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Old 05-13-2002, 04:15 PM   #91
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ooc: "Shut up Spree..."? That's it! You're going to time out mister! [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]

~Deiter healed, she drew out her scimitar. She looked helplessly back at the half-elf.~ "Do you have your sword?" ~Deiter shook his head.~ "Nope. Larry took it before." ~Chani quickly drew out Ravenwood and offered it to him~ "Here, use this for now! We'll try and get your scimitar back later..." ~Deiter accepted the long-sword, and the two half-elves stepped into the fray beside the wolves.~
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Old 05-13-2002, 05:57 PM   #92
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Dantes knew he was in trouble when he started a fight with the two generals, but now he was near his limited. The battles of the day had exhaused him mentally as well as physically. Dantes Dove forward trying to avoid the blade but he was not quick enough as the blade bit fairly deeply into his back. The pain throbbed in his back as hot red blood flowed down his back staining his pants and boots with its dull red color. Dantes knew in a test of might he would not stand a chance against this opponent, he had to think of another way to overcome this opponent. Dantes knew he was running out of spells and energy so he would have to take care of this opponent quickly. As Dantes sat up he mouthed a single word. It was a word of power in the language of magic. The sudden outflux of powerful arcane energy made the air feel positively electric. A reddish light surrounded both the fallen mage and the madman. Dantes then looks down at the fallen mage.
"So you wish me to destroy your staff mage?" Dantes asks sarcastically.
Dantes then grabs the staff and throws it like a javelin. The staff flies far through the air and come down on a rock 80 yards away. The explosion from the destroyed staff rocked the ground they stood on. Dantes had trouble maintaining his balance as the ground under his feet shifted from the blast. There was nothing left of the rock that the staff had struck on its way down. It was then that Dantes realized that the blast has caused his spell to fail. Dantes tries to ignore the pain in his back as he grabs his sword and steps into a defensive posture waiting for his opponents' next move.
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Old 05-13-2002, 10:32 PM   #93
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OOC>>I'm waiting for ya, Cyril!

By the way...to everybody except TAO and Spree who are trapped and only Cyril can save you, if he lives... ...

you all had better run very quickly when you are given the warning...you'll know when it is time...anybody left straggling will ..well...regret it.

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Old 05-13-2002, 10:42 PM   #94
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ooc: You bastard! You were trolling me weren’t you? *LMAO*

Dismal is this place and cheerless, a realm of that which swallows light with darkness and in which sorrow has the last word upon life. Even now the One called Larry raises the specter of chaos and affliction as that which must follow should he fall. This one who has swollen the ranks of his armies with the worst of all trolls and flamers, whose generals have openly boasted of using spam and terrible ubering powers, crassly invokes their specters now. And guilds! He threatens the dominance of those same foolish and impotent clans and guilds that could not even muster a presence in this thread. His hands burn and were they out of this building filled with dead air the winds around him would be great indeed. He begins to speak, his anger rushing to meet the Modding Mage’s words and suddenly, seeing the trap, draws the breath of his own words back into his mouth. ~ He very nearly had me. There is great power in his voice and he is not so weak as he seems. He was trolling me with those very words into a place of heated flames ....

So intent is he on defending himself against the trolling attack that he does not immediately notice the coalescing shadow behind him. ~ This must be ended now. The longer this continues the greater the likelihood of his triumph. ~ Carefully watching the Mage, he slings the nightsong over his shoulder and opens the padded pouch on his belt withdrawing a small flask. “No,” he says, “I have come not to repay you but to return something I had taken from you, something whose loss upset you greatly.”

Only now does he note movement behind him. A worried look flashes quickly across his face and his grip upon the stormreaver tightens.


ooc: Everyone remembers the flask right?
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Old 05-13-2002, 10:55 PM   #95
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OOC>>>Hmmm...you left me open to a few options. eh??? Okay...then take this...

The shadow behind Cyril realized that it had been detected. It smoldered quickly and poured over the man in front of it, attempting to bind him with it's darkness and hate. At that same moment, Larry yelled triumphantly, ignoring the strange flask and the words of the man and threw both of his shadow swords straight at the supposedly entrapped Cyril.

"YOU CAN DIE NOW, WIND-WALKER!!!!!!!!!"
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Old 05-13-2002, 11:18 PM   #96
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The chilling and dark touch of the shadow rushes over him enfolding him in a terribly pure malice. With a horrible delight it seeks to awaken his own recent memories of hatred and anger and he is thankful for the clasp which shields his mind from so strong an assault. He feels strength draining from his limbs into the cold embrace around him, but the movements of the One called Larry are the important thing. The Mage shouts and with the violent exhalation of the death threat Cyril crushes the flask.

A new and living wind swirls around him, a wind alive with the strange breathing of one who had been suspended along the boundary between life and death. The memory of its terrible transformation at the hands of the Modding Mage burns within it and there is now no Ring of power to protect the object of its anger. The wind that was once a shadow rider shrieks into gusting and angry movement of its own, disrupting the flight of the swords and displacing the very air that the One Who Mods seeks to breathe with its own terrible presence.

Feeling the wind, Cyril gives the shadow that which it desires, burning it with the stormy outpouring of the power of his life. As it screams in surprise he turns and strikes it with the lightning-tinged edge of the stormreaver.

Even with the sudden bursting of the angry and living wind, one of the swords strikes him a painful blow, one that may well prove fatal if the Mage can withstand this last attack.


ooc: Talk about matters of inches and seconds! *LOL*

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Old 05-13-2002, 11:38 PM   #97
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Larry began instantly to suffer for breath. The wind that was unleashed did not blow, but seemed to him as though it were like a vacuum that drew breath from his very nostrils. Larry could barely stand. The bleeding had worsened and he found it horrible to concentrate. He knew a spell to reverse this madness, but what the hell was it? He could not think! He could only concentrate on wanting a short breath of fresh air...but it was to be denied him. Grabbing his side and struggling to stand despite the pain, Larry tried to summon for Neb to come aid him, but could not see Neb's face in his mind. He needed to concentrate, but now things were going dark. His limbs were getting numb, his heart was burning, his lungs screamed to be filled with life...but they would not receive any. Through teary, blurry eyes Larry managed to rasie his head and see the one called Cyril, but not clearly. He could see that one of his swords had done minor damage, but that was nothing. He remembered TAO and Spree in his dungeons, but could not remember why they were there...he felt around for something to hold onto for support, but was only rewarded with cold stone.

Cold...the stone...?

Larry smiled...maybe he had won after all! Then, he took his last breath.



As The Modding Mage lost his final breath, the tower jolted. As in all evil castles...when the final bad guy dies, the house comes down, and this was no exception. The tower's warmth and strength had been fueled by Larry's own life-force, and now that he was lying cold, nothing supported the structure. Brick began to lose their holding in the walls. The very foundation lost it's strength. On every floor, the building was shaking violently, and only a matter of moments would determine how long it could stand on it's own ...and who would be left inside when it came down. Dust, smoke, and shadowy figures swirled around in hated anger, but the immortal demi-god Larry lay still, unmoved by this tremendous terror. Nobody could see a simple, glowing white twinkle passing through the halls, and enter a particuar jar. The jar had been made of diamond, and dipped in the blood of a shadow dragon, then hardened and sealed to prevent anything from tampering with it. The twinkle momentarily glowed bright inside the jar and then faded. As it faded, the jar fell from the table-top and rolled across the ground, only to be covered by the ceiling that fell upon it from above.

OOC>>>Run like hell, folks!
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Old 05-13-2002, 11:45 PM   #98
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ooc: Super post, Larry!

TAO and Spree, I'll post Cyril's movements to the dungeons after you guys post again.

Everyone else - Why are you still in the building? Get moving! *LOL*
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Old 05-14-2002, 02:24 AM   #99
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Neb, feinting death, growled angrily at the failure of his plan, drew a dagger concealed within the sleeve of his robe and stabbed at Dantes' ankle, hoping to cause his foe to fall. Once on the ground he'd then be somewhat easier to kill seeing as how the wounded sorcerer lacked the strength to stand up.
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Old 05-14-2002, 09:31 AM   #100
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And guilds! He threatens the dominance of those same foolish and impotent clans and guilds that could not even muster a presence in this thread.
OOC*cough* Ahem, I used to be part of the guild that started this... if it even exists anymore... and assuming they'll have me back.

IClifting his hand the weakened man grasped the hilt of his blade in one hand, and with his other he picked up the lump of blackened metal that had oozed from his newest wound, and tucked it into a pouch in his armor, slowly rising to his feet, using the shaking walls for what support he could he called to Cyril that he could help rescue the females

OOC: check your PM's Cyril

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