“This plan seems ill-conceived,” Gwalchmai was thinking as Yshania, Thantor and the others were detailing how they would first hold the cattle, then stampede them. “It just doesn’t seem all that safe for the cattle.”
“Brooding again, Druid?” a voice suddenly sounded close to his ear. Gwalchmai yelped and jumped, startled that Simbul had snuck up so close to him. “You really worry too much. And about such little things. What are the lives of a few cows? I’ve seen you eat your fair share of beef.”
“True enough,” Gwalchmai said, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice and regain the upper hand in the conversation with Simbul. He failed. “I just don’t think they should be slaughtered for such an evil purpose, and don’t think we should add to the torment these innocent animals are facing..” Simbul looked as though she had lost interest, and was busy examining the cuticle on her pinky finger. “Erm, how did it go up at the ramp?”
Simbul sighed and flicked a piece of dust from her tunic. “A few well-placed Sigils of Fear, was all that was needed. No cow, sheep, or nematode will ever go down that ramp this night, even if they do get it repaired. Most of the Orcs ran away too.” She sighed again and wandered off to talk with Thantor.
Gwalchmai found himself brooding again, this time wondering how Simbul always managed to make him feel like kicking something. Vaguely, he noted that the others were starting to get into position, Yshania, Vivien, Jenna, Bloodstalker, Nippy, and Mysteria back toward the cattle and Orcs, while Thantor, Simbul, Dragon Wench, T'lainya, and, he supposed, himself, were to gravitate toward the approaching Drow. Simbul made some obnoxious remark, again startling Gwalchmai out of his brooding reverie. “Very funny.” He tried to glower at her while at the same time wondering what she had been talking about. Something about floating Jacuzzis, he thought.
From his position, he could see the Orcs approach, guiding the cattle through the tunnel. Torch light flickered and cast strange, multiple shadows as the cows set up a cacophony of hoof steps, lowing, and bleating. Yshania’s plan seemed to be working well, when most of the cows were suddenly caught in her Hold Animal spell. The Orcs went down swiftly, putting up very little fight.
Suddenly, everything went silent for Gwalchmai as he stared at an unimaginable scene. He saw Yshania approach the three Orcs who had also fallen victim to her Hold spell. She stopped and considered for a moment, then without even so much as a flicker of emotion on her face, she slit the throat of each defenseless Orc. They were taller than she was, and she actually had to stand on her toes and lay one hand on their chests in a stance that would otherwise have been rather intimate. Yet her sword traced a bright red line from gnarled ear to gnarled ear; thrice. She stepped back and watched a moment as the blood flow in three bright rivers. Then she swept up the torch and moved toward Thantor, leaving the frozen, soon-to-be corpses in the merciful dark.
Gwalchmai couldn’t believe that a druid could do such a thing to another living thing. He looked down at his own Wakizashi and wondered if he could ever do the same. Even so contemptible an enemy deserved a fighting chance. Didn’t they? But these are contemptible times, calling for contemptible measures, surely. He stared numbly at his sword and considered, not for the first time, the wisdom of his chosen path. Perhaps later, when this was all over….
This was when things really started happening fast. Thantor hissed something to Yshania, and suddenly the cows were mobile and running, with fast wolves yipping and nipping the heard into a frenzy. Gwalchmai was pushed up against a wall, the cattle speeding by, careening into rocks, walls, and each other. More than once Gwalchmai was nearly gored by a horn or his feet stomped by a hoof. To make matters worse, several skeletons appeared riding on the backs of the cows. The panic of the cattle was palpable. Gwalchmai watched with a mixture of horror and admiration as the cattle suddenly burst upon the Drow, sowing confusion in their wake. Sure enough, a few of the Drow were trampled, but the cattle kept going, not stopping in the face of conjured spiders, a demon, or even once they passed the Drow. The flaw in the plan was quite evident. There was no one in position to calm the cows down.
Gwalchmai knew his first responsibility was to the group’s overall objective: deal with the enemy. The cattle were a secondary concern. However, one glance at the skeletons, spiders, demon, wolves, and Dark Flames engaging the Drow told him that there was little need to fear for his companions. The situation was well in hand. Running forward, he dodged flying arrows, clashing swords, and magical energy to pursue the stampeding cattle.
Twice he passed the bodies of cows that had been crushed under the hoofs of their companions. A short distance away, he found the cattle in a larger cavern, circling like a flock of startled birds. Bovine screams of panic echoed in the dimly lit cave. For a moment, Gwalchmai watched, then found what he was looking for – the lead bull. He said the words to a Charm Animal spell, though he couldn’t even hear himself above the din, and focused on calming the bull. It didn’t take long for the other cows to calm themselves as well. Perhaps they found the dim torch light comforting in some way. Breathing a sigh, Gwalchmai ordered the lead bull to stay put, and he turned to rejoin his companions.
But his way was blocked. One Drow Warrior had followed him.
The Order of the Dark Flame: Book 5. (story, no spam)
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"Yippi Kai Yea, mother scratchers", one of the skeleton warriors barked out doing his best John McClane. A lasso twirling above its' head snapped forward to rope the closest drow warrior who managed to avoid the stampede. The remaining two skeleton warriors hopped off their 'steeds' drawing steel and cackling as they approached the entangled dark elf.
Flanders used the continued distraction to move into a favorable position to deal with the drow mages, or at least some of them. "Nau faer nindel i'dol. Ragar l'olath uss.", one of the drow mages barked out. Two of the drow warriors began heading in Flanders' direction while the drow mages began casting protection spells. He took a note of their position as they flickered in and out from improved invisibility and began to sprint towards them. The pair of drow soldiers caught sight of their target and closed on his position. Relying on psionics, it took only a few seconds to have the drow warriors engaged in combat with one another.
The symbols cast from the pair of drow mages bounced off Flanders with no effect as he charged invoking a whirlwind strike and drew from the power of his kai. If these drow mages followed the standard patrol combat protections, he would have to strike fast to eliminate the stoneskins, however, they would not be prepared for the 'unenchanted' weapons he brandished.
Flanders used the continued distraction to move into a favorable position to deal with the drow mages, or at least some of them. "Nau faer nindel i'dol. Ragar l'olath uss.", one of the drow mages barked out. Two of the drow warriors began heading in Flanders' direction while the drow mages began casting protection spells. He took a note of their position as they flickered in and out from improved invisibility and began to sprint towards them. The pair of drow soldiers caught sight of their target and closed on his position. Relying on psionics, it took only a few seconds to have the drow warriors engaged in combat with one another.
The symbols cast from the pair of drow mages bounced off Flanders with no effect as he charged invoking a whirlwind strike and drew from the power of his kai. If these drow mages followed the standard patrol combat protections, he would have to strike fast to eliminate the stoneskins, however, they would not be prepared for the 'unenchanted' weapons he brandished.
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Amid the chaos, Yshania detected a sliver of movement in her peripheral vision mages! she hissed to herself, dropping back into the shadows. For a moment she almost lost her concentration, almost panicked by their close proximity, her skin began to itch again to the point of burning. She took a breath and muttered the words to Invisibility Purge, and as the dark elf reappeared - and before she could react - Yshania released a cloud of angry buzzing insects that immediately engulfed the drow mage before swarming to a second that had also been revealed by the purge spell....
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
K'lethya cursed as she saw her commando fall apart, the drow scrambling to get out of the cattle's way, herself barely escaping an oncoming bull. Jumping to the side, the lean Drow priestess quickly turned the ring on her finger and vanished. She scowled as she saw the drow being crushed under the stampede, then barked out orders right and left, moving forward to see who caused the stampede.
She quickly directed some of the warriors against the skeleton warriors, seemingly the most immediate thread. A look to the rear told her that a few of her lieutnants, actually two mages, were already taking care of the troublemaker back there. Suddenly, she was startled to see two men in their middle, seemingly having appeared out of nothing. The cattle! They must have been riding on the cattle! Just as she thought this, already the first drow went down under their onslaught. Infuriated, she directed spells fired at them... a little chain lightning would do good against that shining paladin type, she directed the mage closest to her, about halfway between rear guard and front, to take care of that.
Overviewing the scene, she continued barking orders, keeping moving so her position would not be revealed. The other two priestesses travelling with her began incantations, one mass heal, the other protection from good. Next, K'Lethya sent one of two invisible assassins against the Hakeashar trying to reach the mages, then shouted at one at the back to quickly bring up some true sight along with his other protections. Moving forwards, she told one of the two mages up front to fire a death spell off, to get rid of all those annoying critters. One or more fire balls down the corridor wouldn't hurt either, she decided, and called for the second mage at the front to move a bit get further out.
Reaching the front, she squinted down the corridor, but could not yet see anybody, then turned back and cursed again as she saw a figure shooting off magic missiles at her rear guard. Shouting out orders, she ran back where she came from, not noting how Ysh dispelled her mages' invisibility and caught them in insects.
As K'Lethya was halfway back to the rear, the death spell was completed, just before the mage that had cast it was wrapped in the insect cloud, and K'lethya grinned as she saw the lot of critters drop the ground, only one or two stalkers on the outskirts of battle remaining standing. At the same time, a true sight by one of the mages at the back also revealed Symbul's simulacrum and K'lethya approved how that mage had found the time for it, while bringing up his own protections and battling the intruder at the back. At this, the drow commander turned once again to the front, only to see her strategy unravelling once more...
She quickly directed some of the warriors against the skeleton warriors, seemingly the most immediate thread. A look to the rear told her that a few of her lieutnants, actually two mages, were already taking care of the troublemaker back there. Suddenly, she was startled to see two men in their middle, seemingly having appeared out of nothing. The cattle! They must have been riding on the cattle! Just as she thought this, already the first drow went down under their onslaught. Infuriated, she directed spells fired at them... a little chain lightning would do good against that shining paladin type, she directed the mage closest to her, about halfway between rear guard and front, to take care of that.
Overviewing the scene, she continued barking orders, keeping moving so her position would not be revealed. The other two priestesses travelling with her began incantations, one mass heal, the other protection from good. Next, K'Lethya sent one of two invisible assassins against the Hakeashar trying to reach the mages, then shouted at one at the back to quickly bring up some true sight along with his other protections. Moving forwards, she told one of the two mages up front to fire a death spell off, to get rid of all those annoying critters. One or more fire balls down the corridor wouldn't hurt either, she decided, and called for the second mage at the front to move a bit get further out.
Reaching the front, she squinted down the corridor, but could not yet see anybody, then turned back and cursed again as she saw a figure shooting off magic missiles at her rear guard. Shouting out orders, she ran back where she came from, not noting how Ysh dispelled her mages' invisibility and caught them in insects.
As K'Lethya was halfway back to the rear, the death spell was completed, just before the mage that had cast it was wrapped in the insect cloud, and K'lethya grinned as she saw the lot of critters drop the ground, only one or two stalkers on the outskirts of battle remaining standing. At the same time, a true sight by one of the mages at the back also revealed Symbul's simulacrum and K'lethya approved how that mage had found the time for it, while bringing up his own protections and battling the intruder at the back. At this, the drow commander turned once again to the front, only to see her strategy unravelling once more...
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
Nippy's body wracked with pain when the lightning coursed through the ground, it rumbled slowly to his feet and crackled up his spine through his entire body. He gasped as the shock rode through his system, crackling with intense energy.
He dropped to his knees, and felt the energy slowly dissipate out, the pain receeded slowly but he still felt the shock in his system, his hair crackled and lightning ran through his fingers. He got up, his knees shaking at first but then solidifying, his stance strong.
One of the Drow warriors ran to Nippy and tried to bring down his long sword into the skull of Nippy but Nippy roared in his face and ran inside, grabbing his smaller opponent by the neck he picked him up and cracked him in the face with a vicious headbutt. Blood poured from the Drow's mouth and he crumpled on the floor, unconcious.
Nippy roared out loud, his voice ricocheing off the walls. "Torm's strength!" Two Mages in front of him were crippled by Insect Summons and Nippy ran through to meet his opponent.
He ran towards the Drow mage that had casted the spell at Nippy and Bloodstalker and the Mage smirked at Nippy.
"Come then rivvin, you meet your death on my blade..."
The Drow drew her dagger and aimed a slash at Nippy's throat. He jumped backwards, clearing the wild cut but he snaked out his hand and grabbed the wrist of his opponent, making her drop her blade. He punched her in the face but was met with a stone like resistance. She laughed again at Nippy.
"You won't get through this surfacer! See if you can!" Nippy smiled back and replied with a whisper.
"I can't, but my friend can..."
He grabbed her other wrist and pinioned her arms behind her back, stopping her from casting any spells. He shoved her towards Bloodstalker who smiled knowingly. He was just battling his own opponent and the two skilled warriors swapped quickly, Nippy taking over his battle and Bloodstalker battling the Mage...
He dropped to his knees, and felt the energy slowly dissipate out, the pain receeded slowly but he still felt the shock in his system, his hair crackled and lightning ran through his fingers. He got up, his knees shaking at first but then solidifying, his stance strong.
One of the Drow warriors ran to Nippy and tried to bring down his long sword into the skull of Nippy but Nippy roared in his face and ran inside, grabbing his smaller opponent by the neck he picked him up and cracked him in the face with a vicious headbutt. Blood poured from the Drow's mouth and he crumpled on the floor, unconcious.
Nippy roared out loud, his voice ricocheing off the walls. "Torm's strength!" Two Mages in front of him were crippled by Insect Summons and Nippy ran through to meet his opponent.
He ran towards the Drow mage that had casted the spell at Nippy and Bloodstalker and the Mage smirked at Nippy.
"Come then rivvin, you meet your death on my blade..."
The Drow drew her dagger and aimed a slash at Nippy's throat. He jumped backwards, clearing the wild cut but he snaked out his hand and grabbed the wrist of his opponent, making her drop her blade. He punched her in the face but was met with a stone like resistance. She laughed again at Nippy.
"You won't get through this surfacer! See if you can!" Nippy smiled back and replied with a whisper.
"I can't, but my friend can..."
He grabbed her other wrist and pinioned her arms behind her back, stopping her from casting any spells. He shoved her towards Bloodstalker who smiled knowingly. He was just battling his own opponent and the two skilled warriors swapped quickly, Nippy taking over his battle and Bloodstalker battling the Mage...
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BS squared himself in front of the mage. He caught the movement in the corner of his eye, and retreated nimbly back as the drow brought her dagger around to slash at his midsection. He could have deflected the blow, but he understood the purpose of the strike, one meant not to kill but to force him back that the drow could gain the time needed to begin to cast again. BS figured to give her that time rather than to be drawn into a prolonged fight.
The flash of her eyes confirmed his belief, as did the sound of her voice falling into an arcane language. He felt the magical energies being drawn and manipulated, causing the hair on hs body to stand on end. But he was already in motion by the time she had started her incantaion.
springing forward, he brought Striker around in an over head swing, arcing down across the drows shoulder. The mage, so near to completion of her spell, didn't move to block his blow, confident in her security. The look melted to one of surprise as the blade made contact, grazing for a moment across her magical protection, then the area between them brightened considerably as the blade began to glow.
Striker flashed a brilliant red, as magical energy was pulled into the swordand then dispersed into the air harmlessly. Suddenly the glow was gone, but still the blade showed red, red drawn from a thin line of blood that had appeared on the mages shoulder.
Her spell disipated as her concentration was lost, and to her creditm the shock didn't last long. Up came the dagger, but BS brought his sword inside in a sweeping movement that caused her arm to fly wide and let his body continue to turn inside, pausing when his right shoulder was inches from her body and bringing his arm back, conecting on her face with the hard pommel end of the sword.
Blood poured from the broken nose, and the drow fell back as BS continued his spin, bringing the blade around and slashing a great opening in her stomach. The drow lurched forward and went to her knees, hands going to her stomach, trying to hold the organs inside her body and BS stepped outside and brought the blade down one final time, seperating her head from her body.
He stoofor a moment looking at the dead mage, a feeling of satisfaction coarsing through him, then began to move again, looking for any enemies in the area.
The flash of her eyes confirmed his belief, as did the sound of her voice falling into an arcane language. He felt the magical energies being drawn and manipulated, causing the hair on hs body to stand on end. But he was already in motion by the time she had started her incantaion.
springing forward, he brought Striker around in an over head swing, arcing down across the drows shoulder. The mage, so near to completion of her spell, didn't move to block his blow, confident in her security. The look melted to one of surprise as the blade made contact, grazing for a moment across her magical protection, then the area between them brightened considerably as the blade began to glow.
Striker flashed a brilliant red, as magical energy was pulled into the swordand then dispersed into the air harmlessly. Suddenly the glow was gone, but still the blade showed red, red drawn from a thin line of blood that had appeared on the mages shoulder.
Her spell disipated as her concentration was lost, and to her creditm the shock didn't last long. Up came the dagger, but BS brought his sword inside in a sweeping movement that caused her arm to fly wide and let his body continue to turn inside, pausing when his right shoulder was inches from her body and bringing his arm back, conecting on her face with the hard pommel end of the sword.
Blood poured from the broken nose, and the drow fell back as BS continued his spin, bringing the blade around and slashing a great opening in her stomach. The drow lurched forward and went to her knees, hands going to her stomach, trying to hold the organs inside her body and BS stepped outside and brought the blade down one final time, seperating her head from her body.
He stoofor a moment looking at the dead mage, a feeling of satisfaction coarsing through him, then began to move again, looking for any enemies in the area.
Lord of Lurkers
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!
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He engaged the pair of mages from an evasive roll expecting some cover fire from the drow still levitating above. He struck true and with fury going back and forth between the mages, opting for unorthodox patterns the drow were not accustomed to defending. He was just about through the stoneskins when the first melf's acid arrow hit him. Again, he called for another whirlwind strike and continued to beat on the mages as the acid arrows eroded his flesh.
The stoneskins were broken, the first of the two mages fell quickly, a confused look crossing him as the weapons slashed through robe, flesh, and his protection from magical weapons spell. The second mage still seemed unaffected by his blades as the acid arrows triggered a second time. Flanders arched in pain dropping his blades as the hunger within him took over. He revealed his fangs to the mage as he grabbed him by his white mane of hair.
"orior whol natha dro d'nilah", Flanders yelled at him bringing his fangs down hard upon the mages neck who only managed a muffled squeak. He drank for only a few seconds before pulling his head back coughing up drow blood. Enraged, he took his free hand and plunged it deep into the mages chest. Confused and abhorred with himself, he dropped the mages heart as he sublimed to a mist and fled back towards the cavern.
The stoneskins were broken, the first of the two mages fell quickly, a confused look crossing him as the weapons slashed through robe, flesh, and his protection from magical weapons spell. The second mage still seemed unaffected by his blades as the acid arrows triggered a second time. Flanders arched in pain dropping his blades as the hunger within him took over. He revealed his fangs to the mage as he grabbed him by his white mane of hair.
"orior whol natha dro d'nilah", Flanders yelled at him bringing his fangs down hard upon the mages neck who only managed a muffled squeak. He drank for only a few seconds before pulling his head back coughing up drow blood. Enraged, he took his free hand and plunged it deep into the mages chest. Confused and abhorred with himself, he dropped the mages heart as he sublimed to a mist and fled back towards the cavern.
Crush enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of the women.
Aqua-chan opened her eyes to a bright world of headaches and shots of pain throughought her entire body. Instinctively, her senses began feeding her information of where she was and what had happened. All was silent, which was odd because Aqua-chan could have sworn that she had heard cows at one point before the attack.
She noticed the opening to the cavern: it remained obsolete, for now. Despite her natural infrasion, she couldn't see more than just a few feet within the black hole.
"Those shadows are not natural," she muttered aloud, "they are tained with evil. The evil of the Drow."
She pulled herself up off the ground and gathered herself together and placed the events back in order. The Drow had emerged from the slaughter of thier people to flee, in hopes of keeping thier lives for the time being. And Aqua-chan knew for a fact that where one Drow roamed, there would be more within.
But a thundering snort of pain caught her ear. It sounded like a mix between a pig and cow falling to a blade, screeching in a fataly delayed surrender. She knew the noise somewhat well; it could have been a Mind Flayer, or the common Umberhulk, but it became obvious that it was, in fact, an Orc.
"Filthy Drow. I know not if the heroes in there will be allies to me or kill me on the spot after the battle is over, but at least I will die knowing that I have eliminated Drow either way."
Collecting her favored scimitar off the ground a few feat away where it had fallen when she had been knocked back, Aqua-chan heaved a heavy sigh in hope. Whatever was within may need help. Or they may not. It didn't matter, because her mind was made up: she's make sure that every Drow was dead before she left this area. Without anymore thoughts on the matter, she rushed into the black shadows, completely unaware of what may happen.
She followed the constant bleats of cows for the longest time. She hadn't any idea where she was going, nor any clue as to what would happen when she got there. She tried to find the leader of the herd. Maybe there she would get some answers, but it wasn't likely. But, you never know.
Luck was on her side...Maybe it wasn't good luck, but some sort of luck did bring her to the leader of the herd, as well as an unexpected fight. Within the room of cows, she found two mortal creatures: one that was Drow, one that wasn't. The man who was not Drow seemed to be surprised that the enemy had followed him, and the Drow was relishing the fact that he had surprised the surfacer.
Aqua-chan wasn't sure wether or not she had been seen at first, but the dark elf turned his head toward her after a time and narrowed his eyes with a grin.
"Acca, kona thwe'er nis'malbrizt. Du'cco, noam'fakah," he said with an obviously sly voice.
To Aqua-chan, who had been a slave to Drow for many years, his words were clearer than the light. She didn't know if she was going to run, stand, or attack. It all mattered on the surfacer's next move.
"Aqua, good of you to come. I will kill him first and then you, my disobediant wench."
She noticed the opening to the cavern: it remained obsolete, for now. Despite her natural infrasion, she couldn't see more than just a few feet within the black hole.
"Those shadows are not natural," she muttered aloud, "they are tained with evil. The evil of the Drow."
She pulled herself up off the ground and gathered herself together and placed the events back in order. The Drow had emerged from the slaughter of thier people to flee, in hopes of keeping thier lives for the time being. And Aqua-chan knew for a fact that where one Drow roamed, there would be more within.
But a thundering snort of pain caught her ear. It sounded like a mix between a pig and cow falling to a blade, screeching in a fataly delayed surrender. She knew the noise somewhat well; it could have been a Mind Flayer, or the common Umberhulk, but it became obvious that it was, in fact, an Orc.
"Filthy Drow. I know not if the heroes in there will be allies to me or kill me on the spot after the battle is over, but at least I will die knowing that I have eliminated Drow either way."
Collecting her favored scimitar off the ground a few feat away where it had fallen when she had been knocked back, Aqua-chan heaved a heavy sigh in hope. Whatever was within may need help. Or they may not. It didn't matter, because her mind was made up: she's make sure that every Drow was dead before she left this area. Without anymore thoughts on the matter, she rushed into the black shadows, completely unaware of what may happen.
She followed the constant bleats of cows for the longest time. She hadn't any idea where she was going, nor any clue as to what would happen when she got there. She tried to find the leader of the herd. Maybe there she would get some answers, but it wasn't likely. But, you never know.
Luck was on her side...Maybe it wasn't good luck, but some sort of luck did bring her to the leader of the herd, as well as an unexpected fight. Within the room of cows, she found two mortal creatures: one that was Drow, one that wasn't. The man who was not Drow seemed to be surprised that the enemy had followed him, and the Drow was relishing the fact that he had surprised the surfacer.
Aqua-chan wasn't sure wether or not she had been seen at first, but the dark elf turned his head toward her after a time and narrowed his eyes with a grin.
"Acca, kona thwe'er nis'malbrizt. Du'cco, noam'fakah," he said with an obviously sly voice.
To Aqua-chan, who had been a slave to Drow for many years, his words were clearer than the light. She didn't know if she was going to run, stand, or attack. It all mattered on the surfacer's next move.
"Aqua, good of you to come. I will kill him first and then you, my disobediant wench."
"There are worse things in the world than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess." - Zevran
Golhyrr entered the corridor flanked on either side by his two lieutenants, his piwafwi swirling around him like a dark storm cloud. The stench of charred flesh was heavy in his nostrils as he passed the blackened walls splattered with grizzled remnants of blasted body parts. The drow warriors came quickly to their feet on sighting him. "Vendui'," offered the ranking officer hastily, stepping back out of Golhyrr's path. He ignored the traditional greeting and simply growled, "Show me." The officer pointed to a token pile of blackened fingernails that lay on the tunnel floor. Golhyrr walked over to them, gazing down with open contempt. Suddenly his boot lashed out, scattering the remains over the tunnel floor. "Wael" he intoned loud enough for everyone present to hear. Inwardly, however, he was furious for a different reason. Though he and Ovctan were brothers, had even done The Blooding together, there was little affection between the two men. His anger stemmed from the fact that Ovctan was a known element and shared common goals; thus he was the closest thing to an ally that Golhyrr had in this hellhole. With no one to watch his back, his mission here had become significantly more dangerous. Like many male drow mages, he had formerly been assigned to accompanying the merchants who dealt with the surface world. This suited him perfectly, since the possibility of learning more potent magics in the Underdark was limited by his sex and the paranoia of his potential teachers. His dealings with the surfacers had allowed him to significantly augment is cache of spells. Since few female drow would willing agree to such duty, he and Ovctan had accepted this assignment because it offered what every drow fought, killed, and breathed for: station. Promises had been made that a successful mission here would allow them entrance to a noble house, perhaps even the First House. Now, these iblith threatened to upset his carefully crafted plans for glory…
"Report," he barked to no one in particular.
"The lower east side patrol has not reported back, jabbuk," the officer reported immediately. "There are also sightings of two rivvil traveling with what looks to be a wolf in that area…"
"Do you think two rivvil and a wolf did all of this!?" Golhyrr screamed at him, his arm gesturing wildly. Not waiting for an answer from the stunned officer, Golhyrr turned to his lieutenants. "Your best sargtlin in fifteen minutes at the lower east check point." They nodded and were gone.
His eyes quickly scanned the scene, missing nothing: the blast pattern, the shards of potion flask pieces, the lay of the corpses. He had already viewed the torture room and the remains of the stinking orcs. "Any sign of the paladin darthir?" he asked.
"No, jabbuk." Golhyrr doubted she would have been in any condition to have been of assistance, given her condition the last time he had…seen her. Though he would never undercut his advantage by telling his underlings this, he was certain that what he was seeing was the work of a single person, an opponent that was ruthless, clever, and well-equipped. Several possibilities went through his mind, including a traitor in his own group. He had been briefed by the minions of the Shadow Master and was aware of the various forces set against them, including the pitiable Dark Flames. Whoever he was facing, he would not underestimate them as Ovctan had obviously done. He turned to the officer. "The lower east check point in fifteen minutes. Bring the spiders."
"Report," he barked to no one in particular.
"The lower east side patrol has not reported back, jabbuk," the officer reported immediately. "There are also sightings of two rivvil traveling with what looks to be a wolf in that area…"
"Do you think two rivvil and a wolf did all of this!?" Golhyrr screamed at him, his arm gesturing wildly. Not waiting for an answer from the stunned officer, Golhyrr turned to his lieutenants. "Your best sargtlin in fifteen minutes at the lower east check point." They nodded and were gone.
His eyes quickly scanned the scene, missing nothing: the blast pattern, the shards of potion flask pieces, the lay of the corpses. He had already viewed the torture room and the remains of the stinking orcs. "Any sign of the paladin darthir?" he asked.
"No, jabbuk." Golhyrr doubted she would have been in any condition to have been of assistance, given her condition the last time he had…seen her. Though he would never undercut his advantage by telling his underlings this, he was certain that what he was seeing was the work of a single person, an opponent that was ruthless, clever, and well-equipped. Several possibilities went through his mind, including a traitor in his own group. He had been briefed by the minions of the Shadow Master and was aware of the various forces set against them, including the pitiable Dark Flames. Whoever he was facing, he would not underestimate them as Ovctan had obviously done. He turned to the officer. "The lower east check point in fifteen minutes. Bring the spiders."
Those who will play with kitties must expect to be scratched.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
The three ran furiously. They were slowly going up hill, and the sounds of a fierce battle raged on ahead of them. It seemed the Dark Flames had started the fun without them. As they came closer to the battle grounds, they passed a well lit corridor. Aegis skidded to a halt momentarily, glancing down it. He could see several sets of old, rusted bars. Beside each one, a moldy bucket of stale water sat, just out of reach from anyone inside the bars. Farscape, after noticing the lack of his ranger companion, turned about.
"Come on!" He yelled, his sword drawn, eager to get into the melee. Beside him, Fang was baring his teeth.
"Go on without me!" Aegis called back, turning into the corridor. "I'll be with you and the others soon." the ranger then sprinted headlong into the corridor.
Farscape sighed, and then turned back to the sounds of battle. Him and Fang then took of, eager to slay some Drow.
Aegis made his way swiftly down the tunnel. The walls stank of rotting flesh, and death. It was obvious he had found a prison ward. He would occassionaly glance into a passing cell, but after seeing the half decayed remains of a body, he would continue on. He encountered no resistence, the guaurds having left their posts to help their own comrades in the battle.
The ranger was about to turn back, and return towards the main corridor, and battle, but suddenly paused, glancing towards one cell. He was right! Between the bars, he saw a ragged looking hand resting on the cold metal. Aegis went closer, and peered into the cell.
"Well?" came a gruff voice from inside. "You gonna let me out, or am I gonna have to rot in here?" the sentence was followed by an odd laughter, boarder line on madness.
Aegis took a step back. Inside was a human, roughly twenty six years old, with the build of a warrior. "Why should I?"
"Because, yer an elf, and hate the Drow as much as I do." The man erupted into another fit of laughter.
"You seem quite mad."
"Aye..." The man pressed his face up against the bars. His cheeks were covered in a thin layer of stuble. He had only been here a few days, judging from his appearance. "You would be too, if the Drow had left you alive." He grinned wildly.
Aegis nodded his head, understanding completly. He then struck Sunfang down fiercly, shattering the lock. The rusty cage swung open on it's hingers, screeching loudly. "Your name." Aegis stated afterwards.
"Seir." Seir looked around, and stood up. "Now, where can I find a weapon?"
Aegis grinned.
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"Come on!" He yelled, his sword drawn, eager to get into the melee. Beside him, Fang was baring his teeth.
"Go on without me!" Aegis called back, turning into the corridor. "I'll be with you and the others soon." the ranger then sprinted headlong into the corridor.
Farscape sighed, and then turned back to the sounds of battle. Him and Fang then took of, eager to slay some Drow.
Aegis made his way swiftly down the tunnel. The walls stank of rotting flesh, and death. It was obvious he had found a prison ward. He would occassionaly glance into a passing cell, but after seeing the half decayed remains of a body, he would continue on. He encountered no resistence, the guaurds having left their posts to help their own comrades in the battle.
The ranger was about to turn back, and return towards the main corridor, and battle, but suddenly paused, glancing towards one cell. He was right! Between the bars, he saw a ragged looking hand resting on the cold metal. Aegis went closer, and peered into the cell.
"Well?" came a gruff voice from inside. "You gonna let me out, or am I gonna have to rot in here?" the sentence was followed by an odd laughter, boarder line on madness.
Aegis took a step back. Inside was a human, roughly twenty six years old, with the build of a warrior. "Why should I?"
"Because, yer an elf, and hate the Drow as much as I do." The man erupted into another fit of laughter.
"You seem quite mad."
"Aye..." The man pressed his face up against the bars. His cheeks were covered in a thin layer of stuble. He had only been here a few days, judging from his appearance. "You would be too, if the Drow had left you alive." He grinned wildly.
Aegis nodded his head, understanding completly. He then struck Sunfang down fiercly, shattering the lock. The rusty cage swung open on it's hingers, screeching loudly. "Your name." Aegis stated afterwards.
"Seir." Seir looked around, and stood up. "Now, where can I find a weapon?"
Aegis grinned.
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Gwalchmai
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“Surfacer” the Drow Warrior said, his voice heavily accented but the derision and hatred were easily understood. The warrior’s right shoulder was gashed, probably a wound from a Sword Spider, so he had dropped his shield. But he still held a lethal-looking sword. Chainmail softly jingling, the warrior crouched in a stance that betrayed a high skill-level with his long sword – a skill that Gwalchmai did not share.
Gwalchmai held his sword stiffly in front of him with both hands, hoping to block and parry, but with little hope of actually landing a blow himself. He had no protection spells active, and he could think of no spells that could be spoken before the Drow would attack. He saw the warrior grin – gold-adorned teeth gleamed as his black tongue slowly licked his dark lips.
“This is going to be easy,” the warrior thought.
“This is going to be difficult,” Gwalchmai thought.
But the Drow didn’t attack. Without taking his attention from Gwalchmai, he slowly turned his head and said something in his strange subterranean language to a figure behind him. Gwalchmai was astonished that he hadn’t seen the other figure arrive, and craned his neck to get a better look. What was it? Bipedal like a humanoid, but with fur and triangular ears. Some sort of cat-creature? The Drow seemed unconcerned with the creature’s presence, and even spoke with a tone a familiarity. Obviously, the cat was in league with the Drow. Didn’t Mysteria suspect some sort of cat-creature to be responsible for Georgi’s disappearance? Clearly, Gwalchmai was facing two enemies.
With a sudden, swift movement, the Drow slashed his sword to ring against Gwalchmai’s blade. The blade nearly flew from Gwalchmai’s hands, but he brought it back up just barely in time to deflect another slash. The Drow toyed with him more, slashing at the blade but not making any of the standard killing thrusts that would have ended the battle quickly. Gwalchmai was driven back step by step. He counted himself lucky that the cat creature did not appear interested in helping her Drow master. Small blessings aside, things didn't look too good for the druid.
Gwalchmai knew that his only chance lay in retreat, the phrase ‘The Better Part of Valor’ ringing in his head. But retreat would be difficult with his back to a herd of cattle. Still, he may be able to find a path through the animals and buy himself enough time to cast a spell or two. He turned to run, but suddenly, Gwalchmai’s foot slipped and he fell to the ground – hard.
He looked down at the squelchy substance he had slipped in.
“Bull Pucky.”
The Drow Warrior’s golden gleam grew brighter.
Gwalchmai held his sword stiffly in front of him with both hands, hoping to block and parry, but with little hope of actually landing a blow himself. He had no protection spells active, and he could think of no spells that could be spoken before the Drow would attack. He saw the warrior grin – gold-adorned teeth gleamed as his black tongue slowly licked his dark lips.
“This is going to be easy,” the warrior thought.
“This is going to be difficult,” Gwalchmai thought.
But the Drow didn’t attack. Without taking his attention from Gwalchmai, he slowly turned his head and said something in his strange subterranean language to a figure behind him. Gwalchmai was astonished that he hadn’t seen the other figure arrive, and craned his neck to get a better look. What was it? Bipedal like a humanoid, but with fur and triangular ears. Some sort of cat-creature? The Drow seemed unconcerned with the creature’s presence, and even spoke with a tone a familiarity. Obviously, the cat was in league with the Drow. Didn’t Mysteria suspect some sort of cat-creature to be responsible for Georgi’s disappearance? Clearly, Gwalchmai was facing two enemies.
With a sudden, swift movement, the Drow slashed his sword to ring against Gwalchmai’s blade. The blade nearly flew from Gwalchmai’s hands, but he brought it back up just barely in time to deflect another slash. The Drow toyed with him more, slashing at the blade but not making any of the standard killing thrusts that would have ended the battle quickly. Gwalchmai was driven back step by step. He counted himself lucky that the cat creature did not appear interested in helping her Drow master. Small blessings aside, things didn't look too good for the druid.
Gwalchmai knew that his only chance lay in retreat, the phrase ‘The Better Part of Valor’ ringing in his head. But retreat would be difficult with his back to a herd of cattle. Still, he may be able to find a path through the animals and buy himself enough time to cast a spell or two. He turned to run, but suddenly, Gwalchmai’s foot slipped and he fell to the ground – hard.
He looked down at the squelchy substance he had slipped in.
“Bull Pucky.”
The Drow Warrior’s golden gleam grew brighter.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Observing combat from the shadows across from Yshania, he perceived that the drow squadron appeared to have a focal point, an unseen command center that was calibrating its actions. He quickly communicated his observations psionically to Simbul and cast True Seeing. As he chanted the words to the spell, Simbul's simulacrum changed its position. Having exhausted its supply of Magic Missiles, it now cast Sunburst directly into the badgered drow party. The blinding light had a horrific effect on the drow, dropping many of them to their knees. Thantor completed his spell, revealing K'Lethya position against the wall near her unfortunately insect-plagued mages. Instantly, Simbul appeared as well, her wild hair and tattered robes swirling as if in a mad wind. Her hand arched out, a Maze spell spewing forth and ensnared the screaming K'Lethya. The drow party was now in complete disarray. A whooshing sound sped past Thantor's ear as Dragon Wench took advantage of the increased light to find homes for her deadly arrows. Nodding in acknowledgement from the thumbs up from Yshania, Thantor ran off in the direction he had seen Gwalchmai disappear.
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Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
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dragon wench
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A flash, a sudden series of movements flickered ahead. Dragon's Wench's eyes were drawn towards Gwalchmai suddenly landing upon the stone floor....fading her from her line of vision. Another flash....and she saw a drow warrior bearing down on her friend. With a yell, she jumped from the shadows of the wall and sprinted towards Gwally....
In her haste, however, she had not noticed that another Drow was skulking close by. Slight panic gripped her as she skidded to a halt. He laughed at her, a menacing grin etching cruel, vindictive features. Dragon Wench shuddered briefly, but then....a rush of andrenalin surging through her, she grimly drew her sword. Obeying an inner impulse she narrowed her eyes and spat at the figure before her, hatred welling from within....she stared at the twisted expression of the enemy, and muttered something incomprehensible....
Her foe was a skilled, seasoned warrior from the looks of him....but then... so was she......
In her haste, however, she had not noticed that another Drow was skulking close by. Slight panic gripped her as she skidded to a halt. He laughed at her, a menacing grin etching cruel, vindictive features. Dragon Wench shuddered briefly, but then....a rush of andrenalin surging through her, she grimly drew her sword. Obeying an inner impulse she narrowed her eyes and spat at the figure before her, hatred welling from within....she stared at the twisted expression of the enemy, and muttered something incomprehensible....
Her foe was a skilled, seasoned warrior from the looks of him....but then... so was she......
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Farscape and Fang came running into the swarm of battle, each lunging at the nearest enemy, whether it was orc or drow, each battling to their own respective fronts. Fang sprang forward, tearing a hunk of flesh out of an unsuspecting drow, then continuing forth, fighting his way towards Mysteria. Farscape had a different method in mind. He cut a bloody swath of death into the middle of the melee, challenging all that would oppsoe him, then readily cutting them down...
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Aegis emerged from the tunnels shortly after Farscape and Fang did. He immediatly dug SunFang into the ground, and unslung the bow from his shoulders. He grinned as he c0cked two arrows, and aimed them. He fired them off, sending twin, streaking darts through the air, and embedding themselves deeply into the chest of a drow. Aegis grinned, and slung his bow again, and pulled Sunfang out of the ground and sprinted forward, following the same path as Fang.
The moving was slow, every inch was a hard fought inch. He blade soon became red with blood, though how much of it was his, he had no clue. The ranger only wanted to get near an ally, and at least have some help in the matter. Seir had dissappear shortly after finding a weapon.
He worked his way towards the closet member of the Dark Flames, Mysteria.
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Seir had climbed to a higher elevation. He gripped the massive orc axe in his one hand. He peered off the edge of his vantage point. Right below him, a large group of combined troops were charging closer to the thick of things. A manical grin etched his lips, and he sprang off the edge. He plummeted towards the ground, his new found axe hefted above his head, poised to strike at the first unsuspecting victim. As he fell, he laughed wildly, like a mad man would laugh at some obscure object. The orc below grunted, and looked up. It didn't last long. The axe buried itself into the orcs head, cleaving the body in two down to it's waste.
As easily as it had sunk into the orcs body, Seir hoisted it out, and immediatly swung to the next target, a drow coming in to attack from his flank. As the lilth elf saw the incoming axe, he raised his sword, in order to deflect the attack. Seir's strength moved right through. The adamantian sword shattered with the brute force of the attack, and the axe continued through, cleanly removing the neck. Seir then swung around, and stood to face the next group of enemies.
Three orcs and two drow stood waiting, their weapons bared, eager to spill the blood of the insane warrior. Seir laughed wildly, and charged forward, as did the enemies. The group met in a mass melee, a swath of blood and body limbs went flying. The orc axe, powered by the beserker strength of Seir seemed to toss the enemy weapons aside. Even the skilled drow couldn't counter the blood lust. It took only a few seconds, and Seir was out on the other side of the group, the last drow, and remaining orcs sliding to the ground, each sitting in their own pool of blood. Seir gave bellow laugh, and charged towards the rest of the fighting...
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Aegis emerged from the tunnels shortly after Farscape and Fang did. He immediatly dug SunFang into the ground, and unslung the bow from his shoulders. He grinned as he c0cked two arrows, and aimed them. He fired them off, sending twin, streaking darts through the air, and embedding themselves deeply into the chest of a drow. Aegis grinned, and slung his bow again, and pulled Sunfang out of the ground and sprinted forward, following the same path as Fang.
The moving was slow, every inch was a hard fought inch. He blade soon became red with blood, though how much of it was his, he had no clue. The ranger only wanted to get near an ally, and at least have some help in the matter. Seir had dissappear shortly after finding a weapon.
He worked his way towards the closet member of the Dark Flames, Mysteria.
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Seir had climbed to a higher elevation. He gripped the massive orc axe in his one hand. He peered off the edge of his vantage point. Right below him, a large group of combined troops were charging closer to the thick of things. A manical grin etched his lips, and he sprang off the edge. He plummeted towards the ground, his new found axe hefted above his head, poised to strike at the first unsuspecting victim. As he fell, he laughed wildly, like a mad man would laugh at some obscure object. The orc below grunted, and looked up. It didn't last long. The axe buried itself into the orcs head, cleaving the body in two down to it's waste.
As easily as it had sunk into the orcs body, Seir hoisted it out, and immediatly swung to the next target, a drow coming in to attack from his flank. As the lilth elf saw the incoming axe, he raised his sword, in order to deflect the attack. Seir's strength moved right through. The adamantian sword shattered with the brute force of the attack, and the axe continued through, cleanly removing the neck. Seir then swung around, and stood to face the next group of enemies.
Three orcs and two drow stood waiting, their weapons bared, eager to spill the blood of the insane warrior. Seir laughed wildly, and charged forward, as did the enemies. The group met in a mass melee, a swath of blood and body limbs went flying. The orc axe, powered by the beserker strength of Seir seemed to toss the enemy weapons aside. Even the skilled drow couldn't counter the blood lust. It took only a few seconds, and Seir was out on the other side of the group, the last drow, and remaining orcs sliding to the ground, each sitting in their own pool of blood. Seir gave bellow laugh, and charged towards the rest of the fighting...
K'Lethya looked around in angrily, seeing her strategy fall to pieces, her mages being cut down one by one and ever more attackers showing up. Taking station near the wall, she was looking for the priestessess to complete their spell as suddenly a blinding light tore through the darkness, forcing her back against the wall. For a moment, she was disotiented, holding her hand in fornt of her eyes.. her hand! Too late she realized that her invisibility was gone, she screamed in rage as the next spell hit her.
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Srpinting forward, Mysteria cursed herself for having lost so much time in the tunnel. Aegis probably wasn't even near. Coming up to the battle, she imitated Dragon Wench, taking advantage of the light frum the sunfire to fire as many arrows as she could before moving into melle.
The first arrow dropped an already staggering drow, a priestess if she was any judge, the next one homed down on a fighter who just attempted to get a hit at Nippy, nicely catching him in the throat. Suddenly, a figure (ooc: one of the assassins) appeared out of nothing, a wicked looking dagger in his hand. Cursing herself for not having looked out for telltale signs of invisible people, she fired ne last arrow at point blank range at the hateful drow, then dropped her bow and moved into melee.
For a moment, they cricled each other, each of them trying to judge the other. The drow didn't seem to be very comfortable with open combat and blood was oozing from wound her arrow had left. Suddenly, they both sprang forward, Mysteria catching the drows sword with her own, burying her dagger deeply into his flesh. For a moment, they stood locked together, then disengaged. The drow snarled, the deep gash on his side not preventing him to launch another vicious attack. She barely managed to catch his blade this time, jumping back, a smile coming to the drows face.
As he saw his opponent lower her weapons a bit, a triumphant smile came to his face, but why did she smile too? ... Seconds later, a wolf in full flight sent the drow tumbling to the floor, sinking his teeth into the soft, unprotected drow's throat.
"Fang!", Mysteria happily lughed, then became aware of Farscape cutting a bloody path through their opponents and a well known voice meant "If I were a drow, you would be dead..."
Swirling round, Mysteria almost hugged a grinning Aegis, but his bad eye put her off, she still wasn't used to it, but at least he seemed to have fared none the worse for it.
"Aegis! You're just in time!" they smiled at each other, then charged into battle once more, working in unison to drop whoever stood in their way.
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Srpinting forward, Mysteria cursed herself for having lost so much time in the tunnel. Aegis probably wasn't even near. Coming up to the battle, she imitated Dragon Wench, taking advantage of the light frum the sunfire to fire as many arrows as she could before moving into melle.
The first arrow dropped an already staggering drow, a priestess if she was any judge, the next one homed down on a fighter who just attempted to get a hit at Nippy, nicely catching him in the throat. Suddenly, a figure (ooc: one of the assassins) appeared out of nothing, a wicked looking dagger in his hand. Cursing herself for not having looked out for telltale signs of invisible people, she fired ne last arrow at point blank range at the hateful drow, then dropped her bow and moved into melee.
For a moment, they cricled each other, each of them trying to judge the other. The drow didn't seem to be very comfortable with open combat and blood was oozing from wound her arrow had left. Suddenly, they both sprang forward, Mysteria catching the drows sword with her own, burying her dagger deeply into his flesh. For a moment, they stood locked together, then disengaged. The drow snarled, the deep gash on his side not preventing him to launch another vicious attack. She barely managed to catch his blade this time, jumping back, a smile coming to the drows face.
As he saw his opponent lower her weapons a bit, a triumphant smile came to his face, but why did she smile too? ... Seconds later, a wolf in full flight sent the drow tumbling to the floor, sinking his teeth into the soft, unprotected drow's throat.
"Fang!", Mysteria happily lughed, then became aware of Farscape cutting a bloody path through their opponents and a well known voice meant "If I were a drow, you would be dead..."
Swirling round, Mysteria almost hugged a grinning Aegis, but his bad eye put her off, she still wasn't used to it, but at least he seemed to have fared none the worse for it.
"Aegis! You're just in time!" they smiled at each other, then charged into battle once more, working in unison to drop whoever stood in their way.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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Yshania
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Yshania stood rooted to the spot, the panic abating only to be replaced by seething hatred. As she observed her comrades match the drow for skill and guile, she had willed herself not to run again. Never again! A touch of the chaos she felt the last night she had fled the camp, caused her to bristle…she knew back then that, had she not escaped, it would have been the last time she would try, and her heart would turn as black as that of her captors, her blood run as cold. Yet she knew she was tainted even now, and this dark place within her beckoned with promises, called her back…
Then a flash of light, and for a moment everything hung in suspended animation as her eyes burned and adjusted. Chaos erupted as dark elves were forced to the ground, screaming. Fuelled by her hatred, Yshania drew one of her scimitars and walked slowly towards the first collapsed drow. Held two handed, her blade flashed down cleaving into its neck from its shoulder to its spine. Using her foot against its back, she retrieved her sword and turned to the next as the first fell face forward as if in final supplication – the second warrior climbed to its feet, disorientated, its red eyes burning with incandescent hatred. The dark elf grinned at the druid as she dared to pull it close…but its words of derision were lost in the froth of blood that flowed from its mouth. Stepping back, Yshania slowly withdrew her scimitar from the warrior’s solar plexus, the savage upward plunge to the hilt had caused the tip of the finely curved blade to exit from the dark elf’s throat. The drow's initial grin had turned into a soundless grimace, she smiled back as its luminous eyes regarded her, their colour fading before dying. It dropped to the floor of the tunnel, its lifeforce draining to mingle in a pool with that of its comrade. Coldly she turned to the fray…looking for her next spill of drow blood…
Then a flash of light, and for a moment everything hung in suspended animation as her eyes burned and adjusted. Chaos erupted as dark elves were forced to the ground, screaming. Fuelled by her hatred, Yshania drew one of her scimitars and walked slowly towards the first collapsed drow. Held two handed, her blade flashed down cleaving into its neck from its shoulder to its spine. Using her foot against its back, she retrieved her sword and turned to the next as the first fell face forward as if in final supplication – the second warrior climbed to its feet, disorientated, its red eyes burning with incandescent hatred. The dark elf grinned at the druid as she dared to pull it close…but its words of derision were lost in the froth of blood that flowed from its mouth. Stepping back, Yshania slowly withdrew her scimitar from the warrior’s solar plexus, the savage upward plunge to the hilt had caused the tip of the finely curved blade to exit from the dark elf’s throat. The drow's initial grin had turned into a soundless grimace, she smiled back as its luminous eyes regarded her, their colour fading before dying. It dropped to the floor of the tunnel, its lifeforce draining to mingle in a pool with that of its comrade. Coldly she turned to the fray…looking for her next spill of drow blood…
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Aegis charged in, sifdelong with Mysteria, the two of them striking their blades with deadly efficiency. He could hear Fang growling before he leapt towards another victim. He heard Mysteria's breath become short, and heavy, much like what the rangers must've sounded like. He was becoming exhausted. He raised Sunfang, and brought it down on a fallen orc, spliting it's chest open. His arm was becoming heavy. He pulled his blade back, and turned to the front. As he turned, he almost became the victim of a deadly drow blade. It came sweeping in from the left, and the ranger barely raised his own blade to parry the attack. HE swung his blade up horizontal with his body, and the drow's weapon rebounded off it harmlessly. The Dark elf was faster though, and the next attack came swiftly, forcing Aegis to take a step back, and parry another attack. Aegis glanced to either side, trying to find something he could use to his advatange. The drwo swung again. Aegis did the same. The two blades collided, locking into each other. The two combatants began to push down upon the blades, trying to add their own weight to help their strength win this battle. Aegis felt his arms begin to waver, and Sunfang slid down the drows weapon a bit, causing a wave of sparks. Aegis gritted his teeth, and tried to push back. The drow grinned maliciously, and gave a heavy shove on the blade.
Aegis stumbled backwards, the lock broken, and won by the drow warrior. As the ranger staggered backwards, his sword went wide. The drow came in swiftly, his own blade aimed at a piercing thrust to the rangers stomach. Aegis spun, awkwardly, slashing outwards with his blade, using the momentum of his manouevre to give his attack some lethality. The drow blade came. Aegis elt a stinging pain below his rib cage, but didn't stop his attack. Sunfang came barrelling around, catching the drow in the back, and cleaving into it, sending the drow to the ground, dead. Aegis staggered forward, his grip on Sunfang weakening. With his left hand, he clasped his mid-section. It felt warm, sticky. He looked down. The drow weapon had pierced his skin, but nothing fatal. The ranger shook it off, and moved further into the melee. He could only hope it would be over soon, and before he passed out from blood loss.
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Seir was now standing atop a pile of underdark corpses. He feet were almost buried, even with him on top. Blood had splattered over his face, and bare chest. He had the look of a wild man. He would attack rythmatically with his axe, another body falling under the weight of the attack, and adding another body adding to the pile. He was laughing wildly, emmersed in blood, and loving every moment of it...
Aegis stumbled backwards, the lock broken, and won by the drow warrior. As the ranger staggered backwards, his sword went wide. The drow came in swiftly, his own blade aimed at a piercing thrust to the rangers stomach. Aegis spun, awkwardly, slashing outwards with his blade, using the momentum of his manouevre to give his attack some lethality. The drow blade came. Aegis elt a stinging pain below his rib cage, but didn't stop his attack. Sunfang came barrelling around, catching the drow in the back, and cleaving into it, sending the drow to the ground, dead. Aegis staggered forward, his grip on Sunfang weakening. With his left hand, he clasped his mid-section. It felt warm, sticky. He looked down. The drow weapon had pierced his skin, but nothing fatal. The ranger shook it off, and moved further into the melee. He could only hope it would be over soon, and before he passed out from blood loss.
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Seir was now standing atop a pile of underdark corpses. He feet were almost buried, even with him on top. Blood had splattered over his face, and bare chest. He had the look of a wild man. He would attack rythmatically with his axe, another body falling under the weight of the attack, and adding another body adding to the pile. He was laughing wildly, emmersed in blood, and loving every moment of it...
Aqua-chan stood, frozen. The surfacer that she had encountered had become engaged in battle with the Drow. The slashing of weapon against weapon sounded faded out to her; maybe it was because of the herd of cows storming about in the background. The surfacer almost lost his weapon when the Drow made a swift blow to the base of the sword, just about knocking it out of his enemy's hand.
Being slave to this Drow, Aqua-chan knew his fighting abilities excelled among most of his own people, much less any surfacer he would encounter. But she inspected the surfacer's next move carafully. He had an obvious intellegence of the batlefield: he began to step back and away, then turned to run. However, he slipped and landed with a loud thud on the floor. It didn't take the hybrid druid long to figure out what it was he slipped on exactly, nor did she care to ponder the thought.
The Drow grinned in a premature victory. Aqua-chan narrowed her eyes at that same grin that she had seem time and again. It wasn't directed at her, but it still created an eruption of anger within her. She raised her favored scimitar and let out a vicious battle cry; whether he wanted help or not, the surfacer was going to get the aid of this aggressive warrior.
Being slave to this Drow, Aqua-chan knew his fighting abilities excelled among most of his own people, much less any surfacer he would encounter. But she inspected the surfacer's next move carafully. He had an obvious intellegence of the batlefield: he began to step back and away, then turned to run. However, he slipped and landed with a loud thud on the floor. It didn't take the hybrid druid long to figure out what it was he slipped on exactly, nor did she care to ponder the thought.
The Drow grinned in a premature victory. Aqua-chan narrowed her eyes at that same grin that she had seem time and again. It wasn't directed at her, but it still created an eruption of anger within her. She raised her favored scimitar and let out a vicious battle cry; whether he wanted help or not, the surfacer was going to get the aid of this aggressive warrior.
"There are worse things in the world than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess." - Zevran
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The Drow Warrior stepped forward, his dark sword held high like a sacrificial blade over Gwalchmai’s prostrate body. A few unintelligible, alien words and….
A snarl distracted the Drow. He turned to see the cat creature running to join the fray. “Oh, great,” thought Gwalchmai, “Now she wants to kill me too!” But the Drow apparently did not want to share the victory, and brought his sword up to meet with the cat’s blade. “Typical evil-doers,” Gwalchmai thought smugly, “Fighting each other as much as they fight their enemies.” But he chose to take advantage of the Drow’s momentary distraction.
Gwalchmai cast Entangle, which wasn’t an easy thing to do while lying flat on his back in a pile of manure. Weeds, grasses, and brambles suddenly sprouted out of the floor of the tunnel – incongruous given the underground environment. The cat creature found her legs firmly held by the creeping vines. Unfortunately, the Drow Warrior’s innate magic resistance enabled him to feel none of the effects of the spell. He waded through the vegetation as easily as one could walk through a meadow on a summer’s day. The warrior seemed unconcerned that his new companion was trapped by the spell, and blithely turned his full attention toward Gwalchmai. Gwalchmai realized that he might have made better use of his time by standing up and running rather than casting the only partially successful Entanglement spell.
Again, the dark blade plunged toward Gwalchmai’s chest....
A dark, massive shape lumbered out of the darkness, plowing into the warrior, lifting him off his feet and knocking him sideways into the wall. The Drow rolled quickly to his feet and rose to face his new attacker. The bull that Gwalchmai had earlier charmed snorted and lowered his horns. The warrior cursed a string of foul words full of sibilants and glottal stops. The bull charged, but this time the Drow was prepared, and side stepped the animal like a matador. Unfortunately, the bull blundered into the area of effect of the Entanglement spell, and was caught up in the vines. The warrior smiled, then turned to find his first enemy gone.
Gwalchmai stepped behind the confused warrior, a new incantation completed. One touch on the shoulder brought a scream of pain from the warrior’s throat as the Harm spell drained all but the merest fraction of life from his dark body. The warrior spun around, a look of desperate anger etched on his face, making it clear that he would kill Gwalchmai with his dying breath. That’s the problem with Harm spells: you need to strike one last blow to put an enemy away for good.
He had dropped his sword when he slipped, and had neglected to retrieve it. Defenseless, Gwalchmai wondered again why he had ever left the grove. Painfully, the Drow lifted his sword level with Gwalchmai’s belly and began a life-ending thrust.
But the blow never fell. The Drow Warrior suddenly arched his back and screamed his last breath. His body slumped to the ground revealing the figure of a skeleton standing behind, a sword dripping with dark blood. The skeleton must have ridden with the cattle herd and had been unable to dismount back at the location of the main battle. Absurdly, the skeleton tipped its ten-gallon hat and sauntered off to rejoin the main battle, walking into the sunset-colored torch light.....
A snarl distracted the Drow. He turned to see the cat creature running to join the fray. “Oh, great,” thought Gwalchmai, “Now she wants to kill me too!” But the Drow apparently did not want to share the victory, and brought his sword up to meet with the cat’s blade. “Typical evil-doers,” Gwalchmai thought smugly, “Fighting each other as much as they fight their enemies.” But he chose to take advantage of the Drow’s momentary distraction.
Gwalchmai cast Entangle, which wasn’t an easy thing to do while lying flat on his back in a pile of manure. Weeds, grasses, and brambles suddenly sprouted out of the floor of the tunnel – incongruous given the underground environment. The cat creature found her legs firmly held by the creeping vines. Unfortunately, the Drow Warrior’s innate magic resistance enabled him to feel none of the effects of the spell. He waded through the vegetation as easily as one could walk through a meadow on a summer’s day. The warrior seemed unconcerned that his new companion was trapped by the spell, and blithely turned his full attention toward Gwalchmai. Gwalchmai realized that he might have made better use of his time by standing up and running rather than casting the only partially successful Entanglement spell.
Again, the dark blade plunged toward Gwalchmai’s chest....
A dark, massive shape lumbered out of the darkness, plowing into the warrior, lifting him off his feet and knocking him sideways into the wall. The Drow rolled quickly to his feet and rose to face his new attacker. The bull that Gwalchmai had earlier charmed snorted and lowered his horns. The warrior cursed a string of foul words full of sibilants and glottal stops. The bull charged, but this time the Drow was prepared, and side stepped the animal like a matador. Unfortunately, the bull blundered into the area of effect of the Entanglement spell, and was caught up in the vines. The warrior smiled, then turned to find his first enemy gone.
Gwalchmai stepped behind the confused warrior, a new incantation completed. One touch on the shoulder brought a scream of pain from the warrior’s throat as the Harm spell drained all but the merest fraction of life from his dark body. The warrior spun around, a look of desperate anger etched on his face, making it clear that he would kill Gwalchmai with his dying breath. That’s the problem with Harm spells: you need to strike one last blow to put an enemy away for good.
He had dropped his sword when he slipped, and had neglected to retrieve it. Defenseless, Gwalchmai wondered again why he had ever left the grove. Painfully, the Drow lifted his sword level with Gwalchmai’s belly and began a life-ending thrust.
But the blow never fell. The Drow Warrior suddenly arched his back and screamed his last breath. His body slumped to the ground revealing the figure of a skeleton standing behind, a sword dripping with dark blood. The skeleton must have ridden with the cattle herd and had been unable to dismount back at the location of the main battle. Absurdly, the skeleton tipped its ten-gallon hat and sauntered off to rejoin the main battle, walking into the sunset-colored torch light.....
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Aqua-chan was quite surprised to see that she was held firmly in place by underbrush that wouldn't be able to grow naturally in such darkness. Here lower-legs were almost completely hidden under vines and leaves that crawled up her body like serpents from Limbo. One amazingly thick vine had even stretched forth far enough to contain her scimitar-weilding hand and pulled down so hard that Aqua-chan was barely able to stand without going lop-sided.
The strange sequence of events also stunned her: it looked as though the surfacer that had casted this spell at her (another thing she really couldn't make sence of) was about to be slaughtered by the Drow. However, a charmed cow --no, it was a bull-- had overrun the dark elf, smashing the creature against the wall and ground that caused an unatural crack sound emit from it's target's skull. The warrior decided it was best not to think about it.
Being the stubborn idiots they naturally are, however, the Drow just got back up as the bull became Entangled as well. But another creature took care of the Drow in hopes of saving the surfacer. It was a backstabbing skeleton, apperently wearing a western ten-gallon hat. A strange sight in it's self, indeed. But the Drow warrior fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
"And it's about time," she muttered in a mix of the Underdark and surface languages that she had always been so accustomed to.
But now the surfacer had turned to face her. So far, it seemed as though he took Aqua-chan as an enemy --you don't go throwing area-effect spells on allies. Common logic, that.
She was to afraid to start explaining herself, even if she could. Being as nervous as she was, it seemed that the surface tongue had completely left her mouth: she tried to form natural words, but they made the situation worse by coming out in the form of the native language of the Drow. She couldn't even move her arm to defend herself with her scimitar, just in case he should attack. But the wisest move for this situation seemed to be the only thing she could do: sit and wait.
The strange sequence of events also stunned her: it looked as though the surfacer that had casted this spell at her (another thing she really couldn't make sence of) was about to be slaughtered by the Drow. However, a charmed cow --no, it was a bull-- had overrun the dark elf, smashing the creature against the wall and ground that caused an unatural crack sound emit from it's target's skull. The warrior decided it was best not to think about it.
Being the stubborn idiots they naturally are, however, the Drow just got back up as the bull became Entangled as well. But another creature took care of the Drow in hopes of saving the surfacer. It was a backstabbing skeleton, apperently wearing a western ten-gallon hat. A strange sight in it's self, indeed. But the Drow warrior fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
"And it's about time," she muttered in a mix of the Underdark and surface languages that she had always been so accustomed to.
But now the surfacer had turned to face her. So far, it seemed as though he took Aqua-chan as an enemy --you don't go throwing area-effect spells on allies. Common logic, that.
She was to afraid to start explaining herself, even if she could. Being as nervous as she was, it seemed that the surface tongue had completely left her mouth: she tried to form natural words, but they made the situation worse by coming out in the form of the native language of the Drow. She couldn't even move her arm to defend herself with her scimitar, just in case he should attack. But the wisest move for this situation seemed to be the only thing she could do: sit and wait.
"There are worse things in the world than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess." - Zevran