Fable - Ask The Tide Turns[Historical]

[Rhea]

Unable to see Rhea could not see the strain but she could hear it in her friends voice. The realisation neither of them would be coming down from this tower began to settle over her and with it came a calm sense of determination. If this was their last stand they would make it count. They would be sung about for the centuries to come and the stand they made here.

Turn and shoot.

Turn and shoot.

For the two on the ground a pattern would begin to emerge; every arrow Rhea fired was towards a commander that sent their units scattering into disarray. As for Leo, the places she directed him to contained the largest, deadliest clusters of mage users. Those who tried to send streaks heading for the Dreadlords at the tower only to be met by Leo's power already barrelling towards them. In between it all came the flickers of another persons vision, memories and life. It made her head spin and twice she had to turn aside to empty her guts up as the smell of charred elf hit her through the link.

"I'm not sure how longer I can keep going," she admitted hoarsely after the third time, wiping at her mouth.

 

[Clarissa Vansire]

"Right, let's go," Clarissa said as Gideon readied his war axe and the elves got close enough that they transformed from blurry figures to detailed knife-eared warriors.

Further off in the distance she could see the blackness that decimated pockets of the elvish lines. She could see the arrows flying throw the air and cutting down elf after elf. For a brief second the image gave her hope that they might somehow, against all odds, pull this off.

But then the fighting started.

She deadened a finger to lance a stream of indigo magic at one of the elves that pursued them. Deadened another finger to send a magical burst to save Gideon from an elf who nearly skewered him. Ran her blade through another of the warriors as Gideon let loose a rage-filled scream.

They were slaughtered elves by the dozen but magic could only last so long against a force of this size.

 

[Leoric Virak]

His eyes flickered over towards Rhea.

Another lance of magic erupted from behind it. Cutting through the forest and leaving a swath of destruction. Black flecks drew over his vision, but lips thinned as he noticed the sweat beading on his companions brow. "We need to pull back."

The decision wasn't an easy one to make.

In truth Leoric would have preferred to keep fighting. Though the strain on his was apparent, the toll of his magic was different upon him than it was for others. The cost would come later, months or perhaps even years from now.

Not in the midst of this battle.

"I'll send to the others." His eyes flickered to the left, another lance of magic reaching out as it suddenly cut through a ball of flame that had erupted from the forest. The magic breaking the fire in an instan.

Lips parted in a whisper. Clarissa, pull back to the east.

The words left his lips, but they would echo passed his companions ear. A simple bit of magic as he reached out and grabbed Rhea's shoulder.

"Go." He said, signalling her to head below.

 

[Rhea]

Rhea half fell half jogged down the spiralling stairs. She didn't dare remove the blindfold in case the man she was bound to recognised their position. The last thing they needed was for the elves to know they were attacking one of their prized towers. He had to know by know that there was some connection between the woman whose face he had seen through the orb and him. There had been a moment minutes ago when there had been a sudden feeling of shock, disgust and rage that could have only been to do with her.

They were desperate to get this tower back, but why? Those feelings went beyond just their races proud ego. There was something here...

She skidded down the last few steps cursing and putting a hand out to steady herself. Blinded she didn't know which way to go next.