. "Tim!" Bianca breathed, her eyes widening slightly.
Timoteo stumbled backwards, the blade slipping out of his body, a good length of the blade being red with his blood. His expression was one of surprise. A dark circle began to develop over his clothes, under his chainmail. And yet, he didn't collapse. His face grew angry, and he cast his Physical Shield, surrounding himself with protection. The one who had stabbed him with his estoc smirked. "You'll die soon enough, my adversary. Lack of blood will kill you, not the wound, itself." Darrah sprinted up to the man just as he finished speaking. She spun around, shouting furiously, unleashing a Flourish attack. The edge of her blade hit the man's throat so hard that it partially slashed through his chainmail coif, ending up cutting entirely through his throat, yet only through a third of the man's overall neck. Regardless, the man was slain, blood squirting and pouring from his wound like mad.
That's when everyone else scrambled into action. Darrah yanked her sword from the man just before he fell, dodging a swipe from a man with an axe. Since all of his enemies were already rather close to him, Timoteo wished he was holding his steel mace, but knew his spells could very likely see him through the battle. Bianca instantly sprang into action, once Darrah had killed the group's leader. She held a hand out to a man near the back of the group, her eyes wide with her brow furrowed, her mouth set in a hard line. A purple and red flash came from the palm of her hand, the man's eyes going wide. A moment later, he began to swing his sword at the backs of the men in front of him, hacking at them. Bianca had cast "Turncoat", a popular spell amongst dark Will users that was capable of altering someone's perception so deeply that they ignore their true enemies, and view their allies as foes. Darrah jumped into the fray, fighting the men from the other side, flanking them.
Timoteo helped, launching a fireball into one man's face, blasting another with a Force Push before it could attack Darrah's unprotected backside. Timoteo shouted as he hit another with a jolt of Lightning powerful enough to send him off of his feet, launching the man up into the air, twirling over another man before he crashed to the ground. During that time, Bianca had been preparing a spell of her own. These men were far too well-protected to simply fall after one or two hits, and eventually began to hold their own against Darrah, dodging Timoteo whenever they could. "Restrain him! The witch has turned him mad!" One of them cried, deflecting his turned comrade's sword. A moment later, the ground directly in front of Bianca burst open, green light shining up from the depths of the earth. The crack in the earth was several meters wide, yet was barely a meter thick. Extremely quickly, two complete skeletons rose from the ground, always in a standing position.
They were both dressed in old suits of chainmail, a helmet on the skull of one of the skeletons. Both armed with longswords, they shone green for a second before the light died. As they stepped on to solid earth, the large crack behind them shut. Bianca's face was cold as she lowered her hands. "Fight." She softly commanded, barely audible over the sounds of the nearby fighting. Her skeletons let out nightmarish cackles, raising up their swords, quickly walking into the battle. "Hollow Men!" One of Benedict's men shouted. "No retreat! Restrain Jones! Kill the witch and her skeletons, kill the mage and fighter!" One of the men bellowed, quickly distracted as he clashed blades with one of Bianca's skeletal servants. A man ran up to Timoteo, shouting as he rammed his axe down against Timoteo's head. Timoteo's shield stayed strong, Timoteo barely feeling the weapon's impact. He punched the man as hard as he possibly could in the stomach, sending the man stumbling.
As he fell back, Timoteo launched a fireball into his face. The man shouted in pain, stumbling backwards even more. Darrah kicked up into the man's face viciously, sending him down to the ground, to his back. As he fell back, she twirled and blocked a blow from another man, blocking his downwards slash with his cleaver. The man with the lance thrust for one of Bianca's skeletons, his lance ramming right into the skeleton's stomach. The skeleton didn't even pause, it simply cackled tauntingly, taking a step back to dislodge the man's lance from it's stomach before beginning it's approach once more. When the skeletons reached the men, they began to fight with more speed than their appearances would denote, fighting with more speed than most regular fighters could claim to possess. Bianca stood back and launched some sort of spell at the man with the greataxe, before he could put his monstrous weapon to work.
The spell looked like some sort of green sphere, only it flew through the air with a long tail of green light behind it. As it went through the air, it made a wholly peculiar high-pitched rippling sound, zooming in an arc through the air as it came to it's mark. It hit the burly man with so much concussive force that he dropped his greataxe and flew back a good meter before crashing to the ground, doing several rolls backwards before coming to a stop, lying on his chest on the ground. Bianca quickly reached into her cloak, then. "Darrah, get back!" Bianca called out. Darrah managed to stab a man through his stomach, piercing his chainmail. "Why?!" She shouted, parrying a blow from another man, using the following opening to slash down at his weapon arm. Bianca pulled a small potion from her cloak. Holding it up, she look at it briefly. The vial was shaped like a cylinder, made of clear glass. It had a black cork shoved into the top, keeping it shut.
Inside the vial was a calm green liquid, looking sort of like a fruit's juice. Bianca rapidly shook the vial for a moment. In a heartbeat, the peaceful green fluid suddenly turned vivid orange, beginning to bubble noxiously within the vial. "Get back!" Bianca called with more force, throwing the vial into the fray. The vial fell to the grass in the middle of the fray. Bianca cast Slow Time, everything turning colourless around her, turning to shades of gray. Bianca heard the slow tick-tocking of a clock ring in her ears. She looked over to Timoteo, watching him slowly begin to throw another fireball, his face furious. Bianca quickly walked over to Darrah. Placing her hands on Darrah's shoulders, she held her tight for a moment before pulling to the side with all her might. Darrah didn't move, but the energy of Bianca's grab was simply waiting to be put forth. Bianca moved back to her previous position. A few moments later, her spell ended. Timoteo threw a fireball at another foe as Darrah suddenly rammed to the ground on her left side.
Timoteo paused, thinking Darrah might've been tripped. A moment later, a large explosion suddenly caused him to stumble backwards. Screams and shouts came out with the explosion. The explosion tore about half of the men, instantly killing the five right at the epicenter of the blast. The rest were sent through the air for a few feet before crashing right back down to the ground. Chunks of bloody gore flew out on the air, several droplets of red hitting Timoteo's Physical Shield, stopping it from hitting his clothing. Darrah, because she had been down against the ground, was safe from the explosion. Bianca's skeletons were knocked down to the ground, most of their bones scattering. A quick and quiet incantation from Bianca, however, had the skeletons together and up, again. Timoteo rushed over to Darrah, beginning to feel rather intense pain in his wound. He helped her get back up to her feet. "What happened?!" She asked groggily.
Blood had hit the side of her face, droplets splattering against the right side of her face, blood running past her eyebrow to her jaw in several trickles. Timoteo looked to Bianca. She had her dagger in her hands, slowly walking around to the remaining men, all incapacitated on the ground. With her skeletons, she would finish them all by stabbing them in the stomach. "Bianca made the explosion, I don't know how..." He said lightly. Darrah watched as Bianca and her skeletons finished off the last of Benedict's men. She watched with narrow eyes and a furrowed brow, looking along Bianca's revived skeletons.
When Darrah was up on her feet, Timoteo walked over to his pack. He was beginning to have trouble standing. The wound he had been given had caused him to leak blood all down the chest and stomach of his shirt, and was slowly becoming debilitating. He reached inside and grabbed a health potion, quickly downing it. His pain began to ease, and he started walking back to the others. "Selling their armour and weapons would bring us a lot of gold. A lot, Tim." Darrah quietly said to Timoteo as he walked over to her. "Too much to carry." He said. Darrah raised her eyebrows, saying "We could grab it all and teleport to Bowerstone with our Guild Seals! There's a Cullis Gate in Bowerstone South, it's perfect!" Timoteo looked to her, saying "But we've already traveled up here. Going back and forth every time we kill some people would be a waste of time. Plus, these guys are wearing chainmail suits of armour. We could use that."
Darrah opened her mouth to speak for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, you're right. I could see if any of these guys' stuff would fit me. But after that, we really have to take it all south. Seriously Tim, unloading this stuff would bring us a small fortune. Enough gold for us to live pretty comfortably for a while. Too bad some of the armour was damaged by the explosion, but still, selling the rest of the stuff would be great." Timoteo smiled and nodded. "Well, alright. But let's ask Bianca." Darrah raised an eyebrow, her face going confused and annoyed. "Ask Bian- What? Why should we ask her? I don't want to stop because she says no!" Timoteo glanced over his shoulder to Darrah as he approached Bianca. "Darrah, it's too much for just you and me to carry. We'll need Bianca's help, simple as that." Darrah grumbled with annoyance, but watched as Timoteo walked over to Bianca. Bianca smiled at him as he approached her, her skeletons watching him with empty sockets.
"See, Tim? They do as I command, they don't struggle...They possess no souls, their souls have long departed. They helped in the battle. Necromancy isn't as wrong as the Guild always seemed to think, is it?" Timoteo glanced along the skeletons, saying "I suppose not...It helped, that's for sure. I'm glad you helped out, you sure know how to hold your own." Bianca smiled more, gazing into his eyes. "Thank you." She softly said. Timoteo smiled and said "Darrah wants to take all of the gear from these guys and take it back down south to Bowerstone, to be sold quickly. She says we'll get a ton of gold, but it's too much for us to carry, just the two of us. If you help us, though, we could get most of it done in one trip, if not all of it..." Bianca said "But that would mean we'd all have to essentially restart our trip."
Timoteo nodded. "Exactly, which is why I'm not totally keen on the idea." Bianca nodded after a moment of thinking, saying "Well, we've only been walking for about a day, now. If we're going to restart our trip, better do it as early as possible. Less frustration, that way." Timoteo raised an eyebrow, nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Darrah irritably called out to them, kneeling beside a slain man, trying with great difficulty to get him out of his armour. "Hey, you two wanna stop talking and help me get these bastards out of their armour? We can't carry their corpses back, you know!" Timoteo chuckled, Bianca smiling lightly. "Release." She said quietly, a soft wail coming from her skeletons, quickly lowering in volume. They broke up, the bones scattering, the ancient suits of armour and swords collapsing with them. Bianca stepped over the fallen skeletons, walking with Timoteo, walking over towards Darrah.
Within the space of about twenty minutes, they had the men totally stripped of their armour, all of the weapons they had been using lined up in a pile. Darrah took a look at all of the armour pieces available, and eventually pieced together her own custom suit of armour. Now wearing gauntlets, reinforced pants, and metal boots, along with a coif, she looked every bit a deadly knight. Keeping her coif down around her neck instead of up on her head, she looked down at herself, smiling happily. "Mm, I look tough. Just need a shield and I'll be an unstoppable fighter." Timoteo smiled. "You certainly look like you could fight a while." Darrah motioned to him with her free hand, saying "Try on some armour Tim, you could get a full suit, too!" Timoteo shook his head. "I'm a mage, Darrah. I can't run around in the same stuff you can. This chainmail shirt is fine." He said. Bianca nodded approvingly at him, unknown to him. Darrah shrugged, saying "Whatever. Let's get this all ready for moving, huh?" She said.
Timoteo and Bianca nodded, but Timoteo said "Wait, the meat!" The trio looked back to Bianca's cooking meat. The cooked meat was simply sitting where Bianca had left it. The meat she had left on the fire, by then, was burnt. "Grab it and save it, we'll eat it after." Darrah said. Timoteo nodded, grabbing his pack. Finding some spare wrappings inside from the pie, he wrapped up the thick and juicy slices of meat, shoving them in his pack. He and Darrah shouldered their packs before the three turned their attention back towards their spoils of battle. Darrah grabbed every weapon she could, ending up grabbing them all. Timoteo and Bianca ended up splitting the armour pieces; since Darrah had taken nearly a whole suit for herself, there were four suits left to carry, along with a spare chainmail shirt. The armour of the five men that had exploded was, obviously enough, destroyed. The three of them pulled out their Guild Seals, thinking of Bowerstone South.
In hardly a moment, they vanished amidst blue bursts of light. Appearing back in Bowerstone South, near the exit towards the Guild, the three of them glanced around at the morning streets. Smiling lightly, Darrah said "Okay, follow me, guys! This way to the blacksmith!" Darrah began to walk off, Timoteo and Bianca smiling a little, following after her with the armour pilled up in their arms.
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