After weeks, Asha still could not bring herself to enter the Inn. While she missed the friendly faces dearly, a few in particular, she felt no remorse at the chaos she left behind. Some people lived for that sort of thing, the heady rush of adrenaline, the smell of blood and sweat, jarring strikes. She supposed that was why the arena was often so popular. But such things did not appeal to the cleric, who was certain she had already seen enough death for an elven lifetime, not to mention a human's.
The fragment. Barbades still had not answered her prayers, and so the loathsome thing was still in her possession. Even hidden from sight, she could feel the evil pulsing from it. Perhaps that was another reason she had chosen to stay away from the Red Dragon Inn. While creatures of good flocked there, it also seemed a haven for those of dark and evil natures. With the fragment still present in this world and unsecured, she would be a target. It was true that the fragment was a foreign object with a foreign history to the denizens of Rhy'Din, but one could not ignore its evil power, and one would not need to know its history to feel its alure.
She felt safer away from the masses, keeping to her daily and nightly routines at the church or the orphanage across the street. Somehow, she did not expect that she would draw evil to her.
Of course, it was night. Creatures of darkness preferred to hunt and strike in the darkness. Asha staved off the night with a candle and contented herself with reading. She sat curled up on her bed, the scent of cherries and vanilla filling her room as the candle burned. But not even the sweetest perfume could mask the odor of death that came creeping in. Decay, sickening sweet and rotting, filled her nose, and her book slid and fell to the floor. A sense of danger chilled her. Blowing out the candle, she relied on her elven sight in the darkness, and glimpses of red through the shutters revealed a creature lurked outside.
It was here for her and would attack the church if she let it.
She didn't have time for her cloak, and its bulk would only get in the way. The night was cold, but she was certain she soon would not be able to feel it. She belted her bag about her waist and dug through the chest at the foot of her bed. There was no time to properly ready herself for an assault, only to procure a weapon. Perhaps if the sisters of the church knew she was housing armaments for making war, they would not have so easily accepted her. Or would have had an excuse to be rid of her. Throwing pieces of mismatched armor out of the way, she pulled out a flail, a simple, spiked ball chained to a stick that had seen better days. The wood was scratched and scuffed, the metal chipped in places. Holding it carefully to keep it from jangling, she ran out of her room, out of the church, and into the street.
"I know you have come for me," she whispered to the darkness. "Barbades, grant Your humble servant protection against this evil that now hunts her. Grant her strength and shield her from harm. The fragment will be protected from the hands of evil."
She neither glowed nor gleamed, nor did ethereal armor suddenly clink in place, but she felt the divine sparkling in her blood. Barbades would help her protect the fragment. "I am here!" she called to the creature, running first into the street. "If you want it, come and get me!" Her voice trembled a touch. She was admittedly afraid, but innocents could be hurt if she did nothing. Asha did not revel the fight, but she was no stranger to combat. She lured the creature away from others and out into the open.
A demon stalked from the shadows and into the streetlights, a wicked thing to behold with glossy black, armored flesh. It was spiked with long, cruel talons and horns and a barbed tail. Thick, corded muscles flexed aggressively, and sharp fangs filled its evil grin. It had no words for her but needed none. It was a creature that reeked of death and had come for hers. There would be no reasoning.
She had faced demons in the Abyss, but she had been filled to the brink with Barbades' holy wrath. Now, His power mingled incompletely with her own. She didn't know if she was strong enough, and the demon laughed at her fear. Suddenly, it rushed at her, talons biting into her flesh as she parried a killing blow. She cried out in pain, but the elf gritted her teeth as she used its proximity to her advantage. Her free hand struck out toward the creature, and she called, "Tya'ra tel' taurnin!" She bled, but the beast reeled back with a cry of its own. Its flesh cracked beneath her touch, sickly-looking blood hissing against the cold of the night.
"Tampa..." she whispered in a plea, but the demon would not stop at her will. It watched and stalked her from a distance, which gave the cleric time to call upon another malediction. "Barbades, He who watches over us in Murcaste, send this demon back to the Abyss. Use me as Your conduit to strike this evil down. To You I utter this holy word..." As the word fell from her lips, her back arched in a spasm, her head flung back as divine power flooded through her and out. At her invocation, power erupted, and the demon screeched in pain. Its body hissed in the winter air, but it was not yet dead. Panic skittered across its hateful gaze, quickly deciding between the instinct-driven fight or flight.
But wounds had angered the creature, and the fragment still held a dark lure. If it could wrest the fragment from the cleric, it could draw upon the power and surely defeat the elf. She was weak and wounded and soft enough to cut down.
The moment of indecision was its downfall. Hazy-eyed and injured from the holy blast, it didn't see Asha rushing upon the creature. Filled with the strength of her God, she struck true, the blessed instrument caving in the demon's head. With a gurgling shriek, it was all over, and the collapsing body turned to ash as life fled.
Her hands shook, and the flail dropped to the ground. It had only been a matter of minutes, but it felt ages longer. Trembling, she dropped to her knees and took a moment to calm herself. "Forgive me," she said in a breathless whisper. Taking a calming breath, she began the task of assessing her injuries.
The fragment. Barbades still had not answered her prayers, and so the loathsome thing was still in her possession. Even hidden from sight, she could feel the evil pulsing from it. Perhaps that was another reason she had chosen to stay away from the Red Dragon Inn. While creatures of good flocked there, it also seemed a haven for those of dark and evil natures. With the fragment still present in this world and unsecured, she would be a target. It was true that the fragment was a foreign object with a foreign history to the denizens of Rhy'Din, but one could not ignore its evil power, and one would not need to know its history to feel its alure.
She felt safer away from the masses, keeping to her daily and nightly routines at the church or the orphanage across the street. Somehow, she did not expect that she would draw evil to her.
Of course, it was night. Creatures of darkness preferred to hunt and strike in the darkness. Asha staved off the night with a candle and contented herself with reading. She sat curled up on her bed, the scent of cherries and vanilla filling her room as the candle burned. But not even the sweetest perfume could mask the odor of death that came creeping in. Decay, sickening sweet and rotting, filled her nose, and her book slid and fell to the floor. A sense of danger chilled her. Blowing out the candle, she relied on her elven sight in the darkness, and glimpses of red through the shutters revealed a creature lurked outside.
It was here for her and would attack the church if she let it.
She didn't have time for her cloak, and its bulk would only get in the way. The night was cold, but she was certain she soon would not be able to feel it. She belted her bag about her waist and dug through the chest at the foot of her bed. There was no time to properly ready herself for an assault, only to procure a weapon. Perhaps if the sisters of the church knew she was housing armaments for making war, they would not have so easily accepted her. Or would have had an excuse to be rid of her. Throwing pieces of mismatched armor out of the way, she pulled out a flail, a simple, spiked ball chained to a stick that had seen better days. The wood was scratched and scuffed, the metal chipped in places. Holding it carefully to keep it from jangling, she ran out of her room, out of the church, and into the street.
"I know you have come for me," she whispered to the darkness. "Barbades, grant Your humble servant protection against this evil that now hunts her. Grant her strength and shield her from harm. The fragment will be protected from the hands of evil."
She neither glowed nor gleamed, nor did ethereal armor suddenly clink in place, but she felt the divine sparkling in her blood. Barbades would help her protect the fragment. "I am here!" she called to the creature, running first into the street. "If you want it, come and get me!" Her voice trembled a touch. She was admittedly afraid, but innocents could be hurt if she did nothing. Asha did not revel the fight, but she was no stranger to combat. She lured the creature away from others and out into the open.
A demon stalked from the shadows and into the streetlights, a wicked thing to behold with glossy black, armored flesh. It was spiked with long, cruel talons and horns and a barbed tail. Thick, corded muscles flexed aggressively, and sharp fangs filled its evil grin. It had no words for her but needed none. It was a creature that reeked of death and had come for hers. There would be no reasoning.
She had faced demons in the Abyss, but she had been filled to the brink with Barbades' holy wrath. Now, His power mingled incompletely with her own. She didn't know if she was strong enough, and the demon laughed at her fear. Suddenly, it rushed at her, talons biting into her flesh as she parried a killing blow. She cried out in pain, but the elf gritted her teeth as she used its proximity to her advantage. Her free hand struck out toward the creature, and she called, "Tya'ra tel' taurnin!" She bled, but the beast reeled back with a cry of its own. Its flesh cracked beneath her touch, sickly-looking blood hissing against the cold of the night.
"Tampa..." she whispered in a plea, but the demon would not stop at her will. It watched and stalked her from a distance, which gave the cleric time to call upon another malediction. "Barbades, He who watches over us in Murcaste, send this demon back to the Abyss. Use me as Your conduit to strike this evil down. To You I utter this holy word..." As the word fell from her lips, her back arched in a spasm, her head flung back as divine power flooded through her and out. At her invocation, power erupted, and the demon screeched in pain. Its body hissed in the winter air, but it was not yet dead. Panic skittered across its hateful gaze, quickly deciding between the instinct-driven fight or flight.
But wounds had angered the creature, and the fragment still held a dark lure. If it could wrest the fragment from the cleric, it could draw upon the power and surely defeat the elf. She was weak and wounded and soft enough to cut down.
The moment of indecision was its downfall. Hazy-eyed and injured from the holy blast, it didn't see Asha rushing upon the creature. Filled with the strength of her God, she struck true, the blessed instrument caving in the demon's head. With a gurgling shriek, it was all over, and the collapsing body turned to ash as life fled.
Her hands shook, and the flail dropped to the ground. It had only been a matter of minutes, but it felt ages longer. Trembling, she dropped to her knees and took a moment to calm herself. "Forgive me," she said in a breathless whisper. Taking a calming breath, she began the task of assessing her injuries.