Bayne crouched low behind the small table, his eyes narrowed on the hulking Daemon before him. A true creature of the abyss, the conjuration of evil made flesh stood a full twelve feet high, it's leathery wings spanning the entire room; a makeshift bed-sit of some sort, now nothing but a sanctuary defiled.
All of this could not prepare the beast for what was about to come however, Bayne knew. Althalus moved forward from the wall, his sleek elven form pressed almost to the floor. Behind him trailed Bayne's mentor Kal, warfork at the ready and even from here Bayne could just about see the dwarf Ben, short enough to not have to crouch, silently preparing a spell.
Reaching down slowly and carefully, Bayne picked up his own weapon, a long slender bow of elven design and with equal care notched a barbed ebony arrow. Holding the bow out horizontally away from himself, the ranger pulled back the string and took aim, his lips twisting into a silent snarl.
In an instant the room erupted into chaos. Bayne loosed his arrow at the creature, quickly darting forward whilst notching and firing another, the cruel thumping sounds of arrowhead tearing through Daemon flesh the only indication he needed of the shots' success. At the same moment Althalus and Kal tore into the creature from behind, Althalus's poisoned blade cutting deep into the beast's side and Kal's warfork leaving a terrible, mortal gash across its back. Black ichor sprayed out across the attacking light company and the massive Daemon roared in agony. The cry was short lived however, with a gruff dwarven curse, Ben Radau stepped forward from the shadows, his mouth moving in eerie chant. A massive explosion shook the room, knocking the ranger back against the wall and sending Alth and kal scattering for cover.
When the dust cleared Bayne could see the Daemon had been dropped, it’s corpse still smouldering from whatever destructive spell Ben had killed it with, its spirit banished eternally to the abyss. The Dwarf stood forward, a huge grin on his soot-stained face, “Took meh bloody eyebrows off!”
he spoke, his voice as coarse as the dungeon floor beneath them, chubby hands gesturing to the black patches above each eye socket with a roaring laugh. Sharing a chuckle the four stealthers nodded to each other before darting back into the shadows, ready for whatever other monstrosities lurked the foul dungeon Hythloth...Scout Training 20/1/06 20:00 GMT - Attending:Althalus - Senior Scout (Leader)
Kal Shadowhand - Officer Cadet
Bayne - Watchman
Ben Radau - Watchman
Senior Scout Althalus decided upon a training dedicated to the light company and any prospects in the lower ranks of the Covian Army. Lining up outside the barracks, Watchman Ben opened a gate to the dungeon of Hythloth where we were to train.
Making our way hidden into the dungeon we got warmed up on some lesser creatures such as gargoyles, before moving deeper into the labryinth to engage the foul beasts known only as daemons.
Organising the attack in our whispering circle we silently approached the creature.
For all it's immortal existence in the chaos of the abyss the stupid blighter didn't suspect a thing! As one we attacked, dropping it in seconds.
After a few of the filthy things we headed back to the barracks, dropping our collected wealth for the good use of Cove.
A grand training, important lessons learned were that a combined attack from the shadows can be crippling on any enemy or formation if done correctly! Also it is vital to give cover to any of your comrades who get spotted as so they can get away.
Signed,
Bayne, watchman and Ranger of the Covian Army.
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