Stormguard Bulwark
Description
While armour makes it impossible for a magician to perform magic, a skilled battle-mage can get great use from a shield, even one that is not enchanted. A stormguard bastion is usually decorated with tempest jade, and painted with pigment infused with iridescent gloaming. Feresh, the rune of majesty, is often marked twice on these shields, to symbolise the enhancement of both the wielder’s magical and martial prowess. Despite the name Mawrig, rune of Storms is almost never used on these shields, as it also represents disaster. It is said that anyone going into battle with Mawrig on their Bulwark as it will bring them and those who fight with them only ruination.
Like many other powerful objects, the first stormguard bulwarks were devised in Wintermark. In the early days of the union between the three peoples, a Suaq scop’s description of a storm, containing both the physical power of the wind and rain and the more mysterious power of thunder and lightning, inspired a Runesmith to create a shield which would empower both body and mind. When the scop was shown the shield, she said that even the storm would need to guard itself against one bearing such a marvel, thus giving the design its name. It is said that the best stormguards must be finished beneath the raging clouds of a thunderstorm. For this reason many artisans leave a small part of it unpainted or undecorated for days or weeks, waiting for a storm to pass overhead so that they can complete it in the proper conditions.
Now these shields are most frequently employed by the warcasters of the Imperial Orc legions. They are often painted to make their comrades’ shields, which makes the warcasters’ spells all the more surprising among a battle line of warriors. Countless barbarian orcs have spent their final seconds frozen in place, staring down the rod of an unexpected warcaster while another foe cuts open their belly. Runesmiths and War Witches are the other major users of stormguard bulwarks, but battle-mages in other lands occasionally use these shields along with a rod.
Rules
- Form: shield (Talisman). You cannot make a stormguard bulwark that is a buckler.
- Effect: While you wield this shield you gain one additional rank of both the endurance skill and one additional point of personal mana.
- Materials: Crafting a stormguard bulwark requires nine ingots of orichalcum, seven ingots of tempest jade and seven measures of iridescent gloaming. It takes one month to make one of these items.
The landslide that had buried the six of them and half their travelling kit, forcing them to abort the hunt, had left her covered in clinging mud and in a dark mood that would not leave her until she had fought something. It was bad enough that when the young gryphon had attacked the group she had been trapped up to her shoulders in mud, face-down in a river of rainwater, fighting to breathe.
After the fourth turn of the glass, in the dead of night, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had started. The dripping from the rain-soaked shelter came irregularly, a pitter-patter that only stoked her irritation further.
When it returned, therefore, she relished the opportunity to take its hide for her own.
She heard wingbeats pass overhead, though she saw no hint of it. It must have come back up the valley. She knew it was hurt already, but it would have gotten over the wounds from the earlier battle. The venom that coursed through its veins from Gnaeus’ lucky spell, however, would not have gone. That was why it had returned at night. A desperate outcast from its pride, it thought to catch them sleeping.
It would catch only its death, Theodora swore to herself.
She listened to it circle not far overhead, showing no sign that she knew it was there. It wouldn’t attack if it knew there was someone awake, so she sat perfectly still, ready to turn and face it, and waited for the wingbeats to stop.
They did.
She spun and raised her Stormguard Bulwark, and the beast crashed talons-first into her. It yowled in frustration and pulled itself to its feet at the same time as she recovered her stance, and the two faced off against one another. Never try to take a gryphon on alone, Castor had told her when they set out. The over-cautious old fish might as well have slapped her in the face.
She took a step toward it – there was no darting in and out in this mud – and held her shield out at the extent of her reach. It was lighter and more mobile than she was; best find out what it thought its range was. Another step and it slashed at her shield. Good.
She feinted a lunge towards it, and when its counter-slash met only air, it faltered. She knocked it across the beak with her rod, and it shook its head.
Then, with a flap of its great wings, it pounced on her.
She managed to keep the shield between her throat and its beak, which was what really mattered, though its powerful back legs raked her thighs. She clubbed it with her rod once, twice, and on the third blow it reared back and gave her the chance she needed. With a heave and a shout she rolled it off herself and cast the healing spell she now urgently needed.
Stumbling to her feet, she met its charge again with her shield. It bit at the top of her shield and pulled hard, as if trying to tear it from her grip, and she kept striking viciously at it with the green-iron tip of her rod. Eventually it let go and snapped at her face, taking a chunk of flesh, before she bodily heaved it away onto the ground.
Theodora reeled and fought for the concentration she needed to heal herself again. The absurdity of it struck her then; how like a disobedient dog it had seemed, pulling at her shield like a toy. She laughed a slightly manic laugh and raised her rod, ready to fight again. This was battle as it should be. She could deal with it at range, and she could deal with it close-to. She controlled her surroundings, and the magic that her shield extended around her would keep her standing easily long enough to deal with such a pathetic little beast. She laughed again, a challenging laugh, a laugh in the beaked face of danger.
Then two arrows zipped past her and sank into the gryphon with a thunk. It fell with barely a sound, thrashed briefly, and lay still.
Theodora spun round to find the others awake, the strings of Girgis and Ignatios’ bows still trembling. Castor stood behind them, a look of absolute thunder on his blue face.
Theodora opened her mouth to protest, and then bit back the words. It took a lot for Castor to lose his poise. Then again, she’d lost hers somewhat. Laughing in battle and all.
She was probably overdue the lecture she was about to get.
Still, it had entirely been worth it.