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Lord Starshadow · 10-31-2002, 02:44 AM

Syrathic watched as the mage's spell hit the creature. The elf did not know magic, but it seemed that the beast had been slowed. "Very nice." He then watched as a knight of some sort on a large warhorse charged the beast. The man lowered a heavy war-lance and opened a gaping wound in the creature. The elf smiled. "This is my chance," he thought.

With a loud elven warcry, Syrathic charged the beast. Even in the new darkness, he was able to see the beast clearly. The long sword in his right hand found the flesh of the wound and the creature bellowed in pain. The long sword in his left hand followed suit, piercing deep into the beast's body, drawing a gush of blood that landed on the elf's cloak. The creature groaned again and fell to the ground with a loud thud, dust and dirt flying up as it landed. It continued to thrash as the elf thrusted again with his magically hasted arms, drawing even more blood, until the creature ceased to move.

Syrathic smoothly withdrew his swords, the beast's blood still dripping from the blades. He produced a cloth from within his cloak and wiped the blades clean before resheathing them, the long swords disappearing beneath his cloak. He then took a moment to adjust his hood, which had moved only slightly during the entire battle and still made it impossible to see most of his face. "Thank you for your help," he said to the newcomers. "But next time, could you perhaps arrive a little sooner?"

The elf made a great show of dusting himself off as if nothing had happened to him, but the blood on his hands was impossible to miss. The blood on his cloak flowed off, as if it were stain repellent. Finally, he sat down on the ground outside the creature produced darkness, the dark blue cloak closed protectively around him, his left hand pressed hard against a wound on his body. "I am Syrathic," he said to the newcomers, as if that told the entire story.

ooc: Thanks for the honor, Cyril! I guess after all the damage Brendon and I took, it was fitting that one of us would get in the killing blow.

Ruby, let's just hope that Raymond is Brendon's middle name. Hopefully, Larry would never forget the name of his character, especially since he typed it twice during his post!

[ 10-31-2002, 03:36 AM: Message edited by: Lord Starshadow ]

10-31-2002, 02:44 AM	#136
Lord Starshadow Quintesson Join Date: October 3, 2002 Location: The plane of non-existence... and Michigan Age: 44 Posts: 1,087	Syrathic watched as the mage's spell hit the creature. The elf did not know magic, but it seemed that the beast had been slowed. "Very nice." He then watched as a knight of some sort on a large warhorse charged the beast. The man lowered a heavy war-lance and opened a gaping wound in the creature. The elf smiled. "This is my chance," he thought. With a loud elven warcry, Syrathic charged the beast. Even in the new darkness, he was able to see the beast clearly. The long sword in his right hand found the flesh of the wound and the creature bellowed in pain. The long sword in his left hand followed suit, piercing deep into the beast's body, drawing a gush of blood that landed on the elf's cloak. The creature groaned again and fell to the ground with a loud thud, dust and dirt flying up as it landed. It continued to thrash as the elf thrusted again with his magically hasted arms, drawing even more blood, until the creature ceased to move. Syrathic smoothly withdrew his swords, the beast's blood still dripping from the blades. He produced a cloth from within his cloak and wiped the blades clean before resheathing them, the long swords disappearing beneath his cloak. He then took a moment to adjust his hood, which had moved only slightly during the entire battle and still made it impossible to see most of his face. "Thank you for your help," he said to the newcomers. "But next time, could you perhaps arrive a little sooner?" The elf made a great show of dusting himself off as if nothing had happened to him, but the blood on his hands was impossible to miss. The blood on his cloak flowed off, as if it were stain repellent. Finally, he sat down on the ground outside the creature produced darkness, the dark blue cloak closed protectively around him, his left hand pressed hard against a wound on his body. "I am Syrathic," he said to the newcomers, as if that told the entire story. ooc: Thanks for the honor, Cyril! I guess after all the damage Brendon and I took, it was fitting that one of us would get in the killing blow. Ruby, let's just hope that Raymond is Brendon's middle name. Hopefully, Larry would never forget the name of his character, especially since he typed it twice during his post! [ 10-31-2002, 03:36 AM: Message edited by: Lord Starshadow ]