Timeline:

Soon.

 

This story takes place
right after
A Demon’s Plan (18+) (Part Four) – All End

 

 

Tonic! Wake up..”, very nearly screamed Seressa Wraiven, and there was nothing but terror in her eyes. She frantically shook her little, gnomic pair as if willing her to wakefulness.

“Whot? Is it morning already?”, mumbled the sleeping gnomic girl.

PLEASE, LUV! WAKE UP!“, shouted the very tall, very dark girl in hysteria.

 

Tonic jumped up..

..and fell, face down, off the bed.

 

“Quickly. Quickly luv. Go get Master Brom here, right now. Tell him to get all his things..”

“Whot? Why?”, Tonic asked in pain as she held onto her bruised nose.

“Not now, baby girl. We must get out of here..”

“Here, like the inn?”

“No.. Here, like, THIS CITY!.. GO, TONIC, NOW.. I will get Cora. Meet me here in two..”, she half pleaded, half shrieked.

 

It was a good thing Tonic’s DOS hadn’t quite booted, just yet. Otherwise, she would have argued with her pair, demanding explanations with markers, illustrations, and possibly a blueprint schematics, no less.

 

Seressa grabbed everything she could get her hands on and stuffed them into whatever bag she could find, then ran to Cora’s room, and banged it open to find the barbarian girl not quite dressed, but holding her great, frosty sword with both hands.

“Is nothing ever calm, in these places you call cities?”, she asked curiously.

“Will not be, luv.”, she said hurriedly. “Grab everything you got and meet me at my room in one..”

“What is going on, Seressa?”, she asked quietly and calmly, as she grabbed her shirt, her pants, the large sack with her armor, her bags, and her leather-hide fur cloak.

“Put the pants on, dear. And the shirt! We don’t want Master Brom to ogle, now do we?”, she said, waving at the snow elf.

“Ogles at you all the time.”, Cora said, as she slipped into her pants and shirt.

“That’s different.”, she said a bit loftily.

“Don’t like sharing the ogling, then?”, smiled Cora.

“Who likes?”, she asked.

“Good point.. Alright. I am ready. Let’s go..”

 

“Hold hands.”, Seressa said, when they had all gathered in her room.

“Must I?”, mumbled Brom, as he gingerly took Tonics little hand. “And what in the blazes happened to your face, girl?”

“Same thing that’s about to happen to yours!”, she growled.

“Hush!”, hissed Cora and grabbed his hand as Seressa held hers and Tonic’s, forming a rough circle.

“What’s the rush?”, grumbled Brom, still not quite awake.

 

A low, rumbling noise was heard from far away..

..and something tectonic landed three houses away, sending it to blasted pieces all across the district in a fiery blaze!

 

“THAT!”, said Seressa.

Then she looked up at the unseen night sky.

“My Queen..Your maiden pleads.. We are ready..”, she whispered.

 

They stared at each other for a moment.

Then, in a shimmering haze, they disappeared..

..and something huge and burning crushed the inn, down into the ground..

 

 


 

 

 
 

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1 Comment

  1. This short story was written to interact two different groups, the Serenity Home group, and the Tundra Walkers, by proxy, as the Great Arashkan City comes under siege by multitudes of hordes and legions of the Greater Orken.

    The one beautiful and rich city burns and is shredded off its former glory, the heroes of both groups run for their lives.

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