04-19-2022, 05:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-26-2022, 01:40 AM by Rowan Finnegan.)
The town had been silent since his mother had left.
News had come from Gorias that the Fomorians had a renewed assault upon their locally owned lands, but the rangers of the small town hadn’t paid it much heed. Indeed, there had been quite the Dire Bear problem as of late and Gobain almost had to get involved. Urd, the lovely foreigner that ran the town guard, had seen to squashing all of that.
It wasn’t until that fateful night, with Gobain working away in his smithery – coming up with some new, grand piece of machinery that would lessen the load from the farmers – that a Fomorian had burst into his house. Gobain’s wife and children had found themselves suddenly held captive with a circlet of silver metal upon their necks, as he worked away in his smithery.
The man had a penchant for music and, as such, had a magical horn that played all of his favorite songs. He had been known for working so long - nights and days - that he did not hear the invaders over the horn until they burst down the door to his basement smithery.
The invader held a mechanical launcher made of iron and wood. Gobain made eye contact with the invader before opening himself to the Light and taking control of it with his force of might. Gobain wove fibers of Air, stripping the invader of his strange weapon.
Another invader stepped into his home, brandishing the same weapon. Gobain tried to strike out with Air, but the new invader had been too quick. The weapon he held shot out a silver ball that had exploded once it got close to Gobain. A black collar of a strange metal seemed to leap out from the orb and latched itself onto Gobain’s neck.
The Light fled Gobain and a flurry of sickness overtook him.
“That’s a good boy,” the invader’s voice sounded from above, “Heel. Don’t make me spank you.”
News had come from Gorias that the Fomorians had a renewed assault upon their locally owned lands, but the rangers of the small town hadn’t paid it much heed. Indeed, there had been quite the Dire Bear problem as of late and Gobain almost had to get involved. Urd, the lovely foreigner that ran the town guard, had seen to squashing all of that.
It wasn’t until that fateful night, with Gobain working away in his smithery – coming up with some new, grand piece of machinery that would lessen the load from the farmers – that a Fomorian had burst into his house. Gobain’s wife and children had found themselves suddenly held captive with a circlet of silver metal upon their necks, as he worked away in his smithery.
The man had a penchant for music and, as such, had a magical horn that played all of his favorite songs. He had been known for working so long - nights and days - that he did not hear the invaders over the horn until they burst down the door to his basement smithery.
The invader held a mechanical launcher made of iron and wood. Gobain made eye contact with the invader before opening himself to the Light and taking control of it with his force of might. Gobain wove fibers of Air, stripping the invader of his strange weapon.
Another invader stepped into his home, brandishing the same weapon. Gobain tried to strike out with Air, but the new invader had been too quick. The weapon he held shot out a silver ball that had exploded once it got close to Gobain. A black collar of a strange metal seemed to leap out from the orb and latched itself onto Gobain’s neck.
The Light fled Gobain and a flurry of sickness overtook him.
“That’s a good boy,” the invader’s voice sounded from above, “Heel. Don’t make me spank you.”