"I thought we left all the monsters back in the five fires." Siara had of course charged on into the fray. The "monsters" were more like a ravenous group of weirdos than "monsters". They had painted their faces in blood, wore weird footware (probably why their tracks didn't show up?), and had ballistic meele weapons (gun swords is the best way I can explain it, they were as stupid as you can possibly imagine with that description). They surrounded us as per their dark instructions from whatever was leading this group of mercenary wackjobs with bulletswords and I had enough. I HAD ENOUGH!
I'd been running around for days, I hadn't been home, I just escaped from the five fires had a weird conversation with Hanlon and then was thrust to running after this group of wailing murderers of which now we're surrounding me. Siara was doing her rage induced best to kill the things, but they'd killed her order she wouldn't last long and I didn't want to die, because screw that madness. So I lost it. The situation drove me to show the world why I should be feared. Why you may use fire to burn down the occaisional village, but I use fire to burn down entire armies. I showed that group of ravenous morons why they are afraid of people who use magic, because magic is dangerous (corruption be damned here).
I started with our barriers that were trapping us in town, taking the flame they had intended as a road block and I had it washing over the attackers like a flood unleashed. At first they didn't know what to do, suddenly fire was awash amongst them, then they started to scream and run. Those who fled died screaming as my waves followed them and smashed into them like a firey hammer. The ruin I left in my wake was jaw dropping (Siara just stood there in silence terrified of what I was unleashing she confided in me afterward). I could feel with my exertion the corruption gripping me, the madness taking over from so much magical power. Thankfully my sanity was still in check and some of the horde was near me, so I sliced my hand and threw my blood on them, whatever confusion they felt with the move was erased as my necromancy wrenched their souls from their bodies and reinvigorated my body (though funny thing they had empty minds, something that will come into play later). The corruption at bay I squelched my firey waves and made my way out of the trap. The smoking corpses of our former attackers nothing but crispy reminders that messing with Trezlan Lorentino is not an optimum way to go about life. Of course outside of town was the rest of this ravenous group of idiots. Though they were much less inclined to fight us than before for some reason. Their leader a frail childish looking man looked on at me, he was dressed in what appeared to be human skin, his eyes wide in terror.
"So which one of you cupcakes is going to get me a drink?" And with that the battle was formally joined.
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