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Mephistopheles
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Zakaria seemed to just appear behind Nivram,his hands glowing red and black with magic.His eyes were filled with murder.Don't.Nivram, I'll hold them here,you go get Yaldon.
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Legion Symbol
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And so battle was joined… ….and played out thusly… The four bandits armed with their swords and their daggers closed the final distance between the fleeing Eruwin, Nivram and Zakaria… They had reached them in the shortest span of time – so sudden in fact that their charge met them before Nivram could draw his daggers; true, he had loosened them and perhaps, in the long run, it would change the outcome of the battle in his favour – or at least, enabling him to survive – but for now, he was unarmed. (Unless of course, one takes fists and feet into account as being “weapons”, that is) Luckily however, Zakaria had appeared in miraculous timing – so incredible in fact that it would prove the turning point that saved their lives. Eruwin had long since blacked out even before the warrior-mage noble had stepped out of seemingly nowhere to intervene. The bandits were not fazed by Zakaria in the slightest; as murderous as his own eyes were; so were they filled with bloodlust and rage. Their own eyes were filled with the ecstasy and thrill of the hunt; their own sanity (if indeed they ever had any) long gone, as was their humanity. Without regard for themselves, they threw themselves onto the warrior-mage; three of them dropping their swords as they hurled themselves against him in a physical embrace as they tackled him to the ground face up; stabbing and slashing as they did. Zakaria had no chance to get a sophisticated or complex spell off – even prepared with his magic, it would take time and the most he could possibly summon would be his Fiery Blaze or perhaps, if he was fortunate Searing Touch. His darkness spells would take time – time he did not have and would not likely have an effect before he was interrupted. ~~~ However, having no armour with which to defend against; the daggers slashed and sunk in – but for all that only two of the bandits were bodily atop him. They had caused a half dozen cuts with their wild slashing across his torso – not fatal, not yet – for it was to be the piercing damage that was the most lethal… When Zakaria slammed into the ground with the weight of two others atop of his chest; it momentarily stunned him, the back of his head cracking against the dirt with a loud thud. Only the most thick-headed and experienced of veterans would have been able to recover instantly; but Zakaria was not one of them; he was not a brawler; he was a self-acclaimed assassin – a man who used magic, stealth and guile to eliminate his targets; a man who used finesse, not brute force. In this instance, although it had served him well in the past – it failed him now… The bandits knew a mage when they saw one – they also knew that a mage could not concentrate on his spells if he was in an intense amount of pain. Now looming over the five-foot nine mage both bandits set their daggers to impale; stabbing down into his through his palms and pinning his hands slightly past his shoulders and the left tucked between his collarbone, and the right slightly below that. Unfortunately for the two them, Zakaria had released his magicks as the blades struck; instantly beginning an incineration process to not just one, but the both of them. Time seemed to slow for the dark and mysterious Zakaria; echoes of his haunted past flashing before his eyes in the blazing fires that consumed first the bandits’ skin and clothes, melting one into the other as each became a human torch; a blistering beacon of scorching light and then their muscle and skeletons; the faint scent of charring, singeing flesh hanging in the air between his nostrils. The twin images before his eyes was brilliant even as they burned him - and soon nothing remained of either of them; except for their daggers and burnt-out skeletal fingers still clutching their weapons. Zakaria did not emerge unscathed however; he was bleeding internally from the dagger trapped under his collarbone for it had pierced his lung. Had he been shot by a bolt or arrow; the term would have been “lung-shot”. No one survived from that – no one… unless magical healing was applied within moments before he drowned to death in his own fluids. There was still time. The blast of his unleashed magicks’ had also not gone unpunished; in such close proximity to the warrior-mage the searing flame from his own fire had burnt him severely… and while they were not as fatal as the wounds the now dust-bandit remains had suffered, they were serious enough to scar him permanently. His chest was covered in what felt like a single large blister; but thankfully, no other part of his body had been seared by the fire. It was tragic but battle wounds happened – even if he was healed by the magic life-saving energies that only a healer truly possessed – even if his lungs were dried – the damage to his body was severe. It would take days of magical healing to restore his health and the skin; the soft tissue seared to white – but even if a healer was willing; the scars would remain. Forever. ~~~ Meanwhile, as this epic battle between the two bandits and Zakaria played out – the third bandit who had since risen to his feet charged Nivram and engaged him in mortal combat to the death. Only one would survive. However, this brief pause of the bandit regaining his feet bought Nivram all the time he needed to draw his daggers fully and prepare. It would be a foolhardy shot at best to fling it at the man, for it would deny him drawing another quickly… Depending on Nivram’s choices; it will affect the outcome of Zakaria’s lifespan and that of not only his own, but also of Eruwin. If Nivram guards against the bandit, he will meet him head on in a clash; as the daggers of either player will resound sharply against the other’s guard. The undeniable ring of steel against steel (or indeed, whatever metal that Nivram’s daggers are) will be heard throughout the forest and reach the ears of those in camp – to those who are alert to such things. It will of course, take them a bit of time to charge to the rescue and join the battle – if that is their intention. However, by the time they do – the fifth bandit, the archer will have arrived on the scene, his bow notched and ready. Should Nivram dispatch the bandit with a fling of his dagger(an exceedingly lucky strike if it does work), or should he finish him quickly in melee combat, he may have a chance to stop the archer before he arrives to notch his bow – and perhaps, even save Zakaria’s life. At best, Zak has perhaps, two minutes to live – possibly three if he is exceedingly lucky. His gambit and heroic charge does however, save the lives of both Nivram and Eruwin – so his appearance was not in vain and should be remembered when the dust settles. [ 05-03-2006, 05:04 AM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ] |
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Jack Burton
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Nivram
With a throwing dagger in his right, and his longer dagger used for combat in his left hand Nivram could only watch the rapid skirmish which left Zakaria on the ground and two of his attackers dead. Nivram briefly considered chucking the dagger in his right hand at the attacker, but the nausea he was feeling from the hangover would surely make him miss. Luckily he had just what he needed, what he had used already several times to get rid of a pesky hangover. A lot of people had wondered how Nivram never had really bad hangovers after drinking amounts which could knock a horse off its feet. He would have never let them in on his little secret. His right hand, with the dagger still inside it ran along a circular pattern in the air, while Nivram murmured the ancient words he had learnt. The blue light appearing at his fingertips was a welcome sight to him and probably terrified his opponent, who could have no idea of what the spell being cast was. OOC: casting Antidote so as to get rid of the hangover. [ 05-03-2006, 05:52 AM: Message edited by: dplax ] |
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Legion Symbol
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"Another mage?" the third bandit growled; but whether it was to himself or to the fourth was unclear... At the sight of the spell, it did give the two momentary pause; both wincing and bracing themselves for death. They were not about to throw themselves onto Nivram and suffer a fate as their companions - they were more cautious and began to circle Nivram waiting for his spell to take effect... |
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Jack Burton
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Nivram
The momentary hesitation in his opponents' movements was all that Nivram had needed for his spell to be completed. No explosive energy flew at his opponents and nothing spectacular at all happened, but inside Nivram felt the contents of his stomach calming down and his headache quickly dissipate. His opponents were trying to outmaneuver him by circling around him, but Nivram was prepared for it. He knew that outnumbered his chances were lesser. His style of combat rarely involved brute force against brute force. He much rather preferred taking out his opponents from a distance away, either by using his sling, or throwing daggers against them. This was the tactic that he planned to use now, although due to his opponents being close to him he probably only had time to throw one dagger at them. Without warning he released the dagger in his right hand with a flick of his wrist at the opponent further to the right. OOC: Nivram is aiming for the stomach, a headshot would be too easy to dodge. If he has time after throwing the dagger he shall draw another, which is fixed to his backpack, if not he'll start circling to the left and shift the fighting dagger from his left hand to the right. |
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Legion Symbol
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By now, the fifth and wounded bowman bandit was drawing close; Nivram had flung his dagger and struck his target where he had intended to - but not without a cost. Upon taking the stomach wound - something that would kill slowly, the enraged bandit let out a feral roar of rage and threw his own dagger straight back at Nivram and struck him squarely in the shoulder. Gripping his stomach, the bandit yanked out Nivram's dagger, knowing that it would kill him but too berserk to care.
The fourth bandit took the oppertunity to retrieve his sword while the bowman hobbled into view and notched an arrow. The rest of the party was alerted to the sound of battle due to the various screams, flashes of light and other minor details - like the burning scent of charred flesh. Of course, it was unlikely Nivram could make it out on his own against three unless Eruwin awoke soon or the others came to his aid. --- OOC: Edit: I'll let you decide which shoulder Nivram took the wound on, Dplax. [ 05-06-2006, 06:37 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ] |
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Gold Dragon
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Telryn
Oblivious to Isokla's questioning of Detheriel, Telryn accepted the leaf-plate and quickly ate the porridge. "Thanks for that Isokla, went down just perfect," He said with a pleasant smile. Dropping the leaf on the floor, he walked over to his sleeping "area" and got his belongings ready for their travelling today. His backpack sat on top of his shield, flail next to that, and finally his chainlink shirt next to his "bed", which consisted of earth and a cloak. Then he heard it. A scream. It was the unmistakable sound of someone in great pain, something he had heard once before... It was another good day. The sun was shining, there was no trouble in the streets, Telryn walked through them beaming at the people peddling their goods, the cities tabard showing proudly on his chest. "Another day over, aye Telryn?" An elderly woman piped up as she sat on a chair outside what looked like a derelict house. Nodding, the Guard Captain replied "Aye, the cities sure feels a lot less corrupt." "Well good luck to you, it's you that's keeping us citizens safe." Blushing slightly, Telryn smiled and walked on from the woman. His house wasn't in the richest part of the city, but he did have to walk through one of the "less looked after" areas, an area he grew up in. "Help, help!" Yelped a voice, one Telryn thought sounded like it belonged to a young boy, " That man's took my money!" Using his height to his advantage Telryn scanned the crowd to see where the voice was coming from. Locating it, a small blonde haired youth at the edge of an alley, he moved through the crowd ordering people to get out of his way. "He ran down the alley!" The boy squealed. At a fast sprint Telryn ran down the alley, drawing the sword from the scabbard on his belt. He turned the corner, quite recklessly, to find...a dead end? Looking about for some way of escape for the thief, he found nothing. No doors, no climbable walls, no ladders, no nothing. "Drop your weapon, "Captain", and I won't melt it to your hand" Telryn sighed before throwing his sword on the floor. He knew that voice all too well. "I've told you, your boys break the law, your boys pay for it," Telryn muttered as he turned around, facing his current enemy. The man laughed. "That is *not* how things work around here," He answered with a smirk, "You leave us alone, I won't burn down all those you care for." If looks could kill, then the man would certainly be lying dead on the floor. This man was the bane of Telryn's position as Guard Captain. His name was Carron, and along with a few other people he practiced the art of fire magic, which was all fine and legal, until they used it to launder money from people by threatening to set an inferno on them and their houses. "I can't cooperate," Telryn muttered. "Then you will die," Carron said with a wicked grin. A second scream snapped him out of his daydream. Glancing over at Detheriel and Isokla, he simply said "Where's Nivram, and Zakaria?". Not having enough time to fully equip himself, he grabbed his flail and ran to where the voices came from. Throwing himself through the undergrowth he joined in the others, just as he saw a dagger fly into a mans stomach. One male was lying unconcious on the floor, whilst Zakaria looked in pain.. "What the?" Telryn yelled. ---- OOC: Sorry for the long post. Probably typo ridden, but I am no good at proof reading. I've been meaning to write something for a while, and that's the form it came in. A bit of insight to Telryn's past, more to come later. I'll let the DM post something for the bandits to do before Telryn reacts. [ 05-07-2006, 07:04 AM: Message edited by: Ivelliis ] |
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Jack Burton
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Nivram
A searing pain flashed across his body, originating from his shoulder, but luckily the pain was comparable to the pain he had felt after he had torn his foot open by a sharp rock at the age of six, and not like the pain he had felt when he nearly died due to an accident involving a scythe. But still, Nivram's right shoulder hurt like hell, and he found that he could no longer hold the dagger inside it, which cluttered to the ground. What was probably going to save Nivram was the arrival of Telryn just at that moment. Fighting the pain, Nivram reached behind his back to a side pocket of his leather bag, and quickly drew another throwing dagger, which at first he aimed at the man, who had thrown the dagger at him, hoping for revenge. But then the archer arrived. Revenge had to wait. Nivram knew the dangers that an archer could pose to any member of his group, should others also come to his aid. The bowman was a fair distance away, but it was not an impossible throw. Nivram aimed carefully, taking into account the fact that already wounded, the bowman would move differently and let loose the dagger. |
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Mephistopheles
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Zak barely moved, he was aware of what was happening, oh yes, but the pain from his own fire and the dagger wounds kept him still.Ahhh, crap.I guess i messed up this time eh Nivram? I'm sorry.It was just a whisper, but he was sure Nivram heard.
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Dracolich
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Detheriel
Detheriel let out a yelp at Telryn's words, that were spoken with such deceptive calm. Leaping up from his meal, he ran towards the trees in pursuit, taking a slight detour to snatch up his bow and quiver. With no time to arrange it properly, he tucked it under his arm and ran towards the sounds of combat ahead. After he breached the perimeter of trees the trailing strap of his quiver caught in a branch, yanking it from his grasp. Cursing colourfully, he snatched an arrow from the ground and loosely notched it, abandoning the rest in his haste to reach the others. He burst out of the forest into a small clearing, just behind Telryn's broad back. |
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