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Post by Ai on Aug 29, 2004 23:00:18 GMT -5
As Mablung stepped onto the lava, instead of falling, he stayed above the magma, on a seemingly invisible bridge.
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Post by Nowhere Man on Aug 29, 2004 23:06:40 GMT -5
*Lomar stood over the body of the dead troll, hours later. He tugged at the strap of the provisions bag around his neck thoughtfully.* Heh. Whoever did this was quite skilled... Too bad I never got to see the actual fight. Maybe we could have raced to see who killed it first. That would have been fun. Oh well, on to people and parts unknown. *Lomar continued on, heading west down the road, following the winds.*
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Post by Triyun on Aug 29, 2004 23:09:05 GMT -5
Mablung walked forward staggering slowly across the bridge through the pillar of flame, he removed his blade from his torso and put the leaf in his mouth allowing himself to recover. He looked around for the next trial.
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Post by Rose on Aug 29, 2004 23:30:29 GMT -5
"Ah, you have special powers, then," Aurora said, a bit surprised that someone other than herself possessed powers that were considered out of the ordinary. "I know how that feels."
Aurora almost instantly realized what she just said and she suddenly stopped, panicking.
"Um ... what I meant to say is that I can imagine how that feels. It must be terrible!" Aurora said with a very nervous giggle.
Not even an hour out of Vane and I'm about to give away my secret! I'm going to have to be more careful.
"Anyway, could we stop to take a break somewhere? My legs are aching! That's what I get for not exercising enough," Aurora said as cheerfully as possible.
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Post by Naz T Mann on Aug 29, 2004 23:53:23 GMT -5
Damn it's cold up in these mountains. That town sounds good right about now. Damn trolls.
Slade stopped for a minute. He looked around, and felt the wind to catch his bearings. The ground began to rumble at an increasing intensity. Slade began running again.
Since when can a Sasquatch run so fast. I can't keep this pace in this cold. I'm gonna need to find some shelter, and if I don't take this guy down he'll find me later.
Slade stopped as he grabbed his long bow and took it of his shoulder. He gripped the hold with both of his left arms as he drew an arrow with each of his right arms. He stood, arrows readied, staring at the top of the rise ahead of him. The ground began to shake violently. Slade breathed in, as the beast came running over the rise. The 20 foot monster was coming faster than Slade expected, and he fired prematurely. The first arrow merely grazed its thigh, but the second hit its mark piercing the beast's knee. The beast stumbled, and looked at its knee. It pulled the arrow out of its knee, and looked up back at Slade, to see Slade ready with two more arrows. Slade released the bow string, as both arrows fly straight into the beast's forehead. The sasquatch's head flys back, blood freezing to its fur before it can even drop to te ground. As its head comes back down, Slade is standing in front of him with one of his blades drawn in his upper right arm. Slade slices the beast's head off, and the body falls forward. Slade sheaths his sword and puts his long bow back on his shoulder. He grabs the arm of the dead monster, and drags it towards a nearby cave.
This guy's fur should make a good coat and blankets. I passed Nanza Pass about 2 hours ago, so i should be getting towards the end of these mountains. I'll be glad to get out of this damn snow.
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Post by DarkAries on Aug 30, 2004 0:41:36 GMT -5
It had taken two days for Requiem's band of enslaved souls to hunt every last child of the doomed town of Lyton. The desperate villiagers had run far, as well, into the plains around the town...but not down into the caves.
Requiem had found that very interesting.
He had summoned up skeletal horses for his warriors, allowing them to ride down the last of the townspeople, sealing his secret away forever.
His warriors had returned quickly, only to be ripped from the mortal realm again into the Sorceror's Soul Ring, as if they had never been. He had busied himself in Lyton's small library since them, reading the books and scrolls despite his inability to see the words, gathering every ounce of knowledge from the town.
When his Elvish captain, Kastuma, returned, Requiem was standing outside the library, his Tartauros Fire already conjured and sliding from hand to hand.
Kastuma went to one knee behind him. "Master."
The fire went out almost instantly. Requiem frowned with annoyance, then turned back to the Enslaved Soul. "Kastuma...have they all returned?"
Kastuma remained on his knees. "Yes, my master."
"And all of those who once lived in this town?"
"Ridden down, my lord. Their bodies rot in the sun."
The blind sorceror smiled, as a wind tugged at his robes. "And you enjoyed none of it, still?"
The elf glared down at the cobblestones. He seemed to wrestle with himself. "No...master...I did not."
"You know you must," Requiem said. "To be my slave is to be a very extension of me."
"You have taken my soul, my lord, but you will not break it," the armored elf snarled out.
Requiem's face broke into a smile. "Stand, then, Elf."
Kastuma stood.
"And draw your sword."
The elf's single-edged blade, wickedly curved and beautifully engraved, slipped from its sheath quickly. Requiem stepped forward confidently, then stood before Kastuma.
"Go ahead, Elf. Send me home."
The sword raised, placing its edge up against the Sorceror's neck. Kastuma looked straight at the eyeless sorceror, his fury seeming to bubble over, hating him, hating him, hating him, hating him.
Requiem smiled broadly. "Soooooooo close," he whispered. "Feels good, doesn't it? One twitch and my head would roll."
The elf snarled at the blind man, knowing that he was unable to kill him, his master. Requiem rolled his bald head around, drawing blood on his neck.
"Ahhh...come on, Kastuma Alandaril...what better chance than now?" he asked his slave. "Do it," he goaded. "Do it for your sweet wife...or that sweet little villiage of yours...or that life of yours that I, personally, took from you."
Kastuma, as much as he so wanted to see Requiem's head off his shoulders, hated the Sorceror even more for his inability to kill him.
One of Requiem's eyebrows raised. "No?"
He turned and stepped away from the elf's sword. "I don't need another broken soul, Kastuma, you seem to forget. I prefer to use you for my own purposes. And you are very, very useful."
The sorceror turned back to the elf, his sword still extended. "Hate me all you want, Elf. I'll turn that hatred into hatred towards those who haven't saved you from me. Your soul is mine, Kastuma."
The sword lowered itself. "Yes...my master..."
Requiem smiled. "Come, then. We have work to do."
As Kastuma darkly slid his sword back into its sheath, Requiem brought his left hand up, conjuring his Tartauros Fire a second time. He let it build, then let it leap out onto the library, the entire building catching. He smiled, absolutely sure that the fire would spread to the other buildings, and potentially burn the entire town to the earth.
The Sorceror turned, and began stalking towards the caves. "Come, Elf. We have a dragon fiend to catch."
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Post by Ai on Aug 30, 2004 0:51:42 GMT -5
"Capture a fiend? And what, pray tell, would a scum bag like you use it for?" Lok spat, while drawing near to Requiem. His sword is in his sheath, concealing it to look as a walking stick.
"Hmm, old bastard? Oh, wait, let me guess,' Lok said with a grin.
'You seek to be the Fiend Master?"
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Post by DarkAries on Aug 30, 2004 1:00:28 GMT -5
The eyeless sorceror turned his face up to Lok. "The Fiend Master? Heh...heh heh ha ha ha...amongst other things...absolutely."
Requiem, his smile still fixed on his face, turned back to Kastuma. The elf frowned. His legions hadn't missed anybody leaving the town...
Kastuma looked at Requiem. That smile was all he needed to express his displeasure. The elf looked back at the interloper. Half-elvish... he thought instantly with a sneer. Despite being dead, he still had his pride as an elf, and to his experience, half-elves were all notorious idiots, with none of the race's finer qualities.
Ambitious fool...he should know, he's no match for Requiem...
His hand tightened on his sword, his cape and Requiem's robes picking up as the inferno behind them caught on the wind, and began to lick across rooftops. I wasn't, after all...
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Post by Ai on Aug 30, 2004 1:05:25 GMT -5
Lok shrugged off his coat, and planted his stave in the ground so it could fall off of his arm. He grabbed it again, and extended it towards the Elf.
"I know what you think. I can tell you you're wrong. And I can tell you I've slaughtered hundreds of your kind, you self righteous bastard. If you truly wish to interfere in this Cripple vs Cripple fight, do so, but you will lie with your ancestors." Lok said calmly.
"Is he that worth it?"
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Post by Naz T Mann on Aug 30, 2004 1:22:01 GMT -5
As the snow stopped Slade took of the coat he had made. He was coming to the foothills of the range. He pulled out a map he had bought at a small town. Probably wasn't too accurate, but he could find is way around well enough with it. It had major cities and geological features marked on it at least.
Vane should be up towards the North. Maybe I can stop there and get what I wanted to get earlier. I need a place to rest up.
Slade put the map back in his pouch, rolled up the coat and strapped it to his back, then headed North in search of civilization.
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Post by Ai on Aug 30, 2004 1:27:09 GMT -5
(Sorry, Rose, missed your post at first.)
Erin shrugged, and took a seat on a nearby rock.
"I get excercise all the time up in Vane, what with me skipping classes and a-- I mean, uh..." Erin stammered. 'Shit!' She thought. 'An hour out of Vane and my cover's nearly blown!' She faked a smile, and shook her head.
"Nevermind that."
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Post by DarkAries on Aug 30, 2004 1:29:34 GMT -5
As much as Kastuma wanted to let Requiem die, he stepped forward, drawing his sword, the sorceror's blood still on it.
"I...have no choice."
Requiem smiled. "Good elf." He turned his blindfolded face back up to the half-elf. "My eyes are gone, but you think me crippled?"
His smile broke into a full, low laugh as he raised his ring, releasing the souls of five of his slaves to stand beside Kastuma. The first formed itself into a Man, equipped with armor and a shield made of bone, and weilding a wicked-looking flail. The second and third were of the Wicked Tribe, hefting swords taller than they were. The fourth was another elf, this one brandishing a repeating crossbow. And the fifth was a small man in robes, a book under his arm, his beard long and gray, and a hood over his head, a cleric, by the look of him.
"You won't need eyes to see where you're going, Half-Elf..." Requiem said behind his warriors.
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Post by Ai on Aug 30, 2004 1:39:30 GMT -5
"I've always had respect for conjurers. Controlling intelligent beasts has always appealed to me. But those intelligent beasts are no match for a free spirit bent on destruction. I would tell your men to beg for their lives, but you already control them." Lok said. With a blur of motion, he ran up to the two Vile Tribesmen, and thrust his sheath side into the face of one of them, and pulled out his sword, and sliced the other in half. He spun to his left, meeting his steel with the cleric's throat. As the elf with the crossbow took aim at Lok's head, he bent foward, and swept him, and met him in mid fall with his sword. As the man with the flail took a mighty swing, Lok kicked up his sheath. It hit the chain, stopping it short of reaching Lok, and thrust his sword at the man, through the sheild, piercing through to out his back. He pulls it out, and slashes at Requiem from where he was, making the blood fly off of his sword, and onto his face.
"You do realise that in order to become the Fiend Master, the current master must be dead. Are you aware of his current status?" Lok said with a grin.
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Post by DarkAries on Aug 30, 2004 1:44:32 GMT -5
The inferno, still Tartauros Fire under Requiem's direct control, reaches out with several spear-fingers, slamming into the ground right in front of Lok, then rearing back up like a giant hand, looming over the half-elf as Kastuma stepped in front of Requiem.
Requiem's tongue slipped out and licked at the blood on his lips, the grin vanished from Lok's face. "Very."
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Post by Ai on Aug 30, 2004 1:49:49 GMT -5
"Then you must also be aware that the Fiends are discussing another to take his place. Therefore, you must also be aware of at the very least, one of the most likey applicants." Lok said, his face still straight.
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