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[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: It most certainly did. Very nice work, Larry!

He shuddered at the naked rage of the Modding Mage and only with great effort managed to maintain his own composure. But this terrible outpouring of anger and violent energy is just what he had hoped to produce. The angry shouts of the One called Larry fill the room and confirm what he had suspected - it is like any other throne room, only more so. The harsh unyielding stone of this place amplifies Larry's voice and grants a mighty resonance to his words. Acoustically, the room is as close to perfect as he has ever encountered. Were it possible to relax Cyril would smile, but he must maintain his concentration as much hangs on these next few moments. All of this movement and outburst has purchased nothing more than seconds, a few brief moments of time within which to move. Hoping that such a brief advantage will be enough he reaches into his quiver and draws a rune arrow. He aims carefully not at the Modding Mage but at the smooth stone floor at his feet. He launches the arrow and without waiting to see the result draws a second and lets it fly to the floor on the other side of the Mage. The trailing thunderbolts nearly blind him with their bright motion in the shadow filled chamber and he braces himself to receive the thunder of their impact.

[ 05-11-2002, 12:55 AM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

[Larry_OHF]

An arrow landed at his feet and with it brought more pain than if it had pierced him. Lightning shot forth and burned his body, since his defences were weakened, then as nature's way...Thunder always follows...yet Larry had never counted on a thunder clap inside his tower. The blast of thunder knocked him to the ground, his ears bleeding now from the constant torture they were going through. He dropped both his shadow swords, which dissipated upon being let go, and held his ears as he screamed. Never had anyone assaulted him so! When the rolling thunder finally ceased, Larry lay still on the floor, curled up in agony.

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OOC>>>TAO...Spree...what is your situation? I expect TAO was trying to open the cell door to get the wolf out, and you are supposed to be healing Deiter as he directed. Both of those things need to be done, then I need you to wait until I post. Cyril and I need your part to be completed before we finish this...

I am going to my mom's in a couple of hours, and will nt be around until Sunday night.

[ 05-11-2002, 11:50 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

Dantes was surprised by the counterattack and he dodged to the side but not entirely in time. The staff skiped off his left shoulder, not much of a blow, but it knocked him a little off balance none the less. With the ease of a practiced fighter Dantes rolled with the blow spinning around and sending his katana whistling in a blistering arc at the midsection of his opponent.

[Neb]

Neb attempted to dodge the blade but the attempt went badly. The blade sunk into his side almost skewering his live and the mage sunk to the floor with a thin stream of blood running from the edge of his mouth, he could feel that he couldn't fight much longer, he'd have to come up with a plan. As he suddenly got the inspiration for one he smiled weakly.

The sorcerer feinted near-death and spoke weakly, "My foe, I am dying. Grant me one last wish... Break my staff that noone else wields it...." Then he closed his eyes and pretended to slip quietly into death. Actually he was just waiting for the explosion that'd herald the death of his foe. He hoped that it would come soon since he wasn't THAT good at holding his breath.

[Killing Spree]

(ooc: ~Wince~ Sorry Larry! I've been kind of busy DM'ing the Wanderers and working on the Wide-Eyed Wolf. BTW, about your lady's *ahem* plan?? A word: Ursula. Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?)

~Chani swallowed hard, but nodded bravely. She blinked back the tears in her eyes, forcing a weak grin.~ "Anything for you Leafblade." ~Quietly, she stoops beside the deformed half-elf. She pulled out her scimitar, eyeing the fateful blade. Stalling, she looks to TAO.~ "You take care of the wolf... I can handle this myself." ~She then turned back to the thing that was Deiter. She looked mournfully into the creature's eyes, drawing the blade up to his chest. She put a trembling hand on his leathery shoulder.~ "Khil mel anca gurth." (Follow love to the jaws of death.) ~Taking a deep breath, she pummeled the blade into his abdomen.~

[Madman-Rogovich]

madman saw dantes standing before the defeated mage.....scorched and in agony madman rose his skin boots still smouldering...he slowly paced towards date...''neat trick'' he hissed as he pressed the poit of his bladeagainst the fighters back.

[TAOWolf]

As the shockwave emanates forward, the door to the cell is blasted off its hinges. In the ensuing swirl of dirt, splinters of wood and metal, TAO hides her eyes with a paw. As the cloud disperses back to the floor, she looks up.

The door has been literally blown off its hinges, and out of the darkened cell, a wolf slowly limps forward to the opening....

At this time a resounding clap of thunder from inside the tower booms, knocking both wolves off their feet. TAO has one thought as she gingerly gets back on her feet...~The cloud bringer has begun~, and the wolf smiles a very human looking smile.

The bracer around her neck glows a soft brilliant emerald green as she turns and lays eyes for the first time on the poor soul that the Modding Mage imprisioned and she gruffs sadly and softly to the wolf...........

[ 05-12-2002, 05:10 PM: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]

[Larry_OHF]

At that moment, a few things happened...

For Spree, what she saw was a monstrosity of what used to be human, slowly gain color back to his cheeks and a complexion of mortality slowly return to his form.. He smiled weakly and whispered, "You have done it my love! Now heal my renewed body, and I shall stand again at your side!"OOC>>>If you don't soon, he will die in his renewed state...

For TAO, she saw that the wolf was in perfect health and that no hurt had come to her, besides the cold, dirty floor taht was within the cell.

Neither one of them realized that by opening the cell door that held the wolf, that a series of clicks had almost silently sounded off, and that the door taht they came in from was just ...no longer there. In fact, not only was there no exit anywhere in the underground holding, but all the other cell doors had now opened and several of them held things that were now awakened and starting to growl, hiss, and gurgle.

OOC>>>TAO & Spree...er...good luck staying alive! There is no way to get out by yourselves...only an outside force can breach the cavern wall that has now filled the hole where the door was. I have given you some things to play with while you wait for Cyril to try to rescue you. Don't worry...he will be coming your way...VERY soon, with a little hint of urgency notable upon his brow.

Cyril...let's get bloody.

[ 05-12-2002, 08:51 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]

[Larry_OHF]

OOC>>>Here is a picture of a Shadow Mage-Fighter...much like my character. This was drawn in illustration to Troy Denning's Return of the Arch Wizards series.

[Cyril Darkcloud]

ooc: Cool pic, Larry!

More seconds. This has granted him yet a few more seconds for the doing of that which must be done. There is no time to be either relieved or satisfied with this initial success. His foe is far too dangerous and these seconds must not be wasted upon such things as those. Still he has purchased enough time to do that thing which he had never before imagined doing. Holding the bow in his left hand he grasps the stormreaver in his right and the recently healed skin begins to burn once more as he walks to the cell holding the fallen knight. To spend life for the sake of an outsider knight, for a paladin – he recoils at the thought but forces himself to move forward. Memories rush over him, thundering across his mind with a force not unlike that which he unleashed upon the One called Larry. The outsiders and their arrogant journey through the mountains of his people. The Devouring Terror their foolish questing unleashed upon the children of the Clans of Storm. The ancient and terrible Hunger that tormented and consumed his wife. The summoning of the great Curse and the death of those knights at his hands in that Wind which Scatters Souls.** Newly awakened feelings of anger and loss build within him and the flesh of his palm burns against the handle of the axe. The angry silver color of lightning moves restlessly along the edge of the blade. Asking the forgiveness of his gods and his people, he swings the axe in a sudden and violent movement shattering the door of the cell.

A tortured and broken man greets his eyes, confirming the impulse which demanded he act against his own memories. This man does not deserve to die so hopeless a death as this. ~ No if he is to die, let him then face the Great and Terrible Stillness as the man he has spent his life becoming. ~ He draws the arrow he has made from the golden symbol of one of those fallen knights and aims it carefully at the agonized warrior lying before him. “Perhaps the terrible price of another's fall into tragedy may be enough to bring relief to you. Perhaps some healing may yet be found in the crimes of yesterday.” As the final whispered syllable passes his lips, he launches the arrow at the warrior’s heart. ~ What happens after this is between the knight and his outsider god. ~ Hearing the movement of the One Who Mods, he places the bow over his shoulder and turns, his axes grasped tightly and his face set against the oncoming storm of anger that gathers around the Mage.

** The details of these events are given in Tavern by the Creek III.

ooc: Morgeruat - I’ll leave the effect of the arrow’s striking your character’s heart [this is not intended as a necessarily lethal action, but one that may bring release in some way, however painful] in the your hands.

[ 05-12-2002, 11:01 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]