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DARKNESS AND FROST log

DARKNESS AND FROST




A message is sent on the network on the 20th, informing the Mirrorbounds about the developments regarding a quest posted earlier in the month on the board.

Word comes from the Wilders’ headquarters in Dorchacht that there haven’t been that many sightings of the Nuckelavee for a long time. Most assumed that whatever the Mirrorbounds did must have driven the ghastly creatures away for good. Clearly, not a single person missed them. It is a nasty surprise to learn that not only did they not disappear completely, but now, angrier than ever, they pose a threat to Aefenglom as well.


THE NORTHERN OUTPOST ( 21st - 26th )



The Northern Outpost has seen steady development since its establishment, but nothing on a scale that could make it possible to survive an attack of demonic beasts. So it becomes a whirlwind of activity. There are ditches to dig, magical wards and barriers to set up, weapons and armour need inspection and some alchemical supplies are easier found in the surrounding forest rather than back in Aefenglom, but no one should go procuring them alone. But there are more mundane tasks too! With the sudden increase in population, the self-appointed kitchen staff of the Northern Outpost is barely managing to keep all the mouths fed and all the dishes washed (and pesky rodents kept away). All help will be enthusiastically welcomed no matter the level of culinary aptitude. There’s enough work for everyone.

Not far from the Outpost itself, a new structure rises from the ground quickly, incorporating a nearby shallow cave. That’s the Enclosure, the place where researchers who intend to study the Nuckelavee plan to lure one of the creatures. The construction has barely started, and there is much to do before it can hold its captive inside. Engineers, Arachne, Witches adept in Enchantment and Abjuration - all are welcome to lend their hands (as many as they can spare) in this scientific endeavor. It could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to further or even create a completely new field of study!

Mirrorbounds are encouraged to return and rest within the city, but should you decide to stay for the night, the moods are rather sour and tense. Still, people do try to enjoy the evening break, at least those who get it - night guards work in shifts. Someone makes a bonfire and encourages sharing stories as the night passes to lift morale. A chilling Nuckelavee scream might stop the relaxing and put everyone on edge. But it seems the creatures are refusing to come out just yet.


THE SLUMS 21st - 26th




Sprawling from the Other Side of the Bright Wall, the Outer City grows outward with no particular organisation or order, with buildings’ integrity decreasing the closer they are to the edge of the Wilde. While some of the inhabitants greet the aid provided with gratitude, there are many who treat it with distrust and their own fate at the mercy of yet another incomprehensible danger with blood-chilling apathy. Much work has been done by numerous Mirrorbound to help those living in the Slums but the memory of all those lost to the frost when the city shut its gates and left them to die casts a long shadow on all attempts to defend against this new threat.

Deprived of the comforts of magitech ubiquitous for the citizens of the city proper, the inhabitants of the Slums find their own creative ways to provide life’s necessities to each other. Carrying water has always been a task for younger ones in the families. A worrying number of those that go fetch water from a far away stream do not come home on time. They could have gotten distracted chasing a stray dog, roped in some mischief by other kids, or genuinely lost. With the new threat lurking in the darkness, people get increasingly nervous. What would look like harmless disobedience in quieter times now turns into an emergency. Investigate where the missing children have gone, find them and bring them home if you can.

Not all are happy for the help. There’s a certain figure frequently spoken about and often seen at the scenes of the especially vicious attacks: a man with unkempt hair and ragged clothing prophesying that those very horrors are no accident. That the beasts are a punishment for a terrible offence: accepting the foreign devils - those who came through the Mirrors - into the city. As time passes and the attacks continue, it starts to become obvious those who were in contact with the Mirrorbound are more likely to become targets of the hellish creatures, which lends credence to the madman’s words. Some denizens of the slums are just scared, but some become suspicious of the very presence of any Mirrorbounds in the area. Even those that come to help. Calm downthe fearful, convince the sceptics or find the sower of this panic and make him stop spreading his incendiary message.

Some people have locked themselves in their homes and refuse to go out. You could try to reason with them or simply bring supplies at the door. Or try to convince them to help with building a protective wall around the Slums, sturdy enough to stay. Some of the people who open their doors might show low-level signs of Cwyld infection. They wonder if you’re still willing to help them knowing that?


When the darkness of night emboldens the Nuckelavee to venture further into the Slums proper, a group of Mirrorbounds take to patrolling the streets. But they could use more help. Protect those unfortunate enough to walk the streets at that time, chase away or kill the creatures that dared to come closer, and fight to protect the poor souls they chose to hunt.


NIGHT OF THE HUNT (night between 26th-27th)



Are you prepared for the fight of your life? You better be!

A heavy blizzard rages on the night of the 26th, giving a strange glow to the camp in the darkness as the light is dithered among falling snowflakes. Visibility is low, but some believe that nature itself can be used to help the hunters and defenders. To those who wish to take on this responsibility, several enchanted wands are given, with quick instructions how to use them to direct the winds of the blizzard for a short time. They can be used either to protect the warriors or against the creatures. The wands have only a few charges and will break upon using them up.

Every Mirrorbound and Wilder either present from the start or joining the group through the portal connecting with Aefenglom will be given a quick rundown of the camp, where the protection wards lie, what powers the barriers, and where weapons can be found. There are two sets of barriers around the camp -- the outer one that has multiple holes for the creatures to pour into, and the inner barrier that has to be held at all cost, as it protects people within. The plan is to lure the Nuckelavee for a frontal attack, let them pass through the outer barrier, let the inner barrier stop them, and then— close the barrier behind them, effectively shutting them in a walled ring.

Then they can be exterminated safely. Stun them, kill them, use spells or pointy sticks or guns — and maybe just maybe you can capture one alive. Fortunately, they don’t seem to have any kind of natural resistance towards mundane or magical weapons. They are just tough to kill and incredibly vicious, but limiting their movement should do the trick.

The barriers and wards only last full-strength as long as they are powered so Witches not focused on fighting are encouraged to do a recharging run along the campsite. Anyone needing a breather from the fray or whose focus is better spent on support can also bring ammo, or more weapons to counter the broken (or stolen) ones. Dragging out wounded fighters into the safety of the camp and healing them is also an important task, as neither Mirrorbounds nor Wilders lack in people who would fight to their last breath.

That’s the plan. How does it go in reality, though?

The Nuckelavee attack starts with chilling shrieks all around the Outpost before they emerge from the darkness. Those who have not yet met any of them will have a chance to witness that their aggression and looks are as terrifying as the stories said. They resemble a horse fused with a rider, with sharp teeth and without skin, raw body exposed. The creatures are not infected but are vicious, hardy, and strong, and they hunger for human and Monster flesh alike. Some might pick up weapons thrown at them; others will circle and try to isolate their chosen targets. Should they be angered, while in a furious rage they gain both speed and strength, but they lose focus and lack strategic thinking. So enraging them can break the formation, but it also makes them far more dangerous up close. They are susceptible to both magical and physical attacks alike, and beheading (of either the flayed-open horse head or the screaming man's head) will put them down permanently.

Be mindful of your comrades! It’s easy to lose each other in the blizzard. Nuckelavee don’t bleed red (they don’t bleed much at all), so any red trails on the snow belong to an ally. Don’t let the beasts drag wounded away. Get them to the healers who wait within the camp enclosed with the inner barrier.

During the fight, several crystal devices that strengthen the outer barrier start malfunctioning. That means the outer barrier cannot be closed shut, meaning a change of plans is in order. Several brave volunteers are needed from among Wilders and Mirrorbounds to leave the safety of the inner barrier and take the battle directly to the creatures, while locating and exchanging the malfunctioning crystals. This is an incredibly dangerous job, and everyone willing to undertake it is encouraged not to do so alone. Once the trap is sprung and the outer barrier shut, it would also lock those volunteers out of the safety of the camp -- unless they’re willing to try a teleport spell or wait for someone inside to handle the teleporting for them. The help will come, but until it does, they are on their own and straggling Nuckelavee that did not fall into the trap might still pose a danger to them...

The fight drags for what feels like hours, and the air grows colder and colder. Meanwhile, some of the trapped Nuckelavee figure out that they might get into the camp if they find holes within the barrier -- and one makes its way inside. Through the heavy snow, it might not be obvious at first, but something is happening within the camp… The Nuckelavee that furiously breach the barrier wreak havoc behind the safe line, attacking anyone it sees until it’s killed or subdued.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, all of the creatures fall and the dead remain under the snow. Well… most of them. There were attempts to capture one of them alive, and while keeping them alive turns out to be even harder than just catching them (not only Nuckelavee perished that night… some might still want revenge for that, some want to end the threat once and for all), one of them remains. The battle has been won.


THE AFTERMATH (27th and later)



As day breaks over the horizon, the true damage can be seen. One Nuckelavee is thrashing, captured in the closed enclave. It howls and shrieks and won’t be reasoned with. It hates everything and everyone, and seems to be incapable of speech. Wilders have decided they will keep it alive for a week, and not a day longer (that is till 3rd September OOCly). Nuckelavee have proven to be cunning creatures, and the risk of it escaping is just too great.

Aside from that issue, there is still clean-up to be done, and mourning for those who have fallen in battle. The Wilders agree to give the Nuckelavee corpses to those interested in acquiring them for study/experimentation, but otherwise they plan on burning everything that’s left.

The following two evenings, there’s a victory celebration at The Sordid Shield. Everyone still able to stand is welcome, -- and drinks are free! Unfortunately, not everyone is happily drinking; there are those who lost comrades and are mourning the fallen. Others came out alive but require medical attention that on-field healers cannot give. The general mood could be described as grimly triumphant. The unexpected threat has been taken care of, but not without a cost.



OOC NOTES


For those interested in studying the remains or the live Nuckelavee please refer to this space for questions/plans. The results of the research will be distributed at the beginning of September.

For plotting among yourselves, please use this post. General questions about this log can be directed here.
bloodypath: (I did what has to be done.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hubert owed everything in this moment to the officer's academy and the war; he'd been able to kill prior to that, but only when advantaged and never in open combat. War taught him to focus past the screams, past the primal and instinctive fear the unearthly beast inspired, past the anxiety of his rapidly dwindling window.]

[He held steady; a sloppy spell would be just as useless as no spell. The Nuckelavee was close enough to swing when Hubert broke the wax on a small vial, the sigil flashing bright red; the sword bit into the flesh of a bear instead, if bears were made of mist and shadow, and had hooked claws and patches of chitin plating.]

[The conjuration didn't even flinch, its massive arms wrapping around the horse-body as it tried to pass. Wickedly hooked claws tore along the sides until the Nuckelavee jerked to stop by the shadow-bear's grip and weight.]

[Hubert, in turn, wasted no time in ducking out of the way, well aware he stood no chance against this thing in close quarters. With his focus on the Nuckelavee he nearly tripped over Leslie's low barrier, his steps staggering, but Hubert retains his footing as he rushed towards Leslie.]


Can you move? [There's a hint of urgency to his voice, but not much else was different from his usual calm tone.]
foundfamilies: (if my life is really going to end)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[This entire situation is terrifying, but there is some awe over the beauty (in Leslie's shadow-biased mind) in the conjured bear. She jolts when Hubert staggers over her barrier, startled out of staring at the battle, so she is able to process his words immediately this time.]

[The expression on her face is much like ones Hubert has seen before during their lessons on fear management. It's close to the kind of expression that she usually wears shortly before she asks to stop whatever exercise has started to bring her to a panic attack.]

[But, despite this, she responds after only half a second of hesitation.]

Y-yes. Thank you.

[(is this really the time for manners, Leslie) She has to push some of the rubble around her away and, when she stands, she winces slightly. It seems that she hurt her ankle upon colliding with the building, though not badly enough to stop her from staying on her feet.]

[When she takes a step back, though, it becomes clear that the hem of her dress was snagged on something -- a nail, maybe, or possibly just pressed between two boards? The good quality of the clothes that Edelgard had provided her means that it barely tears when she tries to tug it free, leaving her to fumble for her knife to help get it loose.]

[It does mean that getting her out of this is going to take longer than if she just had to stand up. Hope the conjuration is doing well in holding the abomination in place!]
bloodypath: (What a nuisance that man is.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Longer than Hubert would have liked. A glance back tells him that the bear is holding, but doing poorly; for all its power, the Nuckelavee thrashes in its grasp, the horse-half kicking and biting incessantly, while the humanoid half hacked with its sword and punched at the bear's eyes. Hubert's constructs might not feel pain, but they were quite killable. The bear fought valiantly back, trying to keep the Nuckelavee in its grasp and reach for the head when it could.]

[The Nuckelavee were infamously tenacious; Hubert doubted they'd leave unscathed if they held their ground. While Leslie struggled with her clothing, Hubert crouched, quickly drawing a circle with one hand, the other digging out another wax-sealed vial. This sigil was far more complicated, and even though Hubert had finally memorized its intricacies, would take him another moment.]


Quickly. Start running.

[The bear was folding already, bleeding ribbons of shadow and mist. Hubert clicked his tongue in annoyance. Too soon, after as much magic he'd poured into that...]
foundfamilies: (the pain is filling up my lungs)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-30 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nearly does run. She takes a couple of steps away before she hears that tongue click and looks over her shoulder. She can't know what is happening with one glance, not being battle-hardened. She can only guess.]

[She may not have studied sigils to nearly the extent of Hubert, but she knows some of the theory. She can recognize the complexity and, with Hubert's annoyance, she thinks that he might not be sure if he'll finish the spell in time.]

[Perhaps he's only annoyed that he will have to waste the spell. Perhaps he's only annoyed his bear did not perform as well as he hoped.]

[Perhaps he doesn't know if he will survive.]

[A small hand grips his cape hard enough to cause her arm to tremble, trying to draw some comfort from Hubert's presence. From her voice, it sounds like she might be crying, but she mumbles through a spell incantation.]

[The combination of this world's lax rules around incanataion and her magic being wordless in her previous world means that, as always, Leslie's incanation is much less dramatic and much more a list of precise instructions for what she wants her magic to do. A barrier on all four sides and dug into the ground around them. She ends it on what is less a part of the spell and more a desperate plea.]

Higher. Higher. Higher!

[This one isn't a barrier meant to trip. This is a solid translucent wall of magic, rooting itself in the ground and towering nearly as tall as their two-storey house in the Haven.]

[It's not perfect. If the Nuckelavee charges it, the first time, the barrier will groan. The second, it will crack. The third, it will shatter. Leslie herself will flinch each time, each time moving a little closer to Hubert, though she will restrain herself to only touching him where she holds his cape.]

[She hopes it will buy enough time for Hubert to do...whatever it is that he's planning. She doesn't know what she will do if it's not.]
bloodypath: (Don't be flippant.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-30 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hubert's gaze whips around in surprise at the slight tug on his cape. The surprise passes quickly, his eyes narrowing again in concentration and turned back to the sigil. They'll discuss this later; no time to reprimand her now.]

[The bear's form finally breaks despite its best efforts. The Nuckelavee wheels, it's flanks torn to shreds and a rake of great gouges joining the wound Hubert left on its shoulder. It's spitting mad, its alien shriek an outright howl this time as it charges.]

[The wax seal breaks. When the contents of the vial hit the sigil, it flashes that same blood-red as before, the magic laden Witchblood fueling the spell to greater heights than with his raw magic alone. The barrier groans under the first impact, but the Nuckelavee doesn't have the chance for another when an absolute monster of a warhorse, born of the same swirling shadow and twilight as the bear, materializes and shoulders it aside, following up with a powerful kick.]

[It's here that Hubert's grateful for Leslie's small size; he wastes no time looping one of his arms around her torso, and hoisting her up with him onto the warhorse's back while the Nuckelavee staggers. Hubert spurs it immediately onward towards the Brightwall, sure the Nuckelavee will give chase.]

[A chill races down his spine when another shriek answers the first Nuckelavee's furious howl.]
foundfamilies: (take it from me)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-08-31 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie makes a sound like "eep!" as she's scooped onto the horse. She has no experience in riding a horse and will have to mostly rely on Hubert to stay on. If she knew it were an options, she would regret not knowing how to move with the horse to avoid her bones rattling out of her body. But she's certainly not going to complain and is trying to cry as quietly as she can.]

[She freezes up at the sound of a second howl, but breathing heavily, she swallows her crying as best she can manage. She doesn't know what she'll be able to do to stop either of the abominations from catching up, if they can, but one idea of how she might help has come to her.]

I-I'll fi-find it. [It's hard to tell how much of the stammer is fear and how much is how bad she is at riding a horse.]

[It's almost impossible to see the movement of Leslie's shadow familiar(s), but thanks to the way the familiar bond has infused them with the magic of Talam, Hubert may be able to feel them approach from around one of the ruined houses and up the conjured warhorse to near Leslie.]

Fi-find the other o-one. Please.

[And the shadow familiar slips back off and darts off in the direction of the second shriek. In this world, they can't really affect anything major, but they can "see" somehow and relay at least a position through the familiar bond. She doesn't want them to get surprised by a second Nuckelavee coming at a time or place they aren't ready for.]
bloodypath: (We will burn together!)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-08-31 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Curious, those living shadows. They intrigued Hubert as much as they concerned him. For now, he won't question their utility as they slip away.]

[His arm had stayed around Leslie, and now he shuffles the reins into that hand to free one. He twists about the best he can without unseating Leslie to spy the Nuckelavee in pursuit. He's burned though quite a bit of his magic already; as effective as conjurations were, bringing solid matter into the world was far more costly than the fleeting nature of evocation. He had to make it count, then.]


They need to be beheaded. They won't stop otherwise, [Hubert explains over the thundering hooves. He'd never practiced conjuring anything bladelike. Improving that from horseback would be as likely to backfire as not. They were too nimble for him to catch one through the neck with a spike. This would take almost everything he had left, but...]

[With a swirling gesture from his freehand and a shout, a good dozen of those iron spikes, if shorter, erupted from the ground under and immediately ahead of the Nuckelavee. The abomination screamed as it ran itself onto the iron, the varying angles ensuring it to be staked into place. At least, for the time being. For long enough.]

[That's one. Then the other—]
foundfamilies: (tell me every bit of what you're feeling)

cw: emetophobia

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-01 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie does her best to not cause any distractions for him, staying in as firm of a seat on the horse as she can manage with her inexperience so that his attention doesn’t have to be divided any further than it is already.]

I’ll re-emember.

[Not that knowing that beheading is necessary does anything to help her do it. She thinks she can handle the act, mentally speaking (though the sound of flesh being pierced multiple times and the not-completely-inhuman scream brings an unpleasant acid taste to her mouth that doesn’t fade completely as she swallows it back down). She isn’t sure how to do it, physically speaking.]

[She hadn’t brought anything larger than a dagger with her on this impromptu trip, and she doesn’t think it will be big enough to take off a head quickly even if she enchants it. She knows the basics of evocation — thanks to two months spent focusing entirely on universal magic, she knows the basics of the basics of every school, but she has never tried anything like this before. She might be able to cobble something together eventually, but right now, she’s drawing a blank.]

[She’s distracted from her theorizing by a sudden burst of emotions from her familiar. (The familiar bond is strange in that it carries a similar amount of information as her connection with them in their original world, but it’s not the same information.) Concern mixed with pride of accomplishment — they found the second Nuckelavee. Where are — ?]

[She points with so much force that she has to place her free hand on his much larger one that holds the reins to steady herself.]

Ahead, t-to the left!

[Her finger moves to continue pointing in the direction of her familiar as the shadows do their best to keep up out there in the darkness. Leslie has only what Byleth has shown her in terms of a formal mathematical education beyond simple arithmetic, but her spatial sense is good enough that she can guess:]

It’s coming directly at us!

[At their current pace, the second Nuckelavee’s and Hubert’s nearly perpendicular paths will cross dramatically a couple of rough intersections ahead. In the worst case scenario, Leslie could magically shield them to spread out the force of the blow to lessen the damage they will take, though she’s not sure if she can stop the charge from bowling them over, which brings its own dangers. That worst-case scenario might be avoided if their horse can either change its pace or change its path before the shadow horse and abomination meet.]

[So, Marquis Vestra. What level is your Riding skill?]
bloodypath: (What a nuisance that man is.)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-01 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rank A, motherfucker - Leslie's riding with a dark knight.]

[Hubert doesn't even look around for confirmation; he reacts completely on Leslie's information, digging his knees into his steed's sides. Alongside a jerk of the reins and a mental command, the conjuration's step jukes in two hops - the change in pace and angle is enough for the second Nuckelavee to dart through the intersection before them.]

[But collision wasn't the only danger. This one bore grotesquely elongated arms with its weapon, because nothing could ever be easy, and Hubert has to flatten himself and Leslie against his horse's neck to duck under the stab at his chest. He growls something under his breath and slings a glob of caustic liquid back at it.]

[The beast whirls around in pursuit, hot on their heels and dangerously within unnatural arm's reach; the shadow horse lost a lot of momentum in its evasive maneuvers.]
foundfamilies: (so with that said)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a slight "oof" from Leslie as she's caught by surprise when he presses her against the back of the horse, but she doesn't need to be able to see the abomination to guess that this was a part of the evasive manouevers. Nor does she need any feedback from her familiar to know their pursuer is right on their heels. The hoofbeats are louder than even her heartbeat in her ears.]

[He'd avoided the intial attacks, but it isn't like he could press any further down. If it aims at their lower position....]

[There was a time where she'd been chased like this before. It had not been so desperate a situation as this, though she does remember being carried by someone who seemed at the time to have run faster than anything Leslie had experienced up to that point from a giant predator. In the dream she had before she'd even heard the name of Aefenglom, she found the unfamiliar magic feeling familiar. She discovered that the ice magic that came from her fingertips at that time wouldn't come out in the waking world. Even so, when she did study a little evocation, she tried to reach for that feeling again.]

[She's brushed her fingertips against that unearned mastery over the months. Nothing anywhere near what she found in the world of dreams. Nothing to the point where she could confidently try to use it in a situation like this.]

[This isn't the first time Leslie has needed to walk into an uncertain place and make it work for the sake of her survival, though.]

[As she retracted her pointing arm as Hubert's evasive manouevers, her arms are a little pinned underneath her, but one is close enough to the edge that she can squirm a little and pull it out. She touches two fingers to the flank of the horse, mumbles the spell, and sends out her magic.]

[There's a chill in the air in a thin line snaking its way back and down one of the shadow horse's legs. Toward the end of the leg, it turns into delicate fingers of frost, falling off like snow every time the leg pounds the ground as the horse runs. Amid the shower of shattered frost, each contact with the ground also gives Leslie a moment to send a pulse of ice spreading behind it, freezing the ground in cones of ice.]

[(She desperately hopes that this isn't enough to cause problems for their own ride. She's trying to keep it a light touch here.)]

[Doubtless, some of the Nuckelavee's hooffalls will smash right through the ice, but she makes it as strong as she can manage with the hope that at least one or two slips will slow it down enough for them to gain distance. Hoping that it skids out entirely is perhaps too much to hope for, but she would like that anyway.]
bloodypath: (But to be looked after—)

[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The ice does well enough; the next swipe goes wide as the Nuckelavee stumbles, and when the abomination leaps in an attempt to avoid the cones, the strike cleaves into the shadow-horse's rear thigh instead of Hubert's back.]

[Hubert's grasp around Leslie's waist cinches when he feels his steed lurch; the conjuration did not feel pain, but the significant damage sends it staggering towards a fall. Hubert desperately courses magic through the runes of the new tattooed ring around his left arm, and before their horse hits the ground, they appear five feet ahead of it on the ground in a blink of teleportation.]

[Unfortunately, in his haste, he couldn't account for their considerable forward momentum, and Hubert still goes tumbling and bouncing across the street, Leslie clutched to him and doing his damnedest not to let his full weight crash down on her. He does manage to get his feet under him, but the best Hubert can manage is a crouch, momentarily dazed from both from tumbling and the impacts.]

[The shadow-horse is temporarily downed, but not dead. The Brightwall is close, but reinforcements from the night watch are probably at least a minute out. Nuckelavee round three, fight.]
foundfamilies: (they don't care if you're scared)

1/2 this got long

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-04 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[As she feels the horse lurch underneath them, she flinches, her eyes shut as she tenses for impact. She is surprised when, for her, it doesn’t really happen. Sure, she tumbles and bounces along with Hubert, but she never feels the full impact against the ground.]

[It’s only when they stop moving that she opens her eyes and realizes that it’s because Hubert shielded her from the worst of it with his body. He’s the one who got hurt instead.]

[For a moment, his title doesn’t come to mind before the name she hears others calling him.]

...Hubert...?
foundfamilies: (what do you want from me)

[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-04 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[There isn’t any more time for worried questions, though, as the Nuckelavee’s shriek brings her back to the danger of the moment. Pulling herself out of Hubert’s grasp, she is able to raise a barrier again, properly grounded to not send her flying like when she’d been first caught by surprise, but not as strong as the one from while Hubert first conjured the shadow horse. This one barely holds itself together in face of the first charge, and it will be a matter of seconds before the abomination breaks through.]

[In those seconds, Leslie’s mind races. She could continue to use abjuration, with the barriers she knows how to make, but that would at best delay it until she exhausts herself. She doesn’t know whether Hubert will be able to stand back up. She doesn’t know if the shadow horse is even alive. And, except maybe for some members of the Coven, she doesn’t even consider the idea that people outside of the Mirrorbound would proactively help her, so she doesn’t imagine the possibility of the night watch coming to save them. She can’t only defend.]

[She’s been taught how to defend herself with a weapon, but aside from the dagger, she hasn’t brought anything with her. The road where they fell is not full of obvious improvised weapons, either.]

[She could reach for her limited knowledge of the other schools of magic, like how she caused the Nuckelavee to stumble from ice evocation, but she doesn’t think that she would be able to actually stop it with those kinds of tricks.]

[Aside from abjuration, she’s been studying enchantment with Corrin. At first, she focused on enchantments that lasted for a long time but took a long time to prepare, like the chain in Edelgard’s birthday present, but Corrin has also taught her shorter boosts that can come from the school. Things that could be used alongside the sword lessons from both Corrin and Byleth. But she still doesn’t have a weapon to channel it through that would be long enough for her to face the Nuckelavee. Something longer....]

[She likely would never have tried it if she were entirely thinking clearly, but the Nuckelavee smashes the barrier with a swing from its sword and there is no more time to think.]

[Leslie reaches up behind her head to pull the deep green ribbon in her hair out of its bow, the two braids it had tied around behind her head falling down as it comes free into her hands. With a flick, she snaps the ribbon out to its full length. It stays extended flat as she brings it up, made solid by the magic now running through it. She spreads her feet without thinking about it into the stance her two teachers had drilled into her and brings the now hardened ribbon up in both hands to block the Nuckelavee’s sword.]

[Leslie winces as the force of the blow pushes down on her injured ankle, barely managing to keep one eye open, but both the ribbon, magically enhanced, and Leslie, who also has about three different enchantments running through her right now, do not bend under it. There’s a creaking sound that she’s pretty sure is from the ribbon, as strange of a sound that is to come from such a thing, and even enhanced by magic, her arms tremble, but she’s stopped it.]

[Leslie had trouble at the time not being grumpy as both Byleth and Corrin gave her advice in their own ways that boils down to accommodating for her size by using her opponent’s strength against them, but in this moment, she is not thinking of her frustration at not growing. She tilts her magically hardened ribbon such that the Nuckelavee stumbles forward at the sudden lack of resistance and its sword slides off.]

[She pivots on her good leg and (”They need to be beheaded. They won't stop otherwise.”) swings overhead toward the neck, pushing a second enchantment through the ribbon to sharpen it. Though its stance remains broken, it brings its own sword up to meet.]

[Leslie has never tried to hold five different enchantments at once and use the lessons in the use of swords and face a real armed enemy and do all of this with an injured ankle. A lot of things happen at once.]

[There’s a crack as the magic through the ribbon is not enough against a real sword and it breaks into two pieces. One end initially goes spinning off, but soon reverts to its normal form as it is caught by the wind, flapping uselessly as it is caught on an empty laundry line; the end in Leslie’s hand retains its form a little longer before it is once again a normal strip of cloth again, flopping in her hand. The Nuckelavee’s sword is at least pushed back, the force enough to drop the abomination to the ground from its unsteady footing. Leslie’s own legs also give out underneath her as her magic gives out and she is once again flung backward, though not so far this time, landing on the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of her.]

[At this moment, both Leslie and the creature are on the ground, placing a short pause on round three. The Nuckelavee, however, looks like it will be able to recover and stand to its feet first, its fall less damaging.]
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-05 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hubert's senses come back to him around the time Leslie's shield breaks. He aches horribly even after mitigating most of the fall with his teleport, a deep feeling in his bones like they'd tried to rattle out of his body. The side of his face particularly throbs alongside the ringing in his head and Hubert thought he could faintly taste blood in his mouth.]

[His body doesn't move when he bids it to; he watches the exchange between Leslie and abomination while the impact-borne numbness lingers in his limbs. Had this moment not been the precipice of life or death, Hubert would've been inordinately impressed by Leslie's ingenuity and initiative—as it was, he could only reach out to his conjuration mentally while clumsy feeling reemerged beyond the pain in his body.]

[So as the Nuckelavee tries to stand again, it's trampled with a vengeance by one particularly bloodthirsty otherworldly warhorse, even if its movements were jerky and uncoordinated. The blow the abomination had dealt to its leg would have killed or fatally lamed a real horse, but the conjuration felt no pesky things like pain or survival instinct. Its onslaught didn't even slow for how the Nuckelavee tried to hack at it.]

[Hubert staggers to his feet in the meantime. He couldn't keep up the level of spellcasting he'd been doing—as useful as conjurations were, the act of bringing the material into the world from the immaterial was a costly act. The bear had minimal investment and hadn't lasted long; his horse, on the other hand, Hubert had poured a considerable investment in to ensure it lasted at least an hour and would take considerable effort to tear its corporeal form apart. The spikes of iron were a considerable drain, as well. Hubert's choice of evocation and offensive conjuration would only serve to stall the beast. The Nuckelavee were both wondrous and horrifying in that fashion, in that no wound no matter how grievous would truly put them down save for beheading.]

[Hubert could pin this one with iron as well... but the blood cost he'd need to pay to supplement his waning magic would render him nigh useless, should it fail or a third danger await them between here and the wall. And that's assuming he could even manage that level of complexity around the pounding in his head. Botching such a spell would pose as much danger (or more) to them as the Nuckelavee.]

[An emergency reserve, then. At least until his head cleared. Hubert extends his hand to the side, forming one of the simplest conjurations—a simple retrieval to an object he had anchored to his magic with enchantment, and called the Arrow of Indra into his grasp.]


Run, [he commands once more, not even sure if Leslie could. He hadn't taken his eyes off their hunter to watch her fall. Still, if she could... the wall couldn't be more than half a mile away. At least Hubert could be sure he'd have the beast's ire, with the enchanted ink on his arm.] It will focus on me.

[The screaming of horse and abominable-horse comes to a halt. His conjuration took an impressive beating before it fell to the rider's sword and clawing, finally felled by the horse-head reaching up and tearing sizable shadows out of the conjuration's neck. The Nuckelavee stands, seething and screeching—and limping somewhat horribly. The shadow-horse's trampling had torn at the exposed muscle and ligament, and seemingly even broken a number of bones, including the rider's sword-arm. Hubert takes his stance, lance at the ready, projecting far more confidence than he felt in his silent challenge. Even as wounded as it was, the abomination was hardly any less deadly.]
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-08 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leslie breathes in a gasp of air and struggles to her feet. She is only a little slowed compared to what she might manage from that position if in proper health, but that small delay is enough for her to come to a decision regarding Hubert’s command.]

[Last time, she’d disobeyed, turning back to shield him from the creature as he finished his spell. This time looks no less dire than the previous. No less likely to result in her mentor’s death. But this time, she has much less magical power to give, and she doesn’t have the kinds of vials that Hubert always carries with him, as reserves to draw on beyond herself.]

[There’s only a moment of indecision before she starts to move, her path aiming to just to the left of Hubert. It’s faster than a walk but slower than a run as she begins to mumble one last spell. She reaches one more time for the enhancement spells she used to briefly stand up to the Nuckelavee, but this time, she can only manage one. An enchantment to make the body faster, more responsive, with the energy to make use of it. It would be a useful one for running to the wall as fast as possible.]

[When she passes by Hubert, though, her hands reach out to touch his sleeve and her magic flows into him instead.]

[There’s a tingling feeling that runs up his arm, because she’s not used enough to casting enchantments on other people, but it fades as he may feel a jolt of energy like someone who drinks a little less than Hubert might find from a cup of coffee. Though not an extraordinary difference, as Leslie is still something of a novice at a spell like this, he should find his body a little better at keeping up with his quick mind.]

[With that, Leslie lets go of his sleeve once more and stumbles past without a word: stumbling from both the level of exhaustion from using so much magic over the course of their escape and her injured ankle. Despite this and despite a sob that manages to escape as she leaves him to an uncertain fate, she manages to push herself to move faster as she runs toward the wall.]

[On the way, she pulls out her watch to send a (handwaved) call out to Edelgard — who, despite being much farther away than any guard on the wall, Leslie trusts far more to be able to arrive in time to save Hubert if he needs it.]

We’re outside the wall, and Hu — Marquis Vestra is still fighting!

[She corrects herself even though she knows that no one would really be against her calling Hubert by something other than his title, least of all Edelgard. She’s the only one who feels like she ought to stick to respectful titles for the people here.]

[Tears falling from her eyes, Leslie continues to run as the Nuckelavee fight’s final round begins.]
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-11 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[A parting gift that Hubert is grateful for. Unless a third opponent sprang out of nowhere, Leslie ought to be in the clear at this point; it was no doubt a better use of her enchantment.]

[He knew he was ill-suited for this enemy. The lance lacked cutting edges—but there was still a small chance he could behead the humanoid body with the tip of the lance and appropriate force.]

[Assuming Hubert ever had the opportunity for such a precise strike.]

[The Nuckelavee lopes forward, its charge uneven from his conjuration's damage. Its accompanying shriek sent ice through his blood, but long time conditioning held Hubert steady; he ducked under the too-long arm's swipe, a hoof narrowly missing his knee. He gouges the lance along the beast's battered side along the way, and disappeared in a blink of magic when the Nuckelavee swipes with a backhanded slash.]

[To his disappointment, the Nuckelavee pivots immediately when Hubert reappears a mere five feet to the side, far less disoriented by his teleport than he. The beast's sword meets the Arrow's raised haft, the force staggering Hubert aside—but he blinks away again before the horse-body can trample him.]

[Thus the fashion the fight proceeds for one of the longest thirty seconds of Hubert's life, a losing battle of attrition in the face of the Nuckelavee's unfaltering relentlessness. The force of the blocked blows jar his hands and arms towards numbness, his waning magic bleeds away bit by bit with every life-saving teleport, and through it all, even though his head has cleared, Hubert's never granted the two seconds he needs to weave a stronger spell or to find his footing for a fatal blow.]

[And then Leslie's parting enchantment fails. The hair's breadth margin he's been evading the beast vanishes. The horse-body's unnaturally sharp teeth sink agonizingly into his shoulder when Hubert's a heartbeat too slow, and knee-jerk instinct takes over.]

[Amid the pain he finds anger and blood, reaching into it greedily, ripping the mana out of his own spilling life's blood. If the Nuckelavee was to send him to hell, it would burn with him.]

[Literally.]


Burn! [It's a spell that required no thought, no structure. Just power and raw intent and fuel. His blood ignites explosively, a rough cone of flame blasting violently outward from the wound with a crimson flash. There's enough concussive force to stagger the Nuckelavee back, and Hubert hardly notices the teeth tearing free under the searing heat of too-close fire.]

[But while it bought him some room, the reflexive spell did little more than that. Now there wasn't just a pissed Nuckelavee, but a pissed Nuckelavee on fire. Damn these things, and their inability to be felled by anything other than beheading.]

[Just as Hubert's wondering how much more of his blood he'd need to fuel a Hail Mary of a teleport, an arrow sails from over head the strike the beast with far more force than should have been physically possible. The Nuckelavee hits the ground again with a thunderous impact. A large blur streaks by his vision as a large canine Turnskin leaps forward with a zweihander.]

[Hubert doesn't wait. He doesn't even need the prompting of the hand tugging at the back of his coat to turn and retreat, chasing after Leslie's path. Quicker than the girl, but that was more a grace of his long legs than any illusion of faring better than her.]

[He arrives gasping, his breath short and rapid. Hubert leans immediately against the Brightwall, sliding down to the ground, exertion heavier than gravity; this was far more than he's asked of his body in a while.]
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-14 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Leslie has not been at the wall for long by the time Hubert arrives thanks to the leg difference, but there has been time to wrap her in the impromptu blanket of someone's cloak. The guard she is crying an explanation out to does not look like they planned or wanted to deal with an emotional child today. A look of relief passes over their face when she's distracted by Hubert's arrival and is at least crying at her watch instead of them as she tells Edelgard that both she and Hubert made it to the wall.]

[What the guard as not expecting was for Leslie to then stumble toward Hubert on legs shaking like a newborn fawn. "O-oi --!" but Leslie isn't listening.]

[She probably wouldn't have been able to balance in her current state if she needed to reach all the way up to Hubert's shoulder, but thanks to him sinking to the ground, she can hover her hand over his injured shoulder as she uses her other arm to prop herself up.]

[She doesn't have the energy to actually properly heal the wound -- really, she doesn't have the energy to really do anything, magical or physical -- but she manages to at least make the worst of the bite mark smaller, some smaller parts on the edges fusing closed and the rest pulling just a little closer to make the opening smaller and slow the blood flow. Even with that much, she can barely keep on her feet by clinging to the wall after she finishes.]

I'm sorry. [It's almost inaudible as the words are forced out between sobs.] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-15 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the faint touch of magic that gets Hubert to open his yes. They settle on Leslie and the rest of the world snaps back into focus, finally able to hear her sobs over his thundering pulse and the rush of his breath.]

[Her trembling doesn't escape him; Hubert's hand raises to hover by her side warily, for all the good his wounded shoulder would be able to support her.]


For what? Quick thinking that saved my life? [Granted, an argument could be made that it never would have been endangered in the first place if Leslie hadn't ventured out, or Hubert would have handled the fight very differently had he not been concerned about another. That said, after they were thrown from the horse, Leslie's desperate stand had bought him the seconds he needed to recover.]

[His eyes flicker across her scrapes and down to her injured ankle.]
You should not be standing.
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-19 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie shakes her head once before realizing that moving her head around is not going to help keep her up. She sniffles and swallows heavily, pushing down the sobs. Her shoulders shake even more than the rest of her body at the effort to contain them and her voice is thick, but she keeps from further sobs.]

That isn’t what I meant.... [She would certainly be one to argue that it would not have come down to such dangerous situations if it hadn’t been for her. She did buy time or, in one case, provide information, which were certainly crucial, but taken as a whole, Hubert saved her more than she helped him in return. Though he is the one with experience in war and her experience in survival was non-combative, she still feels bad that she wasn’t able to keep him from ending up in this condition.]

[She gives a weak smile.] I think...if I sit down right now, I won’t be able to stand up again until tomorrow. [How she expects to walk back to their house from the wall in this condition is unknown. Probably pure willpower.]

[Her voice cracks.] I just want to go h —

[She doesn’t call it “home,” because, despite everything, she still thinks that it would be too selfish of her to call it her home. Her longing for both has left Leslie with an extremely idealistic idea of what a real home and a real family means, and the worry that claiming either without the “right“ to them would be a bother to others.]

I want to be back at the house. I don’t want to be here anymore.
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-19 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Hubert nods, his eyes flicking to a woman in a nightgown and a guard's coat scurrying over to them. A hastily awoken healer, he guessed. His torn shoulder still ached horribly even after Leslie's aid, as did the side of his face, and knees and hands and everywhere else he'd bounced off the rough street.]

[But his eyes return to Leslie. Her entire being was stretched thin, from her endurance to her bravery. Tonight had already asked more than one of her age should ever be, and she answered valiantly. To fold now wasn't weakness, but a luxury—a child's luxury, and one Hubert wondered how often she'd ever had the chance to take.]

[He wouldn't take this chance from her by asking a little more of her bravery.]

[So Hubert leverages the haft of the Arrow like a walking stick, commanding his rattled bones to move, fighting his way to his feet. The other Witch approaches, asking about wounds, broken bones, and before she can take too much of their time, he cuts her off.]


Just enough to stitch the flesh, and her ankle, if you would. We'll manage from there; you have our gratitude.

[The woman purses her lips in blatant disapproval, but obliges. Just a little to stave off infection (in his case) and tide them along—the rest would take too long for his liking. His bruising and anything still torn under his shoulder's newly repaired skin could be tended to later.]

[Hubert glances at Leslie as the healer woman departs, ready to begin their long walk.]
It will be an easier journey without that limp of yours. You'll have plenty of time to think of an explanation for this foolishness of yours. Lady Edelgard will no doubt demand to know why you were outside the wall at night. This has caused her great distress.

[But even as his voice remains level, even as he'd so far demanded nothing of Leslie, Hubert wasn't without his sternness.]
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-20 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[If Leslie knew that he was foregoing such important healing for the sake of her wish to be home sooner, she would protest. She wants to be out of here, but certainly not at the cost of Hubert's health. And it's not like she doesn't have a feeling that this is what he might be doing. She knows she ought to ask him.]

[But she doesn't. It's something that she will regret when this moment is behind her and she has rested, but right now, she keeps quiet as she watches the healer's disapproving face and ignores the evidence in front of her that he is continuing to push himself for her sake.]

[Her voice is barely above a whisper when the woman has finished with her ankle.] Thank you.

[When she turns back to Hubert to see him looking at her, his words make her still watery eyes fill further, but she forces herself to not look away or start crying in earnest again.]

I don't have one. Not one that excuses it. I panicked, and I made a bad decision. [She sniffles as she pushes herself off the wall. Her first few steps are more like a stumble, but she soon falls into an exhausted one-foot-in-front-of-the-other trudge.] But I'll tell her what happened.

[Leslie knows the dread of walking toward an expected punishment. This time is different. She knows the punishment will not be in cruel excess, but for the first time since she survived the fire, she knows she will deserve it. The feelings are difficult to compare, but at the moment, she thinks this way might be harder.]
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-20 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[He isn't sure what he expected, truthfully. This isn't like scolding his classmates or an individual in his employ. After a beat of watching her to be sure she wouldn't fall, Hubert nods approvingly.]

[Perhaps her answer shouldn't be a surprise. Leslie's maturity always had been beyond her years. He glances away with a small sound, his pace set to slow steps.]


...I see. So long as you have learned. [But his mind wouldn't leave one detail alone. He hadn't seen any signs of fire nearby...] What caused your panic?
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie is grateful that he keeps to a slow pace. Though he is more injured than she is, with his much longer legs, he could doubtless get back faster than she can.]

[It takes Leslie a moment to answer his question. The worry is one that is beyond her ability to pursue in this moment, but it's one that still weighs on her.]

I can't feel Mr. Hector anymore.

[After their talk as Hubert helped her with the familiar bonding ritual, Leslie told him and the others in the house when she and Hector agreed on a bond back in early June. (This has been formed as a temporary bond, which means that Leslie has not actually done a full bond ceremony at the Coven yet. They've been repeatedly using temporary bond potions for the past nearly three months instead, because Hector has a fear of commitment thinks he would be a bad influence as a permanent bond partner.)]

He's been at the Northern Outpost. With the others hunting the abominations. And I thought...it wasn't long after I returned from the Outer City, and I thought it might be easier to feel the bond outside the Bright Wall, since he's so far away. And if he was hurt, or -- or dying...I didn't think I needed to wait to find someone to come with me.

[There haven't been any problems in her accompanied visits to the Outer City. It seems she relaxed too much from that.]
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[personal profile] bloodypath 2020-09-20 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[She has her moment to answer him in peace. Hector. Hector, right, she'd mentioned him. Hubert frowns at the road ahead. He hadn't been expecting that.]

[And whatever else Hubert had been expecting was a lesser concern than that. He could sympathize with that, at least. Even if "children have been disappearing outside of the wall" was a questionable time to employ such logic.]

[But Hubert lets that point lie for now, sighing quietly through his nose. Tonight was already long. It was shaping up to be so much terribly longer. He'd have to stay as far back behind the lines as possible, and a moment to revitalize himself back at the house...]

[Those thoughts continue to mull in the back of Hubert's mind while he answers.]


So you ran off to find him. [Spoken as a statement of fact, not an accusation.] If your bond dissolved, there's no telling what the outcome is. He could just as likely be fine. But, [A breath that wasn't quite a sigh, and a shake of his head.] a concern for later. You're at your limit.
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[personal profile] foundfamilies 2020-09-20 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Leslie’s head bobs slightly as she nods along to his words. She can’t deny any of this. It is just a fact that she ran off to find him — not even by going to the Northern Outpost, where she thought she’d end up in the way of the people preparing to fight the Nuckelavee but would have at least not been alone in danger. She can’t know what happened with Hector, and it could simply be that her bond dissolved for no particular reason (which is the case). And she certainly is at her limit. She thinks that if she takes her eyes off her feet for a moment, she’s going to trip and fall to the ground and that will be the end of walking home.]

I’m still not strong enough.

[Her words are intended as an agreement that she’s at her limit. She says it as though she didn’t begin the year still visibly underfed with her magic replaced with something new.]

[She can’t tell what happened to Hector — or even if anything happened to Hector. But if he was in trouble, she’d been unable to take even the first step to helping him out of it.]

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