Thread: A Radiant Slither and the False God. (Clearsight, SomethingEsoteric)

Hilde was glad that Val was willing to help and of course distressed as she could afford herself to be for the sake of the kinsfolk but selfish as it was she had both deep concern for Vals actions and motives want her intentions were how might they proceed once the city was safe and once again the flux their companionship had been comprised of took place like back at the church. When Val repeated the question Hilde nodded with a pensive look of searching determination, a particularly grating scream off in the distance making her grimace and her body instinctively jerk away from Val toward the city but her feet remained planted she just needed this, she needed this explanation chagrined as shed be for the complacency later, for the thought ever second she spent here on the road with Valashya was a second the townsfolks situation grew dire all the more. When the elfs hands wrapped around her waist and made them as one Hilde let out a garbled sort of groan of detest but the simulated warmth her body created in response she didnt find unwelcome, she didnt fine uncomforting, didnt find disconcerting well, maybe it was a little disconcerting as her cheeks did remain a deep mounted red. I am not, she whined, defeating herself in protest the final nail drove into the coffin being a shaky lusting breath at the tingles, more like starbursts, of pleasure that snapped about her insides beneath the thick layer of steels, linens and leathers that protected her from most else the world had to offer in way of slings, arrows, bash and blade. You want me Hilde echoed back in a detached voice between statements her head starting to feel heavy, knees weak the mention of her writhing beneath her one while nave as she was she knew what it meant and she couldnt deny her desire for something similar even if it was beneath a curtain of anxiety and a chance at refrain from such mortal coils as love and lust and sex and sin and the other gambit a pious few did well to abstain. She was a raw nerve and every stroke was as likely to sear as it was to excite and excite over and over did Val from the heat of her breath rippling over her skin up to the caress of her cheek and words that intoxicated with motivating promise then a crushing tumble. As the elf, prospective companion and more released Hilde she spat with disdain for what she could only hope was a joke trying to for posterities sake put on a hard stern face as they ran toward the city, Harlotry and prostitution are sins Valashya, she barked at her as they neared the edge of the clearing before the city. I do not accept those terms! Hilde added, raising her shield and wringing the hilt of her sword as they rushed into the streets the smell of chaos, blood and the aura of evil all hitting her like a ton of siltstone as they did. The fervent effort to sort out her many undisclosed but obvious feelings took a hard left and her mind was ensnared by the climate of the cityscape as it should have been from the start. While it may not have been for Val for Hilde this was an unfortunately familiar scene her eyes flitting from corpse to corpse in hopes one may be in need of help of healing hands of salvation before the cold chill of death crept across their spirit but it was clear to her it was too late for these poor men, women, children, deaf, dumb and blind none were spared by the indiscriminate and crude weaponry that was responsible. The hands that held the widespread cause of death were slightly less familiar than their results only in that shed been left in their wake far less than others marauders from the north it appeared, but what they were doing here and no less advancing from the east seemed impossibly strange, such folk solemn came in such numbers so far south and for that matter they raided, they pillaged, they razed sure, but this was a full on assault, an effort to destroy the city it seemed by the depth and number of wardrums that pounded far off in the distance, the sound of thousands marching with such force that it began to shake the earth like a light tap upon a tightly pulled drum skin. Val spoke and Hilde barely responded, her attention turned down an alley that descended a escarpment long since tilled and planed but still holding a slight dip, now cobbled and developed to the alley off in the distance she could see the source of sound, a days march, maybe more far off in the distance the entire horizon was black and high above the suns radiance supreme, white solar bursts flickering off from her gods visage in this world it was if the sun was alive in the sky, crying out in detest to the hordes of chaotic evil that were encroaching upon this once peaceful land Y-yea She responded, the colour nearly all but drained from her face before she swallowed thickly. W-we must reach the temple, the townsfolk will take refuge there but but this place will never know solace again. Hilde said, maybe dramatic as it was the words would ring true if Vals eyes found what shed beheld. Hilde began to sprint, surprisingly fast in her armour, toward the center of the town, a circle with fountains and stalls of all variety now the final bastion for what militia and families remained, the damning cries of hysterical priests begging the torpid sun for aid ringing out over the clash of poor forged militia steel and looted iron. Bows meant for game and arrows no finer notched and released arrows into the chests of apathetic marauders touched by evil, their tenacity pulling them back to their feet only to receive a cleave from woodland axe and improvised pike of pole and knife. What Militia did remain were dressed in thin leathers more for day-to-day life than battle and what could be taken from the armoury in haste, padded tabards more worn by time than use, the odd oxidized orange helmet and many a shield fashion from barrel lids and storm hatches, only six true men at arms in armour and acceptably forged steel stood, one of which taking a marauders axe through the rim of his shield and into his arm just as they passed into the mortal combat his shrill scream nearly turning Hildes stomach. People! Hear me now! we must retreat! She cried over the tumult as she bashed a marauder from her path with the face of her kite, not taking time to kill the mesmerized man before lunging into another with an armoured shoulder, taking hold of his wrist and snapping the bone only then driving her sword to his throat for a separating cleave. It was clear Hilde cared little for killing, her true goal was to route the militias forces and leave this place while they still could. We will not leave! A man dressed in finer furs and flowing velvet responded sternly as she reached their improvised bastion, his fingers laced in many rings and neck dangling with gold and platinum, We will hold our city! the priests say Pelor is with us and you are proof Paladin. Strangely condescending toward the woman he claimed their deliverance less than encouraging as a black arrow of crude obsidian and seagull feathers swished through the air like quick silver and plunged into the mayors chest with a hard smack, folding him backwards over the edge of the fountain and for that brief moment in which life escaped his body there was silence.