Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161201013236/@comment-26444332-20161209002627

A man steps out of the woods, a black longbow with steel reinforcements in his hands. His hair is stark white, his eyes are stormy grey, and he is clothed in black, with a red overcoat.

'Archer.' Alastríona mutters.

'Crystal of Chanting Psalms, Burning-Eyed Huntress,' he calls, nodding to them. 'Flame of Heaven,' he addresses Alister. 'I have been employed by the Arcadians to cease the hurts caused by war with Dannerfall. You have been one of the causes of the acceleration of that war; It is therefore my duty to defeat you.'

Alastríona begins murmuring under her breath.

'Noble King of Consuming Fire, hear my call, and come to me...'

'Give it up, Archer,' Elspeth says, sighing. 'You must know you're not strong enough.'

'...In return, I shall be the scabbard to your blade...'

'On the contrary, Elspeth Ní'Flannagáin, I am more than strong enough.'

'...Serve me, heed the contract...'

With that, red light bursts from his hand, forming into a short sword, the blade twisted and cylindrical like a jousting lance. He fits it to his bow, scarlet light pulsing around him for a moment.

'Caladbolg!' he shouts, releasing the arrow.

'Clarent!' Alastríona shouts, and a brilliant silver knight's sword appears, the golden crossguard gleaming with light, the rubies shining with hidden flame.

The Projection of Caladbolg is slashed out of the air, fading away like a mirage.

'Go, all of you,' she says to the questers. 'We have this.'