The Spellcaster

• Posted by Premier Eden September 5, 2013 - 850 views

              The river's calm water stirred almost incomprehensibly as the feathered head of an Argonian broke the surface slightly, to behold a brutal sight. Corpses littered the side of the river, being feasted upon by a trio of roving trolls, the caravan's carts littering the road in pieces. The Argonian glided through the water, giving no hint to the trolls what was to happen to them, until it was too late. The troll looked up from the corpse, flesh hanging from its jaws, when a fireball smashed into its face, ending the vile creature's life in blood and flame. Roars sounded as the two other trolls stood to face their attacker, only to find more flames flying through the air, burning their mangled hair and scorching their tough hides. The Argonian stood, fire smoldering in his clawed hands, and a frost atronach shouldering its way into this plane of existence, the air chilling as it fully materialized. The trolls roared a challenge, before charging. With a slight nod from the Argonian, the frost atronach lumbered in front of the charging trolls. The distance between the behemoths closed quickly, and soon the atronach raised its club like arm to strike the first of the oncoming trolls.

              The atronach was dissolving back to Oblivion, one of its arms rent asunder from his body and a dead troll at its feet. The Argonian fueled the flames in his hands as the last troll started to lumber towards him, intent on ending him. The Argonian raised his palms as the flames grew in fury around them, fire belching from around his clawed fists. The troll was almost upon him when he opened them, letting the flames explode outwards, engulfing the area in searing flame and heat.