Vailanna’s Story
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Title: Vailanna's Story
Author: Vailanna
The young woman gently patted her stallion's neck as she rode homeward to the town of Britain. The seasoned warhorse had been assigned to her when she became a recruit of the town's guard forces, and she was glad for the company on her patrols.
Her partner was still in the infirmary recovering from wounds he had recieved in their last battle with the brigands that had been lurking just outside of the town's limits as of late. Chuckling softly, she noticed that her mount got a bit of a spring in his step as he sensed they were coming closer to home, and she imagined he was as weary as she was having been out for the entire evening walking the countryside. "Dear friend we have been fortunate this eve, tis been quiet."
Nearly lulled by his gait, Vailanna suddenly bolted awake as the stallion halted in midstride and began champing at his bit, his ears flattening back in warning. Trusting his instincts, the young warrior sliently drew her kryss from its sheath at her side, her eyes searching to find what had alarmed him. After a moment of hearing nothing, she gently kneed the beast, signaling him to proceed along the road. The stallion carefully picked his way along their path, his training showing well as he moved in near silence.
As they went further along the road, Vailanna reined in the stallion, lifting her head and sniffing as the unmistakable scent of black pearl and nightshade were carried on the faint breeze. Sighing softly, and wishing she had her partner to assist her, she whispered a soft prayer to the Virtues to protect her, knowing she would be facing the battle alone. Clucking to her mount, she urged him on her eyes searching for the brigands she knew were ahead. As they rounded the bend, the sound of battle grew louder and louder in her ears, and she spurred her mount even faster.
Coming across a large clearing, her deep blue eyes fixed upon the sight of a lone figure clad in black and blood red, his hands raised to trace sigils of magic in the air.
Her gaze moving past him, she could see a large band of brigands slowly closing in on him, a few showing signs of burns from the magic attacks. "By the Virtues.." Her voice trailed off as she appraised the odds, then tilting back her head, let out a loud war cry, knowing that no matter what, she was to uphold the vows she took to protect the populace of Britain.
The brigands as a group paused on hearing the war cry, then a few began chuckling at the sight of the young girl clad in the King's uniform tearing through the clearing on a great war horse. Their laughs quickly subsided as she charged through one side of the group, her kryss swinging in wide arcs as it sliced through flesh, and the blood began flow in short time. The leader of the pack growled and pointed at the girl as she swung her mount around at the end of the clearing, starting up another charge toward them.
"Bring me that wench! She needs to learn a few lessons!" The more seasoned of the brigands began to close ranks, and as Vailanna charged toward them again, one of them was able to jam his sword thorugh the stallions chest, bringing the great beast down beneath her. Tumbling out of the saddle, she rolled as she hit the ground, and then elaping to her feet, she yealled over her shoulder to the lone man. "Get thyself to safety!! The town is close.. GO!"
As her words stopped, he raised his head slightly, an odd yellowish glow eminating from his eyes, his gaze transfixing hers as the words "Corp Por" were heard coming from him. As the blue streaks flew from his hands towards the men behind her, charrign their flesh in mere seconds, Vailanna's eye grew wide in horror as the flames illuminated his face, and she saw him for what he was. "A.. a.. lich..." she stammered. Her body began trembling as she looked at him, and as she stared at him, frozen in shock and fear, the sound of footsteps approached her from behind.
As she began to turn her head, a searing pain burned her cheek as the leader of the brigands' sword ran across her face. Her hand came up to her face, and pulling it away, she saw it was covered in blood. Glancing up at the big warrior, she didn't have enough time to step back as the pommel of his sword came down to strike her head. As a blinking flash crossed her vision, she dropped to her knees, the kryss falling in the grass as she struggled depserately to keep consciousness. She heard "Vas Rel Por" rumbling from the lich, and a blue sparkling shimmer appeared beside him.
Moaning weakly, Vailanna slowly slumped into the grass, pain overcoming her as the brigand stood over her, plunging his sword down and piercing her in the side, merely wounding the girl, rather than killing her immediately.
The lich took a step toward the gate, then paused as the girl let out a weak whimper. Raising his hand, a flame shot out toward the grinning brigand, the blast instantly charring the man to a mound of burned flesh and bone. The lich then took a few steps to the dazed girl's body, looking down at the once lovey girl who lay in a crumpled bloody mess.
Vailanna's glazed eyes barely saw the figure except for the yellow glow of his eyes, and she let out a soft whimper as a skeletal hand reached down and closed around her wrist. Unable to pull away, she let out a sobbing gasp, then her eyes rolled back, and sank into the depths blackness as her consciousness left her.....
[5/14/2001]