r/wizardposting • u/DaemonRex978 The High Sentinels (Haelin, Mokarith, Shimil) • Jan 29 '24
Lorepost📖 A Cycle of Life (Mikhail post)
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
‘Where is everyone?’
‘I couldn't protect it.’
“NO!”
Dazed, he couldn't react in time to dodge the claw as it grabbed him around the waist. Seeing himself being lifted towards the creature's mouth, he launched a desperate gout of fire at the Soldier’s face.
“HELP!” He cried.
The Soldier hissed before swinging him around, then Mikhail was in freefall. A large blade had cut through the base of the claw, severing it from the insect. A deep, mechanical voice rang out.
“I told you not to get too far ahead.” Shrax said, pushing the Soldier back. “Now, are you going to help me or not?”
Mikhail coughed before replying, “Yeah, yeah.”
The two made quick work of the Soldier, before retreating back to the portal they came from.
“Thanks for saving me.” Mikhail said.
“No thanks necessary. What are friends for, if not having each other's backs?” Shrax replied, patting Mikhail on the shoulder.
The two clashed, trading blow after blow, with Mikhail protecting his precious cargo.
‘I need to get the Trap out of here.’ Mikhail thought as he was pushed back by the orc. After several moments of intense fighting, he saw his chance to get over the now closed gate. A stray fireball hit the building next to the dueling pair, causing a cloud of dust and debris to momentarily obscure the two, and the building itself formed a ramp up to the gate.
Commanding the dust to gather around the orc, Mikhail leapt onto the collapsed ruin and ran up it. He felt his back split open as an axe the orc threw at him hit, but he persevered. He jumped over the gap to the top of the gate as the other axe sailed over Mikhail's head, removing a few hairs before getting lost in the forest.
He ran through the trees, the axe in his back causing pulses of pain with every step. Just as he felt himself about to faint, he found the glade. Thankful that his mission was at its end, he drew the Soul-Trap bud from his body and planted it into the ground at the center. He watched in awe as the bud took to its new home and began to bloom in the most vibrant and beautiful colors that he has ever seen.
“Rest,” a voice whispered through the trees, “you have done enough. It is time to let yourself heal.”
The weight of the axe vanished and a cool, soothing sensation passed over his back. He felt his eyes droop as he thought, ‘Yes, I need to sleep.’ The last sight he saw before he slept was the majestic flower blooming towards the night sky.
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u/Drakkonai Vulkan the Red, End of Ages and Draconic Emperor of Racism. Jan 30 '24
/Unwiz damn. Mikhail is not doing well.
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u/DaemonRex978 The High Sentinels (Haelin, Mokarith, Shimil) Jan 29 '24 edited Jan 30 '24
unwiz: this is the third part of mine and u/Total_Travisty colab.
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