Garen usually loved the 6 day festival. It was a time when his people were at ease. For him however, it was just another day, another mission fighting off the Republican Glorinstine forces. In the mountains of the northern reaches of Uleth, he was tasked by the king to root out enemies hiding in an area that recon forces had reported to be an ammo cache. If the reports of an ammo cache were true, his force was to destroy then retreat before Glorinst reinforcements came.
A bullet from an enemy sniper pinning them down pinged off his left pauldron as he dashed to cover further up the mountain. A fire-ball arched over his head towards where the enemy sniper might've been, and erupted just behind some rock cover. Three bodies were tossed over the rocks and tumbled down-hill a ways before stopping, still blazing a-fire. That old man deserved a promotion.
His team consisted of a medic, two shield-barers, who held large thick shields to withstand attacks from arrows, bullets, and even moderately sized fireballs. The other two were a female sniper and the aforementioned old man who was an elemental mage. The last two were both father and daughter. And Garen of course.
Garen and the old mage named Devas moved up behind the shield-barers while sniper covered them.
Six men armed with swords and axes leapt over another rocky cover and charged them. A sharp bang, and one of them fell to the sniper, tumbling into the man next to him, both sprawling on the ground. Just before they reached the shields, Garen leapt out from the right and beheaded two of them with one swift, powerful swing. The shield barer on the left reach around with his axe and took one with a sword in his side. Garen then drove his sword through the back of the last one standing.
The final man was the one who was felled by his dead companion. Devas threw a small fire-ball at him and it hit square him in the face. What was left of it was too gruesome to describe. They returned to their formation and proceeded up the mountain. They arrived at the cave on their map and Garen dispatched the two guards.
Garen left the group outside the cave to guard the entrance and ventured inside.
The cave was surprisingly deep, not to mention deserted. With his back against the wall, he slid around corners, sword at the ready in case of attack. After three minutes of slithering around corners, he heard voices,
"Yes mistress, the diversions are working" a nasally voice said.
"Splendid, you have done well my servant" Responded an alluring voice.
Garen peaked around the corner and saw a dark shrine to the empress Kith. In front of it, kneeling one the ground, was a slender figure clothed in a black robe.
The moment Garen poked his head around the corner the black clothed man hissed and spun to face him revealing a hideously disfigured face, pale and pruney. Like the way a person's toes look after bathing for too long. It's gloved hand raised holding a spell tome and before Garen could react, threw a ball of fire at him. Garen pulled his head back around just in time to dodge the fiery projectile. Looking at the wall opposite him where the fire-ball had landed, he noticed sparks crawling along the wall down the passage the opposite direction from where he had came. He looked back towards the shrine and the dark-robed man-thing had disappeared.
He looked back to the wall. It was a fuse, probably leading to the cache.
Garen bolted back the way he had come. When he turned the last corner and the mouth of the cave was in sight, a large explosion erupted from deep within the mountain. He was almost out of the cave, until a rock fell from the ceiling and landed on his skull, knocking him out cold.
He came to hunched over on his horse. One of the shield-barers rode up next to him and said "Don't worry my lord, you just took a hit to the head from the cave-in. We'll be back in Tibarn soon. Just rest, Devas is taking care of things."
And with that he dozed off again.
A bullet from an enemy sniper pinning them down pinged off his left pauldron as he dashed to cover further up the mountain. A fire-ball arched over his head towards where the enemy sniper might've been, and erupted just behind some rock cover. Three bodies were tossed over the rocks and tumbled down-hill a ways before stopping, still blazing a-fire. That old man deserved a promotion.
His team consisted of a medic, two shield-barers, who held large thick shields to withstand attacks from arrows, bullets, and even moderately sized fireballs. The other two were a female sniper and the aforementioned old man who was an elemental mage. The last two were both father and daughter. And Garen of course.
Garen and the old mage named Devas moved up behind the shield-barers while sniper covered them.
Six men armed with swords and axes leapt over another rocky cover and charged them. A sharp bang, and one of them fell to the sniper, tumbling into the man next to him, both sprawling on the ground. Just before they reached the shields, Garen leapt out from the right and beheaded two of them with one swift, powerful swing. The shield barer on the left reach around with his axe and took one with a sword in his side. Garen then drove his sword through the back of the last one standing.
The final man was the one who was felled by his dead companion. Devas threw a small fire-ball at him and it hit square him in the face. What was left of it was too gruesome to describe. They returned to their formation and proceeded up the mountain. They arrived at the cave on their map and Garen dispatched the two guards.
Garen left the group outside the cave to guard the entrance and ventured inside.
The cave was surprisingly deep, not to mention deserted. With his back against the wall, he slid around corners, sword at the ready in case of attack. After three minutes of slithering around corners, he heard voices,
"Yes mistress, the diversions are working" a nasally voice said.
"Splendid, you have done well my servant" Responded an alluring voice.
Garen peaked around the corner and saw a dark shrine to the empress Kith. In front of it, kneeling one the ground, was a slender figure clothed in a black robe.
The moment Garen poked his head around the corner the black clothed man hissed and spun to face him revealing a hideously disfigured face, pale and pruney. Like the way a person's toes look after bathing for too long. It's gloved hand raised holding a spell tome and before Garen could react, threw a ball of fire at him. Garen pulled his head back around just in time to dodge the fiery projectile. Looking at the wall opposite him where the fire-ball had landed, he noticed sparks crawling along the wall down the passage the opposite direction from where he had came. He looked back towards the shrine and the dark-robed man-thing had disappeared.
He looked back to the wall. It was a fuse, probably leading to the cache.
Garen bolted back the way he had come. When he turned the last corner and the mouth of the cave was in sight, a large explosion erupted from deep within the mountain. He was almost out of the cave, until a rock fell from the ceiling and landed on his skull, knocking him out cold.
He came to hunched over on his horse. One of the shield-barers rode up next to him and said "Don't worry my lord, you just took a hit to the head from the cave-in. We'll be back in Tibarn soon. Just rest, Devas is taking care of things."
And with that he dozed off again.
TL;DR
Basically Garen and a squad were up in the mountains on the northern coast and Garen discovered a Dark Mage conversing with someone through a shrine, probably Kith. He took a hit to the head on the way out of a cave-in and will be in the ward in Tibarn for a day or two.
