It was such chaos, that Viv could do no more but lean against the tree, watching her simulacrum walk towards the large creature towering above them all. The image of herself waited through time stop, was almost run over by a large horse, and was pushed down by a frantic Yshania. (Luckily this time Yshania was too busy getting away to spend time ripping up her Sim’s clothing)
Through these obstacles, the figure resolutely continued on, to stand directly at the ugly (and Viv could only assume smelly) feet of the creature.
With utmost calm, her simulcrum cast lower resistance twice and began breach while Viv scanned to see if she could aid her friends in any way. It was hard to see what exactly was happening from her position, but there appeared to be several summoned creatures, hard to know whose creatures they were, and Dragonwench appeared to be doing something with a horse? But she appeared safe for all that. Yshania was doing a frantic pace, maybe a druid thing to draw ants and other bugs forth from the very earth to attack the dragon?
Those druids and they’re funny ways. She thought this wryly until her eyes found a figure standing under the shadow of the great beast. It was Mysteria plunging a weapon deep into the scaly hide, which caused the dragon to send shock waves of pain forth. Viv quickly changed her Sim’s spell from another breach to a spell trigger of magic missiles, hoping that they would turn the tide of his anger away from the woman beneath him. The shining balls surrounding the dragon, but only one actually seemed to have any impact at all. That one bit of pain was enough to turn the dragon from his intended target to loom over the mage below him, dark hatred contorting his features.
With a roar the dread creature snapped up Viv’s figure and making a sickening ‘slurp’ sound, swallowed her whole. Viv stood still for just a second, eyes wide with anger until the atrocity breached her senses. Then her hands began frantically searched at her waist for a weapon. Finding none, she bent to grab a handful of dirt and flung it towards the dragon crying out in anger. The dirt flew like a dark comet, hitting summoned creatures and Yshania alike as it arced toward the dark beast.
As the dirt left her hand, Viv realized something was very, very wrong…Something was happening to the figure of Mysteria and her eyes widened as she watched in amazement…
The Order of the Dark Flame: Book 5. (story, no spam)
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Flanders sprinted up, up, towards the surface; the voice of Uther taunting and chiding him within his mind as he ran.
He knew he was beaten and this was the only recourse. The last rays of daylights were not far ahead. Uther had called the bluff and she had been wrong. Cries of protest rang within Flanders head creating pain and confusion.
The prize lay just ahead; the few remaining moments of daylight. It was difficult to divert his focus on the torment he was about to receive. The wounds he received earlier from the sunlight were already throbbing in pain. With a final cry, he picked up his pace and made for the beacon of light. His call was matched was one of Uther's as she retreated back to the negative material plane.
It worked. He had caught her off guard and it worked. He paused to consider his actions and realized he wasn't in control of his own body. He was thankful his instincts still remained with his true self, which was a difficult thought in itself for him to comprehend.
Flanders could hear the sounds of heavy battle in the distance. He pulled up a globe of deep night and wandered up to the surface. He began to mentally project himself forward seeking a host whose eyes he could 'borrow'. Shortly, he found himself watching the battle through the eyes of a squirrel. Dragons! Whatever was standing in defiance of these rituals was certainly powerful. Dangerous foes, indeed. Knowing he had much to prepare for, Flanders headed back to his latest haven to once again prepare for the night to come. It would not be uneventful.
He knew he was beaten and this was the only recourse. The last rays of daylights were not far ahead. Uther had called the bluff and she had been wrong. Cries of protest rang within Flanders head creating pain and confusion.
The prize lay just ahead; the few remaining moments of daylight. It was difficult to divert his focus on the torment he was about to receive. The wounds he received earlier from the sunlight were already throbbing in pain. With a final cry, he picked up his pace and made for the beacon of light. His call was matched was one of Uther's as she retreated back to the negative material plane.
It worked. He had caught her off guard and it worked. He paused to consider his actions and realized he wasn't in control of his own body. He was thankful his instincts still remained with his true self, which was a difficult thought in itself for him to comprehend.
Flanders could hear the sounds of heavy battle in the distance. He pulled up a globe of deep night and wandered up to the surface. He began to mentally project himself forward seeking a host whose eyes he could 'borrow'. Shortly, he found himself watching the battle through the eyes of a squirrel. Dragons! Whatever was standing in defiance of these rituals was certainly powerful. Dangerous foes, indeed. Knowing he had much to prepare for, Flanders headed back to his latest haven to once again prepare for the night to come. It would not be uneventful.
Crush enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women.
Blissfull darkness enveloped Mysteria, only to be torn to shreds seconds after. She found herself floating in the air feeling strangely detached, watching the battly scene from above, noticing her own figure among the people under her. Somehow, she had the impression that she was dreaming and everything was happening in slow motion.
The silence was interrupted by two voices, seemingly fighting over something.
"She has to be closer to the dragon..."
"No, the dragon has to be closer to her..."
Still feeling oddly unconcerned, Mysteria felt more than saw space fold around her and the Dracolich, distorting the very matter around them. Idly, she asked herself where that huge amount of magic came from, she'd never wielded so much so it was probably the voices doing.
"The dagger, she has to use the dagger..."
"Yes, kill him..."
Focusing back on the battle, she squinted trying to get a clear picture of the distorted space and finally determined that her body was now just in front of the dragon. So, that's why the dagger hit, she mused, as her body plunged the dark blade into the dragon's body. But then, she wasn't dreaming was she? Strangely enough, she did not feel very concerned by it.
"Now he's going to die, say goodbye to your little pet..."
"Oh, no, you haven't understood a thing, watch and learn..."
Still looking on, Mysteria noted how surprised everybody looked when her body began to sprout large, leathery wings and sharp talons beginning to resemble... a dragon?
"My pet will have a new body soon..."
"Oh no, it won't ... The Dark Flames are too much a nuisance to you for me to let them die..."
As the two voices began to angrily shout at each other, trying to take control of her body while more and more magic raced through it, Mysteria suddenly became aware of one more presence.
Mysteria... Mysteria you have to push them back, reclaim your body...
She looked around and saw Thantor, standing on the tower top, or was it the ground? Everything was still distorted, but she clearly saw that he was looking straight at her, not her body, but herself.
Why? , she asked him.
They've cut you off from your feelings, you have to trust me that if you still had them, that's what you would do. Please, you have to push them away or you'll surely die...
Die? Mysteria did not see why Thantor seemed so concerned about that, but it couldn't hurt to do what he said, could it? So she, gave herself a push and floated towards her body, now half human, half dragon.
"Excuse me, this is my body..."
The voices stopped bickering for a moment and Mysteria stepped inside her body and was hit with screaming magic and a madhouse of violent feelings. For a moment though, her odd coolness lingered, long enough for her to feel how she was linked to the dagger, and through the dagger to the Dracolich's unholy lifeforce. Suddenly, all the horror of their intentions became clear to her, the first voice had tried to reincarnate the dragon in herself!
NO!, she mentally screamed and pushed hard at the dagger, burying it deep in the Darcolich's lifeforce. As the great creature screamed in rage in its deaththroes, she felt the link to it being severed. Stumbling back, she felt her body shrink back to normal while an overflow of magic harmlessly grounded itself in the still twitching body of the Dracolich and space straightened itself out, randomly placing people, monsters and horses either on the tower top or on the ground.
"No! She has killed my pet! She will suffer for this..."
"Well, I'll just go 'play' with your other 'abominable' pet then..." *snicker*
One of the voices vanished, leaving the other screaming after it while leaving too, "Oh no, you won't touch that one!"
Then, her body lying motionless on the ground, not far from Farscape's, Mysteria's consciouness faded back into darkness once more... but wait, there was a little light down... down that tunnel? The soft light seemed to beckon to her, promising rest.... she slowly started to walk towards it ....
The silence was interrupted by two voices, seemingly fighting over something.
"She has to be closer to the dragon..."
"No, the dragon has to be closer to her..."
Still feeling oddly unconcerned, Mysteria felt more than saw space fold around her and the Dracolich, distorting the very matter around them. Idly, she asked herself where that huge amount of magic came from, she'd never wielded so much so it was probably the voices doing.
"The dagger, she has to use the dagger..."
"Yes, kill him..."
Focusing back on the battle, she squinted trying to get a clear picture of the distorted space and finally determined that her body was now just in front of the dragon. So, that's why the dagger hit, she mused, as her body plunged the dark blade into the dragon's body. But then, she wasn't dreaming was she? Strangely enough, she did not feel very concerned by it.
"Now he's going to die, say goodbye to your little pet..."
"Oh, no, you haven't understood a thing, watch and learn..."
Still looking on, Mysteria noted how surprised everybody looked when her body began to sprout large, leathery wings and sharp talons beginning to resemble... a dragon?
"My pet will have a new body soon..."
"Oh no, it won't ... The Dark Flames are too much a nuisance to you for me to let them die..."
As the two voices began to angrily shout at each other, trying to take control of her body while more and more magic raced through it, Mysteria suddenly became aware of one more presence.
Mysteria... Mysteria you have to push them back, reclaim your body...
She looked around and saw Thantor, standing on the tower top, or was it the ground? Everything was still distorted, but she clearly saw that he was looking straight at her, not her body, but herself.
Why? , she asked him.
They've cut you off from your feelings, you have to trust me that if you still had them, that's what you would do. Please, you have to push them away or you'll surely die...
Die? Mysteria did not see why Thantor seemed so concerned about that, but it couldn't hurt to do what he said, could it? So she, gave herself a push and floated towards her body, now half human, half dragon.
"Excuse me, this is my body..."
The voices stopped bickering for a moment and Mysteria stepped inside her body and was hit with screaming magic and a madhouse of violent feelings. For a moment though, her odd coolness lingered, long enough for her to feel how she was linked to the dagger, and through the dagger to the Dracolich's unholy lifeforce. Suddenly, all the horror of their intentions became clear to her, the first voice had tried to reincarnate the dragon in herself!
NO!, she mentally screamed and pushed hard at the dagger, burying it deep in the Darcolich's lifeforce. As the great creature screamed in rage in its deaththroes, she felt the link to it being severed. Stumbling back, she felt her body shrink back to normal while an overflow of magic harmlessly grounded itself in the still twitching body of the Dracolich and space straightened itself out, randomly placing people, monsters and horses either on the tower top or on the ground.
"No! She has killed my pet! She will suffer for this..."
"Well, I'll just go 'play' with your other 'abominable' pet then..." *snicker*
One of the voices vanished, leaving the other screaming after it while leaving too, "Oh no, you won't touch that one!"
Then, her body lying motionless on the ground, not far from Farscape's, Mysteria's consciouness faded back into darkness once more... but wait, there was a little light down... down that tunnel? The soft light seemed to beckon to her, promising rest.... she slowly started to walk towards it ....
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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This took place earlier in the battle...
When the dragons had first appeared, Gwalchmai stood immobile amid a cacophony of conflicting thoughts and instincts. Somehow, he was able to duck behind the altar just before the Dracolich breathed its lung-searing gas onto the tower. Gwalchmai stayed hidden behind the altar, his eyes wide as the Dracolich leapt over his head and landed amid his friends on the tower. The stones of the roof sagged and popped under the weight of the massive, ancient dragon, but somehow did not buckle.
Despite reaping the benefit of a Resist Fear spell, Gwalchmai tried with all his might to will himself to move, to stand, to do something, but to no avail. He watched horrified as magical lightening leapt from person to person, finally striking him in his hidden position. The shock had been painful enough to allow his thoughts to fall back into place. A calmness took over. He looked to examine the damage to his body caused by the lightning, and almost panicked again when he found he couldn’t see his body. Then he remembered that he was invisible. Heartened, he stood to begin the ritual.
The Tenets of Amauntor
Gwalchmai was aware of bits and pieces of the action taking place around him. Nippy, absurdly, was throwing rocks at the dragons. Aegis seemed to be firing spears from his bow. Dragon Wench was casting spells, while Yshania moved around healing and protecting the others.
The law is the law
Yshania was sent sprawling, but a blurry Dragon Wench ran to help. The Dracolich roared and pounded the roof of the keep, sending chips of stone flying. Another jet of gas engulfed Dragon Wench. Meanwhile, Bloodstalker was attacking ..... the rear-end of a flying dragon? With a dagger? “That man has spent too much time by himself, it seems.”
T’lainya cleared away some of the lingering gas with a Zone of Sweet Air spell, then offered some additional protections to Gwalchmai. This was fortunate, because the whipping tail of the Dracolich was coming dangerously close. A sudden, mid-air explosion caught one of the Shadow Dragons, sending it fluttering painfully to the ground. T’lainya could be heard to chuckle menacingly. Gwalchmai, for his part, was glad the beast was out of his sight.
Learn the law and live it;
Another Dragon was hurtling toward the tower, only to have Farscape appear seemingly from out of nowhere to leap and meet the dragon in mid-air. He shouted something trite as he forced the dragon to fall to the ground beyond the tower. Trees and branches could be heard to snap as the dragon apparently ran into the forest.
obey it’s every letter and clause, for in knowledge of the intricacies of law lies freedom to act with righteous impunity.
Nippy and Bloodstalker ran from the tower to engage a dragon on the ground, but Gwalchmai worried that there would be fewer defenders against the Dracolich on the tower. Yshania was carrying Dragon Wench around like a sack of potatoes, which was unusual to say the least. Normally it would be the other way around.
A loud noise seemed to indicate that a dragon was dead. Somehow, too, the Dracolich went to ground beyond the roof of the tower, leaving Gwalchmai unmolested before the altar.
Keep track of the decisions of your superiors so that the
Then, everything froze and the world turned to shades of gray during a Time Stop spell. A small voice in Gwalchmai’s head seemed to say, “See? I told ya. Now look out for the demons!”
body of precedent continues to grow and the unity of purpose of the rulings of Amauntor is made manifest to all.
Absurdly, Nippy and Bloodstalker could be heard to yell “Yee haw!” Then, as if in response, Aegis neighed…. “I’m going nuts” thought Gwalchmai.
Serve your superiors faithfully and they will reward you faithfully; shirk your duty and find the harsh hand of reproof.
The Tenets of Faith read, Gwalchmai looked to the second part of the ritual.
When the dragons had first appeared, Gwalchmai stood immobile amid a cacophony of conflicting thoughts and instincts. Somehow, he was able to duck behind the altar just before the Dracolich breathed its lung-searing gas onto the tower. Gwalchmai stayed hidden behind the altar, his eyes wide as the Dracolich leapt over his head and landed amid his friends on the tower. The stones of the roof sagged and popped under the weight of the massive, ancient dragon, but somehow did not buckle.
Despite reaping the benefit of a Resist Fear spell, Gwalchmai tried with all his might to will himself to move, to stand, to do something, but to no avail. He watched horrified as magical lightening leapt from person to person, finally striking him in his hidden position. The shock had been painful enough to allow his thoughts to fall back into place. A calmness took over. He looked to examine the damage to his body caused by the lightning, and almost panicked again when he found he couldn’t see his body. Then he remembered that he was invisible. Heartened, he stood to begin the ritual.
The Tenets of Amauntor
Gwalchmai was aware of bits and pieces of the action taking place around him. Nippy, absurdly, was throwing rocks at the dragons. Aegis seemed to be firing spears from his bow. Dragon Wench was casting spells, while Yshania moved around healing and protecting the others.
The law is the law
Yshania was sent sprawling, but a blurry Dragon Wench ran to help. The Dracolich roared and pounded the roof of the keep, sending chips of stone flying. Another jet of gas engulfed Dragon Wench. Meanwhile, Bloodstalker was attacking ..... the rear-end of a flying dragon? With a dagger? “That man has spent too much time by himself, it seems.”
T’lainya cleared away some of the lingering gas with a Zone of Sweet Air spell, then offered some additional protections to Gwalchmai. This was fortunate, because the whipping tail of the Dracolich was coming dangerously close. A sudden, mid-air explosion caught one of the Shadow Dragons, sending it fluttering painfully to the ground. T’lainya could be heard to chuckle menacingly. Gwalchmai, for his part, was glad the beast was out of his sight.
Learn the law and live it;
Another Dragon was hurtling toward the tower, only to have Farscape appear seemingly from out of nowhere to leap and meet the dragon in mid-air. He shouted something trite as he forced the dragon to fall to the ground beyond the tower. Trees and branches could be heard to snap as the dragon apparently ran into the forest.
obey it’s every letter and clause, for in knowledge of the intricacies of law lies freedom to act with righteous impunity.
Nippy and Bloodstalker ran from the tower to engage a dragon on the ground, but Gwalchmai worried that there would be fewer defenders against the Dracolich on the tower. Yshania was carrying Dragon Wench around like a sack of potatoes, which was unusual to say the least. Normally it would be the other way around.
A loud noise seemed to indicate that a dragon was dead. Somehow, too, the Dracolich went to ground beyond the roof of the tower, leaving Gwalchmai unmolested before the altar.
Keep track of the decisions of your superiors so that the
Then, everything froze and the world turned to shades of gray during a Time Stop spell. A small voice in Gwalchmai’s head seemed to say, “See? I told ya. Now look out for the demons!”
body of precedent continues to grow and the unity of purpose of the rulings of Amauntor is made manifest to all.
Absurdly, Nippy and Bloodstalker could be heard to yell “Yee haw!” Then, as if in response, Aegis neighed…. “I’m going nuts” thought Gwalchmai.
Serve your superiors faithfully and they will reward you faithfully; shirk your duty and find the harsh hand of reproof.
The Tenets of Faith read, Gwalchmai looked to the second part of the ritual.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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BS continued his climb, wondering why it was that paladins had a serious deficiency in the humor dept. Anyone could have seen that his joke was a classic. Perhaps he would have to explain it in detail to Nippy later, maybe his mind was just slow. 
reaching the base of the dragons neck, BS pulled striker and thrust the blade in where the neck joined the shoulder. The blade slid smoothly into the beast, bringing a roar of rage and pain as the dragon suddenly tilted it's body upward, nearly causing BS to lose his grip.
Feeling the first real feelings of concern, he looked at Nippy.
"Uh,..what do we do if we kill this thing before it lands?"
Nippy stared back, evidentely considering this for the first time as well. Then shrugged his shoulders as he stabbed down at the creatures neck.
"I guess we land somewhere."
BS shook his head at the paladin. Too late to do anything about it now.
reaching the base of the dragons neck, BS pulled striker and thrust the blade in where the neck joined the shoulder. The blade slid smoothly into the beast, bringing a roar of rage and pain as the dragon suddenly tilted it's body upward, nearly causing BS to lose his grip.
Feeling the first real feelings of concern, he looked at Nippy.
"Uh,..what do we do if we kill this thing before it lands?"
Nippy stared back, evidentely considering this for the first time as well. Then shrugged his shoulders as he stabbed down at the creatures neck.
"I guess we land somewhere."
BS shook his head at the paladin. Too late to do anything about it now.
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Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Nippy repeatedly slammed his blade into the beasts neck but the numerous cuts were only shallow, although they were causing damage, it was not enough to fell the giant beast.
"I think it's time to end this Bloodstalker. I've had enough riding time, besides that, my backside is sore." Nippy grinned but Bloodstalker slapped his palm on his forehead. "What? That was funny damnit!" Nippy laughed again.
The beast began swinging around, trying to fling the burden off of it's back. Suddenly, an idea struck Nippy.
"Bloodstalker, see if you can slide off the beasts back, I've got an idea and you'll be hurt if you stay on. I'll... umm... distract it somehow." Blood nodded, trusting the nutcase Paladin with whatever his crazy plan was.
Nippy slammed the blade in again and was rewarded with a roar of anguish. It stopped moving and tried to snatch at Nippy. Bloodstalker slid down and landed atop the ramparts, running clear of the backlash.
Nippy drew both his katana, he smiled and kissed the blades.
"Well done my friends, you have served me well..." He smiled and slammed the first blade into the 'collar' bone of the beast. He shimmied across and slammed the other blade into the other side. He called on his old Monk powers, things he had forgotten about but now relied upon.
He cracked his palm out and snapped off the end of the first blade, it began shaking uncontrollably, he did the same to the other and waited a short while, waiting for the right moment.
The blades began to keening, a loud noise, the metal reverberating many times a second, he waited and breathed out. It was like time itself had stopped. Everything went into slow motion, his palm took an eternity to reach the neck of the beast and as suddenly as it stopped it sped up.
A massive crack shook the clearing. The beasts neck was broken and it's wings stopped flapping, it span in the air and Nippy fell off of it's back, he was flung off and caught his arm and head on the side of the building and he tumbled down, head over heel, landing awkwardly.
The beast's fall was just as dramatic, it landed, completely still and it made an awful screech, it was completely crippled...
"I think it's time to end this Bloodstalker. I've had enough riding time, besides that, my backside is sore." Nippy grinned but Bloodstalker slapped his palm on his forehead. "What? That was funny damnit!" Nippy laughed again.
The beast began swinging around, trying to fling the burden off of it's back. Suddenly, an idea struck Nippy.
"Bloodstalker, see if you can slide off the beasts back, I've got an idea and you'll be hurt if you stay on. I'll... umm... distract it somehow." Blood nodded, trusting the nutcase Paladin with whatever his crazy plan was.
Nippy slammed the blade in again and was rewarded with a roar of anguish. It stopped moving and tried to snatch at Nippy. Bloodstalker slid down and landed atop the ramparts, running clear of the backlash.
Nippy drew both his katana, he smiled and kissed the blades.
"Well done my friends, you have served me well..." He smiled and slammed the first blade into the 'collar' bone of the beast. He shimmied across and slammed the other blade into the other side. He called on his old Monk powers, things he had forgotten about but now relied upon.
He cracked his palm out and snapped off the end of the first blade, it began shaking uncontrollably, he did the same to the other and waited a short while, waiting for the right moment.
The blades began to keening, a loud noise, the metal reverberating many times a second, he waited and breathed out. It was like time itself had stopped. Everything went into slow motion, his palm took an eternity to reach the neck of the beast and as suddenly as it stopped it sped up.
A massive crack shook the clearing. The beasts neck was broken and it's wings stopped flapping, it span in the air and Nippy fell off of it's back, he was flung off and caught his arm and head on the side of the building and he tumbled down, head over heel, landing awkwardly.
The beast's fall was just as dramatic, it landed, completely still and it made an awful screech, it was completely crippled...
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Okay, a little before the current action...
A dark woman moved unseen in the shadows near the keep. The stranger seemed translucent gray, with dark hair that crested her head like a mane, and dark reptilian skin. She approached Farscape’s dead form and deftly sliced his throat with a taloned finger – just to be sure that he could not further bother him. Stripping the pretty but damaged armor from the Paladin, she bundled it up along with his magical weapons. These, at least, would make an adequate addition to the lair.
She had been astonished when this powerful biped had destroyed her simulacrum so easily. Now she was even angrier than before. These humans deserved to die! They were inept and uncoordinated, yet still they had defeated her simulacrum and had her mate on the run! Even the Dracolich seemed doomed.
Even as she thought this, a female biped managed to force a dagger into the dried husk of a heart that served the Dracolich. Her polymorphed draconic eyes widened, as the female seemed to partially transform into a dragon herself – but the transformation was suddenly halted and the female’s form snapped back to its disgusting humanity. Inside her mind, she beheld the spirit form of the Dracolich screaming in anger, “You promised me a new body!”
“There is another,” came the response, ”By the wall. In the Shadows.”
The spirit of the Dracolich turned its gaze on Zaraxia. Her sudden fear allowed him entry, and she found her body polymorphed back to her original form, her mind pushed aside like so much dust swept under a carpet.
A dark woman moved unseen in the shadows near the keep. The stranger seemed translucent gray, with dark hair that crested her head like a mane, and dark reptilian skin. She approached Farscape’s dead form and deftly sliced his throat with a taloned finger – just to be sure that he could not further bother him. Stripping the pretty but damaged armor from the Paladin, she bundled it up along with his magical weapons. These, at least, would make an adequate addition to the lair.
She had been astonished when this powerful biped had destroyed her simulacrum so easily. Now she was even angrier than before. These humans deserved to die! They were inept and uncoordinated, yet still they had defeated her simulacrum and had her mate on the run! Even the Dracolich seemed doomed.
Even as she thought this, a female biped managed to force a dagger into the dried husk of a heart that served the Dracolich. Her polymorphed draconic eyes widened, as the female seemed to partially transform into a dragon herself – but the transformation was suddenly halted and the female’s form snapped back to its disgusting humanity. Inside her mind, she beheld the spirit form of the Dracolich screaming in anger, “You promised me a new body!”
“There is another,” came the response, ”By the wall. In the Shadows.”
The spirit of the Dracolich turned its gaze on Zaraxia. Her sudden fear allowed him entry, and she found her body polymorphed back to her original form, her mind pushed aside like so much dust swept under a carpet.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
T’lainya heard Gwally start to recite the Tenets of Amauntor. She bit back a small exclamation of distaste. The tenets were the essence of lawfulness, while she preferred chaos. She supposed it pleased some people although she found the strictures galling. While her mind raced with these thoughts, she was taking in the battle, as it ended. She saw the burns on Aegis and judged that he would be in need of healing, but was able to fight. She risked a look at the ground and saw that Yshania was running around in a spell induced panic.
“Tend to Aegis.” She called to Thantor. “I’ll go down the stairs and see who else needs healing.” She hoped she could cast the remove fear spell on Ysh, without chasing her around the grounds. T’lainya was amazed to see Midnight Spirit apparently intent on climbing the stairs to the ramparts.
“Tend to Aegis.” She called to Thantor. “I’ll go down the stairs and see who else needs healing.” She hoped she could cast the remove fear spell on Ysh, without chasing her around the grounds. T’lainya was amazed to see Midnight Spirit apparently intent on climbing the stairs to the ramparts.
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
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again, just a bit before the last action...
Gwalchmai paused to watch a Shadow Dragon circle the tower, rising and falling from view as Bloodstalker and Nippy rode it’s back, periodically yelling, “Woo Hoo!” and “Whoa, Nellie!” With a sigh, he turned to the second part of the ritual.
Hold high thy children that they may longer see the Sun before it slips beyond this realm. The Sun shall give them courage against the fears of the Night.
He looked around. As he knew, there were no children waiting to be held up to the setting sun. He wondered if he could lift Thantor. Perhaps Jennabard would be considered more child-like? With another sigh, he despaired, “I have no children. How can I complete the ritual?”
“You do have a child,” came a voice inside his mind, “Look inside.”
Unbidden, memories surged into his thoughts. “No!” he screamed.
“No!” he had screamed, reaching out for her. “Daddy!” she had cried and cried from her mother’s arms. Her mother had a grim look on her face: the look of regret when a loved one must be hurt. That was the last he had seen of the two of them. It had taken years to get over the pain, but now it was back, in full force.
“How old would she be now?”
“About nine years,” he said automatically, the age and date forever engraved in his heart. Tears streamed down his face.
“She would love to see this pretty sunset, don’t you think? Perhaps she is watching it even now.”
“Maybe. Its possible.” Gwalchmai tried to think of his daughter watching this sunset, the same sunset he was watching. A connection might be formed. A connection where he might be able to show her how much he still loved her. Maybe give her the courage he could have taught her if he had been there as her father all these years. He sobbed.
“Lift her up in your heart, Gwalchmai. She need not fear the darkness.”
Gwalchmai paused to watch a Shadow Dragon circle the tower, rising and falling from view as Bloodstalker and Nippy rode it’s back, periodically yelling, “Woo Hoo!” and “Whoa, Nellie!” With a sigh, he turned to the second part of the ritual.
Hold high thy children that they may longer see the Sun before it slips beyond this realm. The Sun shall give them courage against the fears of the Night.
He looked around. As he knew, there were no children waiting to be held up to the setting sun. He wondered if he could lift Thantor. Perhaps Jennabard would be considered more child-like? With another sigh, he despaired, “I have no children. How can I complete the ritual?”
“You do have a child,” came a voice inside his mind, “Look inside.”
Unbidden, memories surged into his thoughts. “No!” he screamed.
“No!” he had screamed, reaching out for her. “Daddy!” she had cried and cried from her mother’s arms. Her mother had a grim look on her face: the look of regret when a loved one must be hurt. That was the last he had seen of the two of them. It had taken years to get over the pain, but now it was back, in full force.
“How old would she be now?”
“About nine years,” he said automatically, the age and date forever engraved in his heart. Tears streamed down his face.
“She would love to see this pretty sunset, don’t you think? Perhaps she is watching it even now.”
“Maybe. Its possible.” Gwalchmai tried to think of his daughter watching this sunset, the same sunset he was watching. A connection might be formed. A connection where he might be able to show her how much he still loved her. Maybe give her the courage he could have taught her if he had been there as her father all these years. He sobbed.
“Lift her up in your heart, Gwalchmai. She need not fear the darkness.”
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
He was dead. He knew it distinctly. For the first time in his life, he knew real fear. He was terrified as to what would happen to his soul. Would be taken up to a paladins fate, or damned to the lower realms.
So far, it seemed neither was likely to happen as he sat in blankness. There was no light, no path, no brimstone. Just, blank. Like a very boring room. He sat patiently for a while until he grew relatively angry.
"What the hell!" he shouted angrily, his words absorbed by the limits of this new realm. "I am the Lord Scape, send me Somewhere!"
It was then a great armoured figure appeared, and Farscape dropped to his knees. "Lord Helm, once again I am honoured"
"Hmph" Grunted the great god. "You have ask to be judged mortal, to be sent somewhere, but even now your role is not finished. Your compatriots still fight and they will resurect you. Be patient."
"As you wish Helm" Farscape replied sullenly, settling in for a bit of a wait. "I wish I'd prepared for death a little better. A book would be nice..." And a series of Tomes appeared nearby. "Thanks. I could sure go for some steak, a little wine maybe.." he said hopefully, but nothing happened. "Meh, worth a try" He said quietly and settled in for some reading.
So far, it seemed neither was likely to happen as he sat in blankness. There was no light, no path, no brimstone. Just, blank. Like a very boring room. He sat patiently for a while until he grew relatively angry.
"What the hell!" he shouted angrily, his words absorbed by the limits of this new realm. "I am the Lord Scape, send me Somewhere!"
It was then a great armoured figure appeared, and Farscape dropped to his knees. "Lord Helm, once again I am honoured"
"Hmph" Grunted the great god. "You have ask to be judged mortal, to be sent somewhere, but even now your role is not finished. Your compatriots still fight and they will resurect you. Be patient."
"As you wish Helm" Farscape replied sullenly, settling in for a bit of a wait. "I wish I'd prepared for death a little better. A book would be nice..." And a series of Tomes appeared nearby. "Thanks. I could sure go for some steak, a little wine maybe.." he said hopefully, but nothing happened. "Meh, worth a try" He said quietly and settled in for some reading.
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.
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Betty trotted out of the stables after Pridwen, curious as to what was going on that was causing so much whinnying and neighing. The smell of apples caused her nostrils to flare, and she increased her gait to a speed somewhat faster than her usual. Her withers and belly undulated and flopped in such a manner to suggest that Gwalchmai may coddle his horse perhaps a bit too much.
She was saddened to see that someone else had devoured the apples already, so she pawed at the few remaining contents of Yshania’s saddle bag on the ground, scattering everything far and wide. Then she spied a broken-hearted Pridwen who was staring at the keep with a forlorn look in her large equine eyes. No apples in sight, Betty nuzzled at her friend and tried to comfort her.
Elsewhere, a flower bloomed and a sheep was heard to say "Mooo."
She was saddened to see that someone else had devoured the apples already, so she pawed at the few remaining contents of Yshania’s saddle bag on the ground, scattering everything far and wide. Then she spied a broken-hearted Pridwen who was staring at the keep with a forlorn look in her large equine eyes. No apples in sight, Betty nuzzled at her friend and tried to comfort her.
Elsewhere, a flower bloomed and a sheep was heard to say "Mooo."
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Mourn as thou watch the sun give way to the night
“Mourn the passage of the sun?” mused Gwalchmai as he wandered the quiet tower top where the battle had so recently raged, “There is plenty to mourn this day. I think the setting sun takes a backseat to them all.” Peering over the edge to the ground below, he saw the prostrate forms of Farscape, Mysteria, Nippy, and Bloodstalker. Yshania seemed out of it, Thantor and T’lainya were rushing to help, and all the others appeared wounded. Worst of all, a newly revitalized Shadow Dragon/Dracolich was laughing in an uncharacteristically hideous way.
Alone on the top of the tower, Gwalchmai wondered how the Dusk Ritual could be completed. He didn’t have long to consider before the dragon spread its wings and launched itself skyward, ignoring the defenders on the ground. Approaching the tower, it spoke in its deep, hissing voice, “Who performs the rituaaaal? You caaannot hide from me.” With that, it landed heavily on the tower roof, cast True Sight, and turned its wide-set eyes toward Gwalchmai.
Gwalchmai felt no fear. The grief he had recently re-experienced hardened his resolve, even though he had no idea how to face a dragon alone. A thought struck him, and he raised an eyebrow. “You are much more powerful now that the sun has given way to the night, aren’t you?” he asked of the dragon. “Here in the dark, you are not weakened by the light.”
“This is true, doomed one.”
“Then I do truly mourn the passing of the sun!” Somehow the Lightstone was in Gwalchmai’s hand, though he did not remember picking it up. He threw it wilt all his might at the dragon, who laughed that it could be harmed by a rock. Though when the stone struck, the dragon roared in agony. It reared back, mighty paws pounding the roof of the tower. To Gwalchmai’s eyes, the dragon seemed to blur, then pull apart like salt water taffy as the Spirit of the Dracolich was forcibly removed from the Body of the Shadow Dragon. Twin roars of anger and frustration split the air and shook the tower.
The Shadow Dragon faced the Spirit of the Dracolich, her burning hatred the only thing keeping her alive. “With my last breath I’ll have my revenge!” she cried as she leapt, enveloping the Dracolich in a Finger of Death that tore the spirit to shreds in an agonizing fit of dark power. The Shadow Dragon fell, expended, to the ground. There she died beside the body of her mate.
“Mourn the passage of the sun?” mused Gwalchmai as he wandered the quiet tower top where the battle had so recently raged, “There is plenty to mourn this day. I think the setting sun takes a backseat to them all.” Peering over the edge to the ground below, he saw the prostrate forms of Farscape, Mysteria, Nippy, and Bloodstalker. Yshania seemed out of it, Thantor and T’lainya were rushing to help, and all the others appeared wounded. Worst of all, a newly revitalized Shadow Dragon/Dracolich was laughing in an uncharacteristically hideous way.
Alone on the top of the tower, Gwalchmai wondered how the Dusk Ritual could be completed. He didn’t have long to consider before the dragon spread its wings and launched itself skyward, ignoring the defenders on the ground. Approaching the tower, it spoke in its deep, hissing voice, “Who performs the rituaaaal? You caaannot hide from me.” With that, it landed heavily on the tower roof, cast True Sight, and turned its wide-set eyes toward Gwalchmai.
Gwalchmai felt no fear. The grief he had recently re-experienced hardened his resolve, even though he had no idea how to face a dragon alone. A thought struck him, and he raised an eyebrow. “You are much more powerful now that the sun has given way to the night, aren’t you?” he asked of the dragon. “Here in the dark, you are not weakened by the light.”
“This is true, doomed one.”
“Then I do truly mourn the passing of the sun!” Somehow the Lightstone was in Gwalchmai’s hand, though he did not remember picking it up. He threw it wilt all his might at the dragon, who laughed that it could be harmed by a rock. Though when the stone struck, the dragon roared in agony. It reared back, mighty paws pounding the roof of the tower. To Gwalchmai’s eyes, the dragon seemed to blur, then pull apart like salt water taffy as the Spirit of the Dracolich was forcibly removed from the Body of the Shadow Dragon. Twin roars of anger and frustration split the air and shook the tower.
The Shadow Dragon faced the Spirit of the Dracolich, her burning hatred the only thing keeping her alive. “With my last breath I’ll have my revenge!” she cried as she leapt, enveloping the Dracolich in a Finger of Death that tore the spirit to shreds in an agonizing fit of dark power. The Shadow Dragon fell, expended, to the ground. There she died beside the body of her mate.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
As Farscape sat, chilling for all effects, humming favourite tunes from musicals, the unexpected greeted him. From nowhere a portal was torn open in the air of his limbo.
"Come my flock" Shouted a familiar and distinct voice. "We set all the planes a fire and shall ride the wings of victory to our freedom"
"Well I'll be damned" muttered the Paladin. "Haer'Dalis you scoundrel!"
"What? Who hails me? Ahh, my raven! A most unexpected surpirse to see you here! How do you fare if I may ask?"
"Killed a dragon, currently dead, you?"
"Leading a rebellion through the planes. Currently alive and well. Care to join my flock?"
"I see our roles have changed. 'tis a role I relish!' as you would say. Let us be gone. Torm's gonna be ticked!"
"My raven, you have not changed, tempting the Gods is best left to those such as you! But let us be away!"
A portal opened and Farscape joined the tieflings band of rebels in their war against hell, liberating the tortured souls unfairly damned.
"Come my flock" Shouted a familiar and distinct voice. "We set all the planes a fire and shall ride the wings of victory to our freedom"
"Well I'll be damned" muttered the Paladin. "Haer'Dalis you scoundrel!"
"What? Who hails me? Ahh, my raven! A most unexpected surpirse to see you here! How do you fare if I may ask?"
"Killed a dragon, currently dead, you?"
"Leading a rebellion through the planes. Currently alive and well. Care to join my flock?"
"I see our roles have changed. 'tis a role I relish!' as you would say. Let us be gone. Torm's gonna be ticked!"
"My raven, you have not changed, tempting the Gods is best left to those such as you! But let us be away!"
A portal opened and Farscape joined the tieflings band of rebels in their war against hell, liberating the tortured souls unfairly damned.
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.
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The sounds of battle gradualy faded away..... Still mortified, Dragon Wench gazed at the mare they had formally known as Aegis, and wracked her brain for a way to reverse the spell. The only thing she could think of was perhaps "Dispel Magic," yet she doubted that so simple an incantation would return Aegis back to his normal self.
As she pondered the dilemna, Midnight Spirit neighed urgently on the rampart stairs below, and in response the mare rolled her eyes wildly. No doubt she anticpated a fate far worse than any dragon could ever bestow......
Biting her lip Dragon Wench looked at the nervously prancing mare. As she did so, she noticed that Yshania was no longer running about madly, and in fact appeared remarkably sane once more .
Struck by an idea, Dragon Wench wandered over to the druid .
"Do you think that if we simultaneously cast "Dispel Magic" Aegis might be be turned back?"
Yshania wrinkled her brow thoughtfully. "It might...the thing is....there is no guarantee he will resume his elven form." After all, the combined power of druid and mage magic could have......unanticipated effects........."
As she pondered the dilemna, Midnight Spirit neighed urgently on the rampart stairs below, and in response the mare rolled her eyes wildly. No doubt she anticpated a fate far worse than any dragon could ever bestow......
Biting her lip Dragon Wench looked at the nervously prancing mare. As she did so, she noticed that Yshania was no longer running about madly, and in fact appeared remarkably sane once more
.Struck by an idea, Dragon Wench wandered over to the druid .
"Do you think that if we simultaneously cast "Dispel Magic" Aegis might be be turned back?"
Yshania wrinkled her brow thoughtfully. "It might...the thing is....there is no guarantee he will resume his elven form." After all, the combined power of druid and mage magic could have......unanticipated effects........."
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Der-draigen shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Though she had been present all along, she felt as if she'd been out of it for about two weeks ( ).
The dragon battle had lost its novelty. Der-draigen yawned exorbitantly. "Time to get down to business," she said to herself.
Something funny was happening to the Shadow Master -- if you could call convulsions funny...He was shuddering and raving about some Ritual..."sapped my power...curse them..."
Der-draigen smiled. "So is it time for me to finish you off, or what?" she asked, enjoying the delay that made the Shadow Master sweat...
). The dragon battle had lost its novelty. Der-draigen yawned exorbitantly. "Time to get down to business," she said to herself.
Something funny was happening to the Shadow Master -- if you could call convulsions funny...He was shuddering and raving about some Ritual..."sapped my power...curse them..."
Der-draigen smiled. "So is it time for me to finish you off, or what?" she asked, enjoying the delay that made the Shadow Master sweat...
"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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Taking in the brief outline that DW offered her, and despite her reservations, a still rather dizzy Ysh decided it was worth a try. The two women once again ascended the stairs to the rampart, Ysh glancing concerned as they passed an uncharacteristically emotional Pridwen. Squeezing past an equally emotionally charged Midnight Spirit, (who was neighing frustratedly and trapped on a tight turning in the stairwell), she wondered what had gone on?
The two women approached a rather distressed looking mare and prepared to cast. 'This is Aegis?' asked Yshania incredulously....
The two women approached a rather distressed looking mare and prepared to cast. 'This is Aegis?' asked Yshania incredulously....
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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At the question Dragon Wench nodded.
Yshania turned to face her, and barely suppressed the giggle that threatened to escape.
"How did this happen? You haven't been sampling mushrooms again have you?"
Dragon Wench reddened slightly. "Erm...no..... not exactly.....though I did feel a little strange after taking one of Thantor's potions........."
Emitting a snort of laughter Yshania reviewed her list of available spells, and found, somewhat to her regret, that she did indeed have "Dispel Magic" ready to launch.
"Ready?" she asked Dragon Wench.
Dragon Wench nodded again, and the two women simultaneously began to murmur the words to the spell.
A sudden flash of blinding light exploded around them, and within its glittering nucleus stood a very bewildered and relieved-looking elf.....
Yshania turned to face her, and barely suppressed the giggle that threatened to escape.
"How did this happen? You haven't been sampling mushrooms again have you?"
Dragon Wench reddened slightly. "Erm...no..... not exactly.....though I did feel a little strange after taking one of Thantor's potions........."
Emitting a snort of laughter Yshania reviewed her list of available spells, and found, somewhat to her regret, that she did indeed have "Dispel Magic" ready to launch.
"Ready?" she asked Dragon Wench.
Dragon Wench nodded again, and the two women simultaneously began to murmur the words to the spell.
A sudden flash of blinding light exploded around them, and within its glittering nucleus stood a very bewildered and relieved-looking elf.....
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{OOC: It is absolutely unacceptable that the DF has been relegated to Page 3. Your favorite villain is bumping this topic. Not that it should have needed to be done to begin with. Shame! Shame!! }
Der-draigen watched fascinated as the Dark Flames prepared to meet the Abomination...Good, she thought. The distraction they encounter from the Shadow Master's pet will keep them occupied long enough for me to take care of business here...
And with that, she grasped the talisman about her neck, the talisman that bore at its center the powerful Stone of Rohais (for those of you who just joined us ), and summoned the power of the Abyss, and charged the Shadow Master...
}Der-draigen watched fascinated as the Dark Flames prepared to meet the Abomination...Good, she thought. The distraction they encounter from the Shadow Master's pet will keep them occupied long enough for me to take care of business here...
And with that, she grasped the talisman about her neck, the talisman that bore at its center the powerful Stone of Rohais (for those of you who just joined us
), and summoned the power of the Abyss, and charged the Shadow Master..."I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."