Apprentice Ferondir of Mira
15 Years
Indignant
The Piratians: Lower Deck
Party: All
Ferondir scowled.
Fine then, nice to meet you too. He forced his shoulders out of the Anouki's coat.
"Do you mind..." he caught sight of Zeph, a second from death.
Zeph leaned out of the way, barely avoiding the blade, he danced in this manner for several more beats, but then blocked the blade.
Both swords screamed.
The fer around Ferondir vibrated, Ravoo could feel it too. The swords were unwilling to clash.
It sounded almost like they were brothers. How could swords have auras? Were there daemons bound to the blades?
The blades forced themselves apart. They really didn't want this.
Ferondir struggled to free himself, his muscles tensing.
Relax, said a voice in his mind. It was that same voice from the mind scape.
He forced himself to go limp, and almost didn't react in time to stop himself from falling to the floor. He scrambled to his feet, forgetting all about the voice. He had to tell Zeph what the swords were feeling.
"Zeph, don't!" Zeph didn't acknowledge him, but flicked his sword and launched the pirate away.
Thank goodness.
The swords had stopped screaming. Ferondir sighed.
They still had a pirate to deal with.
Ferondir looked around for his staff, he must have dropped it.
There it was, on the ground, half submerged in the soup that coated the deck.
"I'm so sorry Mira, will you forgive me?" He whispered.
He dived for it just as the pirate struggled to put his significant weight onto his feet.
A fat pirate. He must be good at what he does. Ferondir stood up and leaped back. How best to fight a man like this? The ground was slippery, lowering agility. There was very little light, lowering visibility. He couldn't fight that sword here. He leaped away, toward the stairs.
Wonderful, there's an Anouki in my way. He turned around, an expression not unlike that of a cornered rat twisting his features. He wasn't strong enough.
Shut up. I can do this. I just need to support the others. Together, they can do this. He raised his staff; every healing and strengthening spell he knew flew through his head. Anyone of these spells could help, but who?