Arise, children.
The water of the river swelled around the Aegeans, flooding over the banks and pushing the party down the river at a higher rate. Ahead they saw the foundation pillars of a large stone bridge that blocked the passage through the water.
The Aegeans rose to the surface of the river, fins and spines seeming to sprout up like grass from the roiling water's surface, and advanced. They were headed to the land promised to them by their god. They were headed towards a freedom they had never known, and treasures beyond their belief. They were not to be stopped so early in their blessed path.
The surge of determination that arose from every Aegean's faith swelled their chests as they progressed towards the bridge.
The dwarves stationed on the bridge heard the rumblings of the river behind them, and looked up to see the juggernaut of water rushing towards them, the strong shapes of the Aegeans rushing along underneath it. But not underneath for long.
The surge of water crashed into the bridge, sweeping a few of the less attentive guards over the edge and into the river on the other side. As the water moved over the bridge, so did the Aegeans swim down to get speed, and then rocketed themselves upward, shooting over the bridge in a scaled arch, shadowing most of the bridge duw to the sheer number of them.
Some of the more zealous of them grabbed at guards as they flew over, sometimes carrying the dwarf along through sheer might, taking them over the edge to be ripped apart in the water's cold embrace. Others simply crashed into guards, tussling with them as water-slick claws dug into dwarven flesh, as they were too taken aback to draw their weapons in time.
Some of the guards did manage to regain their senses after some time, and loaded their crossbows to fire upon the creatures. However, most of the group was out of range by then, carried downstream by the now-crimson water. The only stragglers were some of the young, who did not yet possess the strength or agility to hurl themselves over the bridge, either swimming about or floating dazedly after failed attempts at clearing the bridge.
These the dwarves took their frustrations out on, and soon the water was tinted an even darker shade of red as the fresh blood mixed with that which had already been spilled. The bridge, now fully above water again, would remain stained red by this event for years to come, a testament for all to see.
The group continued onwards, thinking thoughts of prayer for those too young to make it across. Always moving closer to the land that had been promised them, the parents of those now dead silently mourning their loss.
[OOC] Right, hope you're happy. Now lemme get back to forgetting to add "2EYES" to the body tokens of new creatures. I was wondering why I couldn't see as far...[/OOC]
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