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ISLAND 2: IGNATYR/FLAMING MACE
Harrier
The Nord shrugged. "You're the first one I've met, so I wouldn't know what to expect." Necromancers weren't the most common sort of mage, after all. Those that were around were often a bit more discreet in their learnings as well, making them all the rarer.
Seeing that there was little in the way of her attaining the mace, she nodded, ascending the stairs that wrapped around the tower. She paused for a moment to look down at the mage, saying, "Thanks for the help. I'm glad you learned what you were hoping for."
The stairs weaved between buildings and platforms, each one constructed against the massive cliff-face, all of them eerily quiet. That is if you could even call them stairs. Age had certainly not been kind to them, rotted wood and scars apparent in their ramshackle construction. Perhaps when this civilization still stood tall amongst the waves, it had been considered an architectural marvel. Now, it only served as a still-standing relic to their death.
The sound of snapping wood tore her from her idle thoughts and into the present. Then, the sound of splashing water as the stairs beneath her began to crumble into the ocean.
Freya quickly raced up the stairs, her feet narrowly ahead of the rapidly collapsing staircase. She came to the realization that she wouldn't be able to outrun it for much longer, and with that thought, her gaze shifted towards the rooves of the tower's buildings. They were within jumping distance, and they seemed sturdy. Sturdy enough, at least, which was vastly better to the alternative.
She leaped off of the stairs, the boards beneath her falling down to the oceanic depths below. The Nord took the spear off of her back, embedding it in the tile roof as a violent wind blew past, She held tightly onto the spear, using it as leverage in order to ensure the wind didn't knock her off. She heaved herself up onto the roof, holding on tightly.
Glancing back, she could see the necromancer below. She began to shout that she was alright, quickly realizing that the wind didn't exactly facilitate long-distance conversations. Instead, she opted for a thumbs up.
Harrier
The Nord shrugged. "You're the first one I've met, so I wouldn't know what to expect." Necromancers weren't the most common sort of mage, after all. Those that were around were often a bit more discreet in their learnings as well, making them all the rarer.
Seeing that there was little in the way of her attaining the mace, she nodded, ascending the stairs that wrapped around the tower. She paused for a moment to look down at the mage, saying, "Thanks for the help. I'm glad you learned what you were hoping for."
The stairs weaved between buildings and platforms, each one constructed against the massive cliff-face, all of them eerily quiet. That is if you could even call them stairs. Age had certainly not been kind to them, rotted wood and scars apparent in their ramshackle construction. Perhaps when this civilization still stood tall amongst the waves, it had been considered an architectural marvel. Now, it only served as a still-standing relic to their death.
The sound of snapping wood tore her from her idle thoughts and into the present. Then, the sound of splashing water as the stairs beneath her began to crumble into the ocean.
Freya quickly raced up the stairs, her feet narrowly ahead of the rapidly collapsing staircase. She came to the realization that she wouldn't be able to outrun it for much longer, and with that thought, her gaze shifted towards the rooves of the tower's buildings. They were within jumping distance, and they seemed sturdy. Sturdy enough, at least, which was vastly better to the alternative.
She leaped off of the stairs, the boards beneath her falling down to the oceanic depths below. The Nord took the spear off of her back, embedding it in the tile roof as a violent wind blew past, She held tightly onto the spear, using it as leverage in order to ensure the wind didn't knock her off. She heaved herself up onto the roof, holding on tightly.
Glancing back, she could see the necromancer below. She began to shout that she was alright, quickly realizing that the wind didn't exactly facilitate long-distance conversations. Instead, she opted for a thumbs up.