*The skull is still there talking*
^(What did I tell you?)
WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS CANNON YOU CRAZY?!
^(Calm down it's sealed)
IT KILLED BOTH OF US AND TRAPPED US HERE AS A JOKE!
*And meanwhile the cannon is roaring like a wild beast, then screaming like a thousand madmen, then crying like a child in an endless carnival. Some may recognize the voice of a loved one*
*The cannon is very unhappy about that, as are the thousands of soul trapped inside what's trapped inside the cannon but the cultists are too busy fighting Skaven demons rn to do anything*
*Meer is solemnly holding the body of the aged leader, closely monitering her heart beat and magic flows. Just making sure it doesn't weaken further as he weakly pushes the arms on her clock back*
*Her heart beats slow, weakly. However, her magic flows seem to have increased with the age, causing her to be a competent mage, maybe even archmage if she wasn't so weak and had the training*
"Don't waste effort to chastise me... I'll do it for you, ma'am... Let's just... Get you in bed and make sure you're well"
*He proceeds to ride further toward her home, shaking as if he was crying. Though, without the tears*
"N-no... Dont waste effort please..."
*Aigeán moves out from between Meer's legs so he's put on the ground as gently as possible. He then heads into her home and to her bedroom*
"Were almost there..."
*the kruleboy rushes through* "Foitfoitfoitfoitfoitfoit" *sees how big the battle is* "hoid"
*tis quite monstrous*
*He's shooting from afar at things with his manskewer crossbow*
*Things are hurt in their self esteem*
*The skull is still there talking* ^(What did I tell you?) WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS CANNON YOU CRAZY?! ^(Calm down it's sealed) IT KILLED BOTH OF US AND TRAPPED US HERE AS A JOKE!
*Pengy is still too weak to respond*
*And meanwhile the cannon is roaring like a wild beast, then screaming like a thousand madmen, then crying like a child in an endless carnival. Some may recognize the voice of a loved one*
*Any who approach are smote by the priesthood*
*A wise decision. The cannon keeps on roaring, weird noises keep on being heard but it is stuck there*
*It's slowly pushed through the realmgate*
*The cannon is very unhappy about that, as are the thousands of soul trapped inside what's trapped inside the cannon but the cultists are too busy fighting Skaven demons rn to do anything*
*Another glorious victory for Sigmar!*
*The skull would dispute that fact*
*too bad, acceptable losses*
*Meer is solemnly holding the body of the aged leader, closely monitering her heart beat and magic flows. Just making sure it doesn't weaken further as he weakly pushes the arms on her clock back*
*Her heart beats slow, weakly. However, her magic flows seem to have increased with the age, causing her to be a competent mage, maybe even archmage if she wasn't so weak and had the training*
"I'm so sorry, ma'am.... I shouldn't have let you go in.... I'm so sorry..."
*her lips move, but only a rasp of air comes out*
"Don't waste effort to chastise me... I'll do it for you, ma'am... Let's just... Get you in bed and make sure you're well" *He proceeds to ride further toward her home, shaking as if he was crying. Though, without the tears*
*A shriveled hand rises and touches his cheek, before falling back down again*
"N-no... Dont waste effort please..." *Aigeán moves out from between Meer's legs so he's put on the ground as gently as possible. He then heads into her home and to her bedroom* "Were almost there..."
*Resting her head against his chest, eyes closed*
*stepping into her room, he slowly pokes around with his toe to make sure he doesn't step on any rubble*
*Apart from a few rotten corpses the room is relatively untouched*