Gaultier's torch fell, and clattered to the stone-cobbled path, scattering sparks. His sword fell too, clanging badly against the rock, against his armor. The tatters of his cloak whipped in a fell wind, and the green light behind him cast its sickly pallor against the sharp edges of his gauntlets.
It crackled and ripped and tore behind him, perhaps a dozen feet from the ground he'd landed upon. Stunned, he rolled to his back, body and the steel that caged it both complaining.
He stared up at it, prone with horror, gauntlets raised to guard his face from the fell light. A few more crackling rents, reality bending around the light, and he wasn't alone -- long, needly fingers prying through the rips in the fade, a Demon used the tear in the veil to begin prying through.
Gaultier wasn't fool enough to think its misshapen body and skull-seeming face were friendly. Shouting an alarmed cry for help, he scrabbled for his pitted sword.
II. WILDCARD [ Whatever you like! Gaultier could easily be mistaken for a rogue templar; he often goes around in full plate. He will be wandering the wilderness alone searching for civilization, seemingly without supplies or aid of any kind. ]
UNKINDLED | DS3
Gaultier's torch fell, and clattered to the stone-cobbled path, scattering sparks. His sword fell too, clanging badly against the rock, against his armor. The tatters of his cloak whipped in a fell wind, and the green light behind him cast its sickly pallor against the sharp edges of his gauntlets.
It crackled and ripped and tore behind him, perhaps a dozen feet from the ground he'd landed upon. Stunned, he rolled to his back, body and the steel that caged it both complaining.
He stared up at it, prone with horror, gauntlets raised to guard his face from the fell light. A few more crackling rents, reality bending around the light, and he wasn't alone -- long, needly fingers prying through the rips in the fade, a Demon used the tear in the veil to begin prying through.
Gaultier wasn't fool enough to think its misshapen body and skull-seeming face were friendly. Shouting an alarmed cry for help, he scrabbled for his pitted sword.
II. WILDCARD
[ Whatever you like! Gaultier could easily be mistaken for a rogue templar; he often goes around in full plate. He will be wandering the wilderness alone searching for civilization, seemingly without supplies or aid of any kind. ]