Egress Unveiled Event: The Forgotten
Option 2: The clan surrounds you and the remaining Forgotten members. They have become more outraged after your blatant lack of remorse, and they'll have payment one way or another.
Draw or write your Reosean fighting back or escaping from the clan.
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By FourDayz and Renya06
Ice pricked at his skin from every angle. The wind wind seemed to want to pick him up and toss him about. The cold seeped to his very soul. He could imagine his bones hardening with frost and becoming ice.
Not even coldest reaches of Roenden could create a storm as powerful as this, to turn all life it touches to ice.
This power was nothing like he’d ever seen.
Nothing like he’d ever know.
It was awesome and terrifying. How he wished he could possess magic as powerful as this.
And he could, if he—
Somos called on his pent up frustrations in be being able to spark and let it all out in the mightiest roar he could. One that ripped and tore at his vocal cords and them feeling raw. He could barely hear himself, it felt like his ears were numb. It didn’t matter. The storm already had a tight hold over him, only kept at bay by his resounding anger.
Embarrass ME?! He thought as he spun around. He pounced on the first set of eyes he saw. Frosted wings flapped uselessly as he crashed into the haedian. He pushed it to the side.
The storm called.
“Set ME up for YOUR fall!?” He screamed at the storm. Another set of eyes. He attacked. Another frosted zombie haedian.
Set of eyes turned to him. This one brighter, more piercing than the rest.
Come to me, It almost seemed to say.
“Tell ME what to fuckin’ do?!”
Their consciousness was shrinking with every hit that felled one of their own. An Untouched was tearing through their ranks, their mind fighting them tooth and nail. Such vehemence left them puzzled. How was it doing this? Their concentration wavered as they pondered this unusual occurrence. It had happened once before, hadn't it?
The slight change in the coils of power keeping his mind entranced caused a swell that he rode as one would a wave, surging to the forefront in time to hear Somos yell profanities in his face. "Got quite a mouth on you, Rat," he gasped, dodging the hit flying his way.
It had happened so often at this point that he was no longer confused to find himself in a completely different place than where he was mere seconds ago. What was surprising, however, were the masses of strangers crowded around him. The ones he'd caught this time were groggily waking up and didn't seem too pleased about their current situation. As a matter of fact, not a singular person around him seemed to be having a good time.
Somos blinked in shock when Frosty dodged his blow. Now that the was runner conscious, Somos felt strange. His heart hammered, claws extended, muscles would up tight, ready pounce, but here was nothing to direct his energy at.
“You two surface dwellers are not welcome here!” A haedian burst forth from the angry crowd Somos was only just beginning to take notice of. Other haedians began to voice their opinions of them. A few objects were tossed in their direction.
“I hope you got a little left in you to run.” Somos crouched, readying himself for whatever might happen next.
They were getting too close for comfort, but he didn't think it wise to use his powers now. However, he still had enough stamina to leave this wretched place. He looked down at Somos; the smaller runner had, once again, managed to break the spell on his own. Maybe there was something to this one, after all. In the meantime, "Of course I do; it's you you should be worried about. I'm not the one who looks like they've just ran a marathon."
Turning around, he spotted Troall and her misfits scurrying away while The Brutes were focused on the pair of runners. They wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her, yet she was pretty happy to let them take the blame for this whole debacle. "Don't think we'll forget about this, traitor!" he yelled over the chorus of shouts from the angry mob.
“Keep running your mouth. See if that’ll help you keep up!” It was the only warning Somos gave before taking off toward the tunnel Frosty just came from. The adrenaline still pumping through his veins helped him ignore his aching body. He stretched his legs as far as they would go and focus on the wind rushing past him. He didn’t bother checking if Frosty followed him. The runner would try to overtake him. Let him try.
With a final glance at the -literal- fuming horde, he set off after the speeding runner. He doubted they would be pursued; these creatures were most likely defending their home and wouldn't give chase beyond ensuring that the two of them had well and truly left the premises.
He smirked to himself as the smaller runner was putting on quite the show of speed. 'Let him run', he thought. The Frost Devil had nothing to prove. He followed at a fast but maintainable pace, letting his nose guide him to Somos and the exit.