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Magnus sat in the wagon with Azalie at his side. It was dawn, noonish. The six wagon convoy sat at the gates of the Rouges pass. Warriv was at the driver's seat, ready to get under way. It was a one week ride to their destination. Cain sat in the lead wagon as well, the sooner he was gone the better. The gate rose and the journey were on. Magnus was dressed in clothing similar to Warriv, turban and all. He didn't seem to mind, he was cooler in the clothes than the robes he wore. The wagons had many provisions, especially water.
Night fell upon the convoy and every one was glad it happened. They preferred the cold to the heat. They decided that from now on, travel by night. They ate a cold dinner and relaxed. Warriv made a check of all the wagons while Cain snoozed in the wagon. Magnus practiced by the light of the moon. Azalie watched as he went through the movements with his eyes closed. The camp was not much but, it was better than a kick in the arse. Magnus finished his practice and sat next to the first human he ever met. She leaned against him, "How long do you think it will take to get rid of Diablo and the others?" she asked. He gave a shrug, "Who knows, and I don't really care at the moment. I'm happy right now. No creatures attacking, no silly quests, you right by my side." He said. She smiled, "thank you" she said. He looked at her to find her asleep. He picked her up and gently placed her in the wagon they were using. He smiled, "Who needs heaven, I don't want to go back anymore. I got her and that is all that matters." He said as his wings wrapped around them both.
Next morning Azalie awoke to find that she was wrapped up in Magnus's wings. She looked into his sleeping face. She hated to move but she needed to. She slowly untangled herself from the sleeping angel. Trying not to awaken him. She succeeded in getting out without trouble. Magnus barely even shifted during her escape. She was greeted by the morning sun, and 78 degree heat. She got in the wagon and got out of her black clothes and into something not so warm. She returned to find a now awake angel, "Morning? Coffee made?" he asked. She gave a shrug, "Hell if I know, I just got up and am changing into something not as hot" she said. Magnus nodded, "That is why I always wear my amulet, fire resistance isn't just for fire" he said. Azalie frowned, "That is how you stay cool? A resistance amulet?" she asked. He nodded, "That and a natural tolerance" he said. Azalie threw a pillow at him, "You are a dirty cheater, while I'm melting you stay cool" she said. He caught the pillow, "So it's going to be that way, well two can play" He swung the pillow like a sword, "Ready?" he asked. She picked up another pillow, "Bring it on" she said. And the pillow war was on.
Cain turned towards the sound coming from the wagon behind him, The sounds of the pillow war could be heard. Magnus fell out the back of the wagon, pillow in hand, "OK, I yield. You are the greater pillow warrior." He said. Cain began to laugh, "Trouble in paradise?" he asked. Magnus shook his head, "Nope, just a little harmless fun." Magnus turned to the wagon, "Now if you will excuse me, I have an opponent to teach who is the better." He said. "I heard that you sore loser" Azalie said as she left the wagon, "Don't make me have to beat you again." She said. Magnus gazed at her attire, gray silk night clothes, the fabric was some what see through. Magnus grinned, "Very nice, I like it" he said. Azalie smiled, "are you sure you aren't part demon? I have never met such a lecherous angel" she asked. Magnus stood tall, "I am an archangel, and we are allowed more leeway in such matters. Besides, I am here, not in heaven" he stated.
That evening, the convoy started again. Warriv looked skyward to check direction. Magnus flew above the wagon train, scanning the area for dangers. His massive wings held no glow; they blended in with the sky. The night seemed peaceful, but appearances can be deceiving. Magnus stopped, he knew something was there, a spear flew past his head. "We got trouble!" he shouted. The wagons stopped and Azalie left the wagon with mace and shield at the ready. Saber cats seem to come out of no were and surrounded the convoy. Magnus's wings flashed white as he called forth lightning. The bolt crackled into existence with a purpose, it struck one and it seemed to arch to others. Twelve cats fell and twelve took there place. Skeletons and a golem charged out to protect their mistress. Magnus hacked and cast spells, trying to defend the wagon train. He saw something he didn't expect, a wave of flame came from behind him and tore through the cats. Magnus turned to see a tired Cain, "Thanks" he said to the elder. Cain gave a nod ad he downed a bottle of blue liquid. Walls of flame encircled the wagons. Magnus smiled as he charged into the main mass of cats. Whips cracked in air as he charged with two swords. He pointed both swords forward, he drilled through many unlucky cats who didn't move. Azalie turned a spear aside with her shield as she struck the exposed saber cat. As many as they slayed, two more took its place. "They are endless!" she cried. Magnus growled, "That's it, I'VE HAD IT!" he shouted. His wings turned crimson, a torrent or flame and lightning erupted forth with rage and frustration. As hard as the saber cats tried to extinguish the fires, the flames continued as if alive. The saber cats retreated with Magnus's second volley. Magnus dropped to one knee, "Damn, that was a workout," he said as he passed out.
Magnus sat in the wagon with Azalie at his side. It was dawn, noonish. The six wagon convoy sat at the gates of the Rouges pass. Warriv was at the driver's seat, ready to get under way. It was a one week ride to their destination. Cain sat in the lead wagon as well, the sooner he was gone the better. The gate rose and the journey were on. Magnus was dressed in clothing similar to Warriv, turban and all. He didn't seem to mind, he was cooler in the clothes than the robes he wore. The wagons had many provisions, especially water.
Night fell upon the convoy and every one was glad it happened. They preferred the cold to the heat. They decided that from now on, travel by night. They ate a cold dinner and relaxed. Warriv made a check of all the wagons while Cain snoozed in the wagon. Magnus practiced by the light of the moon. Azalie watched as he went through the movements with his eyes closed. The camp was not much but, it was better than a kick in the arse. Magnus finished his practice and sat next to the first human he ever met. She leaned against him, "How long do you think it will take to get rid of Diablo and the others?" she asked. He gave a shrug, "Who knows, and I don't really care at the moment. I'm happy right now. No creatures attacking, no silly quests, you right by my side." He said. She smiled, "thank you" she said. He looked at her to find her asleep. He picked her up and gently placed her in the wagon they were using. He smiled, "Who needs heaven, I don't want to go back anymore. I got her and that is all that matters." He said as his wings wrapped around them both.
Next morning Azalie awoke to find that she was wrapped up in Magnus's wings. She looked into his sleeping face. She hated to move but she needed to. She slowly untangled herself from the sleeping angel. Trying not to awaken him. She succeeded in getting out without trouble. Magnus barely even shifted during her escape. She was greeted by the morning sun, and 78 degree heat. She got in the wagon and got out of her black clothes and into something not so warm. She returned to find a now awake angel, "Morning? Coffee made?" he asked. She gave a shrug, "Hell if I know, I just got up and am changing into something not as hot" she said. Magnus nodded, "That is why I always wear my amulet, fire resistance isn't just for fire" he said. Azalie frowned, "That is how you stay cool? A resistance amulet?" she asked. He nodded, "That and a natural tolerance" he said. Azalie threw a pillow at him, "You are a dirty cheater, while I'm melting you stay cool" she said. He caught the pillow, "So it's going to be that way, well two can play" He swung the pillow like a sword, "Ready?" he asked. She picked up another pillow, "Bring it on" she said. And the pillow war was on.
Cain turned towards the sound coming from the wagon behind him, The sounds of the pillow war could be heard. Magnus fell out the back of the wagon, pillow in hand, "OK, I yield. You are the greater pillow warrior." He said. Cain began to laugh, "Trouble in paradise?" he asked. Magnus shook his head, "Nope, just a little harmless fun." Magnus turned to the wagon, "Now if you will excuse me, I have an opponent to teach who is the better." He said. "I heard that you sore loser" Azalie said as she left the wagon, "Don't make me have to beat you again." She said. Magnus gazed at her attire, gray silk night clothes, the fabric was some what see through. Magnus grinned, "Very nice, I like it" he said. Azalie smiled, "are you sure you aren't part demon? I have never met such a lecherous angel" she asked. Magnus stood tall, "I am an archangel, and we are allowed more leeway in such matters. Besides, I am here, not in heaven" he stated.
That evening, the convoy started again. Warriv looked skyward to check direction. Magnus flew above the wagon train, scanning the area for dangers. His massive wings held no glow; they blended in with the sky. The night seemed peaceful, but appearances can be deceiving. Magnus stopped, he knew something was there, a spear flew past his head. "We got trouble!" he shouted. The wagons stopped and Azalie left the wagon with mace and shield at the ready. Saber cats seem to come out of no were and surrounded the convoy. Magnus's wings flashed white as he called forth lightning. The bolt crackled into existence with a purpose, it struck one and it seemed to arch to others. Twelve cats fell and twelve took there place. Skeletons and a golem charged out to protect their mistress. Magnus hacked and cast spells, trying to defend the wagon train. He saw something he didn't expect, a wave of flame came from behind him and tore through the cats. Magnus turned to see a tired Cain, "Thanks" he said to the elder. Cain gave a nod ad he downed a bottle of blue liquid. Walls of flame encircled the wagons. Magnus smiled as he charged into the main mass of cats. Whips cracked in air as he charged with two swords. He pointed both swords forward, he drilled through many unlucky cats who didn't move. Azalie turned a spear aside with her shield as she struck the exposed saber cat. As many as they slayed, two more took its place. "They are endless!" she cried. Magnus growled, "That's it, I'VE HAD IT!" he shouted. His wings turned crimson, a torrent or flame and lightning erupted forth with rage and frustration. As hard as the saber cats tried to extinguish the fires, the flames continued as if alive. The saber cats retreated with Magnus's second volley. Magnus dropped to one knee, "Damn, that was a workout," he said as he passed out.