"Hey, who's the fellow priming to jump?" Templez' pointed out, half a brow flexed in confusion. The figure sported a red and brown dyed set of roguish attire. Padded armor to be exact. Vaguely familiar to you. Someone matching that description in a passing story, perhaps.
"Hardly matters, or are all humans easily distracted by each other's antics?" La'zel scoffs, planting an arrow in the foot of a goblin about to attack an archer.
Said fellow waved to them lightly, then leapt off his cliff to strike another.
Templez shook his head, making his way down to the open space. He set his blade ablaze for a mere second using an incantation and struck a rushing Goblin soldier. His wary cry snuffed by cold steel.
"Nicely done.." La'zel comments before letting two arrows loose above his head. Both struck another at the foot of their cliff.
"Likewise." Templez bowed with a joking wit.
"Fool! Do not keep your eyes off the field." She snaps, not laughing.
"Wooooah, ease up there.." Templez scoffed with a smile, parrying an attack and returning the tip of his blade through the back of Goblins mouth.
"Ease up? Ridiculous." She fires a volley of arrows upon a well armored goblin goon.
The fighting was nearing it's final beat. The beast finally fell to the mountain of arrows laid into it by the guards.
"Istik, save that human over there. She's at risk with her injury. I will press on with the others." She nods to an archer that's being pinned by a goblin. Templez sees where to go, tossing a dagger at a waving shield. It splintered enough to wave it's user's confidence; thankfully that shield was attached to a goblin captain. It opened an opportunity for the guards. Blood sprayed on Templez as he ran past them. He tossed his own shortsword at the enemy he was steering towards. Although it was barely a debilitating throw, the goblin shrugged it off angrily. Templez kept his momentum and struck him with the hardened edge of the shield. It split his forehead open and gushed a small puddle of blood.
"That's the last of them! Open the gates!" The voice from above yelled. Zevlor, he assumed.
"Phewww..." Templez forearmed bumped a few others in celebration. They exchanged smiles, a laugh, and gratitude between one another.
La'zel doesn't bother. She kicks around a corpse or two during the relief. She finds a set of gauntlets worth putting to use. Leather bounded, one gem on both back sides of the palm. She felt stronger than before. Anger sweltered into experience, pain into strength, and wisdom into energy. What were these things made of?
"Scored some loot, I see." He said.
"Indeed. Suitable, not disappointing; surprising for this realm." She speaks in broken patterns, tightening up the gloves and picking through remains.
"Think they'll let us waltz right in?" He asked, putting a potion in his satchel.
"Hardly as easy as that, wouldn't you say?"
"Maybe, but I'd say we have an advantage considering we just saved their asses." He smirked.
"This is true. However if they choose to make it difficult.." La'zel looks at her blade longingly, as if she didn't just get to satisfy her Warrior spirit.
"Let's not jump to anything rash. They are just refugees and druids, it seems. That Zevlor was a tiefling. A rare sight." Templez mentioned.
"Tchk, fine. Let us waste less time here. I desire to speak to that witness of my kin." Her eyes fiercely dart forward, she marched towards the open gate. Templez kept up slowly, rubbing some blood off his face with his canteen.
YOU ARE READING
"Tempt of Fate" - A Baldur's Gate 3 Story
General FictionCome join Templez and his crew on the adventures that will span across many chapters. As they find themselves at odds with the new alien brain worm mindmate, they will be doing their best to get along and understand how to go about saving the world...
