Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25242640-20140808001210/@comment-25280555-20140901155148

((See, NOW i have to do a wall of text to catch up bc you people insist on posting when i'm asleep. XD))

-Fi'ra stayed quiet as Re'van transformed and ran out into the field of battle. Peeking out from behind the wall, she spoke to Erolith- Well...Fi'ra sees a line has been drawn in the sand between our group and the cultists'.... -Erolith peeked out as well, watching on as Re'van slaughterd the extremly confused people in his way. Fi'ra pulled out another arrow, nocking it and scanning the battlefield for hostiles- Fi'ra is going to stay here and pick off targets. You can go on ahead.

-Erolith hesitated, and when he spoke he sounded uncertain, "Right..." Fi'ra looked back at him- You sound troubled, Erolith. What are you thinking about? -Erolith held her glance for a second before looking around at the war with that same glint in his eye. "This....chaos...do you really think my absense caused it?" Fi'ra nodded.- It would make sence. What is darkness to do without someone to hold it back? Someone to occupy it with little murders now and then...

-her expression grew a tad worried- Can you still control it? -Erolith looked to the field again, and when Fi'ra followed his gaze she saw a stray cultist on her knees, hands up to her throat and a panicked look on her face. She fell down a moment later, lifeless. Erolith smirked and replied, "Apparantly so...wait, can you?" Fi'ra's eyes widend, she hadn't thought about that before. She picked a random cultist in the group, and orderd the darkness to kill him. Sure enough, he suffered the same fate as his companion, falling to the ground as the life left his body. Fi'ra felt that familiar tingle of pleasure, and hid back behind the wall. Erolith followed suit, continuing. "I still don't understand how the darkness could have caused this...we know it's powerfull, but I'd never imagine it could start a war." Fi'ra shrugged and sighed.- This one supposes we will find out in time...

-As Re'van adressed the group, Fi'ra took the time to observe her surroundings again. Suddenly, she stood up and aimed her bow near the Atmoran group. Members flinched, but the arrow flew past their heads by a few feet. Fi'ra noticed the archers in the group aiming at her, but they halted when the arrow Fi'ra had shot landed in the face of a straggling cultist, attempting a sneak attack. The archers lowerd their bows, and quickly raised them back up, aiming behind their group. An Ayleid had appeared behind the wounded cultist, and promptly slit his throat with one of his two ebony daggers. Erolith grinned and sheathed his weapons, giving the Atmorians a wide berth as he went to join Fi'ra again. Fi'ra smiled slyly at the confused warriors and waved.- A sharpshooter and a stealthy Ayleid wouldn't be bad to have on your side, either.

Fi'ra