» Fri Jul 02, 2010 8:07 pm
Oh, THAT rougue mage. . .
An excerpt from Chapter 14 of Buffy's Journal:
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I felt vulnerable without the comforting weight of bow and quiver upon my back, and began to second guess my disguise. I had never encountered a merchant wielding a bow, but perhaps I should have decorated my hip with a dagger - just for looks. Traveling the roads unarmed probably meant that I was either a dangerous mage that didn't need a weapon or a young and foolish girl. The truth of course was that I was a young and foolish mage that refused to learn how to use a dagger. I wasn't strong enough to do much damage with a blade anyway. Buffy! Stop daydreaming when you're supposed to be trying to walk into a trap.
I caught the occasional reassuring glimpse of blue hoods, as the two battlemages faded in and out of the brush alongside the Gold Road. They were, of course, my primary defense.
Suddenly, a figure entered the road ahead from my left and started running towards me. As the blue velvet gown quickly approached, I was relieved to see a familiar face, but concerned for her safety. "Caminalda, it's not safe to be traveling alone. That murdering highwayman has still not been -"
"Silence, tree hugger!" The Altmer's face had twisted into an ugly sneer. "I hope you carry more of value than the last few merchants." A menacing blue glow formed in her hand.
I was flustered, but didn't have time to curse the fact that I'd been expecting a snarling man, not the pretty elf that had timidly introduced herself to me the day prior. The green magic that would free my dancing cobra was just beginning to grow bright in my hand when Caminalda released her spell. The column of frost tore into the flesh of my left side, spinning me around, fizzling my spell and forcing my mouth open into a scream. Stunned and reeling from the pain, I turned towards her again to see the terrifying blue glow reforming in her hand.
My panic response took over and I managed to quickly wrap myself in the safety of invisibility. Despite the agony from my wound, I quietly slipped to my right. Her spell flew through the empty space I had just vacated and exploded the bark of a nearby tree into icy shards. I managed to circle behind her. To my horror, Caminalda spiked the air with a burst of pink magicka that was well-familiar to me. "You can't hide from me, little one." Her poison-laced words oozed the confident knowledge that her skills vastly exceeded mine.
Where were those battlemages?!?
As she began scanning the area, no doubt for my pink glow, I surrendered my invisibility and launched a weak fireball into the mage's back. I was staggering now, and didn't know how much longer the pain would allow me to stay on my feet. My mind raced aimlessly, unable to focus on my next spell.
Suddenly, Caminalda jerked violently as she was lit up by a bolt of lightning that came from the thick brush to her left. Before the crackling sparks that danced from her spasming limbs could subside, a massive ball of flame flew past me and engulfed the mage, bursting her gown and hair aflame. It was Caminalda's turn to scream. The heavily armored battlemages raced in after their spells, and quickly silenced the mage with flashing blades.
By the time I could smell Caminalda's burning flesh my vision had narrowed, grown devoid of color, then gone black. I grabbed the frozen wound on my side as I felt myself falling.
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