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Rogue Wizard’s Journal – November 4th, 2019
The last few days are a blur and it is probably going to take a few journal entries to sort out. Of course, by seeing this entry you know that I survived the encounter with the Death Angels on Halloween Night. I will note so none worry, that Amber and Lunette are also with me. We are all alive and in a new place. That said, I don’t think I will be the same again. None of us will.
The Battle was one of the closest I had ever been in. There were as far as we can tell six Death Angels. According to Lunette and Amber, there were three men and three women. I only got to see two because it is the one I fought and the one who hit me with the death spell that I noted. The girls were busy with the other members of the Council’s death squad. The one that was immediate in my face was a man and he had bad breath and came with a hoard of rats that he used to tap into his powers. He was wielding a sword made of magic – the green shit of the movies.
Honest and he came at me full speed and it was all I could do to hold the porch of the cabin against his attacks which were rapid and continuous. I could see Amber burning something out of one corner of one eye and Lunette doing her pinball thing out fo the other. But it was a full-time shield act to keep this guy from landing a blow plus keep his rats away from biting my ankles. My whole attention was focused on this guy and that is what lead to my downfall.
I heard the death spell being chanted and could not do anything about it. I backed up a little to the edge of the door and then I could see her. Pale as shit and skyclad. Her alabaster body was beautiful as was the rest of her and her hair long and pure white. Her one hand was extended toward me and she was chanting the Death Spell, the other hand was wrapped around the neck of a young teenage girl. The sacrifice for the spell.
I could do nothing except strengthen my shield and hope that one fo the girls helped my ass. But no help came and the spell steaked like a bolt of eldritch green from her hand and hit me square in the chest. At the last minute though, I felt something strange and yet loving; it made me feel at peace. As I fell, I could feel my shield slipping as death came over me. I lost consciousness and dropped to the floor of the porch. It was the last thing I remember of the fight.
According to the girls, they saw what was happening too late and then when I fell they got pissed. Lunette literally when psycho at that moment and streaked off at the naked witch. When she struck she didn’t hold anything back and literally started to do her pinball thing and hitting hard enough to break bones. Amber for her part let loose a fireball on two necromancers she was fighting with and I guess it burned them to a cinder where they stood. In a matter of seconds, it was two on three.
The other two Lunette had been dealing with turned tail including the guy we had seen in town. Lunette turned her attention to rat necromancer and because his rats couldn’t fly like she could, she made short work of him. The snap of his bones as she struck was audible to all. According to Amber, she was screaming rage the entire time. Amber for her part concentrated a fireball in her hands for a few seconds and let fly after the last two and when it struck the scream echoed in the night. 6-1 our win, but I was down. Lunette steaked to my side and grew full-sized ripping her miniature garment to tatters.
Amber and Lunette examined me. Probably crying their eyes out but neither girl spoke to me about that.
“Lunette, I can still feel him. He isn’t gone.”
Puzzled, Lunette reached out with her tattoo and confirmed I wasn’t dead. But I wasn’t alive either. They checked on the teenage girl and she wasn’t dead either. Barely alive.
According to the girls, they acted quickly gathering up our stuff, throwing everything into the pickup. The placed me and the girl in the back and took off. They left the girl in town on a park bench and called 911 and then took off again. Lunette knew a place that might be safe so she was determined to get to it and find out what happened with me.
What did happen to me? I need to think about it before I write about it. But I can tell you, I have many life-changing events and this is definitely in the top three. I will relay this tomorrow. The emotions of this whole thing are still pretty strong.
Two to one is a fair fight with my trio. If there is one weakness I have in real life it is a lack of speed. This played into the story. I prefer to think things out, create a plan and execute. In a situation where I can’t do that, its full-on defense and wait until I can. Yeah, that gets you busy and then dead if you’re facing as deadly an opponent as the Death Angels.
My emotions are real on this one and the couple to come. Particularly the next one.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.