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[Morgeruat]

The dragon

With Neb's spellcasting and apparently forgetting about the wild magic his familiar caused he was quite surprised to notice all three of them sinking in mud, instead of just the intruder, there was also a roar and a stretching/popping sound from behind him as his spell released the drago-bun from it's spell. the bonespawn had the creature in it's mouth already at this point and was not at all happy about having a rampaging dragon inside it's mouth, before long both creatures were near death, and as the dragon finished with a wicked claw swipe across now almost slonelike fless he felt the bonespawn's life-force flee, knowing he was also near death the dragon used a spare second to cast protection from chaos, and then a teleportation spell to remove him from the tower.

OOC: I know the tower cannot be broken into with most magics, but I'm assuming it's a defense mechanism to keep intruders out, not prevent them from leaving. PM me if I'm wrong and I'll edit my post.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

The marks of power disappeared from the scroll with each syllable of the hidden language that passed his lips. Soon the page itself was empty of marks and symbols and the velum itself simply dissipated into a swirling powder with the whispered speaking of the last syllable. Such writing as this offers considerable protection and thus might stand a chance of reducing the effectiveness of the One Who Mods for a few moments. The owls have brought him news. The One called Larry is alone in the large space within which he has seated his throne and the owls speak as well of another battle recently joined on the floors below. ~ Good. It seems that not everyone has fallen before his power. ~ He steps out of the room toward the stairs to the next floor and pauses a moment surprised by the quality of sound within the structure. Studying the harsh and smooth stone of the walls he smiles. Walls such as this are far too strong to be moved or shaken. The woman, TAO, of the silver banded throat had mentioned something about an echo. ~ Small wonder one would become conversant in the speech of echos in a place such as this. Perhaps, even the strength of these walls might be of use ....

[ 05-09-2002, 11:46 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Madman-Rogovich]

Seeing the fool sink into the mud madman arose too and drew his mindblade.. MAY I >>??? he walked toward the newly formed mudpit and raised his blade..we serve noone my friend...noone that is except for a common interest but oppose us and ye will surely die...RIG SPEECH OVER DIE!!! madman swung his blade in the hope of removing the fighter of good's head.....

[Killing Spree]

~Chani's first reaction was shock. She turned and gasped to see the monstrosity ambling toward them. Cowering, she held up her arms in a weak defense. The scythe on her right wrist glowed more vibrantly than she'd ever seen it. Puzzled, she looked at the ashen figure. Her jaw went slack in awe. Tears springing to her eyes, she straightened. She didn't care if the thing clawed her to a million pieces. Hard pressed to keep her voice steady, she held out a trembling hand, whispering.~ "Mel! Mel quen wing wen!" ~She shuddered, blinking back tears. She stood tall and brave, steadying her voice to a calm tone.~ "Deiter... Don't you remember me?"

(The elvish basically says: My love, speak to me!)

[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

The blade sunk deep into the head of the shadow in the mud pool. A blow that would have felled a normal man. The shadow ceased moving and a fireball exploded into the area of the mud pit, from behind both the generals, scorching Madman and destroying the clone stuck in the mud puddle. A shadow materializes behind Neb and Crisom Death glows a dull red as it flashes through the air on an angle to slice Neb in half.

OOC: what was that spell called "mislead" or something like that i think. It turns you invisible and creates another one of you? i think thats what it is called. Neb i am leaving you plenty of time to dodge block or w/e, and Madman you are burned a little bit, but presumably OK.

[TAOWolf]

She watches and leaps to the side as the "thing" emerges and lunges. She watches astonished as Spree says Dieter's name, and holds in the shadows, watching as she stands...brilliant and brave, holding out her hand, begging him to remember her.......

If nothing else, she will always remember this moment..Silver tears fall to the floor, smoldering and melting the rock as they travel along the tiny cracks in the floor......

She limps silently towards the door containing the wolf, the silver bracer around her neck now glowing a brilliant blue, lighting up the door, and the wardings around it...........

She lifts her head as she rears up, howling with all her might, the foundation shaking once again with the power and pain of the song....

She slams both front paws to the ground in front of the door, and a shockwave emanates from the spot traveling outward...........

[Neb]

Neb feels that something is wrong when the fool in the mud pool is too easily killed and dodges blindly to one side. It's what saves him, Dantes' blade gives him a deep and unpleasant wound across his back but doesn't kill him like it would have had he not dodged. The pain causes him to stumble and collapse.

Hardly a second passes before he gets to his feet again, however. He literally growls as he charges towards his foe, staff raised to strike. His opponent would probably parry and judging from the magic of his blade maybe destroy the staff. Which was the sorcerer's intention. The magic that would be released should the staff be destroyed would most assuredly wipe out his foolish foe. Though maybe him as well, a small risk that was acceptable.

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>I won't go into useless detail about him. There is no point, as you won't be fighting him.

Deiter

Stopping in his tracks, first you see a look of confusion, then his eyes seem to return to that beautiful shade of green that you once knew. He looks at his hands and then back to you, and speaks with a voice that seems to be unwordly, like an echo instead of a real voice...
"Chani...Chani, what has he done to me? I am hideous! Please help me! I cannot bear this curse!"

He sits down where he was standing and looks to the ground.

"Chani...I know so much...I need to tell you so much! But I need to be returned to normal. The way to heal me is simple but very difficult for you. You must kill this body that is before you,... then as I die, I will return to a normal half-elf mortal, but before I die...I need to be healed...as the monster is dying, so shall I be reborn...but you have to time it right! Will you do this for me?"

TAO>>>Let me know when you have opened the cell door to the wolf.

[ 05-10-2002, 09:11 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Cyril Darkcloud]

“Sof’ya,” he whispers, “sof’ya she’ah’tek’a ha’shama’im” It is time. Time for the weak and overlooked whispers of life to be heard in this place of death. It is time and it is right and it is good that the time and place are this moment within this tower. The issue must be decided here where the One Who Mods places his throne at the very seat of his power. The stormwalker grows still. Perhaps the Grim and Terrible Stillness, Death who neither moves nor breathes, shall claim him this day but this will be no straw death. No, he shall die, if that is to be, as he has lived – as one whose face is turned fully into the storm. He is frightened and he is uncertain, but these things do not matter. It is possible that he shall stand once more under open skies and within the free and living air and that this is possible is enough.

He whispers once more and a there is a slight rustling of feathers as the owls begin to move. “It is time.” They rise then, these strange grey black birds that have fed upon the blood of the hound of chaos, in silent flight to the place where the One called Larry has placed his throne. In swift circling movements they enter the room, filling it with the sudden and furious beating of their wings and the strange singing of their hooting calls. They carry scraps of cloth in their talons which they release in into the air set into motion by their wings and the swirling pieces of cloth move in the air and take on the varied semblances of the individual owls and of the silent stormwalker, surrounding the Mage with the restless and shifting sound and motion of bird and image.

Cyril steps into the room among the images that mimic his motion. The arrow that dispels magical protections already in his bow, he releases it sending it flying at the One called Larry.

[ 05-10-2002, 10:46 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Larry_OHF]

He jumped up at the moment he noticed movement. Somebody had entered the room, and had got past his wards. Angry at being taken by surprise, he left his seated position and stood in the center of the room, looking and listening, but then was assaulted by a terrible screaching of millions of voices, vibrating from the walls and crashing into his ears. He then saw the numerous host of owls and visions of Cyril. Larry raised his hand to a vision of the wind maker and a blast of flame erupted, destroying the image, but that did not stop the war. His ears were now ringing in annoyance at the terrible sounds of the owls, and he was getting dizzy from chasing after images that appeared real, but turned out not to be. Raising both hands and screaming a spell that he could not hear himself even speak took out two more images, leaving nothing but tattered cloth. Fury was racing through his thoughts, as he called forth a shadow-sword and began to hack at the intruding images. One after another fell, but nothing was stopping the screaming agony of the voices and screeches. Larry called forth another shadow-blade and now dual wielded them as he spun around and through the images, taking them out as fast as possible. He then heard a thud and looked to the ground to see an arrow at his feet. He had been shot at, but then realized that some of his immunities had just been destroyed. It was a dispel magic arrow, and was not intended to kill him, but only to lengthen the game of torture. Sreaming in rage now, Larry began to hack at the air with renewed fury, killing image after image, hating the Wind-maker more and more after each dispelling. Yet, there were so many of them. He was exerting so much energy into this that he began to get lightheaded and fatigued. Still, he pressed on, fear now overriding him as he knew that one of these images was flesh and blood.

OOC>>>I hope that did your post justice.