Violet jumps back out of the path of the last [Icicle Lance] spell the robed, scythe wielding caster had launched her way. The caster had managed to graze her armor with the first one in the triple-casted volley, and she’d caught the second on her shield and deflected it. All in all she came out relatively unscathed. The screams she heard from behind her are proof that even if she can dodge them, her party’s ranger very much can’t, and she winces at the thought of one of those things hitting her.
“I’ll heal him! Vi, Max, put some pressure on that damned caster and the elf!” John shouts from somewhere behind Violet, and she doesn’t waste time following the orders of the party leader and cleric.
“John, that caster… It’s an undead…” Comes Jay, the party wizard, in a very distraught tone.
“I know… It’s probably the same one that killed Kaz’s group.” John responds almost immediately.
That strikes Violet as interesting. Wasn’t Kaz’s group killed by an undead giant, not a caster? Violet says internally as the caster launches another [Icicle Lance]. This time, she sees it’s aiming for Max, who slides underneath it and stands up in a sprint as it passes.
Violet herself hasn’t slowed down in the slightest, and is still running up the small hill as fast as she can in her heavy armor and tower shield. Violet’s eyes catch on the elf by the caster’s side, clearly acting as a bodyguard, and Violet can tell just from her aura that she’s at least on par with herself or Kaz in a swordfight.
“Max, be careful with the-” Violet tries to warn Max, but is cut off.
“With the elf-slut, I know!” Max shouts, and draws his two shortswords as he gets within forty feet of the caster and its bodyguard.
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Violet hears Jay shout a warning for his signature spell, the 5th tier [Flamecannon], and can’t help but let out a smirk as she sees the stream of fire lance over her head towards the caster. The smirk quickly disappears from her face as the caster simply holds out its free hand, and shouts.
“[Dispel!]” With that single word, the [Flamecannon] dissipates harmlessly in the air twenty feet from its target.
Violet curses at herself for being so arrogant. Fuck! This monster is strong enough to command that entire fucking army of skeletons, of course that one spell wasn’t going to even phase it! As she chides herself, she sees Max enter melee range of the caster- Or what would’ve been melee range of the caster, if the elf in the body-suit didn’t intercept his right-hand’s sword with her own bastard sword faster than Violet’s eyes could track. Violet eyes the melee for a few seconds, and can tell that Max is losing badly, as he’s given up on his dual-wielding and is backpedaling while defending with his single remaining arming sword.
“Max, switch with me-” Violet feels an impact in her abdomen and is swept off her feet. She feels a bit of blood fly out of her now very numb mouth-she bit her tongue from the sudden shock. She rolls on the ground once, but manages to catch herself from rolling down the hill with her longsword. She looks down at the gaping hole in her plate armor around her stomach, and the bloodier hole past that. She feels the heat of another [Flamecannon] flying over her head, but when she looks up to see what the caster had done to hit her in the stomach, all she sees is a scythe’s blade coming straight at her neck.
You have died!
As a result of your pact, Chosen of the Redeemer, you would ordinarily be transferred to Eternia as a [Pure Soul] in the God of Redemption’s realm, however, because of your curses, Vow of ChastityVowbreaker and Oath of DevotionOathbreaker, you will instead be transferred to the God of Torture and Suffering’s realm as a [Tortured One].
Goodbye.
[System Error-Exception Found In Soul Transfer Procedure; Your soul has instead been consumed by pactbound individuals [Error] and Sera[Error][Error][Error] via the Curse Eater spell-like ability. Goodbye.]
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Princess Marietta awoke in the night in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. It had been over six years since her Bearer of Prophecy title had activated while she was sleeping, and over two since it had activated at all.