Athkathla II
Virrilis watched in slight horro as the demon prince attacked, and gutted the casting Calim****e cleric. He watched as the man's face began to go pale, and the blood spill from his innards. Virrilis felt a twang inside his mind, and his anger raise. A comrade of his had fallen because of his quest. He had had comrades fall before, but they had always been elven, and had always known the risks of what they had faught for. His mind wandered, and slowly left his conscience lurking deep within the bowels of his thoughts. It was then he lashed out with great purpose. His blades bagn to blur into whirring motion, glints of the magical steel colliding, and rebounding off the hard flesh of Laznaliasoth. His attack become more of a battle trance then that of a collected fighter. His attacks struck hard, and true. He often heard the screeching protest of his weapons of the demon, but paid no heed. with each hit, the Blade annoyed, and infuriated the demon prince further.
The Prince made a vicious attack, slahsing his right scythed arm around, leveling it towards Virrilis' mid-section. The lilth blade leapt back, then sprang forward again, attacking the demon with the same fury as before. Laznaliasoth, in his countless millenia, had never seen a mortal make such daring attacks against demon, much less himself, and struck out again, this time in a over head swing, cutting at an angle that would kill the elf in one defet stroke. Virrilis ducked underneath, and rolled forward, lifting himself to his feet after clearing the attack. Again, his blades began their whirring motions, hacking into the the flesh of the demon, but even his magical scimitars did little to penetrate enough to deeply wound the demon prince. Off to the side, he heard the Avariel chant more spells, he also felt the haste spell that had been cast begin to fade. As he felt the effects dwindle, he heard the crack of lightning, and saw the blue bolt of energy hurtle towards the demon, causing the prince to turn towards the elf maiden. When he did this, Virrilis began to strike even harder. He curled up close to the soft underbelly, exploiting the last of the haste spell as he did so, and lashed out. He grinned with success as he watched his twin scimitars dig deep into the belly of the beast, and the thick black liquid that served as blood to begin to flow out, quickly over taking the already dry blood stains of his own. He withdrew the blades, and narrowly avoided the incoming attack from a now enraged demon prince. He just hoped that Xandax, and the others were doing something helpful...
The Prince made a vicious attack, slahsing his right scythed arm around, leveling it towards Virrilis' mid-section. The lilth blade leapt back, then sprang forward again, attacking the demon with the same fury as before. Laznaliasoth, in his countless millenia, had never seen a mortal make such daring attacks against demon, much less himself, and struck out again, this time in a over head swing, cutting at an angle that would kill the elf in one defet stroke. Virrilis ducked underneath, and rolled forward, lifting himself to his feet after clearing the attack. Again, his blades began their whirring motions, hacking into the the flesh of the demon, but even his magical scimitars did little to penetrate enough to deeply wound the demon prince. Off to the side, he heard the Avariel chant more spells, he also felt the haste spell that had been cast begin to fade. As he felt the effects dwindle, he heard the crack of lightning, and saw the blue bolt of energy hurtle towards the demon, causing the prince to turn towards the elf maiden. When he did this, Virrilis began to strike even harder. He curled up close to the soft underbelly, exploiting the last of the haste spell as he did so, and lashed out. He grinned with success as he watched his twin scimitars dig deep into the belly of the beast, and the thick black liquid that served as blood to begin to flow out, quickly over taking the already dry blood stains of his own. He withdrew the blades, and narrowly avoided the incoming attack from a now enraged demon prince. He just hoped that Xandax, and the others were doing something helpful...
As Xandax and his clone tried to penetrate the skin of this demon he saw it make an attack towards Faisal – the attack was unfortunally successful because the poor priest were severed in two.
Briefly Xandax felt rage – but blocked it out again – this young priest had not played a small part in keeping Xandax present in this group of people, but he could not let emotions guide his actions at this time - it would spell his doom if he did.
Xandax emptied his mind of emotions once again – as he saw the bladesinger elf making another attack towards the demon, his onslaught filled with hatred.
Xandax took the opportunity to join the fray from the sides – he got to the left of the demon, while his cloned self took to the right side of the demon. Xandax and his clone attack in unison as the bladesinger elf did in front of the demon. They did various slashes and hits, but nothing serious penetrated the skin of the demon, although where Ferox hit; a slight burn appeared on the demon.
Xandax saw the bladesinger stike deep into the abdominal area of the demon and he saw his chance – summoning all his strength Xandax struck towards the back area of the demon in deep cuts, while his clone did the exact same thing from the other side of the demon. If this would do anything real damage Xandax did not know – but nevertheless an opening appeared where the continualness slashes entered the skin and flesh of the demon – Ferox almost on fire, burnt in the wounds.
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Briefly Xandax felt rage – but blocked it out again – this young priest had not played a small part in keeping Xandax present in this group of people, but he could not let emotions guide his actions at this time - it would spell his doom if he did.
Xandax emptied his mind of emotions once again – as he saw the bladesinger elf making another attack towards the demon, his onslaught filled with hatred.
Xandax took the opportunity to join the fray from the sides – he got to the left of the demon, while his cloned self took to the right side of the demon. Xandax and his clone attack in unison as the bladesinger elf did in front of the demon. They did various slashes and hits, but nothing serious penetrated the skin of the demon, although where Ferox hit; a slight burn appeared on the demon.
Xandax saw the bladesinger stike deep into the abdominal area of the demon and he saw his chance – summoning all his strength Xandax struck towards the back area of the demon in deep cuts, while his clone did the exact same thing from the other side of the demon. If this would do anything real damage Xandax did not know – but nevertheless an opening appeared where the continualness slashes entered the skin and flesh of the demon – Ferox almost on fire, burnt in the wounds.
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Lazaliasoth roared as his body was rent repeatedly by cold, vile metal. He realized he was seriously injured. How could it be? They were but mortals! Bugs under his great heel. He would not fall here...he was too close, far too close to achieving his ultimate goal. Without the Crown he’d be at the mercy of the Master once again... he could hardly conceive what unspeakable torments would be his traitor’s reward, with the Destroyer no longer quite so powerless. No, he would not fall!
His summoning ability blocked, he reached deep inside, into the depths of that black void that passes for a soul among demon-kind. He grasped it, tapping the negative energy, the very essence of darkness. With a final cry that shook the hallway he released it on his unsuspecting attackers.
Too late Aerie realized his intent. “Watch ou-”
The wave hit them before she could finish. A blanket of pure evil enveloped them. In an instant their life energy was sucked away into the Void, like light into an endless chasm. They collapsed to their knees, their strength, their vitality, their very memory...gone.
“No...” Aerie moaned, struggling to get up. “We can’t let it end...like this.” She stared at the others, also laboring feebly to rise. “Please, accept my power.” With the last of her strength, she restored her remaining friends. Her eyes rolled up, then she crumpled to the ground. Whether dead or alive, they couldn’t tell.
Recovering from the use of his energy drain ability, Laznaliasoth watched the fighters stand. He closed his eyes, his arms crossed, and a red light encompassed him. His wounds began to mend, and the free-flowing stream of blood slowed to a trickle. He was breathing heavily, yet strongly.
It seemed they had lost their best chance. They had almost had him, they knew it. If only they had had another ally or two, they might’ve been able to finish him. As it was now, they were still weakened, despite the elf-maiden’s efforts. It didn’t look good.
The tana’ari prince gazed down at the exhausted survivors, a look of contempt on his face. “FOOLS. ALL FOOLS. WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS MAGUS YOU ARE LEADERLESS; YOU ARE BLIND, AIMLESS. YOU CANNOT EVEN FOCUS ON A SINGLE GOAL.” Virrilis suddenly charged in, hoping to catch him off-guard. A backhand sent him flying, one sword knocked out of his grasp and far down the hall. It happened so fast that Xandax and his copy didn’t even have a chance to react. They could only watch as the bladesinger smashed into the wall with shattering force. He felt his right arm pop out of joint before his head hit. He slid to the ground, lying in a pain-filled daze, having survived with only moderate injury a collision that would’ve killed a normal man.
Laznaliasoth glared down at the twin warriors, the only opponents left standing. “YOU MORTALS ARE ALL THE SAME...PICKING FIGHTS YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY FINISH. A PITY. THE BEST OF YOUR KIND PERISH BEFORE THEY CAN EVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.” In the background he heard a gurgle, then a thump. So the worm had finished his opponent...no matter. He couldn’t escape. And now it hardly mattered whether the clone joined the battle against him. Soon the remaining pieces would be his.
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@all: Hmm...talk about could've, would've, should’ve...
But let’s see what happens...
@Aegis: Now’s your cue. Just remember my caution You’re welcome to expound on my brief little summary of Sethin’s bout with Thryn.
@craig: Don’t be too upset. It was the inevitable outcome of your fight, as I’m sure you knew. I promise Thryn doesn’t have to be permanently dead, assuming that Sethin even kills him For now, just watch and enjoy the last bit before the conclusion.
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His summoning ability blocked, he reached deep inside, into the depths of that black void that passes for a soul among demon-kind. He grasped it, tapping the negative energy, the very essence of darkness. With a final cry that shook the hallway he released it on his unsuspecting attackers.
Too late Aerie realized his intent. “Watch ou-”
The wave hit them before she could finish. A blanket of pure evil enveloped them. In an instant their life energy was sucked away into the Void, like light into an endless chasm. They collapsed to their knees, their strength, their vitality, their very memory...gone.
“No...” Aerie moaned, struggling to get up. “We can’t let it end...like this.” She stared at the others, also laboring feebly to rise. “Please, accept my power.” With the last of her strength, she restored her remaining friends. Her eyes rolled up, then she crumpled to the ground. Whether dead or alive, they couldn’t tell.
Recovering from the use of his energy drain ability, Laznaliasoth watched the fighters stand. He closed his eyes, his arms crossed, and a red light encompassed him. His wounds began to mend, and the free-flowing stream of blood slowed to a trickle. He was breathing heavily, yet strongly.
It seemed they had lost their best chance. They had almost had him, they knew it. If only they had had another ally or two, they might’ve been able to finish him. As it was now, they were still weakened, despite the elf-maiden’s efforts. It didn’t look good.
The tana’ari prince gazed down at the exhausted survivors, a look of contempt on his face. “FOOLS. ALL FOOLS. WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS MAGUS YOU ARE LEADERLESS; YOU ARE BLIND, AIMLESS. YOU CANNOT EVEN FOCUS ON A SINGLE GOAL.” Virrilis suddenly charged in, hoping to catch him off-guard. A backhand sent him flying, one sword knocked out of his grasp and far down the hall. It happened so fast that Xandax and his copy didn’t even have a chance to react. They could only watch as the bladesinger smashed into the wall with shattering force. He felt his right arm pop out of joint before his head hit. He slid to the ground, lying in a pain-filled daze, having survived with only moderate injury a collision that would’ve killed a normal man.
Laznaliasoth glared down at the twin warriors, the only opponents left standing. “YOU MORTALS ARE ALL THE SAME...PICKING FIGHTS YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY FINISH. A PITY. THE BEST OF YOUR KIND PERISH BEFORE THEY CAN EVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING.” In the background he heard a gurgle, then a thump. So the worm had finished his opponent...no matter. He couldn’t escape. And now it hardly mattered whether the clone joined the battle against him. Soon the remaining pieces would be his.
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@all: Hmm...talk about could've, would've, should’ve...
But let’s see what happens...@Aegis: Now’s your cue. Just remember my caution
You’re welcome to expound on my brief little summary of Sethin’s bout with Thryn.@craig: Don’t be too upset. It was the inevitable outcome of your fight, as I’m sure you knew. I promise Thryn doesn’t have to be permanently dead, assuming that Sethin even kills him
For now, just watch and enjoy the last bit before the conclusion.[ 01-20-2002: Message edited by: Magus ]
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Sethin parried the attack by the theif. He had to admit, since their first engagment, the sneaky little wretch had become wiser, and more adept at fighting the skilled clone. Sethin lashed out with his blade. Not skilled enough, it seemed. Sethin's blade slid cleanly along the upper torso of the theif, blood spilling from the wound. He leapt back from the clone, and with a gurgle, thryn hit the ground. His breathing was heavy, and wet.
He saw the demon prince standing triumphantly over the fallen warriors. He saw Faisal's gutted body, and the ashen elf maiden. He saw the only man left standing, clad in plate mail, and his own, meager copy beside him. He saw his counter-part struggling to stand up, using the wall as support, one scimitar in his hand. Soemthing struck Sethin. He didn't want Virrilis to die this way, with two unresolved encounters between them. The irony struck him hard. He kicked himself into a sprint, running past the demon prince, deftly dodging the incoming attacks. He leapt, and curled into a roll along the ground. He stopped a few feet from the hurt Blade Singer, and looked at him. Virrilis looked back, hatred and contempt dominating his eyes.
Virrilis started to say something, but Sethin cut him off. "Shut up you self-righteous faerie." Sethin deliberatly insulted him to get his attention. He hand went to his belt, and withdrew two viles of a murky green liquid, similar to ones that Virrilis usually carried. They were potent potions, used when seriously wounded. HE handed them both to the Blade, and gave a twisted little smile. "Only I will have the pleasure..." He shot a brief glance to Laznaliasoth, distracted currently by Xandax and his copy, both fighting violently, and couragously. "Drink it, and find me. Use your severed hand as a road map." The twisted grin dissappeared, as did Sethin as he sunk into one of the many corridors, again searching for an exit.
Virrilis unstoppered one of the bottles, and drained it quickly. He recognized the potent liquid, and the gift he had just been giving. This was a potion derived from the Tree of Life itself, and was one that eliminated weariness, and wounds alike. He sprang to his feet, stiff, but nimble. He ran towards the fight, calling to Xandax as he did so. When he got the fighters attention, he tossed the vile to him, and then continued to barrel forth towards the demon. He was determined to clay the creature, at any costs. He leapt in, wielding his single weapon violently. He had lost "Lash Bearer", but still held "Meloudis", the more potent of the two blades. He struck violently at the enraged demon, slowly working and weaving towards the soft underbelly of the demon...
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@Magus: If I don't post more later tonight, it's all yours to continue.
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He saw the demon prince standing triumphantly over the fallen warriors. He saw Faisal's gutted body, and the ashen elf maiden. He saw the only man left standing, clad in plate mail, and his own, meager copy beside him. He saw his counter-part struggling to stand up, using the wall as support, one scimitar in his hand. Soemthing struck Sethin. He didn't want Virrilis to die this way, with two unresolved encounters between them. The irony struck him hard. He kicked himself into a sprint, running past the demon prince, deftly dodging the incoming attacks. He leapt, and curled into a roll along the ground. He stopped a few feet from the hurt Blade Singer, and looked at him. Virrilis looked back, hatred and contempt dominating his eyes.
Virrilis started to say something, but Sethin cut him off. "Shut up you self-righteous faerie." Sethin deliberatly insulted him to get his attention. He hand went to his belt, and withdrew two viles of a murky green liquid, similar to ones that Virrilis usually carried. They were potent potions, used when seriously wounded. HE handed them both to the Blade, and gave a twisted little smile. "Only I will have the pleasure..." He shot a brief glance to Laznaliasoth, distracted currently by Xandax and his copy, both fighting violently, and couragously. "Drink it, and find me. Use your severed hand as a road map." The twisted grin dissappeared, as did Sethin as he sunk into one of the many corridors, again searching for an exit.
Virrilis unstoppered one of the bottles, and drained it quickly. He recognized the potent liquid, and the gift he had just been giving. This was a potion derived from the Tree of Life itself, and was one that eliminated weariness, and wounds alike. He sprang to his feet, stiff, but nimble. He ran towards the fight, calling to Xandax as he did so. When he got the fighters attention, he tossed the vile to him, and then continued to barrel forth towards the demon. He was determined to clay the creature, at any costs. He leapt in, wielding his single weapon violently. He had lost "Lash Bearer", but still held "Meloudis", the more potent of the two blades. He struck violently at the enraged demon, slowly working and weaving towards the soft underbelly of the demon...
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@Magus: If I don't post more later tonight, it's all yours to continue.
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@Aegis: I thought Rail planned something else (looks confused). I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to attack Sethin.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Aegis: I sent you a private message about it.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@all: Sorry for being a slacker I was doing annoying college stuff today, and now it's late. I'll try to post tomorrow.
@Aegis: Thanks, I appreciate it
I was doing annoying college stuff today, and now it's late. I'll try to post tomorrow.@Aegis: Thanks, I appreciate it
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
You bastards you killed kenny...no wait you killed me.
Oh well, not like it really matters!
Carry on!
Oh well, not like it really matters!
Carry on!
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
As Virrilis weaved between the constant barrage of attacks Laznalisoth let forth, he felt his body, thoguh recently refreshed, begin to tire again. The potion was a potent one, but was not completly reliable. He sprang to the side, narrowly dodging an incoming attack from the demon. As he continued forth, his mind kept thinking of the fallen Calim****e cleric, and the elf maiden who loved Magus, and even Magus himself. He held a strange respect for the half breed. He lunged forward again, narrowly avoiding another attack, his scimiter pointed out in a piecring thrust. As it was about to make contact with the soft flesh of the demon's belly, he felt a sudden shock of pain run across his ribs. Laznailasoth scored a powerful hit against the Blade, sending the elf realing to the side. As the demon stalked in to finish the distracted elf, it felt a sudden, powerful strike against it. It spun fiercly, turning to see a revitalized Xandax attack with renewed fury.
The warrior jabbed and thrust violently, penetrating the demon only occasionally, and only enough to infuriate it. Xandax knew that the Blade and himself were the only ones left to defeat this creature, Rail haveing dissappeared somewhere. He raised his sheild defensivly, feeling the thunderous attacks of the demon wail atop it. Xandax struck out, blindly, and scored a hit on the demon's arm. Laznaliasoth realed back, furious at the insolence of the two mortals. He made a deadly mistake though. When turning to face the other threat, Virrilis had recovered, and was moving in fiercly again towards the demons exposed back side.
Laznalisoth lurched forward, struck from behind by some powerful magic. He snapped his head to face the Blade Singer, his eyes red with rage, and large demonic body trembling in anger. Virrilis stood, his free hand pointing towards the dmeons body, at the tip a surge of red energy swirled, and shot out towards the demon. Virrilis was using the last of his spell retinue, casting his last magic missile spell. He knew it would do little, but then, every little bit helped. the five orbs shot forth, each hitting the demon. As Laznaliasoth was about to attack Virrilis, he felt another sharp twang in his side, and looked down to see Xandax, his sword stuck deep into his hide. He spun his head again, in time to see the lilth elf fly forward, his own remaining blade brandished high in the air, ready to strike. Laznaliasoth, for the first time, new fear. He knew he would be hard pressed to defeat this two talented warriors, and come out unscathed...
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@Magus: Come on man, Don't make me write the whole ending myself.
The warrior jabbed and thrust violently, penetrating the demon only occasionally, and only enough to infuriate it. Xandax knew that the Blade and himself were the only ones left to defeat this creature, Rail haveing dissappeared somewhere. He raised his sheild defensivly, feeling the thunderous attacks of the demon wail atop it. Xandax struck out, blindly, and scored a hit on the demon's arm. Laznaliasoth realed back, furious at the insolence of the two mortals. He made a deadly mistake though. When turning to face the other threat, Virrilis had recovered, and was moving in fiercly again towards the demons exposed back side.
Laznalisoth lurched forward, struck from behind by some powerful magic. He snapped his head to face the Blade Singer, his eyes red with rage, and large demonic body trembling in anger. Virrilis stood, his free hand pointing towards the dmeons body, at the tip a surge of red energy swirled, and shot out towards the demon. Virrilis was using the last of his spell retinue, casting his last magic missile spell. He knew it would do little, but then, every little bit helped. the five orbs shot forth, each hitting the demon. As Laznaliasoth was about to attack Virrilis, he felt another sharp twang in his side, and looked down to see Xandax, his sword stuck deep into his hide. He spun his head again, in time to see the lilth elf fly forward, his own remaining blade brandished high in the air, ready to strike. Laznaliasoth, for the first time, new fear. He knew he would be hard pressed to defeat this two talented warriors, and come out unscathed...
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@Magus: Come on man, Don't make me write the whole ending myself.
@all: Not dead, just busy I tried to post the other day, but the site was down for upgrading. Hopefully I can post later today.
I tried to post the other day, but the site was down for upgrading. Hopefully I can post later today.Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@CM: Changed your name, Fas? You had me confused for a bit there Sorry about putting your character out of commission, but I thought you’d be gone longer. Oh well
BTW, you have South Park in Switzerland??? Is it dubbed?
@Aegis: Nope, I’m going to finish what I started this time Just took a little breather...
BTW, don’t you think a tana’ari prince would be nearly immune to magic, especially a mere Magic Missile spell?
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As Laznaliasoth was about to attack Virrilis, he felt another sharp twang in his side, and looked down to see Xandax, his sword stuck deep into his hide. He spun his head again, in time to see the lithe elf fly forward, his own remaining blade brandished high in the air, ready to strike.
Laznaliasoth had sorely underestimated these mortals’ resourcefulness, not to mention their raw daring. It confounded him that they continued to fight. What they lacked in judgement, they seemed to make up for in pompous conviction. They may have been blundering fools, but they were blundering fools with a purpose...or at least an imagined one. And that made them dangerous.
He may have erred once, but it wouldn’t happen again. No more banter, no more dawdling. Only death, swift and merciless. It was time to end this.
With an effort of will he blocked out the pain, suppressed the urge to lash out at the elf charging straight at him. They were counting on that, trying to wear him down by luring him into frenzied, ineffective counters. He remembered the gem. It whispered to him, offering its aid. He accepted, and waited. The elf’s blade struck true, cutting deep.
Up from the wound shot a shadowy tendril, wrapping around Virillis’s wrist in a flash. Before he could even react the deed was done, his soul ripped from its mortal frame and trapped within the jewel’s many facets. Meanwhile the twin Xandax’s continued their assault, unaware of what had just transpired. They scored several hits before Laznaliasoth suddenly turned on one, ripping off his sword arm with a lightning swipe. The other found himself abruptly accosted by the elven bladesinger, his slanted eyes replaced by two black voids.
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Sethin moved quickly down the corridor. He had to find an exit before the others fell. That they would, he had no doubt. He had witnessed the creature’s power first-hand, and those morons hadn’t a prayer of winning. They were fodder, nothing more. But he began to wonder. What if he had joined? Then they might have had a decent chance. Hmph, yeah right. As if he would risk himself...
He saw a doorway ahead. Relieved, he went through and rounded the corner...
...and just barely skipped over the bleeding body of the dying cleric. Faisal stared up at him dully, his eyes glazed from loss of blood. Ahead, Laznaliasoth was ripping a warrior to shreds, his twin occupied with Virillis, who had apparently sided with the demon. His mind awhirl with confusion, he didn’t notice the shadow trailing behind him, biding his time as he observed his target from a safe distance.
He would only have one chance.
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@Aegis: And another one bites the dust Actually, I wanted to wrap things up, and I didn’t see the point in prolonging this any further. In the end, they would have lost. Two guys simply couldn’t alter the course of the battle. The decisive point had already been passed, before which there was still a chance. BTW, don’t worry, Virrilis isn’t gone for good. Also, don’t have Rail make his move just yet.
@Xandax: That said, you must be wondering what your significance is now. For one, your actions now will decide what happens to your character. Second, they might decide what happens to someone else. You can go ahead and assume that the real you is the one with body parts still intact
@CM: And you...get to stare at Sethin through a blurry daze
Sorry about putting your character out of commission, but I thought you’d be gone longer. Oh well BTW, you have South Park in Switzerland??? Is it dubbed?
@Aegis: Nope, I’m going to finish what I started this time
Just took a little breather... BTW, don’t you think a tana’ari prince would be nearly immune to magic, especially a mere Magic Missile spell?
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As Laznaliasoth was about to attack Virrilis, he felt another sharp twang in his side, and looked down to see Xandax, his sword stuck deep into his hide. He spun his head again, in time to see the lithe elf fly forward, his own remaining blade brandished high in the air, ready to strike.
Laznaliasoth had sorely underestimated these mortals’ resourcefulness, not to mention their raw daring. It confounded him that they continued to fight. What they lacked in judgement, they seemed to make up for in pompous conviction. They may have been blundering fools, but they were blundering fools with a purpose...or at least an imagined one. And that made them dangerous.
He may have erred once, but it wouldn’t happen again. No more banter, no more dawdling. Only death, swift and merciless. It was time to end this.
With an effort of will he blocked out the pain, suppressed the urge to lash out at the elf charging straight at him. They were counting on that, trying to wear him down by luring him into frenzied, ineffective counters. He remembered the gem. It whispered to him, offering its aid. He accepted, and waited. The elf’s blade struck true, cutting deep.
Up from the wound shot a shadowy tendril, wrapping around Virillis’s wrist in a flash. Before he could even react the deed was done, his soul ripped from its mortal frame and trapped within the jewel’s many facets. Meanwhile the twin Xandax’s continued their assault, unaware of what had just transpired. They scored several hits before Laznaliasoth suddenly turned on one, ripping off his sword arm with a lightning swipe. The other found himself abruptly accosted by the elven bladesinger, his slanted eyes replaced by two black voids.
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Sethin moved quickly down the corridor. He had to find an exit before the others fell. That they would, he had no doubt. He had witnessed the creature’s power first-hand, and those morons hadn’t a prayer of winning. They were fodder, nothing more. But he began to wonder. What if he had joined? Then they might have had a decent chance. Hmph, yeah right. As if he would risk himself...
He saw a doorway ahead. Relieved, he went through and rounded the corner...
...and just barely skipped over the bleeding body of the dying cleric. Faisal stared up at him dully, his eyes glazed from loss of blood. Ahead, Laznaliasoth was ripping a warrior to shreds, his twin occupied with Virillis, who had apparently sided with the demon. His mind awhirl with confusion, he didn’t notice the shadow trailing behind him, biding his time as he observed his target from a safe distance.
He would only have one chance.
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@Aegis: And another one bites the dust
Actually, I wanted to wrap things up, and I didn’t see the point in prolonging this any further. In the end, they would have lost. Two guys simply couldn’t alter the course of the battle. The decisive point had already been passed, before which there was still a chance. BTW, don’t worry, Virrilis isn’t gone for good. Also, don’t have Rail make his move just yet.@Xandax: That said, you must be wondering what your significance is now. For one, your actions now will decide what happens to your character. Second, they might decide what happens to someone else. You can go ahead and assume that the real you is the one with body parts still intact
@CM: And you...get to stare at Sethin through a blurry daze
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
{ooc: Well that is nothing new- have been wondering for a long time@Xandax: That said, you must be wondering what your significance is now. For one, your actions now will decide what happens to your character. Second, they might decide what happens to someone else. You can go ahead and assume that the real you is the one with body parts still intact
BTW – I’d assume that it is the real one with the arm torn of – would fit better that way IMO }
Feeling tremendous pain Xandax whiteness his sword arm being cut of in one clean cut.
All the same Xandax clone was jumped by the bladesinger – must have been enchanted somehow by the demon.
Xandax parried another onslaught from the demon with his shield and then threw it away.
Not feeling the pain anymore – Xandax made a jump for his sword arm laying on the ground – the hand was open and Ferox almost jumped into Xandax left hand.
Meanwhile Xandax had mentally ordered his clone to try to fend of the bladesingers mortal shell, without trying to harm him, that didn’t go well – the demon feeling sure of victory began striking down on Xandax’ clone and the wounds would have gone deep if it was flesh. The magic of the clone was dwindling and it started to get weaker and almost disappear.
Xandax blocked his last emotions out after sending a small thought to his mother and stepfather. This was it…… time had come and he could no longer escape his demise, he knew in dead he would have beaten his nemesis, his father, whoms necromantic spirit still sought Xandax’ blood and flesh.
”To the death” Xandax said quietly – and charged the demon.
Insert signature here.
Thryns eyes opened as he saw the demon-thing battling Xandax and Xandax's clone, he thought it would be fitting to aid him.Quietly he limpd up behind the demon, and struck his sword, it went deep and he held on suspended in the air, it had done nothing to hinder the demonic beast, and still held on, knowing his final breath was near, he whispered "I know my time is apon me, but aiding in your death is a fitting end for me..."
@Craig: Nice idea. Just trying to be that last final pain in the ass, eh?
@Magus: the missile wasn't meant to hurt, just get his attention.
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Sethin shook his head. He couldn't beleive what he was thinking. In the wink of an eye, his two scimitars appeared in his hand, and his feet were in motion. He came in silently, Laznaliasoth to busy playing with his "final toys" to notice the clonded bladesinger charge. Sethin leapt into the air, his weapons whistling along side. He neared the demon prince, and gave a might war cry, causing the demon to look this way. What Sethin was a completly dumbfounded look on the demons face, one of confusion as to where Sethin had come from, and why he was stupid enough to try. Sethin didn't care. He slammed the twin blades down hard into the demons hide, penetrating enough to create strong hand holds. He then braced his feet, and slid down, the weapons leaving a ghastly trail of open flesh, and demon blood running down then. When he hit the ground, he broke into a roll, nearing the simulcrum of Xandax that was fighting off Virrilis' empty shell. He leapt to his feet, and charged into the melee, aiding the warrior's double. With ease, Sethin and the double were able to effectivly put the Virrilis clone out of the fight, Sethin's pride would not let him kill the blade in this fashion, so it was merely unconscious, but no longer a threat.
Sethin spun towards the armless(?) Xandax, gave sly grin, which Xandax didn't care for. Him and the double then charged in...
@Magus: the missile wasn't meant to hurt, just get his attention.
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Sethin shook his head. He couldn't beleive what he was thinking. In the wink of an eye, his two scimitars appeared in his hand, and his feet were in motion. He came in silently, Laznaliasoth to busy playing with his "final toys" to notice the clonded bladesinger charge. Sethin leapt into the air, his weapons whistling along side. He neared the demon prince, and gave a might war cry, causing the demon to look this way. What Sethin was a completly dumbfounded look on the demons face, one of confusion as to where Sethin had come from, and why he was stupid enough to try. Sethin didn't care. He slammed the twin blades down hard into the demons hide, penetrating enough to create strong hand holds. He then braced his feet, and slid down, the weapons leaving a ghastly trail of open flesh, and demon blood running down then. When he hit the ground, he broke into a roll, nearing the simulcrum of Xandax that was fighting off Virrilis' empty shell. He leapt to his feet, and charged into the melee, aiding the warrior's double. With ease, Sethin and the double were able to effectivly put the Virrilis clone out of the fight, Sethin's pride would not let him kill the blade in this fashion, so it was merely unconscious, but no longer a threat.
Sethin spun towards the armless(?) Xandax, gave sly grin, which Xandax didn't care for. Him and the double then charged in...