#attaaaaaaack

[arana-aranehn]

Save the Egg - Chapter 1 - Heldpeach - Dragon Age (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Lavellan stands before the Dread wolf. He has been defeated. His army is in shambles. There is only one thing left to do.

MGITs don't approve of the final outcome and all hell breaks loose."

*battlecry of as many fucks as i can fit into a sentence*

[isayitimeanit]

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#FBF to snapchatting at the @BananaIslandGhost premier with the amazing @theonlychigul. The movie is stellar; you won't regret going to see it, so go go go! ⭕ (Yes, we both speak Spanish, so of course I had to hit the Snap with it💃🏾💃🏾) ⭕ Translation: I'm here with the star of Banana Island Ghost, Chigul! (and then we proceed to banter about the fact that OF COURSE she's the star! #LaEstrella #Claroquesi! Que Dios te bendiga siempre, cariño. Te quiero mucho! ⭕ Well done to the entire team. You made magic with this one. Wishing you all the best! @biolaalabi #BBSasore #NemsiaFilms @Funmbi_o and my boo @akahnnani - I'm so proud of you Akah! #Attaaaaaaack! 😂

[spellswordkhint]

Monster Slayer

Back on his feet, Khint had spent the past few hours putting out the fire in the fields with bizzard magic and absorbing it with fire. It was tedious, thankless work, and he was getting exhausted as the largest flames stared dying down. The windmills were out of danger for the moment, and some of the crops were salvaged. At least the ash promised good soil for years to come. 

He wiped his brow, removing his headpiece for a moment to fix his hair and try to relieve the sweat beneath it. It didn’t do much, but it was more comfortable when he put his hat back on. What he would give to change clothing, but his uniform kept him from the flames, and protected him from any eventuality of attack.

Speaking of which, there were suddenly monsters flooding into town. He should have expected it. One monster was rarely enough, it had to be a boss, and a bunch of little ones. Little being subjective, of course. The brutes terrorizing the place where still threats. 

He heaved a heavy sigh and knocked back both a potion and an ether, shuttering at their tastes. He could immediately feel the numbing warmth and the return of his energy. It wasn’t much, but it would do well for him as he ran into the town. 

The spellfencer tried to take as many monsters out as he could along the way. The plant-like, thorny creatures were easy enough, cut down by a fire-spelled blade as he went. The muscle-bound brutes, while more resilient and hit much more hard, could be taken out with some individual attention, usually a stab to the neck or a particularly harsh slash. It was the huge mawed, had many squirming tendrils, and it just would not die. 

It took some time, but Khint found out fire was ineffectual. Blizzard would do damage, but not anything spectacular. Lightning, lightning did very well. So that he stayed with. Now with this in mind, he fought off as many monsters as he could, guarding towns folk and getting as many people as he could to safety. It was all he could do for now.