We are down to the wire for Wrathgate Wednesday, the collaborative fiction project of the Wildfire Riders of US Feathermoon. Uthas has come and gone, saving Bricu and Threnn in the process. The line has shattered, scattering Riders to their rendezvous points. And last, but not least, Illithias is trying to get herself killed. Varenna, however, has other plans.
Varenna watched helplessly as Illithias lept into the necromancer, her axes swinging in different directions. One axe went into his staff, the other crashed into his skull. Both shattered into pieces. She landed on her feet and kept running. Varenna called after her, but Illithias didn’t turn. She charged, head first, into the mass of skeletons that had regrouped around the shattered staff. Two skeletons reached out for Illithias’ legs, nearly sending her to the ground. She kicked at one, giving her a moment to steady herself, but a moment was all the skeletons needed. The skeletons mobbed around her, once again tearing and pulling at her. Illithas could not get enough room to swing either axe, nor could she bring one up to shield her self from their talons.Varenna waded through the mass, calling up on the light to reduce the skeletons around Illithias to ash. She swung her sword at the ones that got to close. Two she bashed into pieces with her shield. Shortly, she was standing over Illithias. Before Varenna could tell her it was safe, Illithias rolled backward to safety. Then she leapt to her feet and lunged at Varenna.
Threnn and Bricu
Threnn felt the baby kick again as she descended the slope. It was a small comfort–that her baby was still capable of kicking–as she watched the Eye mow down the remaining Vrkyul and Scourge, clearing a path for the Riders. Threnn held her breath as the Red Dragonflight swooped down from the southern edge of the Dragonblight, burning away the Forsaken’s green mists. Threnn’s heart raced as she heard the sounds of battle were replaced by with the screams of the dying. But at the rally point, she was safe. She could breath normally and find away back home, to the Pig and Whistle, to a warm hearth at the Gilded Rose… She stopped the thoughts from taking hold. There were Riders to account for and wounded to care for.
She looked over the assembled Riders, her eyes resting on Annalea and Fingold, and did a quick head count. Two were still missing. Bricu started to pull her towards Annalea and Fingold when Threnn pulled back.
“Varenna.” she said.
“What, yeh don’t see ‘er?” Bricu asked
Threnn scanned the pockets of fighting, praying that the Varenna was not among the ones screaming on the battlefield. Threnn paused briefly while Annalea and Fingold rushed forward to meet them. Threnn took a step forward, away from Annalea’s arms, while she looked for the missing riders.. Then she saw Varenna’s tell-tale glow and the figure that loomed over her. The light reflected off of Varenna’s shield as moved it in time with the axes swirling around her. Varenna was defending herself against Illithias.