April's on Fire
April's Prompts for Lasair and Malmr!
Lasair earns +3 Corruption and +1 Power. Malmr earns +2 Discipline and +1 Corruption. 96 Total Gold.
Author's Notes
Prompt 3: Violent conflicts between Witchfinders and Opponents.
Lasair: Option 4: Your character is already on the front lines, eager to be part of the skirmish. +1 Corruption
Malmr: Option 4: Your character is already on the front lines, though eagerness has nothing to do with it. +1 Corruption
Prompt 4
In blind panic, he looked to where the explosion had been set off, knowing the city like the back of his hand from his countless patrols. It came from the warehouses, the trading yards, the place where there wouldn’t be people this late at night.
Another followed from the docks as screams lit the air, but all Malmr could hear in the turmoil was the sound of Lasair’s cruel laughter as she let him go.
A third followed, and by now, the square was starting to empty as people ran. Malmr swayed on unsteady feet, and he couldn’t tell if the waving of the cobblestones underneath him was real or his past coming back to haunt him - of all the people he couldn’t save, either with the Stalhud or in the midst of Hagia’s attack.
“Stop,” He rasped, lifting his pale face to the woman who was getting away. “STOP!”
He caught her in a vicious shield, cutting off her line of escape. But the way she turned, as if she had nothing to fear –
She waved her hand in a nonverbal command, and he was swarmed by her men in the blink of an eye, beaten and held down, and something heavy was brutally swung at the back of his head, making him see stars that blinded him and brought him down.
In his wavering pieces of consciousness, his hold over his shield weakened, and he could hear her fist slam against his magic wall like thick panes of glass. He couldn't hold onto it any longer, and the magic shattered under her inhuman assault. She stepped out onto the cobbles, his magic crunching under her heeled feet.
He was struck again, harder this time, and was knocked out cold, deaf to her orders to take him away as a prisoner.
By the time the few honest authorities had shown up, the square was empty, and the effigy of Miriam was fully aflame, scenting the air with the flowers of betrayal burning at her feet.