The Wandering Path

[Tismri]

Serena's time catching up with her mother was interrupted by KiNok rushing back into the tavern screaming about slavers. She was surprised at such an accusation, especially from one young enough to not remember a time before slavery was outlawed. Perhaps the disgusting trading of humans was not quite as stamped out as they thought? That was a troubling idea, but she didn't have much time to contemplate it as the windows suddenly exploded. The sharp glass and other shrapnel bounced harmlessly off her wards. She nodded at her mother's instructions and drew her sword while preparing to call upon her magic. Her book she held protectively against her body, trying to ensure the least amount of damage to it as possible.
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Outside the tavern, Kailah admired her handywork. She was not as adept with using fire as she was with lightning, but she did well enough to achieve her desired effect. This pathetic human village was doing little to put up a resistance at the moment, mostly due to the surprise attack. Men grew arrogant with the Varden's defeat of Galbatorx, and they believed nothing could harm them. Similar sentiments were growing from Katriana's army already. When one side or the other emerged the victor, she knew her time would come. They would be weakened, and with persuasion, Kailah knew she could recruit her kin to join her cause and claim the world as her own. She just needed patience, as she exercised now while watching her so-called allies rush upon the tavern.

[kinok]

His new master could say all she wanted. KiNok had in his life seen people taken against there will in caged wagons. If not slavers, what? Shades it would seem. With enough sense to know better KiNok stumbled through a doorway to a back room muttering. "I cant believe I wasted good coin only to be sober" In the back he would purge his body so he was somewhat capable of fighting. "I have never killed anyone a day in my life!" The young human mage declared as he came back into the room. "I don't know if I can" He would have to learn pretty fast.

He would have to find his courage. And seeing all the scared villages helped steel his heart and stir fire in his blood. "All these people.... I will kill if I have to. To protect and preserve life" Kinok said lowly. But was a start. Taking out his grimoire with a gloved hand unchanged by the magic he would use on himself in the future KiNok started to prepare some nasty spells for any hostile people or creatures that would try to enter and harm the villagers cowering around.

[Trinn]

Meera scowled at Kinok. "Consider this an acceptance test!" She shouted towards him. But those were the only words she had time to say. The door croaked and then burst open, allowing a hoard of various creatures to spill through. Tumbling in through the windows they came in as well. Dwarves, elves, urgals, humans, even a shade or two; they all came in upon them. Meera quickly set to work.

The shards of glass that had been blown apart from the windows now rose from the ground, pulled by an invisible hand. The glistening fragments swirled into action. They swarmed towards the enemy, delivering fatal blows. A piece of glass sliced through the throat of an urgal, while another took an elf straight through the eye and out the back of his head. The hundreds of glass shards took down the first wave, but Meera knew there would be more.