Outlander
You bring your answer to the goblin envoy.
"Excellent! My Viko will be pleased. the battle will be at dawn."
You part ways and return to Graff and Lucia to tell them your decision. Graff seems downcast, but Merida is merely emboldened.
"I fear for your life, Nathan, but if you are to do this, you will be prepared."
The rest of the night is spent with the best magicians and smiths from all four nations. A set of armor was crafted to be light and dexterous so that your movement would not be impaired. The wizards cast spells and ghostly auras surrounded you in the form of purple, glowing plate armor. The sword you are given is from Graff's personal supply and it sings with each swing as though it can cut the very air. Before you head to the gates, you cast some spells yourself. You feel invincible in your magical armor, a black cloak billowing in the sharp morning wind. Your confidence abounds until you see you foe.
Rising with the sun comes what must be Viko Zayrh. The goblin stands a full two heads taller than you and is at least twice as broad. His skin is marked by scars of battles won and his armor is thick with hard forged metal. The giant stands before you wielding a four foot spiked mace in one hand and a five foot broadsword in the other. Unconsciously, you feel your knees tremble. Without preamble, Zayrh roars and rushes at you- starting the battle.
You are forced on the defensive immediately. The wards keep you safe for a time, but you can already feel the magics weakening. You give a few exploratory stabs, but Zayrh is more experienced in battle than you. Finally, you decide to engage in a reckless, last-ditch effort to win. You stab, with all your strength and speed at the goblin's chest; right where there is a break in his armor. Your opponent is too strong, however, and your attack is deflected, leaving only a shallow cut in his skin. A roar that is almost gleeful resounds from his mouth, and the Viko steps on your cloak and slams you in the chest with his mace. Your magical armor shatters and you are thrown across the clearing, the cloak tearing off in one piece. Viko Zayrh stands over you, wielding his sword in both hands, ready to cut your head off. In the last moment, your cloak transforms back into the form of Merida and she stabs the goblin in the back. You sigh in relief. You had never attempted a Transmogrification spell, and you are glad that it worked so well.
For a brief second, the goblins are shocked into inaction; which is plenty of time for you to grab Merida and utter the words that teleport you back to the top of the walls. When you are back among your men, you yell:
"Fire at will! Let no goblin take these walls!"
"Excellent! My Viko will be pleased. the battle will be at dawn."
You part ways and return to Graff and Lucia to tell them your decision. Graff seems downcast, but Merida is merely emboldened.
"I fear for your life, Nathan, but if you are to do this, you will be prepared."
The rest of the night is spent with the best magicians and smiths from all four nations. A set of armor was crafted to be light and dexterous so that your movement would not be impaired. The wizards cast spells and ghostly auras surrounded you in the form of purple, glowing plate armor. The sword you are given is from Graff's personal supply and it sings with each swing as though it can cut the very air. Before you head to the gates, you cast some spells yourself. You feel invincible in your magical armor, a black cloak billowing in the sharp morning wind. Your confidence abounds until you see you foe.
Rising with the sun comes what must be Viko Zayrh. The goblin stands a full two heads taller than you and is at least twice as broad. His skin is marked by scars of battles won and his armor is thick with hard forged metal. The giant stands before you wielding a four foot spiked mace in one hand and a five foot broadsword in the other. Unconsciously, you feel your knees tremble. Without preamble, Zayrh roars and rushes at you- starting the battle.
You are forced on the defensive immediately. The wards keep you safe for a time, but you can already feel the magics weakening. You give a few exploratory stabs, but Zayrh is more experienced in battle than you. Finally, you decide to engage in a reckless, last-ditch effort to win. You stab, with all your strength and speed at the goblin's chest; right where there is a break in his armor. Your opponent is too strong, however, and your attack is deflected, leaving only a shallow cut in his skin. A roar that is almost gleeful resounds from his mouth, and the Viko steps on your cloak and slams you in the chest with his mace. Your magical armor shatters and you are thrown across the clearing, the cloak tearing off in one piece. Viko Zayrh stands over you, wielding his sword in both hands, ready to cut your head off. In the last moment, your cloak transforms back into the form of Merida and she stabs the goblin in the back. You sigh in relief. You had never attempted a Transmogrification spell, and you are glad that it worked so well.
For a brief second, the goblins are shocked into inaction; which is plenty of time for you to grab Merida and utter the words that teleport you back to the top of the walls. When you are back among your men, you yell:
"Fire at will! Let no goblin take these walls!"