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| Nicodemus | Sat Mar 12, 2011 5:38 pm Post #1 |
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Nicodemus stood over the counter, evaluating the damage. A mass of limbs and solid flesh composed of skin, muscle, and a dense, compact bone structure was laying on the butcher’s table in various states of disrepair. Leaning down, Nicodemus picked up the head, normal sized despite the length and thickness of the body. It was fairly normal, save for the adjustments. The skin was bare, not a hair in sight. The ears had been removed; mouth smoothly sewn over to the point the existence of one was doubtable. The nose was still present, though slightly crooked, as if broken and healed without being reset properly. A strip of runes stretched from the crown to the brow, a circular, twisting sigil sitting between hairless eyebrows. The mark was his own, marking the beast as permanently his own. Nicodemus caressed the side of the face, streaming a small amount of magic to repair the minor disrepair time had brought on. “Samuel.” Slowly the eyes of the dismembered head fluttered open, showing golden-amber irises. He’d only seen those eyes in a particular sect of Istanian warriors. Many of them were entirely capable, honing their bodies and eyes to pick out small targets, and to take abuse many others would pass out at, all with hardly a flinch. They did not stop striking until their weapons had broken. And then they struck with fists, until broken. And fought with every ounce of spirit they had, until death. Nicodemus had found the qualities of these men entirely favorable in a personal guard. Samuel’s eyes began to flit back and forth, taking note of Nicodemus and the hooded being who presided over the body. “He is wary of you, Cadfael.” Nicodemus murmured, just loud enough to be heard. “As well he should be. Though he should not worry. Without you, my powers are severely limited. And I hold nothing but respect.” The draken lich rest a hand on a severed arm, looking to massage the spots obviously broken. The crackle of bone sounded as the splintered ends reconnected, resealing themselves inside the arm. Cadfael traced a finger along a torn stitch, new thread emerging from the tip of his fingers, sewing the flesh back together. Samuel’s head betrayed no pain; the golem felt none. But his eyes darted to the undead mender, watching intently. “Oh dear. We’re missing bones. It looks like a section of femur that was placed in the forearm has been removed. Without it, he’ll have his weak point. We’re out of spare parts.” Cadfael leaned over the table. Setting down the head, Nicodemus began walking for the door. “I will go. You continue mending.” The fiend exited the house, once a butcher’s shop in the still-run down section of town. Repairs were underway yet, though most were on the other side of the city. Nicodemus felt about for the nearest pocket of death, concentration of corpses. Finding it a little to the north, he set off. Robes stirred dirt and dust, though his feet hardly touched the ground with each step. Entering the cemetery, Nicodemus turned his head. “Caine. I require your assistance.” The beast wasn’t far behind, keeping out of sight for the most part. Which was quite the accomplishment for the large, ever pregnant beast. A four legged gobinoid with clawed hands and feet, she was well suited for digging. Bowing her black-maned neck, she began raking the earth before a gravestone. Several moments later, They had bared the coffin. Smashing the wood open, Nicodemus observed the corpse within. “No good. The legs are broken. Next grave.” He watched as the beast treaded to the next and began digging. |
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| swordhunter | Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:24 am Post #2 |
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Aiden munched thoughtfully on an apple as he wondered along the broken path. Grass and weeds grew amongst the ill-kept cobblestone street, a sign of desertion in what had been a dead city. And yet, Taras was stirring once more with hope and life as reconstruction was underway by a group of determined refugees and relief workers. Aiden couldn’t help but be curious—could the city once overrun by thieves and scavengers be reclaimed by decent folk once more? His curiosity had driven him to become a temporary resident of the city as he did what he could to help the process along. For now, that help was taking the form of keeping away the few bands of vagabonds that still roamed the deserted pockets of the city. The job, while lively, had started to get more dull by the day as the presence of armed guards had made any remaining bandits too wary to attack the refugees directly. And though the change was welcome, Aiden was feeling that his time in Taras was finally drawing to a close. “All the same,” he muttered to know one in particular, munching once more as he continued forward. “I should have been back in Norwood long ago anyway. The diversion was going to have to end eventually, I suppose.” As he turned onto yet another street, Aiden noted a rather odd smell wafting along the abandoned houses and shops along the avenue. Not giving it much thought, Aiden finished his apple and tossed the core aside. The elf was about to sigh in satisfaction when, mid-breath, he suddenly gave an audible wretch—the stench was becoming stronger with each step down the lane. Crinkling his nose in disgust, Aiden brought a portion of his cloak to his face, breathing through the fabric as his eyes looked for the source of the horrid scent. “Smells like a bloody graveyard,” Aiden muttered into his cloak, his free hand slowly drifting towards the hilt of the blade at his side. Though the sun was still up for the moment, the lane was consumed by an eerie hush made only more profound by the occasional stirring breeze. After advancing a few meters, Aiden heard a soft squeak, almost like the sound made by a door with ill-maintained hinges. Throwing his concern about the smell to the wind, Aiden released his cloak and grasped the hilt of his longsword. Keeping the sound of his steps to a minimum, the elf moved as quickly down the lane as he could, certain now that something sinister was afoot. Moving forward, it didn’t take long before the source of the squeaking sound was located—a broken sign hanging above a dilapidated house swung gently in breezes sweeping down the lane. Creepy, Aiden thought, satisfied that one mystery had been solved. That, of course, just left the smell, which seemed to grow stronger as Aiden approached the building before him. Deciding to investigate just a bit more before retreating, the elf stepped forward gingerly, keeping his eyes and ears open for any disturbances. Standing just to the side of the door to what he guessed was formerly a shop, Aiden paused and took a reluctant breath. Then, he slowly turned the portal’s rusted handle and pushed in the door with a creak. . |
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| Nicodemus | Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:33 pm Post #3 |
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Nicodemus stood patiently while Caine unearthed the coffin. Great claws wrapped around the end, puncturing the wood. Pulling it out of the pit, She let it to rest on the pile of upturned earth, leaning towards Nicodemus. Approaching, he touched the solid wood, running his fingers over the lid. Fairly fresh, not yet rotten through. Placing his hand against the wood, he poured raw energy through his palm. Flame-like heat emanated from underhand before the pulse of destructive, rampant power tore the lid off the coffin. The sides splintered outward, warping heavily. The corpse inside was in decent shape, the front blackened by the wizard’s flame. Drawing his dagger, he sliced open the thighs, reaching in with thin fingers. Wrapping them around the bone, he used his thumb and forefinger to pop each out, pulling them free with a sickening sliding sound. Each was in good condition, relatively preserved. Running over each in negative energy, he reinforced the bone, healing the deterioration to a point. “Come, dear. I believe we’re done here.” ***** Cadfael pressed the gap in the calf closed, running the tip of his thumb over it. Flesh knitted over it, weaving and fusing together. Sighing, he stepped back and looked over his handiwork. The golem was, for the most part, put back together. The gaping gashes had been re-sewn, fractured bones healed and broken replaced. All that was left was the bone in the left arm. Samuel lifted its head, looking at Cadfael warily. It had not been active since Nicodemus had acquired the services of the draken lich. Sitting up, it tested out its limbs, stretching and flexing. Cadfael grabbed a length of cloth, beginning to wrap up the limp arm. “Don’t be using it, brute. You’ll end up making my job all the more difficult.” He tied a knot behind its neck, holding it tight against its chest. Hearing footsteps, Cadfael turned his head, circling around the table. Samuel spun and leapt to its feet, wooden planks groaning under the strain of the moving hulk. “Who’s that, then?” Cadfael called out raspily, watching with milky eyes. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Mar 17, 2011 10:11 pm Post #4 |
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Aiden turned the door handle and pushed gently, unsheathing his blade as the wooden mass creaked inward. The elf warily pushed again on the door with the tip of his blade, allowing what light there was to stream into the room. Aiden's eyes quickly roamed over what had been a shop--a butchery, perhaps?--and the various assortment of body parts strewn about the place. His eyes fell on two standing forms in the room, noting that both were clearly not expecting the presence of a live person here. “Who’s that, then?” The elf kept quiet for a moment as his mind tried to process what was going on. That explains the smell, he thought, his eyes once more roaming over the limbs littering the broken stone floors. To his surprise, and suspicion, there was little, if any, blood to accompany what seemed like a scene of carnage. In addition, it wasn't the smell of a fresh kill that was wafting through the air--it was the scent of rot and decay. Aiden's eyes widened for a split second as he breathed, "Necromancer." Without having to think very hard, Aiden could tell why they'd chosen this place. Taras' graves had been abandoned for years. No one would have been able to tell that bodies were disappearing, much less warn others of the possible danger. No, here such activities could go unnoticed until it was too late to stop them. And from the looks of things, that point had apparently already arrived. "Sorry to disturb you, I suppose," Aiden said, his voice almost an indecipherable mutter. His eyes were focused on the brute standing before him, not the seemingly hunched figure nearby. More specifically, Aiden focused on the amber-tinged eyes that glinted even in the dim light permeating the room. His mind took note of the characteristic, as though there were something he should remember about it, but the thought seemed to drift away almost as soon as it'd popper up. "I'd ask what you were doing, but the answer seems a bit self-evident. So I suppose the only question is...why?" Aiden couldn't imagine that he'd hear a good answer, but it wasn't totally impossible either. However, he hoped his restraint now wouldn't come back to bite him later. . . |
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| Nicodemus | Fri Mar 18, 2011 4:41 am Post #5 |
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“Because, dear Aiden, I requested his services.” Nicodemus stood in the doorway, Caine looming behind him, blocking off the entrance. He studied the elf, entering the room behind him. It had been some time, months since the attack on Kellen. Even if his own part was relatively minor, he had shown up opposing the defending forces. Then, it had been only Samuel and Nicodemus. But now, the lich had come back with new soldiers. “Caine, leave us, please. Samuel?” The goblinoid reared, placing its claws in the brickwork of the butchery. The building creaked as it scaled the side, resting atop the shingled roof. Samuel relaxed slowly, keeping an eye on Aiden. Cadfael scoffed, turning his back to the elf and tugging the Golem to the table. Untying the sling holding the golem’s arm tight, he reached out a hand. Nicodemus handed him the pair of thighbones, not minding the informality. Quickly the zombie set to work, replacing the missing bonework in the forearm. He made constant adjustments to the bone, reshaping it to fit. “He recognizes you, elf. But do you recognize us?” Nicodemus lifted his hands. “I have no qualms with you at this time, though I am sure we are intruding upon the… sanctity of your fair city.” the lich smiled as he stressed the word. The concept of sanctity meant little to him. “Please, I do not wish a fight of you. Your sword?” Nicodemus gestured it, slipping his own wand away. Cadfael knitted the flesh back together over the golem’s arm, stepping back. Samuel clenched his fingers once, then wrapped them around the edge of the table. Wood creaked in protest as he squeezed, breaking a shard off the corner of a board. The construct held it warily, eying Aiden. "Samuel is repaired, sire." The zombie clapped his hands, dispelling the last tingles of magic from his hands. Slowly stepping forward, he eyed the swordsman. "And I suppose i forgive you, don't I?" "Manners, Cadfael." |
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| swordhunter | Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:14 pm Post #6 |
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“Because, dear Aiden, I requested his services.” Aiden's muscles tensed as the voice called out from behind. Can't be expecting a fight, otherwise he would've simply struck without announcing himself, he thought, seeing somewhat of a silver lining in the fact that he was now surrounded. The elf took a swift, yet measured step to the left, dividing his attention to the four forms in sight. Aiden gave the newcomer a swift glance over...and then blanched at the sight of the hulking thing outside of the door. Wonderful, the elf thought, his mind still trying to place where he'd seen the newly arrived man before. His mind finally flashed back to the conflict in Kellen months ago. He remembered the demon, Ogichi, and the fact that he'd had to team up with the deranged demon for a short time...and it was against this man. A new hand of chilling unease crept through Aiden as the goblin-looking creature was ordered away. Aiden couldn't help but trace the sound of creaking as the creature climbed up and across the structure. “I have no qualms with you at this time, though I am sure we are intruding upon the… sanctity of your fair city. Aiden squinted a bit at the statement, but did little else. His mind was still working through the scenario of how on earth he'd deal with three potential opponents at the same time. I'd have to leave the building, he thought, It's far too enclosed to have a decent fight...and I'll need to immobilize that Samuel character...he looks like he'll be a bit of trouble if left unchecked. Please, I do not wish a fight of you. Your sword?” Aiden arched his eyebrows in surprise, which then gave way to apprehension. "I think I'll keep it out if you don't mind," he replied evenly, still ready to move if he felt an attack coming. He ignored the apparent distaste in the voice of Nicodemus' zombie servant--he clearly wouldn't be the problem in this situation if things went to hell. "Well then, to use your words, why are you 'intruding' on Taras' sanctity." Gesturing towards the dismembered bodies all around, Aiden couldn't help but feel a sense of revulsion. "Forgive me if I don't quite believe you. I don't think I've ever seen someone use the bodies of the dead for a good purpose." Of course, that in itself was a bit of a lie--he had met a necro master who hadn't been too evil, but that was ages ago...and there was no guarantee that that particular man was still on the side of good. And no matter how much he might want to take Nicodemus at his word, Aiden felt that this wouldn't be another exception to the rule--those who practiced the dark arts had to be stopped, at all costs. . . Edited by swordhunter, Sun Mar 20, 2011 5:16 pm.
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| Nicodemus | Mon Mar 21, 2011 6:31 am Post #7 |
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“A fair enough statement. And I suppose I have no way of proving you wrong.” Nicodemus strode through the room, standing before Samuel. Resting a hand on his arm, Nicodemus traced the muscles in the arm. “Good men go towards the construction of these beings, Caine and Samuel. Are they not works of art unto themselves?” He reached up, running a thumb over the heavy, protruding cheekbones of the golem’s face. “Though art they may be, they serve their purpose. In death, one’s spirit leaves the body. The flesh is but a tool, left behind by its wielder. I am but one who picks up tools that might otherwise decay, giving them purpose.” The lich turned. “They will help me. Imythess lies in chaos, it’s port city in ruins, evil laying a constant siege on the plains. Crime runs rampant through its cities. Temples struggle for purpose. The gods have fallen, and order with them.” “Imythess is diseased, elf. Mortals have stained this land, striking bargains, effectively spreading this plague.” Nicodemus wrapped his fingers around a knife handle, pulling the rusty metal from its block. “I intend to cleanse imythess. Bring order, restore the balances. If a purge is necessary for this end to be brought about…” He threw the knife into the next room forcefully, a clatter coming as it struck the floor, skidding to a halt. The elf refused to sheathe his own blade, mistrustful of the party. “This is not headed in a productive direction, Aiden. Imythess needs the help I can offer it. A fresh start. Uniting the people under a single banner. Perhaps not my own, but one nonetheless.” Lifting his right hand, Nicodemus exercised his will, silvery essence running from the building, concentrating into a mass a foot and a half long. Clenching his hand in the mist, the necromancer solidified the cloud. Compacting, the mass became a curving blade, weightless and razor-sharp. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Mar 24, 2011 1:19 am Post #8 |
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Aiden stayed quiet throughout Nicodemus' talk as his eyes roamed about the room. He certainly didn't trust the necromancer's statement that he wasn't here to fight...or rather, he didn't trust the idea that it would stay that way for long. The elf acknowledged that his own intransigence would probably be a deciding factor, but that was a nonnegotiable point for now--putting his blade away was not an option. The elf's eyes lingered on Nicodemus' two companions, noting the apparent strength of the one called Samuel. He'll be a dangerous one, the elf thought, his sight resting once more on the amber irises of the man. There was still something which rested at the back of Aiden's mind about the feature, something he thought he should be able to know by now and yet remained elusive. The other form, Cadfael, seemed more sinister, but less of a physical danger for the moment. Though Aiden was certain that the latter possessed more strength than it seemed at first glance, he didn't think it would be an insurmountable challenge. Then, of course, there was also the hulking mass resting atop the building. As long as it was there, this wouldn't be a safe battleground. One way or another, the elf would have to get outside quickly if hostilities began...and that, of course, complicated things. Being surrounded by corpse parts isn't the best place to be when fighting a necromancer, the elf told himself, resisting the urge to smirk at the thought. “Imythess is diseased, elf. Mortals have stained this land, striking bargains, effectively spreading this plague. I intend to cleanse imythess. Bring order, restore the balances. If a purge is necessary for this end to be brought about…” That, of course, was all Aiden needed to firm his resolve. Men--beings--who thought themselves worthy of purging or cleansing the world were men who couldn't be trusted. Though Aiden wasn't above using violence to achieve ends, they were to protect others from a greater evil, not to impose his vision on the world. No, talk about restoring balance was dangerous at best...and Aiden doubted very seriously that this situation would fall in the "best" category. “This is not headed in a productive direction, Aiden. Imythess needs the help I can offer it. A fresh start. Uniting the people under a single banner. Perhaps not my own, but one nonetheless.” Aiden watched as a silvery mass formed in Nicodemus' hand, gradually taking on the form of a blade. "I suppose the pleasantries are over," the elf muttered, falling into a defensive stance. Though, he wasn't planning on attacking directly--not now anyway. That would be far too easy...and too dangerous to boot. No, something far more drastic was required in this situation... Aiden gathered magical energy around him as he prepared for battle. Raising his free hand to the ceiling, the elf began backing up as he formed a reply to his opponents. "It is never the place of one man to purge a planet," he said, steely determination putting an edge to his voice. "If balance is to be restored, then it will be done on its own. I don't think I can let you use corpses as tools to achieve your ends, Nicodemus." The elf paused as he realized that it had finally come to a fight after all. Once more, his first instinct had been right...though his drawn sword had indeed not helped things. Shrugging at the thought, Aiden shouted, "Incendie!" A powerful ball of flame leapt from the elf's hand, shooting forward and smashing through the wooden and stone ceiling above with a mighty crash. Debris rained from above as the supports of the building began to groan and creak under increased pressure. Aiden, of course, took that as his cue to begin retreating towards the entryway and the open air alley. . . |
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| Nicodemus | Thu Mar 24, 2011 2:01 pm Post #9 |
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Nicodemus could not help a sneer under his mask, tightening his will on the enchanted blade. “It is quite to my displeasure that I fail to see any pleasantries.” As the elf fell into stance, Nicodemus took his own, turning to the side, making himself a smaller target. His blade ran along his thigh, knees and elbows bent. “It is not the work of one man alone. One man heading a legion of those who have lost their life in this senseless war. War is apparent as the only thing mortals seem to understand. If that is how I must reach them, then so be it.” The lich tensed as the elf threw his arm up. The fireball’s effect on the decaying building structure was devastating. The elf made to retreat outside, and Nicodemus made no move to stop him. Samuel rushed across the room, throwing his arms up with startling grace to catch a tipping beam, its end ablaze. Cadfael’s cloak spread, becoming tattered, leathery wings. The second-in-command leapt up through a widening patch of open sky, pushing himself up. Snapping them open, he glided to a roof across the alley. Caine was nearly missed by the flames, but affected nonetheless. The weakened supports caused the roof to begin buckling. Scrambling to make it to the edge, the beast nearly made it. Falling through in a cloud of dust and a spattering of accumulated dirt, she became half-buried in roof tiles. Nicodemus’ alarm at the creature’s mishap grew, gliding from under the arms of the golem to aid his creation. “Seize him, Samuel.” He hissed audibly. The golem tossed the beam to the ground, exiting the building after the elf. Standing in the street, the golem searched out its target, flexing fingers. Cadfael wrapped his wings around himself once more, the flesh appearing once more as cloth. Inhaling deeply. On the exhale, a mist poured from his maw, growing in size exponentially. It fell over the street, clouding vision. The magic searched for the corpses of the dead, finding none. The mist crept into the collapsing house, touching on severed hands and half-dismembered corpses. One near-full body awoke, but remained trapped beneath wreckage. Hands crept from the doorway, three of them crawling along. The fossil drake cast a new spell on itself, welcoming one of Nicodemus’ pet spirits into its body. Slowly he felt his understanding of dark magics grow, his limbs becoming wearied. Grinning with a new light, the infused Cadfael began a new spell. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:48 pm Post #10 |
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Things happened quicker than expected after launching his spell, much to the elf's delight. Backpedaling out of the door, Aiden's eyes roamed through the cloud of dust and debris slowly engulfing the abandoned building. He was certain that his attack alone hadn't finished things--Nicodemus would be too strong for that, not to mention his various pets. "Managed to start a lopsided fight once again," the elf muttered, cursing his luck. He should have brought Eonian along for the trip. He would have relished the rather long odds in the fight. Aiden smirked for a moment before his eyes caught a movement from the building. A powerful form charged through the doorway. "Samuel's first in the lineup, eh?" Aiden muttered, thankful that he'd managed to split up his enemies for now. Halting his backward strides, the elf reversed direction and surged forward, his sword at the ready and his free hand splayed to his left. "Let's see what you can do, corpse," Aiden challenged, closing the distance between himself and his opponent with quick strides. A moment later, Aiden ducked under a powerful punch from the golem before him. It was in that moment that Aiden remembered the eyes. "Istan," he muttered, almost falling forward in surprise. Things were now painfully clear--if the necro lord managed to get an army of these renowned fighters under his banner, things wouldn't look very good for Taras' future, much less the future of the rest of Imythess. No, the more Aiden thought about it, the more he realized that things would have to be stopped here. Aiden continued his charge forward, taking him out of Samuel's striking range and moving farther the street. As he ran, the elf turned slightly and aimed his free hand at the golem's torso. "Incendie!" he shouted again, unleashing another powerful ball of flame at the golem. The flame projectile churned up small bits of debris along the street as it surged towards its target, reflecting the power of the spell. "No time to play around with this for now," the elf muttered, turning away from his attack and continuing his run away from the destroyed building. . . OOC: Sorry the quality's kinda bad--this was between classes haha Edited by swordhunter, Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:50 pm.
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| Nicodemus | Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:03 pm Post #11 |
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Samuel launched a punch, missing terribly. The elf was quicker than expected. The blow passed overhead, punching a hole in the wall, already falling apart. Rubble spilled to fill the hole, rocks falling into the street. The flesh covering the golem’s knuckles had split, but the bone beneath was relatively unharmed. Turning on the spot, Samuel extended his jaw, stretching the skin over its mouth. The bulge of a tongue pressing against the flesh showed itself briefly. Turning to its side, the golem howled, sounding like a drum being struck rapidly. It began stalking down the street, seemingly undeterred by the fireball. The golem turned to dodge, being struck in the side, knocking him off balance. Spinning into the wall, he caught himself. Flesh continued to sizzle, a large chunk having been burned away by the flames. Standing upright, the golem began stalking in the direction the elf ran, using its arms to help pull itself along, making up for the injury. Small flames licked at the edges of the wound. Nicodemus reached into the rubble, resting his hand on a flank. The smooth skin twitched, muscles contracting. Slowly, it began shifting its weight, making room under the pile. Flexing, it began to pull itself free of the stone, strength boosted with Nicodemus’ help. Coming free, it hissed, clicking. Nicodemus patted the goblinoid. “Your brother needs help, love.” Caine nodded its head, bowing its front legs. Reaching onto the broken wall, it began crawling up and onto the roof. Standing, the lich nearly shook with rage. The elf had interrupted his operations, destroying his workshop. And had run. Jumping through the gaping hole in the roof, he floated to a rooftop, walking after Caine’s crawling form. OOC: So's mine XD typing this in Current Foreign Issues. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:34 pm Post #12 |
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Aiden kept moving down the lane, looking as he passed abandoned building after abandoned building. Most were made of strong stone and wood frames, but their lack of maintenance had simply made them unstable structures...perfect for what he was planning. Satisfied that this was a far better battlefield than the cramped butchery, Aiden stopped his headlong flight and turned to face his opponent. The elf noted the presence of a rather odd mist which was slowly gaining form up and down the street. He hadn’t seen anything like it before, but a chilling feeling spread up and down the elf’s body, giving him the impression that whatever it was, it wasn’t a good thing. The first thing the sight brought to mind was the dangerous breath attacks of powerful drakes. Hopefully he wouldn’t be facing one now…hopefully. He had fought against plenty before and they were never easy foes. If one were here now, in addition to Nicodemus and his other minions, he would have no option but to retreat for now. Of course, he would deal with that if and when the situation degraded to that point. For now, the injured Samuel was his primary target. Grinning with satisfaction that his attack had at least done some damage, Aiden looked up to see the butchery shuddering suddenly. Apparently Nicodemus and his pet had reentered the fray. "That bought as much time as I feared it would," Aiden muttered, the grimace returning to face once more as he stood at the ready, watching Samuel with a wary eye. The golem was closing the distance between them rapidly, given its injury, and would be within striking range in moments. But Aiden was far more concerned about the huge goblin thing stalking towards him. That hulking form would likely be far harder to take out than Samuel or... "Where the hell is the other one?" the elf wondered aloud, the thought instantly putting him on the defensive. He never liked not knowing where an opponent was...and certainly not in situations like these. But as Samuel approached, followed by Nicodemus, there was little time to truly rectify the situation. I need to move again, the elf told himself, willing himself into a forward sprint while bringing his deadly longsword to bear. "Cari," he incanted, feeling empowered as magic rushed through his body. Aiden's sprint became a magic aided charge, spearheaded by his deadly swordpoint...and aimed directly at Samuel. . . Edited by swordhunter, Thu Mar 24, 2011 8:37 pm.
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| Nicodemus | Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:45 am Post #13 |
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Cadfael watched from the rooftops overhead, readying a spell. He’d remained near out of sight, preparing a small arsenal of spells to use against the elf, awaiting his opportunity. Quietly, he began casting, searching for magic to unravel, to eat away and destroy. Samuel moved himself straight into the charge, throwing his arms wide. The golem’s understanding of the situation was perfectly clear, granted enough of his mind to reason. He felt the aura of the two liches nearby, understanding they were in waiting. Reaching out, the golem embraced the attack, throwing itself into the blade. The steel sank into the bone cage of its torso. Samuel reached out to grip the elf in his hands, seeming only moderately pained despite being impaled. Nicodemus leapt from above, gliding to the streets behind Samuel smoothly. Caine jumped, landing behind Aiden with bent knees. The thud jarred loose ceramics in the building next to the pair. Caine crept forward slowly, having successfully flanked the elf. From behind his golem, Nicodemus extended his free hand, casting a spell to ‘heal’ the undead flesh. Wounds from the burn were knitted over, new flesh growing slowly over the cavity, leaving a hollow cavity. The flames caught inside were snuffed out, burnt flesh regaining its composure. “Might you forget, Aiden, that impalement is a mortal wound for those who still live? Samuel has a distinct lack of vital organs. The dead do not need them.” Nicodemus kicked over a trough, emptying it of its murky contents. Setting it back upright, water began flowing from his hand, filling the shallow container. Caine watched, understanding perfectly. Squatting all four legs, the beast shook lightly with strain. On its belly, an x-shaped mark split, pulling back to show a beating, solid cage of bone. A crack formed along a seam running the cage’s length, opening it in halves. Steam poured into the air, a sticky fluid dripping from the hole. From inside the cage came a fleshy sac, the size of a human torso. Touching the ground, Caine reached forward with a back claw, severing the wrist-thick cord attaching mother to egg. The fleshy cord retracted, cage shutting, and flesh sealing itself. Looking lightly wearied, the undead beast curled around the egg protectively as small, lithe hands began pushing at the sac from within. Nicodemus wore a proud smile as he watched the act. “Observe, elf, the power of creation. The miracle of birth, adjusted to suit a better need.” |
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| swordhunter | Sat Mar 26, 2011 7:40 pm Post #14 |
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Aiden's headlong charge covered the distance between himself and the golem at an incredible speed. The elf fought to keep the point of his blade pointed straight ahead, resisting the tendency of the longsword to drift in the face of such speed. But with great satisfaction, the elf finished his charge and watched as his blade plunged deep into the golem's torso. Aiden let his momentum carry him forward, driving the blade into his target up to the hilt. The elf looked into the eyes of the golem...and saw nothing. Only a quick lived grimace of pain betrayed the fact that the form had even registered the attack. Such impressive magic, the elf thought, registering true curiosity and admiration despite himself. While he certainly didn't support the use of necromancy, he had to admit that when done right, there were few things that inspired more awe in him. Though, despite the awe, he also frowned a bit at the fact that he'd certainly have to ratchet things up a bit if he expected to get out of here alive. His skills with a blade were formidable, but they wouldn't do much good against enemies that couldn't feel pain. Have to keep pulling things out of the old bag of tricks then, I suppose, Aiden thought. He grimaced a bit as the powerful golem grabbed him by shoulders, restricting his movement for the moment. An icy finger of dread crept across Aiden's chest as he realized that Nicodemus and his "pet" were still on a rapid approach. "Well that's no fun," he muttered, letting go of his now useless longsword and preparing another plan. He watched warily as Nicodemus came to the ground behind Samuel, followed by a flanking maneuver by the hulking goblinoid under his command. Aiden kept calm, certain that he could get out of the situation as long as he waited for the right moment to act. “Might you forget, Aiden, that impalement is a mortal wound for those who still live? Samuel has a distinct lack of vital organs. The dead do not need them.” Aiden rolled his eyes, ignoring the comment as painfully obvious now that his blade was protruding from Samuel's chest without much effect. But it was yet another reminder of what would have to be done to get out of this place with his life. Aiden tried to ignore Nicodemus for a moment, looking for a way to move out of range, when the necromancer suddenly kicked over a trough of water. The goblinoid seemed to react to the action, beginning a series of movements which captured the elf's attention. “Observe, elf, the power of creation. The miracle of birth, adjusted to suit a better need.” Aiden's eyes widened as he saw hands pushing at the edges of the just-produced egg sac. Resisting the urge to vomit at the sight, Aiden was certain that allowing the birth of yet another foe would be far too much to bear right now. "I'd rather not, if you don't mind," the elf muttered as he gathered magic around him once more. He mentally registered the fact that he'd have to doing so soon--magic wasn't an unending well and even one as skilled as he would soon begin to feel the effects of drawing upon it so heavily. "Thosi tarn," he incanted softly, his eyes widening and turning a deep red as his arms were suddenly wreathed in a powerful, orange-red flame. At the end of each were now powerful claws of fire. He might not be able to kill Samuel for now, but he could certainly get moving again. With a grunt, Aiden lashed out with both hands, raking the undead warrior's arms with flame until he could feel Samuel's grip loosening. With a jerk, Aiden twisted and lashed out with a booted foot, hitting his target square in the jaw. Not bothering to wait for a reaction that he was sure wouldn't come anyway, Aiden twisted away and launched straight for the writhing sac on his flank. Lashing out with both arms, Aiden struck at his new target, his eyes already looking for an expected counterattack. . . |
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