Mystryal SnipPosted: April 19, 2015
Inspired by Rive6’s redesign of one of the character designs I posted on DeviantArt, I wrote the following snip, which will appear properly eventually.
Do Enjoy 🙂
The battle field was a torn up mess of chaos, even under a temporary truce. Mind controlled Pyromanders wandered the marshes and the plantation fields, and hissed angrily at everything that wasn’t one of their own. Across the war torn, burnt asunder landscape, the Traitor Kyiahlna floated with her typical gravitas and whimsy, little disturbed by the massive torrent of rain falling from the heavens. One of the few natural storms the world would ever know.
The Battlemage simply closed her eyes and counted raindrops. The Sight gave her a look into the energy within that falling mass of rain. It was energy and magic she could use.
And so on the battlefield that would one day become the Town of River’s Spite, the woman opened her eyes and started to walk out of the hastily erected cover their side had made. With a smirk, she shed her over cloak- her braided hair swiped through the air thanks to the sudden motion. Activated by the onslaught of rain, her armor-enchanted clothing shimmered with light as green and blue fabrics shifted into a metallic hue and lines of enchantment began to glow brightly as she channel the magicka through them and into the black gloves that covered her arms from finger to shoulder.
Nearby, the Demon Zuzol looked up in surprise at the human woman walking boldly towards the storm-created river that had forced the temporary truce. A Lycan woman and her enchanter husband paused to watch as the natural magic of the world began to condense around River’s left hand, slowly gathering into an orb of pink flames.
Even so far away across the fields of battle, Kyiahlna’s bright, glowing eyes seemed to dim in terror as she began to figure out what the Battlemage was about to do.
“Mizar,” The Battlemage nodded faintly at the swordswoman who had taken notice and stepped out of her tent along with her husband. “Forgive me for not consulting you first.”
As far apart on the field as they were, the long haired woman nodded in forgiveness.
And then with a smirk, The Battlemage looked across the field at Kyiahlna, that traitorous witch, and raised her clenched fist, surrounded with magic.
The lines of power grew flat on her armor as all available resources went into this one spell…
And then a wall of water blocked Kyiahlna’s sight of the Battlemage, but only for a moment as the wall took off from the ground and then arched downwards towards her fire-born army like the oncoming onslaught of a tsunami in the middle of a hurricane.