Name: Pieti Malorou Age: 33 Race: Aven Appearance: Tall and elegant, Pieti is the embodiment of the human view of the Aven. No particular elements separate her from her kind, other than the ceremonious robes she adorns to allow identification amongst her kind by the Aven Elders. Pieti carries the typical outfit and materials associated with a soldier-mage. Background: Although not part of the Elders themselves, thereby lacking the Crown of Holly typically worn by such officials, Pieti dreams of the day where she shall rise from the menial positon of Aura-shaper.
Soaring high above the peaceful fields Trokair, Pieti could see that something was amiss. To his left stood the mighty city of Numendor, home of the human allies. The sun glistened atop the high spires and the belfry, guarded behind the strong walls. To his right however something unusual was moving. The ground appeared to be draped by what initially looked like a black canvas. Focusing his aven eyes at the distance Pieti saw it was an army - an undead army.
Wincing at the sight of the foul legion before her, Pieti paused in mid-flight. Gripping her wooden staff in her hand, Pieti began to recite the summoning chant of her kind. A ball of light streaked across the sky, heralding the arrival of her summons. A Suntail Hawk hovered near her, and in its ear she whispered a message to the Elders regarding the imminent Undead invasion. The hawk took flight, and disappeared from her view only seconds later.
Pieti turned to glare at the undead army, her hatred for the Raised was only matched by her hatred for their ghastly tactics.
The hawk took off in an elegant flight heading straight towards the majestic Numendor. It would surely find the aven keeper there, who'd be able to get hold of the message.
The undead army appeared to be moving slowly but surely and the first sounds of the marching army could be heard.
Pieti broke her glare and examined the ranks of the legion. Surely there would be a Necromancer or such which commanded these foul beings. Swooping, Pieti landed on a rock formation just ahead of the legion. In a booming voice she posed a question.
The army was still far away and out of calling distance. However's Pieti's voice was answered by a whooping arrow coming from the ground below. A scout!
Stepping aside, Pieti glanced at the arrow with a sense of recklessness. Surely the fact that the first shot was fired at her was evidence enough to allow her to eradicate these foul beasts...
However, she had previously been reprieved for such acts, and she was not in such a hurry to get repeated disapprovals for the Aven Elders. Calming her mind, Pieti gazed at the scout from where the arrow was fired. Shifting into a battle stance, Pieti was ready for any move the scout may make.
The sound of the horn echoed down across the vale alarming the marching army of a first danger. Just as soon as the sound had moved off, the scout fell to the floor motionless.
Pieti glanced in the direction of the legion approaching his position. Rising from his defensive position, Pieti hovered inches from the ground. Clicking her beak furiously, Pieti contemplated her next move. Deciding to react to the army's movements, Pieti perched upon a rock formation.
The army moved slowly and inexorably towards Numendor. It appeared like an uncontainable black wave.
The city-fortress appeared to be making its preparations for war, as archers moved towards the highest spires and the armor of soldiers glistened reflected by the morning sun.
Pieti shaded her eyes from the bright glare of the imminent forces and cursed. Would it be possible to slow the army's advance, waiting for the messenger to return with the Aven Elders and reinforcements.
Weighing up his options, Pieti went for the choice which result in rotten undead flesh being ripped apart in his talons.
Pieti thumbed a Piety Charm, feeling energy flowing through his veins. Screaming a battle screech, Pieti swooped into combat.
Age: 33
Race: Aven
Appearance: Tall and elegant, Pieti is the embodiment of the human view of the Aven. No particular elements separate her from her kind, other than the ceremonious robes she adorns to allow identification amongst her kind by the Aven Elders. Pieti carries the typical outfit and materials associated with a soldier-mage.
Background: Although not part of the Elders themselves, thereby lacking the Crown of Holly typically worn by such officials, Pieti dreams of the day where she shall rise from the menial positon of Aura-shaper.
Current mana: W
Spells used: Suntail hawk, Burst of energy, Hundred-talon Strike
Soaring high above the peaceful fields Trokair, Pieti could see that something was amiss. To his left stood the mighty city of Numendor, home of the human allies. The sun glistened atop the high spires and the belfry, guarded behind the strong walls. To his right however something unusual was moving. The ground appeared to be draped by what initially looked like a black canvas. Focusing his aven eyes at the distance Pieti saw it was an army - an undead army.
Someone had to raise the alarm!
Pieti turned to glare at the undead army, her hatred for the Raised was only matched by her hatred for their ghastly tactics.
The undead army appeared to be moving slowly but surely and the first sounds of the marching army could be heard.
"Who dares send you to these lands, foul beasts?"
However, she had previously been reprieved for such acts, and she was not in such a hurry to get repeated disapprovals for the Aven Elders. Calming her mind, Pieti gazed at the scout from where the arrow was fired. Shifting into a battle stance, Pieti was ready for any move the scout may make.
The arrows closed the gap between her and the scout within seconds, but a Burst of Energy allowed her to weave between the path of the projectiles.
Snarling, Pieti leaped towards the scout.
The scout had now moved the horn up to his lips ready to blow an alarm signal.
Spreading her wings, Pieiti charged the scout, her staff arcing with arcane energies.
Pieiti uttered the sealing word of her charm, and with a blinding light her talons multiplied. Held in front of her, Pieit screeched as she descended.
The city-fortress appeared to be making its preparations for war, as archers moved towards the highest spires and the armor of soldiers glistened reflected by the morning sun.
Weighing up his options, Pieti went for the choice which result in rotten undead flesh being ripped apart in his talons.
Pieti thumbed a Piety Charm, feeling energy flowing through his veins. Screaming a battle screech, Pieti swooped into combat.
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