Lichbane
The only thing that could be said was they were in a bad situation and things had gotten worse as the bone-storm began, forcing Amelia to attempt to take cover behind the stone railing of the staircase present in the crypts they were all within. It was a large party tasked with retrieving an artifact that could turn the tide of the whole campaign against the Scourge; if they could get a hold of it, there was hope in sight but alas. That wasn’t meant to be as the newly made Lich possessed it or one of his cohorts ran off with it, she was unsure. There was just so much chaos happening, Amy couldn’t make heads or tails of anything. One thing began to become certain, she could smell a lot of blood in the room. Many were getting hurt and there was nothing she could do, or she would be worse off most likely. She wasn’t good to anyone dead, especially as a medic. But her curse amplified her senses quite a bit and the witch could tell her partner had been maimed. The smell of his blood reached her nostrils and all she could feel was panic, she had to reach him.
As the fight with the evil continued and many heroes were doing their best to stay on their feet, eventually Amelia was able to give healing energies where possible and reach the man she had been worried about; Edward. He could take care of himself, she knew, but the man was hurt too. There was no telling how long any of them were able to keep going with the abuse that the Lich was able to dish out. Another wave of putrid air or maybe the energy in the room was the last straw, it had caused the gentleman next to her to fall off the staircase to the hard stone below. Not a large fall but Amy hadn’t been able to catch him in time. “Edward!” Her voice didn’t carry much over all the sounds of battle.
Everyone was going down and death was imminent for all of them, this much she knew. There was so much healing energy going into the villain’s phylactery, and some of the others were doing their best to destroy the physical form in order to give themselves more time but people were falling to the ground when they could no longer go on. There was only so much abuse that could be taken. It was going to turn into a last ditch effort but Amy prayed as hard as she could while feeling the change overtake her, hoping Elune or anyone would hear her. In seconds she launched herself over that same stone stairwell railing, landing near to the fight at hand as her claws bounce slightly off the ground from the impact. A large looming figure of white fur, she was in her Worgen form in order to give her enough strength to do what she planned. Immediately a roar of defiance accompanied with a wall of astral energy and nature magics came from the harvest witch, all of that unbridled fury channeled into the Lich and its vessel. There were two others as well that did the same thing, but in their own way. Then everything went black.
This was all that Amelia could recall when she helped kill the newly born Lich in those crypts, the memory itself still brought back a sense of dread even as she was turning over the golden laurel wreath of oak leaves in her hands. It had been called a civic crown, awarded to those that served the duchy of Summerfast bravely from the Scourge campaign three years ago. It was in the middle of house cleaning that she thought to bring it out, and reflect. In all honesty she did what she thought was best, even if it meant dying underground with her comrades and the man she loved. A soft smile tugged at her lips while thinking back on the celebration that was had when the duchy’s heroes returned from Hearthglen, there had been so much cheering. So many grateful souls throwing flower petals in the streets. It had been such a wonderful day and evening, even if she did call it early just as he had. All of the praise and awards made things feel worthwhile.
Edward Stede had received the same awards and praise, she thought he deserved it more than she did but in her head she digressed. They had all fought bravely and made it back alive, in the end that was what mattered. The sound of the front door opening and closing is what broke her away from her short time of reminiscing, and quickly she got up from the floor and went to put that crown back into the cedar chest at the foot of their bed. Back to house chores, and such. The three years certainly did fly by.