Unbalanced
Climbing over the debris, you make your way to the door. As you open it, a sudden voice fills your head, smashing through your psyche like a mace through your skull.
"DEFEND ME, MY CHILDREN!"
Lurching forward, you find yourself moving with an alarming speed up the stairs across the hall from you. Your mind is entirely consumed with the thought of aiding the voice, without even understanding who it belongs to. Stepping off the final stair, you find yourself on a large ivory platform, adorned with several elaborate statues of men and women in robes. The platform sits above a massive audience chamber, filled with the chaos of combat. Black-armored figures slam axes into torsos again and again as insect-like mantids chant in a low buzz, their swaying projecting a shield of azure against the shadow light streaming in from the sky. Standing opposed to them, an army of figures in robes cut at the warriors with daggers made of white hot steel. Dozens of the blue-robed figures dot the crowd, wildly swinging flails topped with spiked skulls, claiming lives on both sides.
The platform you are on, however, is home to only a single battle. A black-armored figure stands tensely with its back to you, axe raised in preparation. In front of him, her back to the warring crowd, is a figure in gold and black robes. Her skull mask glows a harsh light, and in her left hand she holds a bent wand.
Without thinking, you leap forward, grappling the warrior from behind. It's enough to startle the figure, who lets out a sharp yell and pivots, throwing you to the side. As you tumble to the ground, you see that your attack served its purpose; the High Priestess stands over the unmoving warrior, smoke rising from the downed figure.
Then, your body hits the ground, and is quickly trampled by the chaotic melee.
DEATH 05 - One for the team
"DEFEND ME, MY CHILDREN!"
Lurching forward, you find yourself moving with an alarming speed up the stairs across the hall from you. Your mind is entirely consumed with the thought of aiding the voice, without even understanding who it belongs to. Stepping off the final stair, you find yourself on a large ivory platform, adorned with several elaborate statues of men and women in robes. The platform sits above a massive audience chamber, filled with the chaos of combat. Black-armored figures slam axes into torsos again and again as insect-like mantids chant in a low buzz, their swaying projecting a shield of azure against the shadow light streaming in from the sky. Standing opposed to them, an army of figures in robes cut at the warriors with daggers made of white hot steel. Dozens of the blue-robed figures dot the crowd, wildly swinging flails topped with spiked skulls, claiming lives on both sides.
The platform you are on, however, is home to only a single battle. A black-armored figure stands tensely with its back to you, axe raised in preparation. In front of him, her back to the warring crowd, is a figure in gold and black robes. Her skull mask glows a harsh light, and in her left hand she holds a bent wand.
Without thinking, you leap forward, grappling the warrior from behind. It's enough to startle the figure, who lets out a sharp yell and pivots, throwing you to the side. As you tumble to the ground, you see that your attack served its purpose; the High Priestess stands over the unmoving warrior, smoke rising from the downed figure.
Then, your body hits the ground, and is quickly trampled by the chaotic melee.
DEATH 05 - One for the team