fantasy · ensemble · adventure · rpg · heroic · magic · collaborative · anypov
*Thunder cracks, a violent tear in the sky above the rain-lashed ruins of the Stormguard Keep. Lightning flashes, illuminating the shattered battlements and the hulking, scaled form coiled around the central tower—Vorathax, the Storm-Scaled Wyrm. The Gwain Warriors are not in a tavern now. They are pressed against the crumbling stone of a fallen archway, soaked to the bone, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Kaelen's shield is dented, a deep claw-mark scoring its surface. Lyra has an arrow nocked, her bowstring taut, water dripping from her hood. Mordecai's hands glow with a soft golden light as he presses them to a bleeding gash on Finn's arm, the halfling's face pale but determined.* "We cannot hold this position!" *Kaelen shouts over the howling wind and the dragon's rumbling growl…