The Lightning Guardian is Born

[18:25] A sprawling and complex mismash of multiple, dingy armors and body parts staggered toward those gathered to defend Dawn from the Nethardin swarm.
They groaned and sighed as their armors shifted and screeched together. From multiple, outstretched arms the monstrosity had drawn its weapons,
and a twisted face grinned down at them. It tried to speak in some common language but only crude and guttural words could be made out.

"Death. Pain. Frozen."

Despite its inability to communicate properly, it continued the forth, breaking apart into dozens of fractured knights.
They charged into Dawn's forces, aiming to slaughter any they could.
(Ssath'ilai)

[18:30] The Paladin Nagual floats next to her detatchment. Two of the three Paladins were here... she liked their odds.. She recognized a few other faces amongst the group some she knew more than others...

"You will not destroy our home beast. We well end you here and now.

Oragish lightning begins arcing from her amulet seeming to add to her own... the closest the spirit had ever come to actually aiding her...

She pulls her hood up her power rolling from her in palpable waves of lightning and holy mana...

She yells, her voice carrying the weight of thunder rolling.

"GLORY TO AZRAEL"


(Jessi Ann)

[18:49] The Paladin waded head first into the nethradin horde... her blade making her seem to be a tornado of lightning and steel...

Her foes fell before her blade she and her allies making a steady advance... Finally they began to break their lines.. She and Sors were finally fighting together... which was an odd interruption to her thoughts... the longer she fought the more she could feel the lightning spirit stirring...

It reveled the control she now displayed with her storm.... no longer was she the girl who destroyed her home... no longer did her powers control her.. she was in control... and /she/ was the storm...

She was covered in the tar like substance her skin burning with it...

Finally she saw her chance... their leader... battered by her allies was wide open...

Golden lightning charges her blade and she roars.. a primordial sound surprising even her... that was the roar of the spirit.... The sound would attract the gaze of the Nethradin but it was too late... Suddenly she was upon it her blade piercing its armor and into its center...

A sound like a thunderclap ensued as her lightning burst from the creature destroying some of the remaining weaker ones around it as well...

She would look the Nethradin in the face..

"I told you so."

She shoved the remains from her blade and whips it aside black tar spraying onto the ground.

She floats back to her lines... they may have wounded...

Even now... a sense of pure pride came to her from her amulet....


(Jessi Ann)