Dirtcarver Migration

Pov ( White )

Timeline ( 8th season 3rd Act )

※ For every journey we take. it's an inevitability, to go back to where all of it, had begun. And this is one of those chances. . . ※

White : " I See you're true colorssss shining trueee. . . . . "

Background : " Clap clap clap. . . "

Art : " ( Sigh ). . . well atleast we have some music. . . how has it been?. . . "

A male weaver spoke sounding rather bored. . . he wore a red studded gambeson, it looks like a light plate armor. . . it consists of pauldrens, greaves and chestpiece. . . the gambeson was studded using Hard stone

And as his mantle he wore a simple un-blooded Robe that's been marked by his master . . . and mask that only covers his cheek and two of his lesser eyes and his mouth. . . ※

The one how spoke was one of my companions, hes called Arttian Masson but everyone just calls him art. . . hes the one how made my instrument. . . and other stuff. . .

This. . . pilgrimage is use as a final test to all the guardian apprentices.

A pilgrimage that makes young un-blooded Weavers into the warriors of there race. . . atleast that's how Uncle Hunter, told me its purpose is. . . but in reality it's more of a camping trip for young people. . .

As I heard the guards, and some elders, spoke and bantered, about it while they drunk Mushroom wine and Moss wheat ale. . .

Good times, very good times. . . ha ha ha. . . I shouldn't have made Cecilia drink so much. . . back then she was so angry at me, when she woke up not bed.

I sat at a shell cart, being pulled by glow worm type beast. . . while I played songs that I repurposed from my past life. . .

I play music just because everyone seem to enjoy listening to it, while we travel this cavernous tunnels. . .

White : " Alright Art let me check. . .yeah its only been a few hours. . . what? have you already got bored of my ( I strumed my Stone guitar ). "

I showed him my smile as I took of mask. . . it was predatory . . . I had spiked carnivores teeth. . . A trait I could naturally control off course. . .

I peer through his eyes, showed mixture of fear and shock. . . and then. . .

Background : " Ha ha aha ha . . . "

The others laughed at his expression, and yes I too joined in. . . he's just so easy to scare. . . and off course he was embarrassed. . .

Vel : " Ha ha ha White play nice. ( she pressed one of her hands on my shoulder. )we can't have you scaring our mates now, can we? "

The girl how spoke was Velvet Spinner. . . she's a freind, and the one how tailored my jacket. . . she's very talented at what she do.

She wears a more eneccentric, version of our Apprentice robes, the robes they. . . yes it does cover her, but it still shows her body. . .

its almost see through in design, but in reality it's a lot more tougher against piercing damage than the armor Arttian wears. . .

Its quite odd so I asked her about it. . . and the only thing she said was that it was a family heirloom, a treasure obtain from an ancient creature. . .

And also shes Arttian's girlfriend. . . there actually a cute pare. . .

I thought as I un-sheathed my teeth, making them lose there carnivorous trait. becoming less intimidating. . .

White : " ( Sigh ). . . alright you don't need to give me those eyes Vel, ha ha ha. . . "

I placed back my mask after giving them a last smile. . . she sighed aswell and joined Art after giving him a head slap. . .

they've both went too the front, of the caravan. . .

Cecilia : " White should really stop bullying Art so much. . . even though its funny. "

She crept at my side and spoke, shes Cecilia Ovens my first freind after arriving at the weavers den. . .

She was dressed in a traditional un-blooded pilgrimage Robes. . . It was white and made purely out of strengthen weavers silk. . . it covers her whole body. . .

And her mask, its a traditional weaver mask, those worn to specifically protect the lesser eyes of weavers. . .

White : " ha ha ha. . . alright I'll stop, so do you want to any thing specific?. . . "

I asked as I ones again drawn my guitar. . . as we steadily move . . .

Celia : " Ha ha oh? shouldn't the great bard know my favorite~ "

She said cheekily, as I felt she given me a smirk. . .

I bowed as I answered.

White : " Of course lady Celia, please it be my pleasure for you to listen. 🎼 🎶 🎶 "

I gave her wink. . .

White Music : " Oh baby I love.

Your madness! Ohhh

It's all incredebly beautiful

Owoa

You shine like gold

So selfless to all

And wild I get anymore

Oahh "

I sang for her actually I played my music for everyone. . . so we won't get too bored on road. . .

But after a few more hours of traveling. . . I stopped and stood up.

Art : " Hey white? I there a problem. . . "

White : " I don't know. . . "

I immediately weaved a sensory spell and casted it on the ground as I do. . . it made me frown. . . I started to yell.

White : " Everyone! Ready Strings we have Incoming!. . . "

everyone was stunned at first. . . and stood silently, but they too felt vibrations, so they did what I yelled. . .

Scar : " Its matter of time, quick connect the wagons and make a circle, String master take sentry. . . "

The one how shouted orders, was the caravan guard Master, hes the one responsible for us until we reached the spider clans capital. . .

Hes also a black claw spider, just like widow. . . he wore nothing showing off his black shelled carapace.

hes orders where understood by the rest of the guardsmen, all 10 of them wore studded weaver silk gambeson.

But unlike there leader they where all Sharp claw Spiders. . . A weaker variant of Widow's species, they don't posses the same level of strength or protective shell. . . or the famous back claws of Widow's species.

but they do have a higher level of reproduction A fun fact I've learned in the libraries. . . and also they only have 4 arms.

All the guards did what they where ordered to do, as they drawn there shells and nails. . . while making a lose circle.

The Weavers responded differently. . . Cecilia and Velvet took out there Stringed Roots ( Bows ) and climbed up the wagons becoming a rudimentary sentry. . .

Arttian off course joined the circle of guards. . . as they waited at the ready.

I myself kept busy on queuing up spells weaving together the Soul in the air.

Then I felt it hundreds, maybe even thousands of legs crawling on the dirt ground. . .

And they burst out an, uncountable number of Black shelled Dirtcarvers, charging right into us like a wave on the ocean. . .

Everyone started to panic just seeing the mass number of them. . . but the cool and collected guard master yelled.

Scar : " Weavers take the wagons and go. . . Everyone Else! Take point. . . "

He said it with resolution in his voice. . .

Art : " No! we can't just leave you all too. . . "

Scar slapped him out off it. . . and then he spoke again.

Scar : " We don't have time, I promised the weavers to protect all of you so go. . run survive. . . White! Catch. "

He tossed a crest amulet at me as I was still on top of one of the wagons. . . as I caught it he spoke again.

Scar : " Take it and run. . . Go! "

they the Dirtcarvers where now a lot closer . . . this time Arttian listened and ran . . . the other young weavers had already gone ahead.

Only me, Vel, Celia and Art was left and a singular wagon. . . pulled by a glow worm.

Background : " Ahhhh. . Ahhh! No no! "

Scar : " Hold the line men. . . ugh. . . "

we moved fast, and covered our ears to the screams of the battling bugs. . .

I didn't do what they've done, I looked back and saw the horror. . .

each warrior had made there own hill of corpses. . . and the one with the largest pile was Scar, even with three of his claws gone.

He still fought killing dozens every minute, but eventually he too was over runned I. . .I didn't want him to suffer so I took Celia's Bow, she really didn't care, she was to busy stopping he tears. . .

But they noticed, the action that I was about to undertake, and the only thing they did was watch. . . with breathless silence.

I knocked My. . . I mean Celia's costume black Stone arrow that I designed. . . too store large amounts of soul in, atleast compared to its predecessors. . .

I weaved as much volatile, spells as I can in the air and then forced all of it inside the arrow sealed it. . . making it an experimental bomb. . .

White : " I'm White, The one Born from Void, and I. . . give you Peace. . . "

I Said as I realised the arrow at the struggling Scar, while his body still moved, surrounded by a horde of both living and dead Black Dirtcarvers. . .

It made no sound as it flew. . . and then nothing. . . it's aim was true, though as it stroke the heart of scar, as he faced us in his final moment's and gave us a smile. . . as white blood dripped from his mouth. . .

Then my spells where realised. . . making all of my companions. . . ha ha ha show the appropriate respond. . .

My bomb was fairly Chaotic to say the least. . . at first it started a soul storm. . . lacerating everything in it. . .

And then it became a tornado blendering everything caught in its path. . .

Then it ignited that's where my prideful smile turned and made me sweat. . . and yell.

White : " F*ck Sh*t Hell. . . dammit everyone brace you're selves hi'ya "

Background : " ( Explosion sounds. )

I rushed our worm as fast as he can until we've reached a gallery, immediately went inside one of the forking tunnels. . .

As we ride Hundreds of explosion rang at our back . . . and then everything collapsed around us. . . until was left darkness. . .