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| Tweet Topic Started: Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:40 pm (568 Views) | |
| Zieg | Fri Nov 26, 2010 11:40 pm Post #1 |
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Zieg huddled against the ancient white stone as he surveyed his surroundings. Nothing broke the still silence of the night but the sound of the elf's own breath as his eyes roamed across the deserted, broken landscape. I hate coming here, he thought, realizing slowly that he really hated going anywhere besides maybe the cities of the deep or Gloomwood. But a job had brought him here--a dangerous one, at that--so there was little choice except to grin and bear it for the moment. Standing beneath the ruins of what was once the city's great stone tower, Zieg slowly made his way around the tower, not daring to make much noise as his rather massive quarry lurked somewhere out of sight. Who on earth wakes up a fossil drake, anyway? he wondered silently as he froze at the sound of a giant breath. The seemingly harmless job bill sprang into Zieg's memory--A Simple Job for a Great Reward, the handbill had said. "Some simple job," the elf muttered with a snort, freezing once again as the sound of the drake's breath filled the air once more. Pulling a small bit of cloth around his nose and mouth, Zieg took a few deep breaths, then emerged from the side of the tower, his sword in hand and his eyes searching for a target. "Shouldn't be that difficult," he told himself as he looked around, a bit confused at the lack of a visible drake. "The client did say it used to be a pet after all. Can't possibly be that...difficult..." Zieg trailed off as he realized that he was standing in a shadow...a shadow which was growing larger by the moment. "Oh damn," he said, turning and leaping away in one fluid motion as the drake above him landed with a crash. A loud roar rent the air as Zieg rolled away, flinching a bit as his back was pelted with broken cobblestone. Coming to his feet in a quick slide, Zieg turned towards his newly revealed foe...and grimaced once again in disappointment. "Some pet," he muttered as his eyes slowly drifted up to view the entire drake. "The bloody thing is bigger than the rest of the tower!" he shouted to no one in particular. "Last time I take a job from a stinkin' town board." Zieg was forced to bring his griping session to a quick end as the drake turned towards him, claws raised for a strike. Without another word, the elf sprinted away, trying to put as much distance between him and the angry drake as he could while thinking of a plan. . . |
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| Naitbas | Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:19 pm Post #2 |
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Link had, also, seen the handbill in town, but not even two minutes later then Zieg. The young wood elf figured that great deeds would only bring him closer to being strong enough to defeat the warlock who now rules his land. A fossil drake sounded like a good challenge. Well, one on one it was suicide, two on one may give them chances. With the older elf having longer legs, Link arrived around fives minutes later just in time to hear a crash and a thunderous roar. Also with the elf running in his direction. He'd use the same technique as he did versus a massive orc. Jumped on an ally to give himself enough heigth and make his signature move: whirlwind attack. Too bad he was mute, but to show that he was siding with the swordman, he kept his sword sheated, he nodded quickly in front of Zieg, jumped on his shoulder then jumped once again and unsheating his sword. With the momentum of his unsheating it was perfect for his attack. The attack hitted once, twice....three... Nope. The blade stuck in the petrified scale on the beak of the drake. The monster raging to have a puny wood elf hanging on him, shook his head around, but the anoying bug wouldn't come off. The beast charged in the tower, shoulder first. The impact propulsed the young wood elf flying. The landing was hard, into rubbles of stone and wood. Having lost the smaller bug, he turned to Zieg, to see where he has gone to. |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Thu Dec 2, 2010 8:27 pm Post #3 |
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[OOC: Since I decided I'm not going to do my homework today, I actually have time to post! Sorry for the wait.] Now, Ozan never actually got to meet the Archaeologist face-to-face. His son had explained that the proud man hadn't left his chambers ever since the ordeal. Ozan asked the boy if that was because he was traumatized -- after all, it isn't every day that one wakes up an enormous beast from its centuries-long slumber and barely escapes with their life. No, the son had replied. The Archaeologist got half his face and shoulder raked off by the beast's enormous claws, and simply refused to be seen in public anymore. Something about not being pretty anymore, the son had said. That was all well and good, but Ozan really had wanted to talk to the man himself. Job postings -- kill orders, bounties and such -- were posted all over town, but they were vague. The point: destroy building-sized, magically-animated pile of bones, receive a small fortune courtesy of the Archaeologist. Well, why? No, why wasn't the right question. How did this man wake up a giant fossil? Sure, it was important for Ozan to get this kill; it would power his body's enchantment for weeks. But he was still curious about the story behind it all. That's why he had visited their mansion. Leaving with only slightly more information than he came with, Ozan took his belongings and slung them over his shoulder before taking his leave and setting out straight to the ruins in question. Nobody out here for miles. Even though the job bill seemed urgent, the fossil drake probably couldn't hurt anyone in this particular area. They were probably just afraid it'd go on a little excursion to their town and crush it to bits in two stomps. Ozan stared ahead, glassy-eyed and blank-faced, lulled into a sort of trance from the rhythmic hoofbeats of his rental horse. A loud crash nearby made him jump to alertness; he dug his heels into his mount's sides, forcing it to gallop forward. Emerging from between the columns of a half-crumpled building, Ozan saw it. And here he thought descriptions of its size were mere hyperbole! The creature was absolutely colossal, made of hefty rock-caked bones held together with barely visible tendrils of greenish-yellow magic arcing inside of it. Ozan pressed forward. It had its empty eye sockets directed straight forward as it loped after something, plowing through priceless ancient architecture. There was... yeah, it was chasing someone. Nothing could stop its single-minded pursuit of that figure. Ozan wasn't the best rider in the world, so handling a horse at full gallop in a winding maze of old cobblestone roads was not only difficult, but genuinely terrifying. He was determined to catch up. The air filled with the sound of crashing stone and the bizarre arcane screams of the dragon. He approached behind the man; an elf, it appeared. Ozan's horse was catching up with him. For only a matter of moments, they reached a point where they were parallel. The anti-mage, gripping the reigns in one hand, lowered his other arm toward the runner, aiming to pull him up onto his horse. "Take it!" he roared over the noise. Everything went nice and smoothly for several hundred feet; it almost looked like they could get away and maybe formulate a plan of action in safety. Then a section of wall collapsed in front of them. The horse panicked and skid to a stop rather than jump over the ruins. The dragon's claws came down. Everything was a blur as Ozan was violently thrown from his mount, rolling into the rocks. By the time he managed to clamber to his feet and draw his sword, the poor beast's pained neighs had gone quiet. It lay motionless in a pool of blood. Edited by Ozan, Sat Dec 18, 2010 5:03 pm.
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| Zieg | Fri Dec 10, 2010 12:45 am Post #4 |
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Zieg ran blindly, ignoring the crashing sounds behind him or the noticeable movement of the ground underneath his feet. He could only focus on running as fast as his feet would carry him. Apparently, he'd severely underestimated the strength of the drake behind him. Hopefully, the mistake wouldn't cost him his life. "Damn!" he shouted as he tripped over a slightly raised cobblestone, trying frantically to straighten his strides and sprint away once more. But that speed, the elf had horrible trouble finding his balance. He could almost feel the massive drake closing the distance, only meters away from catching and destroying its prey. For a brief moment, the elf's mind drifted to wondering what on earth being an undead would feel like...a thought Zieg had no trouble pushing away as he continued his run. Then suddenly, he heard a sound completely out of step with the massive drake behind him. The pitter-patter sound brought to mind a galloping horse, but Zieg had little hope of there actually being one in this forsaken place. Must be the taunting of the mind as one approaches death, Zieg thought grimly. But then, unbelievably, a horse actually broke into his field of vision, streaking forward and eventually matching Zieg's frantic pace. "Take it!" said a roaring voice, just audible over the sound of the drake giving chase. Zieg gave the opportunity little thought as he changed directly slightly, coming closer and closer to the galloping steed. When the time was right, the elf grabbed the rider's hand while using what force he could to launch himself from the street. With his and the rider's combined strength, Zieg deftly got his legs in the air and landed, albeit awkwardly, on the horse's back. Grimacing in pain, the elf shifted as much as he could while looking behind at the massive drake behind. "Fast little tyke, isn't it?" Zieg asked softly, his sarcasm barely overwhelmed by the current grim situation. "Smooth exit though. I do applaud--" And then suddenly, the earth and sky seemed to switch places as the elf found himself launched from the horse's back. He barely had time to shout out before hitting the ground hard, knocking the air from his lungs and causing starts to cloud his vision. Note to self: stop talking, the elf thought, immediately rolling to his feet and grasping for the hilt of his longsword. He tasted blood as he stood looking about for both savior and foe, but little else seemed to be damaged beyond repair. He could certainly fight in this condition...the question was, for how long? |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Sat Dec 18, 2010 5:35 pm Post #5 |
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Ozan was silent, his attention focused intently on the fossil drake. For now, it was distracted by the horse that lay dead in front of it. The anti-mage looked in either direction, even glancing behind him, before he saw the door. It looked like one of those old basement doors you'd see on the backs of farmhouses. This one appeared to lead into one of the few building complexes the dragon's body hadn't damaged. "There," he said, pointing. "Run." He resheathed his sword and broke into a sprint. The movement appeared to catch the dragon's attention, because Ozan could clearly hear the humongous heap of bones pushing its heavy body closer towards them. Just as the man reached the door and tore it open -- thank the gods it hadn't been locked or jammed -- and held it open for the elf, the dragon let out another one of its unbearably shrill screams. Before it reached them, Ozan followed the elf inside and down the staircase that greeted them. The entire earth shifted when the living fossil charged at the comparatively tiny opening into which they had descended. The dragon screeched, destroying the door. It then proceeded to attack the entryway relentlessly. At the base of the long stairway, Ozan turned around. The dragon was still there, trying, in a fit of useless bloodlust, to dig its claws and snout inside. "I must say that this was one of my better plans," Ozan said, a satisfied grin on his face. "What's your name, boy? I'm Ozan." He offered a hand to shake. "I take it you were here for the bounty too. Those things were posted everywhere." Upon further exploration of the place they were now hiding, he realized that the building was actually a library of sorts. Bookshelves were arranged neatly in rows all around the outer rim of the huge basement, even though a lot of the books themselves were strewn chaotically around the floor, some open and some not. The center also featured a wealthy number of desks and chairs. "Odd," Ozan commented. "Do you know whether the ancients had books? Or, er, lamps and maps?" He approached and motioned to one of the desks containing those two relatively modern innovations. "Okay, so maybe this isn't the archaeological find of the century, and just a place where a bunch of recent academics decided to set up shop. It's underground, and that's all that matters. This can be our base of operations while we figure out how to kill that thing." He pulled up a chair and took a seat, motioning for Zieg to do the same. "So, I have a feeling that we won't be able to just slash it to death with our swords. Any ideas?" Edited by Ozan, Sat Dec 18, 2010 5:40 pm.
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| Zieg | Wed Dec 22, 2010 9:19 pm Post #6 |
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Zieg shook his head to clear his vision and to move the rebellious strands of hair intent on settling on his nose. Haircut, the elf thought absently, Assuming I survive this, I need a haircut. I suppose I could go to-- The random string of thought was broken as the fossil drake roared in anger and shifted its massive body towards the lone elf. Zieg was about to launch into another sprint, his body already tensed, when he suddenly saw his mystery savior standing rather calmly and pointing to a door just meters away. "There," he said, "Run." The second sentence was hardly necessary as Zieg was already in flight once he saw the door. The mystery man--A bounty hunter, the elf mentally corrected--sprinted towards the door. The fossil drake, apparently realizing its prey was still alive, sprang to motion as well, shifting its massive bulk towards the door as well. The man frantically pulled the door open and ushered Zieg inside before slamming it shut and rushing to the staircase just ahead. Zieg felt around blindly, more concerned about getting away from the drake than the fact that he was skipping several stairs at a time and coming dangerously close to falling on his face. Only seconds later, a loud crash could be heard from the top of the stairs. Zieg didn't bother to look--the darkness would have made it a useless gesture anyway--but he assumed it was the drake crashing into the door. A sudden shaft of dim light pierced the darkness, confirming that the door above had been shattered by the drake's assault. Moments later, Zieg's feet touched a flat surface, signaling that they'd reached the base of the staircase. "Wonderful," he muttered, glancing around in the horribly dim light for any sign of life or escape. "I must say that this was one of my better plans," the man said with a grin. "What's your name, boy? I'm Ozan." Zieg suddenly frowned, not at all liking that he'd been called boy, even by a person who'd just saved his life. "Zieg," he said gruffly, walking away from Ozan and his offered hand. Instead, the elf moved forward into the relatively dark space, holding out his hand to investigate his surroundings and to keep from running into anything. It didn't take long before the elf found a row of bookshelves...and tripped over one on the floor. Stooping slowly, the elf picked up the book and moved back towards Ozan. "Do you know whether the ancients had books? Or, er, lamps and maps? The elf only smirked as he picked up one of the lamps and moved towards a nearby desk. Placing the book on top, Zieg rummaged through a few drawers until he found what he needed--a small container of heating oil and flint. Zieg ripped out a few pages from the book he'd found and carefully placed them inside the lamp. He then tilted the lamp back a bit and placed it carefully on the desktop, it's small doorlatch still ajar. He then quickly struck the pieces of flint together, patiently waiting until one of the sparks fell onto the drops of oil atop his impromptu tender. A few quick breaths later, the lamp was burning brightly, much to Zieg's satisfaction. With that done, the elf took a seat across from his temporary companion, quickly sizing him up as he thought for a few moment. "So, I have a feeling that we won't be able to just slash it to death with our swords. Any ideas?" "That would depend on the weapons we have at our disposal," Zieg replied slowly, "What can you do? And...perhaps more importantly, what made you answer the bill? You don't look like some random thrillseeker...and that sword supports my theory, I think. Surely you have a few abilities tucked away for this hunt, no?" |
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| ¤Ozan[Adm] | Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:57 pm Post #7 |
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Ozan clasped his hands calmly in front on him, peering over at Zieg through the lamplight. "Magical creatures are a specialty of mine," he answered. "I can make them unable to cast. This one's definitely magical, but I'm not sure about what kind of effect my abilities would have on it. The reason I took this job is related, I suppose: I can't negate magic if I don't keep killing magical creatures. It's how I get by, you know?" The man glanced around the room, studying the vague outlines of bookshelves. "And you? What's a nice elven boy like you doing, tackling such a dangerous job? Any useful abilities you might have?" During Zieg's reply, Ozan reached down in his seat and picked up a book lying on the floor nearby. He plopped it on the table in range of the lamplight. Though it was obviously an old tome, it showed much fewer signs of decay than he anticipated. Scraps of much more recently-made parchment larger than the book itself were tucked as a pile between the pages. "Before I came here, I went to meet the man responsible for the issuing of the bounty," Ozan said after a pause once Zieg was done speaking. "He was a famous archaeologist, very interested in these ruins. This might be where he worked on-site." The anti-mage carefully opened the book to the page where the parchment was stacked. The entire thing was scrawled with notes, symbols in a language Ozan couldn't understand. Opposite the parchment, text on the book detailed the necessary reagents for a large-scale earth-moving spell. He spun the whole book upside-down and pushed it over to Zieg. "I think the dragon is his fault." The earth rumbled as the fossil drake outside gave a frustrated scream. "What if we cornered it somehow? Keep it locked in one place. I could use my abilities on it -- that might weaken it even more. But how do we deal the killing blow?" ((OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, and the shortness. >.<)) Edited by Ozan, Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:58 pm.
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