video; un: morgan

[redeemed]

Name: Arthur Morgan
Date: Maiuril 2nd, evening
Format: video

[ The video opens upside-down; it appears the poster hasn't meant to actually use video. For any Witches gifted in Divination or dream-based magic, they may see, for a moment, that it looks like there is a golden glow of sun drenching the landscape, illuminating a stag who looks like it is making its way toward the outskirts of Aefenglom. One blink and it's gone, both stag and sun, and instead there is the sound of labored breathing and the deep blue of the evening - the only things that anyone without those magics would have picked up on. save the distant sight of the north-eastern section of the outer city. ]

Anyone- aw, shit-

[ The low Western drawl of Arthur Morgan clearly marks him as a Mirrorbound, and after a bit of fumbling, the compass is turned. His face, now bearded, still looks pale in the dark; there is dried blood along the line of his hair and running down the side of his cheek from under his hat. ]

Uh, anyone- around? Been out in the woods [ for... a few months... ] getting the lay of the land a bit - it's turning winter in there - and I got into it with one some of them Shades.

[ There's a howl in the distance and Arthur grimaces, drawing a wooden bow with enchantments carved into it. ]

I know they ain't gonna let me back in the city like this.

[ The compass tilts, and what he means by 'like this' is clear; the shadowy marks of a Cwyld infection are spreading from a savage, still-healing, almost definitely infected by more than the Cwyld bite on his opposite arm. ]

Did what I could for it, but with it bein' autumn and then winter out there, couldn't find a lot of the herbs I'd need.

[ Another howl sounds, closer this time - with a second going up to join it. His grimace turns into a scowl, and Arthur notches at arrow. ]

Follow the sound of the howls, I guess-

[ His compass is dropped down, the video bouncing as Arthur takes off at a jog before the feed cuts off. ]

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[zewu_jun]

I will be as swift as I can. Please conserve your strength for the time being.

[ At least he has a sword and some spells that he can make work. ]

If they cannot reach you, then for now it would be best to wait.

[ Normally he could just fly wherever he wanted to go. This is why cultivation is important. At least he does go as fast as he can -- and with light on him, which is a plus. ]

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[redeemed]

I'll see what I can do.

[ Arthur's learned some magic, but- well, he's exhausted, and he hasn't focused in anything specific.

When he does spot the light, however, he'll attempt to draw enough attention to himself to point out the current location of the pack of contaminated coyotes and their Shade leader - in the ruins of the building below him, trying to figure out a way up. Arthur is definitely nervous about this, if the way he keeps glancing at the stairwell behind him is any indication. ]

[zewu_jun]

[Lan Xichen is at least learning some specific spells. One is directing wind, which, while not bringing any hurricanes, does blow a chill that can draw some attention toward himself. The notes of a flute send the magic shooting out like needles through the pack, informing them that there is a new target approaching. He places a torch down when he arrives as a marker, then hurries to the building where Arthur is taking shelter.]

Stay there!

[He calls up, not sure if there are already coyotes inside the ruins and making their way to Arthur, but he draws his sword on the ones he can see.]

[redeemed]

Not a lot of places to go!

[ Arthur calls back, watching as the pack of infected coyotes turn their attention onto this new target. He isn't injured, so they're less bold - splitting up, moving to try and circle the lone swordsman, yipping and howling.

The Shade doesn't appear, which makes Arthur curse under his breath - but he's not going to let his would-be rescuer face the whole pack alone, either. Drawing his bow, he waits until the coyotes are trying to box the man in and then releases an arrow into the canine trying to jump him from behind. Electricity arcs from the shaft, sizzling and crackling and attempting to strike any of the other coyotes within range. ]

Take that, [ Arthur grumbles, even as he leans against the wall on the roof to catch his breath. It's a good spell - but that means it's taken a bit more out of him than it usually would, considering his current condition. ]

[zewu_jun]

[ He's right about that: there isn't much by way of retreat with the coyotes around. And Lan Xichen doesn't know yet how bad Arthur's condition might be. It could be very difficult for them both if they tried to make an escape. With the way the odds looked, apparently violence really was the only recourse.

At least the animals circling him don't seem overly large or assisted by magic like the Shade might be. However, Lan Xichen notices that near miss when Arthur's arrow comes snapping and popping by him, striking down one coyote just before it snaps. He watches the electricity ripple off to the nearby creatures, sending up an acrid smell of burning hair. The edge of his sword comes down as it passes, slicing across through the chaos and cutting into a few of the closest coyotes just before he continues toward the building remains. The rest may regroup soon, but he can gain a bit more distance.]

Sir?

[As he reaches the building, he turns and pulls out the flute again. Even though he's not that experienced yet, he casts the wind spell again, trying to at least create enough of a threat to feel intimidating after they had received repeated injuries to their numbers. Then he turns and hurries up to the roof to check the more important matter of Arthur's health.]

Are you able to stand up?