"Can you hear me?" asked the man out loud, holding my bracer as if it were going to fall off of his arm if he spoke to it. "Yes, now I can, couldn't earlier on. Sorry about that." I responded, "It'd be best if you strapped on the bracer tighter, you got nothing protecting you and it'd be best to extract the best defense you can out of it, plus it helps me do what I need to do." I added.
The man shook his head, deftly pulling the thongs of the bracer tighter, just before where it would cut off blood flow. I mentally sighed in relief, able to use my Iron spells still. Most spirits that could telepathically receive thoughts from mortals were insane, a fact that I forgot to consider. I'll admit that I was surprised why he wasn't talking to me. I shivered, remembering sharing a wearer with one of the more insane spirits, driven insane by being a slave to a rune that damanaded blood to satiate it.
"Good, let's ditch this place." I said to him, tapping into my reserves to pull out the iron from the plate of the necromancer. The man was looking for an exit, I knew roughly where they were but I couldn't "see" that far. Then the man said something, "I would like to help these people. I don't know how or why we got here but it seems they are all in the same boat that I am in. Plus these guys certainly don't seem to be up to any good." He stated. "You are right on that, However I dont think it's going to be a goal that would be attainable to help all of them." I responded, "Staying and trying to make a more effective hold-out and efficient revolt will only get you crushed." I wagered. He nodded his head
"So how are we going to do this?" he asked. "So, how about this, we are going to have to get near those guards that have iron armor,shields, or weapons. I'll turn them into a fog and make a voice amplifier for you. That should allow you to cause some little bit more order in the riot" I said, the man looked confused, he wasn't from here after all, probably from one of those places that didnt have magic. "Just do it, please," I said, with some sternness to the edge. That got the man in motion.
He rushed towards a guard, one that just had a humble steel breastplate but copper and leather everywhere else, kinda like the necromancer. My new wearer....ok, more like owner right now, was noticed by the targeted guard. Probably from the peripheral, we weren't exactly coming from the back of the man. The guard, however, could only do so much. Able only to angle the treant-like being to barrage him from the same direction that I and my new owner were rushing from.
The man made a dive for this guard's legs as the treant was obviously in luck forcing the guard to come in closer. With that move, I was able to reach the man, fully vaporizing the man's chestplate. The guard thought fast, damn his admirable CQC training, and pulled up his forearms which had copper plates on them as the treant aimed square for his chest. The Otherworlder that was my new owner got greedy, grabbing the copper arm braces, thinking I could vaporize those too.
"NO!" I yelled, the man must've thought that by "iron" I meant "all metals". However, me saying no was too late, the guard twisted the otherworlder's wrists with some technique that I did not observe all that well. He yelped and retorted to me, "what the fuck! I thought you said you could vaporize the armor!" He yelled out loud to me, glancing at the bracer.
"No you dumbass, I specifically said iron armor. That, if you didn't notice, is copper armor. Iron spirits can't do jack diddly on other metals, only iron is what can easily manipulate." I said, a bit exasperated with the man. The man had a face of the "oh, i just fucked up" look.
I sighed, letting that go, being angry won't help much in the current situation. So with that I set aside the disagreement, focusing on the rust clouds to make sheer spikes. All basically the size of nails. The size didn't matter all that much, after all the guard was panicking as he saw his opponent suddenly have floating weapons. The man probably thought the Otherworlder as a wizard.
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Isarnfur
Adventure-second draft- this is a story about a group of characters that hasn't been told often. Spirits stuck into armor. This is the story about Isarnfur, a spirit dedicated to manipulating Iron. He has been stuck in a piece of armor, and how he...