along came a stranger
Talon extended a hand to brush his fingers over the scorched holes that were left in what were once eye sockets. The poor man looked as though he had been burned from the inside out, the charred husk that was left was contorted in a rictus of pain and agony. Talon only hoped that, in death, that pain had been relieved. Talon rose to his feet, his wings stretching and relaxing as he came to his full height. He was garbed in the ebony cloth of the Skyforge Raiment. Upon his brow rested the silver circlet that protected his head from most forms of danger. He carried with him his other usual arcane accessories, for before him stretched a jagged mouth of a cave that undoubtedly led down into the Warrens. The reports from the Circle of Spells had reached the ears of House Novalys by way of the Sky Guard. As the patron of the defenders of the city, Talon had taken it upon himself to lend his assistance in handling some of the more dangerously reported creatures.
The whisper of movement skittered across Talon’s senses. In his aetheric vision he caught the swelling of burning power briefly before it came hurtling toward him. Talon did not flinch as he turned to face the mote of fire that was pelted in his direction. It struck him in the chest, the flames wrapping around his body. The heat would have been enough to cause painful scorching on another person’s body but as it stood, Talon merely expanded his wings, allowing the ensuing wind created by the gesture to dissipate the fire as his armor protected him from it. Up from the ground rose wisps of smoke until before him assembled a Wraith of Rage. He was hardly surprised by its appearance. The anger and terror created by this encounter, so close to the Warrens, must have called to it. He merely narrowed his eyes.
“You are not what I am looking for.” He felt the wraith extend its burning influence to him but he merely batted away its attempts at arousing his anger with a flick of his thoughts. Raising a hand, Talon captured the flow of the aether flux within the wraith. He clenched his hand into a fist condensing the flux then rapidly expanding it. The wraith let out an echoing wail before exploding in a cloud of scalding embers. Talon watched as the remnants of the wraith drifted to the ground as dust and ashes. Open as he was to the flow of the aether flux around him, his attention was drawn to more movement. Bigger. Heavier. He turned his head in the direction of the movement.
“Show yourself.”
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Talon crouched low, his fingers brushing over the dirt as he inspected it the ground in front of him. Opening up his senses he observed the traces of aether through eyes other than his mortal ones. Before him was a footprint that was laced with the heat of some infernal realm. It had scorched the earth and charred the life dwelling within the dirt. Though the actual heat of the footprint had faded, Talon could still see it just as clearly as if the creature responsible for it were right in front of him. His gaze passed to the unfortunate souls that had been caught in the path of this creature. They looked to be hunters, perhaps from the Slayer’s Keep or just common folk trying to stock up on wild game ready to be dried out for the coming winter season.
Talon extended a hand to brush his fingers over the scorched holes that were left in what were once eye sockets. The poor man looked as though he had been burned from the inside out, the charred husk that was left was contorted in a rictus of pain and agony. Talon only hoped that, in death, that pain had been relieved. Talon rose to his feet, his wings stretching and relaxing as he came to his full height. He was garbed in the ebony cloth of the Skyforge Raiment. Upon his brow rested the silver circlet that protected his head from most forms of danger. He carried with him his other usual arcane accessories, for before him stretched a jagged mouth of a cave that undoubtedly led down into the Warrens. The reports from the Circle of Spells had reached the ears of House Novalys by way of the Sky Guard. As the patron of the defenders of the city, Talon had taken it upon himself to lend his assistance in handling some of the more dangerously reported creatures.
The whisper of movement skittered across Talon’s senses. In his aetheric vision he caught the swelling of burning power briefly before it came hurtling toward him. Talon did not flinch as he turned to face the mote of fire that was pelted in his direction. It struck him in the chest, the flames wrapping around his body. The heat would have been enough to cause painful scorching on another person’s body but as it stood, Talon merely expanded his wings, allowing the ensuing wind created by the gesture to dissipate the fire as his armor protected him from it. Up from the ground rose wisps of smoke until before him assembled a Wraith of Rage. He was hardly surprised by its appearance. The anger and terror created by this encounter, so close to the Warrens, must have called to it. He merely narrowed his eyes.
“You are not what I am looking for.” He felt the wraith extend its burning influence to him but he merely batted away its attempts at arousing his anger with a flick of his thoughts. Raising a hand, Talon captured the flow of the aether flux within the wraith. He clenched his hand into a fist condensing the flux then rapidly expanding it. The wraith let out an echoing wail before exploding in a cloud of scalding embers. Talon watched as the remnants of the wraith drifted to the ground as dust and ashes. Open as he was to the flow of the aether flux around him, his attention was drawn to more movement. Bigger. Heavier. He turned his head in the direction of the movement.
“Show yourself.”
"I am Justice."