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Rockstar · 03-31-2007, 01:18 AM

CHAPTER 1
ACT II
The Armoured Figure

Gorion pressed forward at quite a quick pace. It was as if he was trying to get away from Candlekeep as quickly as possible. There was no chance for conversation as all effort was aimed at moving forward quickly. By the time the moon rose they already been walking for a couple of hours. Merick and Gorion entered a forest, only guided by one torch held by Gorion. Gorion did not have age on his side and visibly needed to rest soon, yet he still pressed on. The two walked up a steep hill covered in trees and when they got to the top they were greeted by a series of dark figures standing under one hundred metres away. “Stop.” Gorion said calmly. Merick found himself with his hand resting on the handle of his dagger. Clearly they had both run head on into the danger that Gorion was trying to evade...

Both Gorion and Merick put their hands on the hilts of their blades as they saw the party advance on them. The leader of them was obvious. A tall dark armored figure, and with him, two ogres and a young female mage. The man stood at a menacing near-seven feet, carrying a large sword and covered in heavy armor that seemed magical upon appearance. The sword the armoured man carried would have needed to be held in two hands by a normal man, but their enemy held it comfortably in his right hand. Merick started to feel his heart pounding but I was not afraid. Finally his foolish father might have the courage to use his powers for what they are meant for.

Gorion did not chose to run as he knew that they were outnumbered and all they could do now was stand and fight. The dark party stopped about twenty metres away from them. The armored man addressed in a deep, dark voice “You know why I’m here. Hand over your ward and you will remain unharmed.” Gorion replied angrily “You are a fool to think I would trust your benevolence… now step aside and you and your lackies will remain unhurt…” The armoured man laughed in a deep taunting voice and spoke “I’m sorry that you feel that way old man.” Gorion wasted no time and started casting and launched a large bolt of lightning at one of the ogres. The ogre did not see it coming and got struck in the heart then feel to the ground dead. Merick’s eyes gleemed as he thought to himself “finally the old fool actually uses the power the gods gave to him!”

The dark figure pointed his sword at Merick and the ogre advanced on him. The female mage created a flaming arrow with her hands and cast it at Merick. Merick jumped out of the way but the arrow hit him in the shoulder and he fell hard on his back. The fire arrow dug deep into Merick’s shoulder before falling into a pile of cinders which burnt his chest, which he frantically brushed off. Gorion looked at Merick in desperation and cried out “Run child! RUN!” Merick knew that he was not ready for a battle like this, especially now he was wounded. For him to become truly powerful that he would have to live and fight another day. He scrambled to his feet and ran deep into the forest till he found a thick hedge to hide behind. There he could see the fight without being noticed. The ogre lost sight of Merick and turned around to face Gorion only to be greeted by a lightning bolt to the face, killing him instantly.

The dark, armoured figure was still a distance away, but began slowly advancing on Gorion. The female mage stood back and cast four red magic stars at Gorion. Gorion replied by casting four of his own which destroyed hers in mid air. Gorion then took the initiative and created a fire arrow and launched it at her as she was casting another spell. The arrow hit her unarmoured chest and exploded into cinders that left her on her back, brushing away the cinders of her face and chest until she slowly stopped and died. Gorion turned to see the dark figure was nearly in front of him and quickly cast four magic missle stars at the figure. Each star hit Gorion’s enemy but each missle only seemed to wind his enemy for the moment and almost straight away, the armoured figure stood upright again and began advancing on him again. Gorion quickly launched an arrow made of pure acid, but the armoured figure was now right in front of him and blocked it with his hand. The man hissed lightly as the acid ate away at the armour on his wrist. Before Gorion could began to cast again the dark figure smashed him in the face with a backhand from his empty fist. Gorion tumbled to his knees with his back exposed to his opponent. He forced himself focus and rose to his feet. He clenched his fists ready to cast and went to turn around. In an instant, Gorion arched his back and howled in pain as the armoured figure ran his blade all the way through Gorion’s mid-back. The dark figure ensured the blade was pushed in as far as it would go and Gorion went loose before the sword was removed from him and he fell lifelessly to the ground.

The dark figure began walking around searching for Merick. He only looked around for a few feet before giving up on what he knew would be a waste of a search. The armoured man made his way back over the hill he came from and passed the female mage, who was actually still barely alive but now blind from her injuries. “Help my lord. I cannot see! Take me with you.” plead the women as she grabbed the man’s leg. The armoured man drove his sword into the women before continuing over the hill. Merick could hardly believe what he had just seen. His eyes burnt with anger and the lust for revenge. Merick lay down against the bush he had been hiding behind and slept for the few hours left until the sun rose.

[ 04-01-2007, 09:46 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]

03-31-2007, 01:18 AM	#3
Rockstar Zhentarim Guard Join Date: January 4, 2003 Location: Australia Posts: 300	CHAPTER 1 ACT II The Armoured Figure Gorion pressed forward at quite a quick pace. It was as if he was trying to get away from Candlekeep as quickly as possible. There was no chance for conversation as all effort was aimed at moving forward quickly. By the time the moon rose they already been walking for a couple of hours. Merick and Gorion entered a forest, only guided by one torch held by Gorion. Gorion did not have age on his side and visibly needed to rest soon, yet he still pressed on. The two walked up a steep hill covered in trees and when they got to the top they were greeted by a series of dark figures standing under one hundred metres away. “Stop.” Gorion said calmly. Merick found himself with his hand resting on the handle of his dagger. Clearly they had both run head on into the danger that Gorion was trying to evade... Both Gorion and Merick put their hands on the hilts of their blades as they saw the party advance on them. The leader of them was obvious. A tall dark armored figure, and with him, two ogres and a young female mage. The man stood at a menacing near-seven feet, carrying a large sword and covered in heavy armor that seemed magical upon appearance. The sword the armoured man carried would have needed to be held in two hands by a normal man, but their enemy held it comfortably in his right hand. Merick started to feel his heart pounding but I was not afraid. Finally his foolish father might have the courage to use his powers for what they are meant for. Gorion did not chose to run as he knew that they were outnumbered and all they could do now was stand and fight. The dark party stopped about twenty metres away from them. The armored man addressed in a deep, dark voice “You know why I’m here. Hand over your ward and you will remain unharmed.” Gorion replied angrily “You are a fool to think I would trust your benevolence… now step aside and you and your lackies will remain unhurt…” The armoured man laughed in a deep taunting voice and spoke “I’m sorry that you feel that way old man.” Gorion wasted no time and started casting and launched a large bolt of lightning at one of the ogres. The ogre did not see it coming and got struck in the heart then feel to the ground dead. Merick’s eyes gleemed as he thought to himself “finally the old fool actually uses the power the gods gave to him!” The dark figure pointed his sword at Merick and the ogre advanced on him. The female mage created a flaming arrow with her hands and cast it at Merick. Merick jumped out of the way but the arrow hit him in the shoulder and he fell hard on his back. The fire arrow dug deep into Merick’s shoulder before falling into a pile of cinders which burnt his chest, which he frantically brushed off. Gorion looked at Merick in desperation and cried out “Run child! RUN!” Merick knew that he was not ready for a battle like this, especially now he was wounded. For him to become truly powerful that he would have to live and fight another day. He scrambled to his feet and ran deep into the forest till he found a thick hedge to hide behind. There he could see the fight without being noticed. The ogre lost sight of Merick and turned around to face Gorion only to be greeted by a lightning bolt to the face, killing him instantly. The dark, armoured figure was still a distance away, but began slowly advancing on Gorion. The female mage stood back and cast four red magic stars at Gorion. Gorion replied by casting four of his own which destroyed hers in mid air. Gorion then took the initiative and created a fire arrow and launched it at her as she was casting another spell. The arrow hit her unarmoured chest and exploded into cinders that left her on her back, brushing away the cinders of her face and chest until she slowly stopped and died. Gorion turned to see the dark figure was nearly in front of him and quickly cast four magic missle stars at the figure. Each star hit Gorion’s enemy but each missle only seemed to wind his enemy for the moment and almost straight away, the armoured figure stood upright again and began advancing on him again. Gorion quickly launched an arrow made of pure acid, but the armoured figure was now right in front of him and blocked it with his hand. The man hissed lightly as the acid ate away at the armour on his wrist. Before Gorion could began to cast again the dark figure smashed him in the face with a backhand from his empty fist. Gorion tumbled to his knees with his back exposed to his opponent. He forced himself focus and rose to his feet. He clenched his fists ready to cast and went to turn around. In an instant, Gorion arched his back and howled in pain as the armoured figure ran his blade all the way through Gorion’s mid-back. The dark figure ensured the blade was pushed in as far as it would go and Gorion went loose before the sword was removed from him and he fell lifelessly to the ground. The dark figure began walking around searching for Merick. He only looked around for a few feet before giving up on what he knew would be a waste of a search. The armoured man made his way back over the hill he came from and passed the female mage, who was actually still barely alive but now blind from her injuries. “Help my lord. I cannot see! Take me with you.” plead the women as she grabbed the man’s leg. The armoured man drove his sword into the women before continuing over the hill. Merick could hardly believe what he had just seen. His eyes burnt with anger and the lust for revenge. Merick lay down against the bush he had been hiding behind and slept for the few hours left until the sun rose. [ 04-01-2007, 09:46 PM: Message edited by: Rockstar ]