Blackwhite1223
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Elizabeths' firebolt struck the leading wraith in the chest, and though the spell wore off quickly, Torin did not miss the hint of fear in the creatures' body language. With a shout, the ranger leapt past the wounded wraiths' companions, toward the flames. Both creatures surged after him, brandishing their weapons. Torin parried their attacks, and with his free hand, snatched one of the smaller logs from the campfire. When an opening appeared, he swung the burning brand in an arc, striking one creature squarely in the face. It howled, one hand swatting at the flames burning away its' hood, and lashing out wildly with its sword.
"Use the fire! They fear it!" He shouted to the others, though he doubted his instructions were necessary. Soon, all three of his companions had joined him, brandishing burning branches of their own. After a few more connected strikes, the wraiths had had enough. One, the leader, Torin assumed, shrieked a sibilant command, and all three retreated right out the gaping hole in the towers exterior. Cautiously, half expecting a trap, the ranger crept to the ledge. Through the light rain that still fell, and the darkness of night, he saw three darker shapes, fleeing swiftly to the west. He sheathed his sword, troubled by the attack.
He turned to his friends,"rest while you can. I will take the first watch. We leave this place at dawn, and should make haste to Solitude." As the others settled in to take what sleep they could for the rest of the night, Torin sat with his back to the wall, and lit his pipe. He let his thoughts wander to his friends not with him, even as he watched the darkness for any sign of an attack.
"Use the fire! They fear it!" He shouted to the others, though he doubted his instructions were necessary. Soon, all three of his companions had joined him, brandishing burning branches of their own. After a few more connected strikes, the wraiths had had enough. One, the leader, Torin assumed, shrieked a sibilant command, and all three retreated right out the gaping hole in the towers exterior. Cautiously, half expecting a trap, the ranger crept to the ledge. Through the light rain that still fell, and the darkness of night, he saw three darker shapes, fleeing swiftly to the west. He sheathed his sword, troubled by the attack.
He turned to his friends,"rest while you can. I will take the first watch. We leave this place at dawn, and should make haste to Solitude." As the others settled in to take what sleep they could for the rest of the night, Torin sat with his back to the wall, and lit his pipe. He let his thoughts wander to his friends not with him, even as he watched the darkness for any sign of an attack.