Ak’ka and Everett Versus the World [Event][Private]
Apr 23, 2024 20:50:37 GMT -5
Post by Everett Reykas on Apr 23, 2024 20:50:37 GMT -5
Everett doesn't hear any of Ak'ka's shouts over the wind. And for a moment, he loses sight of everything else. The village, the raiders, even the ground.
Something about the raging storm and untamed gale-force winds all feels so…natural. Any terror a reasonable person in his situation should feel while being at the mercy of the torrent is just absent. It’s all so oddly calming, but he can’t begin to fathom why that is.
That brief moment of ironic serenity is broken as he feels a sharp tug on his leg and he’s sent in an uncontrolled spin. Glancing down, one of the raiders managed to latch onto him again despite being at the mercy of the tornado. They’re bleeding, and the debris picked up by the funnel has done number on them. Still, you don’t make it into the Storm Raiders by going down easy, and this raider was only going to go down if they could at least take the annoying sky mage down with them.
Everett grits his teeth and tries to kick the raider off, but their grip only tightens around his leg as they hurtle through the air. The orc pulls him down and reels back their fist to bash the half-elf’s face in for good.
As Everett stares down the orc’s incoming fist, the drum of his own heartbeat drowns out the roar of the storm.
Something…stirs.
As Ak’ka releases the orc leader and sends him flying into the tornado, there’s a loud rumbling, an almost deep guttural growling different from the sound of the raging wind. The clouds at the top of the funnel take on a strange pale green hue and there are some loud thundering noises even though no lightning is visible.
Suddenly, three large, bulky figures shoot out of the funnel and slam hard into the ground. The two orcs that got scooped up with Everett, and the leader that Ak’ka flung into the whirlwind now lie motionless on the mountain slope.
With their leader and numbers dwindling, some of the raiders are heavily considering if this tiny town of refugees is even worth it at this point. Their moral is definitely starting to wear thin even as the their opponents are near the end of their rope. The locals continue to pelt anyone they can with what few arrows they have left, and many of the horses have run for the hills due to the storm.
Meanwhile, the world spins around and around and around until Everett has no sense of which way is up or down as he’s the only person still airborne in the tornado. The candy’s power, however, is short-lived, and it’s not long before the whirlwind starts to thin and lose its volatility. Gravity takes back over, and Everett feels himself start to fall.
That’s not good.
He tries to reorient himself to the ground, but his vision is still spinning. Luckily for him, his trajectory would put him juuuust within reach of Ak’ka if she chose to spare him from a rather rough landing.
Something about the raging storm and untamed gale-force winds all feels so…natural. Any terror a reasonable person in his situation should feel while being at the mercy of the torrent is just absent. It’s all so oddly calming, but he can’t begin to fathom why that is.
That brief moment of ironic serenity is broken as he feels a sharp tug on his leg and he’s sent in an uncontrolled spin. Glancing down, one of the raiders managed to latch onto him again despite being at the mercy of the tornado. They’re bleeding, and the debris picked up by the funnel has done number on them. Still, you don’t make it into the Storm Raiders by going down easy, and this raider was only going to go down if they could at least take the annoying sky mage down with them.
Everett grits his teeth and tries to kick the raider off, but their grip only tightens around his leg as they hurtle through the air. The orc pulls him down and reels back their fist to bash the half-elf’s face in for good.
As Everett stares down the orc’s incoming fist, the drum of his own heartbeat drowns out the roar of the storm.
Something…stirs.
As Ak’ka releases the orc leader and sends him flying into the tornado, there’s a loud rumbling, an almost deep guttural growling different from the sound of the raging wind. The clouds at the top of the funnel take on a strange pale green hue and there are some loud thundering noises even though no lightning is visible.
Suddenly, three large, bulky figures shoot out of the funnel and slam hard into the ground. The two orcs that got scooped up with Everett, and the leader that Ak’ka flung into the whirlwind now lie motionless on the mountain slope.
With their leader and numbers dwindling, some of the raiders are heavily considering if this tiny town of refugees is even worth it at this point. Their moral is definitely starting to wear thin even as the their opponents are near the end of their rope. The locals continue to pelt anyone they can with what few arrows they have left, and many of the horses have run for the hills due to the storm.
Meanwhile, the world spins around and around and around until Everett has no sense of which way is up or down as he’s the only person still airborne in the tornado. The candy’s power, however, is short-lived, and it’s not long before the whirlwind starts to thin and lose its volatility. Gravity takes back over, and Everett feels himself start to fall.
That’s not good.
He tries to reorient himself to the ground, but his vision is still spinning. Luckily for him, his trajectory would put him juuuust within reach of Ak’ka if she chose to spare him from a rather rough landing.