"Charitable Renegades, push forward, make them realize the error of their ways!" yelled a strikingly beautiful elf woman, wielding a glimmering elfish blade that shimmered with divine light and energies. Princess Rallathia Silverwood, Heir to the Wooded Throne, Uniter of a Broken People, Embodiment of Rillifane Rallathial, and leader of a band of misbegotten, fairly successful adventurers known as the Charitable Renegades led a counter attack. Simply being in the cleric's presence was enough to draw heart from the stragglers she'd pulled. That her divine blessings flowed free only further stoked their courage and heart.
It certainly didn't hurt that Rallathia looked as if she'd stepped from a song. Brilliant coppery hair had been tied back into an intricate elfish battle braid, the inlays of gold making it seem to flash like the dawn. Her face spoke of a stroking beauty, the lines of years of royal lineage etched upon her fine elfish features. Sharply pointed ears stuck slightly out and back. Hazel colored eyes nearly glowed with the channeled powers of divine energy. The armor she wore had been constructed of enchanted wood, formed into intricate links by blessed smiths. It hid the body beneath, though most could guess at the fine female frame. Indeed, it was said the princess possessed a slightly more curvy body than most elves; not nearly that of a human's, but with flared hips and impressive breasts. Her armor hid it, and belied the strength she must use to wield her weapons.
But no armor could hide that beauty, or the look of determination. "These orcs shall not have this village, not today!" she pronounced, inwardly glowing at being able to say such things in perfect context, with full meaning. She channeled divine energies into a charging orc, before twirling, ending another with her deft blade, proving herself to be a front line fighter indeed. As she bent down to finish the orc, a brilliant lance of eldritch energy crackled above her.
"Fucker almost got you," said a decidedly more raspy voice. The bedraggled half-elf behind Rallathia ducked away, dodging return fire. The thin female looked less like a viable threat and more like another of the civilians nearly trembling among the trained fighters. Her armor hung loose about a thin frame, seemingly cobbled together and mismatched. Her body had little of the outward feminine charm or slant, despite her combined lineage. She looked nearly angular. One dark eye looked out from her head, the place where the other would be hidden by a long shock of blood red hair. On the opposite side of her head, the hair had been shorn short, enough to show her scalp beneath. The slightly pointed, heavily pierced ear on that side showed her heritage more truly than anything else. There was still a sharp beauty to her, in her pale body and in the slight feminine curves. She moved with experience, crackling with arcane power.
"Not sure we should be fuckin' doin' a stand here, Rally or no," she said, ducking again as Rally drew her weapon. "These fuckers gotta have a leader. Take him out and--"
"Priority is on keeping the villagers safe," grunted Rallathia. "Buying them time so Chastity and Baeeyl can usher them to freedom.
Indeed, the other two Renegades were doing precisely that. "Come along now people, you don't want to be here when the orcs do their thing!" yelled a drow, waving her arms. Many balked as they first saw Baeeyl, likely thinking her to be a member of the dark forces. She certainly possessed the coal black skin of the more malevolent elves. Two red eyes shown out from a determined face. And the pure white hair had been pulled back into a matching set of twinned braids. However, a closer look would note the wild splashes of color throughout that hair, streaks of blue and green and other natural eyes, including at least one noticeable handprint. The skin was similarly colored, with whirls and designs purposefully covering her. Most of that seemed to serve as her primary armor, as if the thin elf was counting on some other force to protect her. Her tall, willowy build likely wouldn't help protect from much, though her near lack of a bust may deter some monsters. Armor of bark and tree, seemingly sewn with natural fibers and web covered her.
"Yes, I know, I'm a big, scary dark elf," Bae said, before waving a hand, channeling the powers of nature to creature an entangling spell, "I'm also trying to get you all---yes, let's try running that way," she started waving the villagers. "Stupid humans; rather deal with sheep," she mumbled under her breath, before frowning. "Hey, Chastity, where are you? You're not---"
"I'm not looting!" chimed an overly cheery voice. A curvy tiefling appeared from inside a house, carrying several children on her body. It made for a bit of an odd image, for the teenage rogue dressed the most saliciously out of their party. A leather top covered at least the upper portion of her torso, the black leather keeping things from being seen, and her impressive chest well supported. The laces in front strained to keep it together, and it almost looked like the fabric dug into the nearly copious amount of breast flesh available. The hands holding the children were covered in long, finger-less gloves up to the elbows. An expanse of stomach separated her top from the bottoms. Said bottoms looked more like a wide belt than a decent covering, the swatch of leather stretching taut over the tiefling's wide hips and impressive, heart shaped ass. She'd clearly opted for a low waistband to allow her prehensile, devilish tail free rein out the back. A set of black mesh leggings came next, ducking under a pair of enchanted long lace up boots that came past her knee.
Oh, and she happened to be midnight blue, which was usually what people noticed first. Dottings of white freckles looked almost like stars, crossing over her nose, with a few seeming to hint toward her loins (which were utterly hairless, a fact that the low slung shorts probably would've proved). Her deep blue eyes had an innocence about them that grew with the children in her, and her face had a slight roundness that spoke to her youth. Two horns stood alongside her head, curled almost like a ram's, and almost looking like handles. A shock of short, dark blue almost black hair had been cut around her ears, slightly curling. Now children tugged at the horns.
"Had ta get th' crotch goblins," she said, flicking a tail. She winced, hearing a noise behind her. "Ya thinkin' th' whole---"
"Yeah, they're fine," said Bae, looking in the distance, knowing they'd split the party. "Rally could probably take all the orcs herself if she wanted. Shame that they wouldn't talk; probably have some cool things to say," the drow almost wanted to switch sides, if, you know, there wasn't all this burning. "C'mon, we need to get as many people out of here as we can," she gestured for the civilians to start running, hoping the plan more or less worked to their favor.
It was... weird though. Bae thought she could detect a kind of familiar odor in the air. And while she heard some cries, she thought she heard something... else that was vaguely familiar. She'd heard rumors that the monsters were behaving differently, and she was curious, but this was...
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