Okay, it's 10:00 again. Voting's closed.
The current majority out of 2 votes is 2. It is unanimous! The vote says A.
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The sun was climbing the eastern sky as Liceyi and his group crept up on the settlement. The humans had defiled the sacred lands to build their treecorpse-huts for too long, it was time to pay them back for their foul deeds.
As the party approached, a guard on partrol looked and say the group of beasts coming, and cried out in alarm. The unicorn out front lowered its head, the sacred horn in its head pointed outwards, and charged him. The guard readied his crossbow and shot a bolt and the unicorn, burying the bolt deep enough into the divine guardian's chest that it vanished from view. Dark, impossibly deep blood trickled out of the wound, painting a red gash down the creature's front. The unicorn gave a shrill cry of pain, and stumbled slightly as its legs buckled out from underneath it.
Liceyi had known there would be casualities. Had accepted that blood would have to pour from both sides of the battlefield in order to regrow the forest. But no elf can experience the death of a unicorn without feeling rending sorrow in their inner core as creatures of the forest. On this day, one of the divine protectors of the woodland had been mortally wounded. Its blood would be repaid a hundredfold.
The guard slotted another bolt into the crossbow to deal with the rest of the party, but no single bolt can hold back the full might of nature's wrath. The unicorn, although weak on its legs and not long for the world, continued its charge and crashed into the guard, throwing its body into the guard in a last effort at avenging the rampant desecration of the humans.
The guard convulsed, causing his crossbow to fire pointlessly into the unicorn's already-dead hoof. Blood flowed from the wound in which the unicorn's holy spiek had embedded itself, and the red water of life painted a mirror of the unicorn's own marring on the guard's armor.
Liceyi came up to the entwined foes, and recited a short prayer in the unicorn's name. The other animals gathered around him then, and Liceyi looked at his remaining allies.
"Attack. Let their blood grow the grass."
And the battle for Snakesscrubs began.
They charged the main square, striking down peasants as they came. Some fled, some stood still in shock, and others turned to fight. All these were met with fang, claw, horn, hoof, and dreadful rage. The unicorns trotted through the crowds, their horns dripping bright crimson as they plunged their horns into the peasants they passed on their charges. The wolves bit and snapped at the humans, tearing away great chunks of flesh before the bear ambled his peculiar gait along and ripped the heads straight from the necks of the townsfolk.
But there were individuals within the mindless swarm of humans that proved dangerous. A wolf's nose was broken by the kicking of one peasant, and the unicorns had already been pummeled by the humans significantly.
But the animals still held the upper hand in this attack, and the croawd was slowly dwindling as the peasants were left impaled by horns or torn ragged by snarling teeth.
The massacre continued, and the humasn fell to the pure wild might of the attackers. But, as is with most things in life, it was not without cost. A second of the unicorns was dragged down by the humans and its bones bashed by their fists and feet. Yet another item on the list of beautiful things trampled by their careless feet and senseless brutality.
The fight carried on, and Liceyi bloodied his own club with the life of the humans who struck at the unicorn. It was only after slaying one of them that Liceyi noticed a change in the behaviour of the peasants. They had stopped running.
More townsfolk came rushing out to the killing fields to battle the encroaching wilderness. Few carried anything more than the clothes on their backs, and yet they were still willing to throw themselves into the chaos of battle against far stronger foes. Liceyi had stopped fighting for long enough to attempt discerning the reason behind this unusual response. And then a white-robed figure stepped onto the field, and all was made clear.
The zeal that had been sparked inside these makeshift warriors was impressive, and the fighting continued to rage, blood spraying onto the grass to form pools and rivers of sanguine liquid. Still the forest warriors fought on, striking down the humans with an ease that seemed to be dwindling.
---------------*~*The dream takes on an odd quality...*~*-----------------
Liceyi just got splattered by some peasants. The last save I have is from before they enter the village. It's already midnight right now, so I'm going to call it quits for now and resume tomorrow. That is, of course, if you want me to try again. I could always just start a different character, but it somehow seems to me that Liceyi wasn't quite ready to die.
I'm invoking a split in reality until the issue is resolved. Good night everybody.
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