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Talon jerked back in surprise as he heard Madeline’s voice reaching out to him through the strange sphere that the monks were channeling their focus into. He had little time to truly delve into the mystery that presented itself as the spirit of the woman announced the arrival of something far more devious. Shadows danced and with a shrill shriek of pain, it made itself known. Talon’s eyes went wide as he beheld it. The memory of the previous winter had the Avialae going rigid. Had he not seen something similar to this? Had he not gone toe-to-toe with a creature just as vile and terrible?
He remembered that night vividly. He could still feel in his bones just how close to death he had been when he had faced down that terrible Archwraith from that bitter winter. So many lives had been lost in the defense of the city from that attack. It had been terrible and terrifying. Talon himself had nearly been killed as he and his companion at the time faced off against the wicked creature. It had been a thing of absolute torment and nightmares, wielding eldritch flames that burned the body and bound the soul to its service. He and Riven had battled it but in the end...they never managed to defeat it. It had vanished following the events of that night, chased back into the Warrens as the forces of Kalzasi turned the tide against foes that crept up from the deep reaches. He shivered, the feathers of his wings fluffing up as his nerves were on edge.
Talon had a decision to make. His instincts were telling him that if they could just find the final dragonshard and activate the monolith, perhaps that would even the odds against this terrible creature. As he looked at the gathered however, he knew that he was among the most able bodied defenders in the group. Lyra was powerful, of all those present he knew that she was among those most capable of dealing with undead threats. But against something so violent? Her work was best applied when given time to prepare. He knew nothing of the Orkhan’s skills and he knew even less about Hyoga’s save for the fact that he seemed a ready fighter. No, there was truly only one course of action. He took a deep breath and gripped his emotions tightly. Reaching out across his bond he mentally threaded his fingers with that of his Companion.
Please, guard me from its dark influence. I need your help, Aoren.
He felt a firm and resounding acknowledgement. The bond between them felt as strong as it could be in that instance. That was all he could ask for. He had to believe it would be enough to throw off any sort of mental assault the creature attacked him with.
“Find the last dragonshard! Lyra, if you are going to try anything with the monolith, I urge you to do it fast! I will hold it off for as long as I can!” With that, Talon gripped his sword tightly. He had perhaps two more hits with it before the anchor woven around the blade dissipated and the necromantic power to attack spirits went with it. Talon sprinted forward spreading his wings and taking flight. He opened himself up to the Aether Flux, setting his sights on the space right before the Wraith of Torment. With a flick of his thoughts he easily brought the flow of his own movements into synchronous flow with that of the flux in that space. The result had him barreling forward through the air, sword raised and ready to strike. He made no ferocious battlecry. He did not try to flag its attention but rather moved swiftly and with a focus attempting to catch the monstrosity off guard. As he moved, Talon set the Aether Flux in motion around his body creating a rippling field of disruption in the flux to ward off things thrown his way.
When he neared he swung mightily, determined to keep this thing’s attention so that the others might figure out a way to purge this area of the dark powers that haunted it.
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He remembered that night vividly. He could still feel in his bones just how close to death he had been when he had faced down that terrible Archwraith from that bitter winter. So many lives had been lost in the defense of the city from that attack. It had been terrible and terrifying. Talon himself had nearly been killed as he and his companion at the time faced off against the wicked creature. It had been a thing of absolute torment and nightmares, wielding eldritch flames that burned the body and bound the soul to its service. He and Riven had battled it but in the end...they never managed to defeat it. It had vanished following the events of that night, chased back into the Warrens as the forces of Kalzasi turned the tide against foes that crept up from the deep reaches. He shivered, the feathers of his wings fluffing up as his nerves were on edge.
Talon had a decision to make. His instincts were telling him that if they could just find the final dragonshard and activate the monolith, perhaps that would even the odds against this terrible creature. As he looked at the gathered however, he knew that he was among the most able bodied defenders in the group. Lyra was powerful, of all those present he knew that she was among those most capable of dealing with undead threats. But against something so violent? Her work was best applied when given time to prepare. He knew nothing of the Orkhan’s skills and he knew even less about Hyoga’s save for the fact that he seemed a ready fighter. No, there was truly only one course of action. He took a deep breath and gripped his emotions tightly. Reaching out across his bond he mentally threaded his fingers with that of his Companion.
Please, guard me from its dark influence. I need your help, Aoren.
He felt a firm and resounding acknowledgement. The bond between them felt as strong as it could be in that instance. That was all he could ask for. He had to believe it would be enough to throw off any sort of mental assault the creature attacked him with.
“Find the last dragonshard! Lyra, if you are going to try anything with the monolith, I urge you to do it fast! I will hold it off for as long as I can!” With that, Talon gripped his sword tightly. He had perhaps two more hits with it before the anchor woven around the blade dissipated and the necromantic power to attack spirits went with it. Talon sprinted forward spreading his wings and taking flight. He opened himself up to the Aether Flux, setting his sights on the space right before the Wraith of Torment. With a flick of his thoughts he easily brought the flow of his own movements into synchronous flow with that of the flux in that space. The result had him barreling forward through the air, sword raised and ready to strike. He made no ferocious battlecry. He did not try to flag its attention but rather moved swiftly and with a focus attempting to catch the monstrosity off guard. As he moved, Talon set the Aether Flux in motion around his body creating a rippling field of disruption in the flux to ward off things thrown his way.
When he neared he swung mightily, determined to keep this thing’s attention so that the others might figure out a way to purge this area of the dark powers that haunted it.
"First Son of House Novalys"
