Lyn's blood was singing in her veins. That unsettled her more than the swarms of strange entities pouring down onto Quel'danas as part of Xal'atath's Devouring Host.
There was something about the proximity of the Sunwell itself that was amplifying that fizzy feeling she got before a fight at one of Skold Ashil's feast days. Her gifted armor glinted a brilliant gold, even in the void twilight that had settled over the island. The sagas and knot work chased into the metal told the story of Eyir and her Val'kyr. Her spear and shield were the same ones the Sunborne had used for ages. They wouldn't fail her here today, not in the defense of her home.
Her braid trailed behind her as she rushed forward, hurling her shield at three hulking voidwalkers. The weight and resonance of the extremely satisfying clang that rang out as it ricocheted between them was a sound she'd never tire of — and it kept attention off Veilos, Emaisyn and the other Shielded Mind healers for a few precious moments so they could unleash their own skilled fury with a little less risk and tend to the injured that needed it.
This went on for hours. Their enemy was endless, and as the battle raged on more and more ghosts had risen from the places their bodies had fallen. Kyrian Bearers flitted at the edges of her vision. What triumph was there in this tragedy? Would anything be left for Ash at the end of all this? Was this to be where she fell in battle — for a second time — ending her tenure as one of Eyir's mortal champions?
Ash was safe at the Shielded Mind with an ægishjálmur pendant and his uncle Meryn for protection. More fighters were arriving with every passing minute. She howled with fury as a hulking lizard creature that glowed violet between its scales set upon her with murderous intent. As much as she hadn't wanted to use her boon from Queen Ashildir, first of her kind, she had no choice. Radiant, spectral wings full of golden feathers unfurled from her back as she was enveloped in her Val'kyr form. The voidbeast's attacks struck true but did no damage. It wasn't a gift she could keep up forever, and she didn't want to, but she made the best of it and stabbed at the creature with her spear with a ruthless efficiency made to end its existence.
Stretching out for a mile in front of her she could see the flickering flame of life in every person; a spectral sight granted by the hawk like helmet that marked the bearers of warriors souls to the Halls of Valor. Some vibrant, and many more dim and darkening. She shouted out to Ema, "There are two elves to our right that need immediate attention."
What else was the point of that knowledge if not to help where she could?
She returned to her body as suddenly as she had wrapped the Queen’s gift around herself, and that was when she heard Veilos comment in the din, "I'll return." He didn't wait before simply taking off toward the docks; she'd seen far fewer bright souls in that direction.
"You fuckin' better!" she called after him before rounding to provide defense again. And again.
That thrumming hum in her veins crescendoed into a chorus she couldn't understand, but intrinsically knew was a call. It wasn't the same as Eyir's booming, overbearing presence. It was the light of her hearth at home, the sparkle of the sun on the waves at dawn. In a blink she went from being there to not. The sound of clanking armor and confused murmurs echoed around her as Liadrin's prayers greeted them in the hallowed hall that protected the Sunwell.
The Champions of the Light had been summoned to its defense, and she'd see that work done for her kingdom.
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Check out Veilos' story - When the Clock Strikes Midnight, too!
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