((Continuation from Prompt: The More They Stay The Same))
The pounding pressure against her mind was completely gone.
She felt wildly giddy, but at the same time, ready to run to the edge of the island and heave her stomach over the side.
It was over.
And Mother Tree! She could go to her homeland. To her home in the Reach. To her family on the Jester airship.
But before she went home, she would return to the golden Exalted city. They could help teach her to heal others and be strong.
Mordremoth was dead. He would never be able to use her again.
No one else would, either.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Prompt: The More They Stay The Same
((Continuation from Prompt: The More Things Change...))
Caedyn felt a supporting hand on her shoulder as she swayed, taking off her helmet. She was about to sally a joke with the charr at her side when her attention was caught by the green and purple sylvari doubled over in sobs. “Bear's balls, Zaree hurt?”
Even as the words left her mouth, Zaree and one of her brethren embraced with a laugh.
“Quite the opposite,” Callista assured her. “Mordremoth was telling her people they would die when he did.”
“Shit storms. I missed that intel. Shoulda kicked him in the nuts while I had the chance.”
Caedyn felt a supporting hand on her shoulder as she swayed, taking off her helmet. She was about to sally a joke with the charr at her side when her attention was caught by the green and purple sylvari doubled over in sobs. “Bear's balls, Zaree hurt?”
Even as the words left her mouth, Zaree and one of her brethren embraced with a laugh.
“Quite the opposite,” Callista assured her. “Mordremoth was telling her people they would die when he did.”
“Shit storms. I missed that intel. Shoulda kicked him in the nuts while I had the chance.”
Prompt: The More Things Change...
((Continuation from Prompt: Salt))
She looked around. A sense of relief washed through her siblings within the range of her empathy. Many tinged with shock to be alive.
“It's over, sister.” Her brother smiled, though she could feel a similar tempest swirling through him.
She clasped his hands, wanting to agree but unable to form the words. She pulled him into a hug. Relieved to feel her family, able to touch them, able to carry on despite their makers threats.
She felt a similar joy in her brother as they embraced, blooming against each other until they couldn't help but release it in laughter.
She looked around. A sense of relief washed through her siblings within the range of her empathy. Many tinged with shock to be alive.
“It's over, sister.” Her brother smiled, though she could feel a similar tempest swirling through him.
She clasped his hands, wanting to agree but unable to form the words. She pulled him into a hug. Relieved to feel her family, able to touch them, able to carry on despite their makers threats.
She felt a similar joy in her brother as they embraced, blooming against each other until they couldn't help but release it in laughter.
Prompt: Salt
((Continuation from Prompt: You Have to Fall to Fly))
“Wyvern onna north!”
Caedyn’s leg throbbed and sweat stung her eyes as she landed hard, having to veer her final approach on the island to avoid the acid of a wyvern. Not for the first time did she envy Callista’s natural agility, silently asking Leopard why she could only ever borrow those abilities on brief loan.
Stingy stinkin’ Spirits.
At least the chopper’s load was being put to use as Mordremoth attempted to consume the neighboring island. Caedyn let her glider collapse as she pulled out her longbow.
“Squadron, get yer-”
Her words were cut short by the dragon's scream.
“Wyvern onna north!”
Caedyn’s leg throbbed and sweat stung her eyes as she landed hard, having to veer her final approach on the island to avoid the acid of a wyvern. Not for the first time did she envy Callista’s natural agility, silently asking Leopard why she could only ever borrow those abilities on brief loan.
Stingy stinkin’ Spirits.
At least the chopper’s load was being put to use as Mordremoth attempted to consume the neighboring island. Caedyn let her glider collapse as she pulled out her longbow.
“Squadron, get yer-”
Her words were cut short by the dragon's scream.
Prompt: You Have to Fall to Fly
((Continuation from Prompt: Curmudgeonly))
“Incoming!”
Even with Callista's warning, Zaree shrieked as the island rocked under her feet. Mordremoth brushed against the floating rock, his massive eye greedily eyeing the ley energy weaving through the ground. His voice echoed in her head as she stood in his shadow.
You are nothing. Submit to me, and serve!
Distantly, she heard Callista's command to get to mortars of a crashed chopper. She pushed the dragon's words aside to leap off the platform, unfurling the leaves of her glider to catch the wind and follow the forces.
She wasn't going to let him devour any more islands!
“Incoming!”
Even with Callista's warning, Zaree shrieked as the island rocked under her feet. Mordremoth brushed against the floating rock, his massive eye greedily eyeing the ley energy weaving through the ground. His voice echoed in her head as she stood in his shadow.
You are nothing. Submit to me, and serve!
Distantly, she heard Callista's command to get to mortars of a crashed chopper. She pushed the dragon's words aside to leap off the platform, unfurling the leaves of her glider to catch the wind and follow the forces.
She wasn't going to let him devour any more islands!
Prompt: Curmudgeonly
((Continuation from Prompt: Silent Curses))
She felt old maneuvering with a bum leg.
Older still to see in all her time getting to the launch pad, no choppers had moved and the group of officers was arguing like early Pact days. All complaints about a lack of progress, but no one had ideas for a better strategy.
“We’re not going to have any choppers left if we keep going in. ”
“Aye, but we're on tha’ right path iffin the numbers of Mordrem be anythin’ ta go by,” she glanced around to spot some of the restless pilots. “We buyin’ time fer tha’ Commander!"
She felt old maneuvering with a bum leg.
Older still to see in all her time getting to the launch pad, no choppers had moved and the group of officers was arguing like early Pact days. All complaints about a lack of progress, but no one had ideas for a better strategy.
“We’re not going to have any choppers left if we keep going in. ”
“Aye, but we're on tha’ right path iffin the numbers of Mordrem be anythin’ ta go by,” she glanced around to spot some of the restless pilots. “We buyin’ time fer tha’ Commander!"
Prompt: Silent Curses
((Continuation from Prompt: Drowning))
Did you have to wash your mouth out with soap after you died?
Maybe it didn't count if you only thought the words.
But maybe it did count if the bad guy you thought the words at could hear your thoughts.
Did it still count if he really deserves it?
Especially if he really, really, REALLY, deserves ever so many of all the bad words ever said?
She should have asked mommy Diana about that.
Did you have to wash your mouth out with soap after you died?
Maybe it didn't count if you only thought the words.
But maybe it did count if the bad guy you thought the words at could hear your thoughts.
Did it still count if he really deserves it?
Especially if he really, really, REALLY, deserves ever so many of all the bad words ever said?
She should have asked mommy Diana about that.
Prompt: Drowning
((Continuation from Prompt: Voices))
“Leopard’s Litter Box,” Caedyn swore under her breath and let her bowstring slacken. The battles on the islands were out of range.
She’d been defending the cliffside where the main forces had launched into the final assault on Mordremoth. The main attack was getting the dragon’s attention if the dwindling enemies on the mainland were anything to go by. The norn captain had broken from her defense position to see how the dragon match was doing.
Not very well at the moment. The choppers supplying ammunition were barely getting through the winds, let alone Mordremoth's attacks.
“Leopard’s Litter Box,” Caedyn swore under her breath and let her bowstring slacken. The battles on the islands were out of range.
She’d been defending the cliffside where the main forces had launched into the final assault on Mordremoth. The main attack was getting the dragon’s attention if the dwindling enemies on the mainland were anything to go by. The norn captain had broken from her defense position to see how the dragon match was doing.
Not very well at the moment. The choppers supplying ammunition were barely getting through the winds, let alone Mordremoth's attacks.
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