Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Mayor picks a direction and starts running, moving towards the tower. But within moments, something large and solid leaps straight over the tall hedges, landing behind Mayor. Spinning to respond, Mayor only just manages to get his shield up in time to catch a large stone axe on it. In front of him is a rather slim but nonetheless towering stone creature in the vague shape of an armored man, wielding a double-bladed battleaxe in one hand and a tower shield of stone in the other. The face of the creature appears mostly featureless, only a slight indentation indicating where the eyes would have been on a mortal man.

Watson leaps over one hedge with his mana leapers, in doing so spotting a man in a white trenchcoat crouching atop a floating disc of some form, massive energy rifle pointed straight at Watson. He doesnt seem to be firing yet, though... But that probably wont last much longer.

Myra turns herself invisible before taking to the skies, gaining an overview of the maze and her allies. Only moments later, however, the winds around her begin to pick up, growing to nearly unmaneuvrable levels within moments. That is NOT natural. Indeed, Myra's magical gaze reveals a blackfurred lycanthrope standing alone far below a short distance from the tower, a lattice of spellwork joining his outstretched palm to the roaring winds building around you.

Savannah bursts with the power of life, starting to run as she bends the hedges to bow before her will, charging straight for the tower. She makes it through several hedges before the man atop the tower, frowning in annoyance, makes a simple gesture in her general direction and... the plants simply stop responding. Or rather, they strain to respond, but something equally powerful is fighting back, keeping the thorned hedge locked in a magical battle with itself. Meanwhile, a frail-looking man wearing only a kilt rounds the nearby corner. An extensive tattoo of incredible artistry encircles his upper body, depicting a fire wyrm of some sort. He gives you a measured nod as he steps up. Then the tattoo bursts into flames, and he advances upon you with lithe steps.

Bohw is busy trying to untangle herself from the thorned mess of branches and vines she has found herself in, a process that is far from painless, although insignificantly so perhaps in comparison to what she has suffered in recent time. She looks up in time to spot a man wearing a silvery-blue robe floating towards her over the hedges. The man is glancing off to one side, perhaps inspecting a nearby skirmish starting in that direction. When he finally turns his attention towards Bohw, his eyes widen for the barest moment, as if in surprise. Then, almost grimly, he lifts one hand, a sphere of power appearing above it. He is still far off. Maybe Bohw still has a little more time to get free?

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Distances are far greater than indicated. Actual maze not shown but consider it massive and incredibly bothersome to traverse without flight.