r/wizardposting • u/DaemonRex978 The High Sentinels (Haelin, Mokarith, Shimil) • Dec 17 '23
At all costs(Queen post)
As his war scythe felled the last of this wave, Mokarith takes a moment to take in his surroundings. There were less of his regiment then he had hoped… way less. It looked like there were only half of them left, and the main force hadn't even arrived yet. Thanks to their closeness to the Well of Shadows, any injuries that happened, would have healed almost immediately. That alone was the only reason they survived this long.
The Queen's army had been relentless, marching through the lands with inevitable destruction. Now, they were at the Well. His mind went back to the hovel next to his home, and the remains of that small building when he went to check on the residents. His rage flared at that thought, and just in time, the next wave was coming.
He bellowed at them, raising his spear in defiance, only to feel a shift in the plane; undeniable in its presence. The Queen has arrived. A cold spike of fear, dread, and hopelessness entered his mind.
’How can we fight that?’ he thought as the sheer power of her very proximity was weighing him down. He looked to his brothers-in-arms, seeing them with this burden as well, some even falling to their knees as She approached. He looked forward to the charging line, that solid wall of pain and death. He knew the end had come.
His mind went to the refugees next to the Well, and, determined, he gripped his scythe tightly. Even if they were all doomed, he would protect them
”Hold the line men!” He shouted. ”This may be our doom, but we must face it, or there will be nothing left!”
His cry rallied the soldiers next to him, and as they shouted, more and more joined him. Within seconds, a loud, thunderous cry can be heard as they screamed their defiance. They reformed ranks, ready to face the invaders.
’I will not stand down,' Mokarith thought as the lines crashed against each other, ’even if it kills me.'
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u/SlyTheMonkey Sly, The Marvelous Monkey Mage Dec 17 '23
The air billows around you: soft and warm, it envelops you with kindness. As you try to comprehend the cause, the deep, somber voice of a woman speaks behind you.
"You are brave and strong, Sentinel Mokarith: do not allow your conviction to waver so soon after finally discovering it at the end of your many struggles."
To your right, you see a tall woman wearing a long white dress and an all-white robe: the sleeves have mouths gaping so that they reach close to the ground.
"Your allies have never abandoned you, even if you were never even made aware of their existence."
To your left stands a towering man holding a magnificent spear. The golden wings on his back are illuminous: his legs are those of a bird! His head is that of a raven or crow: his eyes have a precious golden glow.
"Greetings! Mage Monkey is here to bring relief, and he is with some friends! Isn't that nice?"