Esha slammed the heavy iron door shut behind her, ignoring the shouts echoing down the corridor. Her axe dripped blood on the cold marble floor as she shoved her way past a pair of startled Tevinter guards, teeth bared in a feral grin. Chains rattled at her wrists, her supposed 'restraints', but sparks of necrotic energy crackled between her fingers, burning glyphs into the stone as she moved. From the courtyard beyond, a bell began to toll, shrill and panicked. Esha ducked her horned head beneath an archway and pressed her back to a blood-spattered pillar. Somewhere above, a magister’s voice roared orders, promising death for any who aided her escape. The air stank of fear, sweat, and burnt lyrium. Esha’s breath came quick, her heart pounding from the fight and from the thrill of being alive, even if half the city seemed bent on her recapture. Somewhere in the chaos, she heard the subtle whistle, Crow code, signaling the next move. Grinning wider, she wiped blood from her jaw and readied herself to break through the guards flooding into the courtyard.
Campaign
Esha's grin widens as she spits blood off to the side. With some effort, she swings her ax and tosses her shield as a boomerang between some Tevinter slavers
Esha’s grin stretched wider as she spat blood to the side. With a fierce swing, her axe sliced through the air, forcing one guard to stumble backward. Then, she hurled her shield like a boomerang, sending it spinning through the ranks of the incoming Tevinter slavers. It struck one in the head with a dull thud, dropping him instantly, before ricocheting back into her waiting hand. The remaining guards faltered, their formation shattered by her sudden, brutal assault.
Silence your pathetic whinging!
"To me! All of you! Surround her! Do not kill her, you fools! I want her alive! Bring that witch to me, and I will personally see her broken!"
The Magister's voice, raw with fury, tore through the courtyard. Esha watched the remaining guards, their faces flickering between fear and renewed resolve. They gripped their weapons tighter, eyes locked on her with desperate determination. The air thrummed with the shift; the brief chaos gave way to a focused, if frightened, advance.
"Silence your pathetic whinging! To me! All of you! Surround her! Do not kill her, you fools! I want her alive! Bring that witch to me, and I will personally see her broken!"
Esha charges forward and strikes with her axe and shield. Scanning in between enemies for her fellow Crow. She whistles back, a message of where she is and her condition.
Esha surged ahead, her axe and shield moving in a relentless dance as she tore through the ranks of Tevinter guards. Her eyes darted over their frantic faces, searching for any hint of recognition, any sign of a Crow ally. Amid the clash of steel and shouted commands, she released a sharp, piercing whistle, marking her position and signaling her readiness.
"Useless curs! Do you hear me? Bring her down! Crush her if you must, but bring me that witch!"
Magister Hadrian's voice, now a guttural roar, cut through the din. His frustration was clear as Esha tore through the guards, untouched by their attacks. The remaining Tevinter soldiers, pushed by his renewed threats, surged forward, trying to close the gap and overwhelm her with sheer numbers.
Esha desperately swings her axe around her as the slavers close in around her.
"You won't take me again, Hadrian!"
She shouts with conviction. She wonders who came to save her? Lucanis? Teia? Another Crow? She just needs to get through all of these slavers first!
Esha swung her axe in wide, brutal arcs, pushing the slavers back with desperate force. Sparks of necrotic energy crackled from her chains, hissing as they scorched the stone beneath her.
"You won't take me again, Hadrian!"
she roared, her voice ringing across the courtyard. Suddenly, a figure dropped from a high archway, landing silently between Esha and the closest Tevinter soldiers. Cloaked in dark, practical leather, the newcomer moved with unnerving grace, a long, curved blade flashing in their hand.
Esha, in the midst of her attacks, nearly strikes the newcomer
Esha swung her axe wildly, the blade cutting the air just inches from the cloaked newcomer's head. It whistled past their ear, sending a few strands of dark hair flying. The newcomer, already locked in combat with a Tevinter guard, spun with fluid precision and deftly parried Esha's errant strike with their curved blade, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.
I deflect your axe with a swift parry, the steel ringing sharply.
"Hold!"
I bark, stepping back to create space. My blade stays ready as I turn to the guards closing in.
"Crow,"
I say, my voice low and clear, a distinct identifier for anyone who might recognize it.
Esha halted, her axe poised mid-swing, eyes locked on the cloaked figure. The word
"Crow"
lingered between them, a sharp command slicing through the courtyard’s chaos. The Tevinter guards wavered, confusion flickering in their gaze as they held their weapons steady. Magister Hadrian, undeterred, unleashed another furious roar, his voice cutting through the noise.
“Enough!”
I bellow, my voice booming across the courtyard, overpowering the clang of steel.
“This insolence ends now! Slay them both! The witch and the rat! Leave no survivors!”
Esha tensed, her gaze flicking between the cloaked Crow and the furious Magister Hadrian. The guards, driven by Hadrian's renewed threats, pressed forward, their numbers still daunting. The clang of armor and the scrape of boots against stone grew louder, heralding their attack. The air crackled with anticipation, a storm of steel and magic about to break.
Esha nods shortly and turns to the slavers behind them, so they're fighting back to back.
"Any chance you can help me get these restraints off?"
As the restraints dull her movements and magic. While her strength could carry her forward, if multiple slavers grabbed the chains, they could potentially put a stop to her fighting once more.
Esha nodded to Kaelen, turning her back to the closing slavers, a risky gesture that held both trust and urgency.
"Can you help me get these restraints off?"
she asked, her voice tight with effort as the metal cuffs bit into her wrists. The chains that once marked her captivity now held her power in check. Around them, Tevinter guards, driven by Hadrian’s rage, advanced swiftly, their weapons catching the faint light.
I glance at the restraints on your wrists, my eyes shifting between the metal and the approaching guards.
"Stand ready,"
I advise, my voice a low growl. My blade stays in hand, poised to intercept any movement toward us.
Esha braced herself, her back pressed against the cold stone as the Tevinter guards closed in. The clang of their armor grew louder, mingling with the harsh rasp of heavy boots scraping the uneven ground. Kaelen's blade stayed steady, a dark slash against the pale, grimy courtyard walls. The air tightened, thick with the promise of violence.
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