RP:Larket vs Fermin: First Attack

Part of the Rise of Larket Arc

Summary: The fermin attack the town square while the antidote to their poison is being handed out.

Larket Town Square

In the center of Larket, right at the town square are four tables set up with three healers behind each table. At one table stood the Larket's very own Apothecary holding a parchment of paper and a vial of ink for those that cannot write out their name they have ink to leave a mark. She wanted to keep a record of who got the antidote, just for safety reasons. The witch stayed busy as well did her apprentice who was fast at work working down the line of the Larket people. Each person in line had rash, with blisters that was eating away the flesh. The blisters there self were transparent and could see having pus within, if there was no blister then they were pale pouring with sweat and pale as the whitest of white clouds. Each person that was given a shot of the antidote was then escorted to the safe house by a Larket guard. Large cyan eyes scanned each person and constantly checking as the guards moved along the crowd, their was about seventy people left in the line as many had already been healed. The people of Larket called Artia their savior and adored the witch, hearing a loud scream from deep in the woods. The trees whispered to her of what was peeping out towards the town, with a cringe she whispered to the ally the most close to her. Letting that person know what was told to her, especially when the trees swayed roughly in the distance. That was not a good sign, and soon she saw smoke coming from the woods. Another bad sign, she knew what the smoke meant, the trees voices flooding her mind they were being burned, and the trees broke the connection with her to not cause her any harm. "Shut down. We need everyone to leave, head to the safe houses now." At that arrows flooded the sky sending blazing torches to strike anything near aiming for any building to burn, next out ran fermin attacking anyone and everything.

Kelovath it had been such a long time since crossing over the bridge into Larket. He missed it. All of it. Making his way back into, what he considered home, was a great feeling. Walking quite effortlessly into the city and being able to recognize familiar places and face brought so much happiness to the Paladin. Naturally, the armored man was making his way toward Lucy's Crossing. A promise was made to the shop keeper and he intended to keep it. He did seem to notice a bit of worry on some of the citizens faces as he approached the town square, which caused his hand to now rest on the hilt of his sword. Something felt off. Once the square was completely in sight, did the situation grow a bit more confusing, and at the same time, more clear. With everything that was currently happening at the square, Kelovath decided to make his way off behind one of the empty vendor stands still standing. For now, the armored man simply waited and watched, like he had done so many times just recently. It didn't take long for the paladin to see that something bad was just about to happen. Looking toward the woods, the smoke made it quite obvious that a battle was about to take place. Always ready at a moments notice, Kelo unsheathed his sword, grasped the hilt with both hands, and instantly began asking the powerful God, Arkhen, for a much needed blessing. Feeling the holy magic touch down on him, the armored paladin let out a deep breath and started to make his way toward the nearest invader.

Firre took her helmet off as she strode through town sniffing at the air and smelling the plague. She obverse her surroundings carefully, taking note the healing running up and down lines of folks appeared to be afflicted. The wind rustled about her silver hair and her instincts kicked in. Something was wrong and she could smell smoke on the air, but she only smiled. Fermin scent was also wafted her way and she knew the rodents were the cause. “Amateurs don’t even know how to use fire properly.” She drew her Black sword and channeled her fire through it, igniting the sword till it shined white hot. With a laugh she charged into the frey and turned any Rats she met to ash, or made them wish she killed them.

Anson was trembling with anger as his feet carried him through Larket looking for Artia. He had heard rumors, but he needed to hear it from the witch's mouth himself. He knew being a way at Sea would cause time apart from the lands, from people, but he hadn't thought this would have came about. As he neared the town square, a horrid smell hit his nose. It was worse then all of the crew on a six month trip, with no showers. He stopped short, and in luck because a arrow landed a step in front of him. The yells had started, and the sky was raining fiery arrows and giant rats scampered out. "Fermin" the man growled in his husky tone, as his hand reached to retrieve his crossbow. A rat hissed at him the wrong way and caught a arrow through his papery ear, the next a dot between the eyes. "Artia!" His voice boomed out as his muddy eyes searched for the witch.

Jesen is yet another outsider caught up in the current events of the lands troublesome nature. First it was his own home in Rynvale, then Frostmaw, to Vailkrin and now here in Larket. Was all of the realm facing such dire times? Or was this high elf a magnet for trouble? These questions are quickly put to the back of his mind as the ranger watches more than a few rush forth to aid the people of the Free City-State of Larket as Fermin seek to overtake it. The forest burns, and the fires grow with every passing moment, but the immediate threat are the rats themselves as they dart to and fro and begin to unleash volleys of arrows upon a heavily populated crowd. A "tsk" escapes the highborn before he extends out his right hand and utters words of arcane magic. A collective ball of mystical energy forms within his open palm, and as the incantation is completed a bow appears within the arcane archer's grasp. Taking careful aim, and still some distance away, the Phenthae noble draws back the silvery string of the rune inlaid weapon and holds it a moment before he releases. From out of nothingness form a single arrow that flies forth at startling speed, passing the golden knight who calls upon the gods as he herorically charges forth. But this arrow isnt aimed at a fermin. No, this arorw travels skyward. Once it flies over Kelovath the magical arrow erupts into multiple other arrows. Fourteen to be exact. The magical arrows fly forth towards the fermin's own and meet in a clash of sparks and splinters that causes flaming debris to rain down from the sky. Not all the magical arrows find their mark, that would be impossible, but a good number are destroyed, thus keeping the total number of fatalities at a minimum at least, and, most importantly, giving the heroes here a chance to retaliate in kind upon these creations of the fallen Lich Queen, Ryeanna. Never one to wait and se ehow things play out, Jesen rushes forth towards the apothocary, Artia, and her assistant, to offer aid and protection. Within moments the ryvalian warrior is by her side a watchful eye kept about them all in case fermin raiders try to ambush the woman, or destroy her supplies of the life saving antidote.

Irenic was dutiful to accompany his fiance, Artia, in this time of need so that in the event of any harm were to threaten her he would be there to help or rescue her the best he could. His silvery stare was uncaring as he stood stoic by Artia's side, but his attention would soon be stole away in her unease at the smoke coming from the trees causing him to have already placed himself at the opening of the building nearest in proximity to corral the sickly and recently healed into safety. He was calm, but the tall Avian's voice carried, "This way! Over here! Try to not panic." Once the patients in the crowd would pass by him, they seemed calmer in the sense of the opposing humanoid with his steely glare and smelling their favorite scent coming from the man's Avian side of him. After aiding most of the townsfolk to safety he would draw his long sword and find his way back to Artia's side to watch her back in a sense while his massive ivory wings arch out in a defensive manner which made each feather upon them ruffle; causing him to look even larger in scale. An elongated pointed ear of the 6'11' Avian caught the sound of someone calling for Artia, but his focus was on any and every Fermin meaning the mother of his child harm, quickly ready to strike at all the pests who dare even think nearing the enchantress with an amazing swiftness; it wasn't his first use with a blade… Obviously. A look of disgust washed over the man's determined expression as an overgrown rat had grasp of his leg attempting to scorch his marvelous feathers and a wicked grin would come over Irenic as he took up shooting off into the skies in such a marvelous fashion; higher and higher yet and not before tossing his sword down before Artia as a Fermin was nearing too close to her and the sword impales the creature through the center of it, instant kill there. Once high enough he shook the fermin free as if kicking a soccer ball to send it spinning off a safe distance from the comrades for wherever the sorry soul landed it was sure to leave a small crate

The Fermin cackled, and squeaked to the other communicating in ways the others could not tell unless a fermin taught a person. The archers ran up to sit ontop the roof, shooting arrows down below. It was evident these attacking were the weak ones, testing to see where would be the best spot for a full out attack. See who would be the weakest to take out first, or use for leverage no one was safe now. One of the blade weilding fermin saw Kelovath move forth and it skipped forward swinging its blade blindly at his ankles. Another saw the one with a blade of fire upon it and took off screaming like a tiny banshee, furr missing along the creature from mange taking ahold. Half an ear left on the left side of the head. "I am Skut, and you soon will be begging for my mercy! Larket will be ours!" The rodent charged towards Firre, while the one that ran at Kelovath moved to dodge and run between his legs if opening was offered. One of the archers turned and began to strike arrows of purple fire down upon the area Kelovath resided at, the flames were enchanted that once they hit an object venom was inserted and a flame would grow from within. When Anson appeared indeed did they descend attack on them, only to quickly fall to its death. Next, Jesen arrow trick striked true, killing three that charged towards Kelovath. Now there was four left alive.

The witch caught the sight out the corner of her eye, Kelovath..the one person that gave her life purpose when she was a dark being. Her heart leapt at the sight of him, following his eyes he was stalking towards the Fermin attackers. "Kelovath!" She screamed out his name, last time he saw her was couple years ago and she was cursed. Now she had waist length dark strawberry hair, and large cyan blue optics, without thinking she ran up to him placing a hand to his shoulder. If he looked to her she would nod her head to him, giving him the sideways grin she use to give him when they met long time ago. Turning to the woods, she saw the creatures flooding out...quick count of ten, four archers, this had to be the first round of them. Send out the weaker ones to see where the strengths were, they wanted blood they would get it from the witch. Looking to her side she saw a stranger take off running into the frey, lifting a brow she didn't mind but would have to thank her for saving her home. Stepping back with a few jumps as the fermin charged forward. A wicked smirk flooded her lusciously plump lips, she was glad she wore a collared shirt that left the back open to show her tattoos, and pants for once. A rare sight at that, she would be free for movement easily. The serpent armlet came to life, slithering down to her hand as it became Black-Scarab Engraved Wand, "Get those people to safety now, everyone else if want to stay put those fires out!" The Larket woods striked up into a blaze of flames, Iit was one thing to attack her Larket. But to attack flora as well, and in these enchanted woods was more than enough to have a warrant of death. A dark twinkle appeared Iin her cyan

Artia eyes, once she saw a different type of arrow be launched she looked to the one standing beside him. The witch did not have to speak out her intentions as a strong gust of wind swept along the ground, picking up large amount of dirt. Her hands moving around in a fluid yet almost mesmerizing manner moving her body to stand in an arrow stance. With a twitch of a finger the dust storm carried off Ito the woods working on putting out the fires, as the people that stayed were hard at work to put out the buildings that were a blaze. Next the witch would give the fermin some tree burning for sure, burned in fermin blood at that. She did not mean to ignore Irenic as she was already pulling engery into her being, rolling her eyes back inside her head for a brief moment. Along the dark strawberry hair extended thorn vines, leaving Artia looking as if she was mother nature herself. The witch looked wild and unbridled, much unlike her normal self that all saw. Those in the past that had seen her in such away were killed, or killed easily from gazing upon her. The witch glared when she saw the fermin with a blade sneaking up behind a tree. But was quickly snatched away by Irenic, she did not have time to see what he or anyone else would do. Her duty called to uphold her vow to Larket, and she would to her last breath of air. With a twitch of her ruby lips a large dirt wall shot up from the ground moving and rolling towards any fermin in sight to aim in pushing just them away. Once done the dirt would falling back to the ground freeing the root that she ran along them. Narrowing her cyan eyes at the two other fermin trailing her, "Heads up!" She screamed as a root lofted from the ground behind Jesen and Kelovath spearing the fermin that went to sneak slay them from behind. The fermin was now speared up seven feet above there heads. Turning around the witch went towards the other two that weilded bow and arrow, shooting arrows towards the group. Moving quicker towards them she whistled, being shot up in the air the female thrust out her whip to wrap around one of the fermin, sendng posioned thorns into is body. Thrusting the whip to the side to send the fermin across the street now ripped in half from the razor sharp thorns. Sliding along the dirt as she landed, dodging the arrows the last one wanted to try for a deadly shot. But he missed, the witch pointed her free palm directed at it to send a powerful gust of wind back. Sending the fermin few feet back, unconscious. Standing up she dusted herself off, kicking the fermin hard as she could against its head a few times. "How many corpse do we have? They will be back...this was a first wave." Turning around grabbing the thing by its tail, looking upon those that were present, "Who are you, strangers?"" With that she spun the fermin she dragged up over her head and slammed it to the group infront of her. Shaking off her whip as she wrapped it back around her neck, returning back to the dried leaf necklace. "there will be another wave, get ready."

Kelovath continued toward the chaos that was now forming in front of him. Although the paladin typically strayed from any unknown violence, these monsters were attacking the only thing he knew as a home. And, frankly, his time away had done a bit of change to his process of thinking. Even feeling and kind of seeing the arrow shoot passed him, the paladin was unwavering in his march toward the near-by Fermin. The paladin jumped back just a bit when the fermin wildly swung his weapon. They weren't the smartest creatures and the man had dealt with a lot worse. The fermin, having missed his attack, was quickly struck in the back with Kelo's blade. Hearing the hissing from the fermin actually brought a smile to his face. When the attempt of fleeing started by the over-grown rat, Kelovath saw his opening. With both hands still grasped upon the hilt of his sword, Kelo stabbed outward and caught the disgusting creature with the full force of his blade. Almost to the hilt, the sword had dove into the abdomen of the beast, killing it in an instant. "...Yes." It was a single word, whispered by Kelovath and shortly after a small smirk flashed across his lips. The blade was then ripped backward from the Fermin, who then fell to the cold ground. The armored man quickly lifted his gaze, dodging one of the only arrows to even come close to his armored self. Looking for his next foe, only slightly admiring the fermin blood dripping from his sword, Kelovath heard the unfamiliar name of Skut. His attention was pulled from the archer, who was much out of reach anyway, and the paladin hoped to lock the apparent 'leader' in a fight with at least someone. But, before being able to do so, Artia had made her approach toward the paladin. For the time being, there was little to do but give the woman a slight nod of his head and continue toward Skut.

Jesen can see that the ground fight wads handled, and knew he will be better suited covering those who are in the thick of the melee. Couple that with the fact of vines erupting from the ground and now a flame using swordsman hacking anything in her path, and you have one high elf who doesn't wish to end up in the path of this rampage. The woman he came to cover has her man taking over that role, thus the archer is free to do as he pleases. Jesen takes ample advantage of this. With a dexterity and balance known only by elven kind does he move with swiftness, running and then leaping, to go from the ground to one of the giant vines to use it to help him get atop a nearby building. Once on this high ground his keen elven eyesight picks out targets as well as makes it harder for fermin to try to get to him. The golden knight seems and able warrior, the avian too. The flame sword waving badass down there can handle her own it seem, so why not leave swordplay to the professionals? Now ranged combat? Thats his bread and butter, and as if to prove this the arcane archer once more brings up that bound bow of his and knocks back arrow after arrow in rapid succession. One. Two. Three. Each silvery arrow streaks past Kelovath, Firre and Artia in a flash of magical light to bury themselves in a few remaining fermin archers left in the distance. Their death cries come out as high pitched squeels before thier lives are snuffed out by the marksman. With the warning that this was the first of a series of waves, the highborn simple signals those who care that he has thier backs. In case they haven't seen that already.

Irenic had an advantage overhead scanning the area to check for safety and came down fast to swoop and grasp his longsword from the impaled and he drops himself back down to ground level before Artia; back to defending her by her side. She might hear as if a twig a snaped and soft thud from the Avian's direction as he was ridding his wings of a couple arrows that stuck in the ivory masses as if it happened daily, not even a wince or sucking of air came from him… He was used to this as e was not as skilled as Jesen to doge such attacks and had Artia caught his expression at all during battle she might notice a grin throughout the entirety as if he was participating in a sporting event and a bloodied hand idly smoothed his hair out of his face in turn making some of his silver spots of his greying hair be spotted with fermin blood. Something dark and wicked glinted in the Avian's gaze upon his weapon as he was wiping the blood from it still a grin blazing as he hadn't even noticed the newcomers entirely; just kept his focus on his enchantress. For a small moment his smirk was pulled to a nearby open space as a thud would be heard by those with enhanced hearing, his furry kick ball finally landed and it was sure to be a splattered death in its spot from the fall alone. Irenic's disturbing looking grin softened to his usual bored expression once the dragon woman approached to introduce herself to which he offered in his usual cold and gruff tone, "Irenic." He was not friendly to most at first, kept it at bare minimum until it would require more. He would stay stoic and absent in conversation till addressed or introduced.

The Fermin that attacked kelovath were slain, as the one that sent this wave out was smart. They couldn't fight and put up easy to none defense against the ones attacking back. They were easy to slay, obviously the slow ones. As Kelovath came towards Skut, he began juggling his tiny blade with a smug smile showing off the mouth of only one half broken tooth. Taking off into a run, as Skut tripped and fell at Kelovath's feet. Looking up to the male in horror as the creature scrambled to its fit hopefully in time not to get killed, holding an infected blade the creature thrust it with better skill then the other ones. Firre attack was right on, and indeed burned the one she attacked to almost ash now since the flame was so hot. Then the golden knight slayed many himself, which had left any still alive ready to flee. Seeing what Irenic did to one of the kin, scared any in the woods off and away.

Artia couldn't help but to offer a smile to Kelovath as she was doing what he always did best, help protect Larket. He taught her that, and here she was still doing it almost three years later. She watched him head towards Skut, he was obviously not smart to twirl his blade back and forth dropping it to pick it back up. Large cyan blue eyes looked upon the female dragon speaking, "Thank you Firre, I am Artia this cities Apothecary. I do not know when the second wave will be, if you would like to camp out around here and have your fill of battle please do so." Artia would normal shake someone's hand, but she was soon distracted again. Artia bent down to grab the neck of the one she had knocked unconscious, whispering a spell her nails extended. Her right hand's nails were now retractable-pernicious tektite-nails, a good six inches long digging into the throat of the fermin. Standing up, lifting the fermin into the air, screaming out. "This is what happens when you try to harm Larket." Her voice was carried off into the wind, echoing all through out Larket. Next her other hand raised up to grip onto the foot of the fermin she had her nails into, the creature was awake and alive for now in her grasp. Squirming slowly choking on the blood that poured down along her hand, with a spit to the ground she finished ripped the throat out. Tossing the lifeless corpse to the ground, looking back up to those that had came to Larket's first rescue against the first wave of attacks. Looking to Irenic she shook her head in time to see him playing with the corpse, "You all are free to stay, I am going to go scope out the area." Before she left she ran up to Kelovath, throwing her arms tightly around him. Pulling away, blood still dripping from her hand from ripping a fermin's throat out. "If you want the antidote to be safe, I will be back in this spot in few hours. I need to see where they came from this time, this was a light attack. Sent out there dumb and weak ones to test the strength. Thank you." Her cyan eyes looked upon Jesen, "You, thank you again. I am Artia, Larket's apothecary. I hope to see you again tomorrow."

Kelovath saw the blade of Skut's. He wasn't worried, nor did he really try to dodge the attack. Instead, the paladin was about to shift the weight of his sword fast enough to disarm the fermin with what appeared to be a simple flick of his wrist. There was, in fact, very little movement from the paladin at all. The, assumed poisoned, dagger went flying off into who knows where, as did the hand that was previously holding it. Skut screamed, as expected, and attempted to cover his now stump of a hand. Kelovath whispered yet again, "...Yes." The sword within the armored hands of Kelovath began to glow brightly. The small smirk returned to the paladin's face and in one swift motion, Kelovath sliced the head right off of the fermin that used to be known as Skut. Standing back to his normal position, the golden knight gave a small nod, glanced at his blade and blood that dripped from it, then back down to the headless body. His eyes closed, a few words of prayer were whispered, and the man turned toward the gathering group and smiled. "Well now. Quite exciting, eh?"

Firre slowly nods lost in thought for the next battle, she makes her way over to a stool outside a door. She puts her feet up on her helmet and rests her eyes keeping half away to be able to jump up if she needs to. Should anyone walk up to her she would opening one eye and speak simply, then close her eye until the next disturbance.