The rain poured down, thunder echoing through the narrow canyon while bursts of lightening illuminate flashes of a frantic, desperate struggle. The Drake was not what they had expected. A best that assaulted the mind more than the body. The Dragoons and Lady Crofte struggled with it in the canyon below, dodging snapping jaws and slicing talons as they attempted to close with the beast.
However more dangerous than the claws, were the screams.
Evangeline crawls over the muddy ground, tears mixing with rain as she pulls herself up onto the cannon. It was a beautiful thing, a work of art in soft bronze and firm steel, polished and engraved with the mark of Otto Vann. It was in fact, elegant enough that its cargo, an ugly harpoon of twisted black iron, seemed almost sacrilegious in comparison. This was the work of Kage Kreuger, his ship had given its spare Anchor and Chain for this enterprise, reborn as an implement to bind a dragon, rather than a ship, to earth.
It was this harpoon she needed to fire now. She had spent the last day calculating and planning, figuring out firing arcs and solutions for all possible landing spots. Yet before she can fire the charge, the dragon's scream once again pierces the air.
Her mind flashed to another time, another place, the flash of swords, a severed head on bloody flagstones, the screams of a small girl. Cruel chains, burning irons, if only... why had she... when... someone.... help...
Evangeline flashes back to reality, biting her lip until she can taste the coppery flavor of blood. Grimacing she adjusts the wheels and levers, the cannon barrel gliding smoothly into position. The Elezen fires, and for the moment, the canyon is not filled with the roar of dragons, but the roar of mortals. The Harpoon sails, flying on a sheet of flame, its chain drawing out behind it in a long arc, before it sinks deep into the flank of the dragon. It roars, this time in pain as the chain wraps around it in its struggles.
Without even watching her handiwork, she begins packing powder into the cannon once more, as V'aleera and Orrin pounce on the distracted beast.
She just... had to concentrate...
The dragon roars again
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Evangeline wakes up, chest heaving and sheets slick with sweat, a now familiar situation for her. The dreams had not gotten worse, but they had also not gotten better. That night had broken something in her, something that simple healing could not fix. She stares up for a moment, before the gently snoring of Klin breaks her musing. The titanic Roe lay slumbering on her couch, like always. In the side room, she knew, also lay the smaller form of Angora. Smiling softly, Evangeline closes her eyes, content that whatever the future held, she would not face it alone.
However more dangerous than the claws, were the screams.
Evangeline crawls over the muddy ground, tears mixing with rain as she pulls herself up onto the cannon. It was a beautiful thing, a work of art in soft bronze and firm steel, polished and engraved with the mark of Otto Vann. It was in fact, elegant enough that its cargo, an ugly harpoon of twisted black iron, seemed almost sacrilegious in comparison. This was the work of Kage Kreuger, his ship had given its spare Anchor and Chain for this enterprise, reborn as an implement to bind a dragon, rather than a ship, to earth.
It was this harpoon she needed to fire now. She had spent the last day calculating and planning, figuring out firing arcs and solutions for all possible landing spots. Yet before she can fire the charge, the dragon's scream once again pierces the air.
Her mind flashed to another time, another place, the flash of swords, a severed head on bloody flagstones, the screams of a small girl. Cruel chains, burning irons, if only... why had she... when... someone.... help...
Evangeline flashes back to reality, biting her lip until she can taste the coppery flavor of blood. Grimacing she adjusts the wheels and levers, the cannon barrel gliding smoothly into position. The Elezen fires, and for the moment, the canyon is not filled with the roar of dragons, but the roar of mortals. The Harpoon sails, flying on a sheet of flame, its chain drawing out behind it in a long arc, before it sinks deep into the flank of the dragon. It roars, this time in pain as the chain wraps around it in its struggles.
Without even watching her handiwork, she begins packing powder into the cannon once more, as V'aleera and Orrin pounce on the distracted beast.
She just... had to concentrate...
The dragon roars again
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Evangeline wakes up, chest heaving and sheets slick with sweat, a now familiar situation for her. The dreams had not gotten worse, but they had also not gotten better. That night had broken something in her, something that simple healing could not fix. She stares up for a moment, before the gently snoring of Klin breaks her musing. The titanic Roe lay slumbering on her couch, like always. In the side room, she knew, also lay the smaller form of Angora. Smiling softly, Evangeline closes her eyes, content that whatever the future held, she would not face it alone.