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| [P] Delving into Darkness [Complete]; Taras GRP; Boros | |
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| Fixitt | Sun Jun 19, 2011 12:30 am Post #16 |
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Boros nodded, he moved up the stairs quickly and quietly, he noticed a door was open, he crept to get closer when the floor boards beneath him creaked loudly, he heard Mikel yell out, "Who's there!?" The man walked out blade drawn. Boros didn't bother with talking, their cover was blown, he let out a quick jab to push Mikel back, the veteran would be a hard fight. "Get the other man, I'll take care of Mikel." Boros really didn't know if he could handle him, he had fought quite a bit while he was training in hand to hand combat, but never really against a swordsman. He rushed Mikel, throwing quick jabs to try and keep him unbalanced, it failed, Mikel wasn't as fast as him but he easily dodged the blows and went on the offensive. Boros was driven back a bit, he needed to get closer to be effective, though Mikel seemed to be fine with using short slashes and long thrusts to keep him from getting in close enough to punch. All he could do was bob and weave through the slashes and thrusts, whenever he took a step forward a slash would make him step back. Well, it was do or die time, "Sparks to my hand." Bluish sparks start to leap from his hand, do or die, he needed to get the first real hit. He took a quick step in, ducking the incoming slashing, he brought his fist up into a short uppercut, smashing into the chin. The sparks from his fist gave the man a painful shock, his knees gave out on him, the shock of the first and the spell stunned him. Boros knew this would happen, it was one of the combination attacks his master taught him, he used the moment of Mikel falling to his knee to quickly kicked him in the stomach, he doubled over gasping for air, Boros quickly move to his side and raised his foot above his head, straight up. He let the axe kick slam down at the base of the man's spine, he heard a small crack, if the man wouldn't die from the internal injuries, he would be killed by thieves for his armor, what would they need to fear from a newly crippled man. Boros moved into the room quickly, seeing if his friend had done his job. |
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| Seele | Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:03 am Post #17 |
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Seele stealthily followed the seer up the steps, but as soon as Boros’ heel came down on a creaking board Seele knew their cover was blown. The elf snarled and rushed into the room behind the man, his knives held in a backwards grip so the flat of the blade ran parallel to his forearms. Boros immediately locked onto Mikel, striking at the mercenary with his bare hands. The sorcerer focused on the cloaked man instead, running so low to the floor he almost appeared to be scurrying on all fours. The man’s hood had been removed for their meeting; he was human and significantly older than Mikel, with short and spiky grey hair. His face had several days worth of dark stubble, giving him a distinguished appearance. His face was lined from age, with skin tanned from a life outdoors. Seele grinned in a silent challenge as he sprung at the elderly figure, twirling his fighting knives, but the man raised one hand lazily and pointed at the elf. Seele’s eyes widened as he felt the flow of magic in the room alter, realizing a moment too late that the cloaked man was as spellcaster. His voice was filled with humor as he matter-of-factly stated the spell’s name. “Gale.” Seele only had time to curl up into a ball as the all of the air in the room obeyed the wizard’s spell, coursing along the length of his arm and slamming into Seele’s thin frame. The elf was picked up and slammed into the wall behind him with bone-breaking force. Luckily for the sorcerer, the glamered breastplate he wore protected the elf’s internal organs from the force of the blow, but he was still dazed from the impact. The elderly man shifted the focus of his spell, now pointing to a nearby window. The glass exploded from the opening, being blown across the street with such force that the shards sank into the building on the opposite side of the street. The wizard stopped his spell, stepping to the jagged opening in the wall. With another mirthful glance at the recovering elf, he turned to look outside of the mansion. “Blink.” With a clap of displaced air the man disappeared, reappearing on the rooftop across the street. Seele rushed to the window only in time to hear the man bark out a harsh command. The elf dived back behind cover as two quarrels shot through the destroyed window, deflecting off the stone ceiling to drill into the wooden floor, quivering. Muttering curses under his breath, Seele peeked over the cracked windowsill in time to see the wizard cast another Blink spell, reappearing on a different rooftop further down the street. “Boros! I’m following him! See if you can take care of the crossbowmen! I’ll stay on his tail! Follow from the streets” Seele sheathed his daggers, extending one hand to the original building the man had stood on. The chain shot out of his sleeve again, wrapping around an exposed support beam. Another quarrel shot up from the street below, glancing off of the metal links with no effect. Seele grinned and retracted the chain with a jerk, pulling himself out of the window. His thin frame was carried across the street to skid to a halt on the uneven rooftop, the second archer firing as he flew through the air. The quarrel passed through Seele’s tattered cloak, ripping another hole in the worn fabric, but missing the elf’s flesh by several inches. Hopefully those two are focused enough on me that he can take care of them quickly… Seele stood, holding his side with his other hand. The force of the Gale spell had bruised his ribs, but nothing was broken. He could still pursue this insolent wizard who had hurt him. As for his master… I have a different plan in mind. Edited by Seele, Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:13 pm.
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| Fixitt | Sun Jun 19, 2011 3:21 am Post #18 |
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Boros rushed to the window, jumping out, it was a ten foot drop, he relied on his reflexes to land into a roll, he felt minor pain in his back, he took the fall better then he had hoped. Leaped up from his roll he rushed the first crossbowman, ducking just before he could fire, he felt the air split as the quarrel went just over his head. Before he could reload he grabbed the crossbow, shoving it up, using his free hand to grab the man by the shoulder, twisting him around just in time, the second crossbowman shot a quarrel directly into his ally's back. He quickly broke the man's arm, tossing him aside, rushing in low he quickly tackles the second crossbowman. He slams him against the ground, he aims his crossbow and shoots it, directly into Boros' shoulder. He grunts in pain as he delivers a two handed blow directly to his face, the nose was broken and his eyes rolled up into his head, out cold. He ripped the quarrel out of his shoulder, hissing with pain as he does so. He needed to get going, he looked at the rooftops and set off, running with all his might, he made sure to keep Gehrin in his sights at all times. |
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| Seele | Sun Jun 19, 2011 4:21 am Post #19 |
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Seele scrambled over the makeshift rooftops, permanently keeping one of the chains extended to serve as grapple and weapon both. As he leapt over a low chimney, the elf whipped the chain forwards through the air, wrapping the enchanted links around a protruding stone. He pulled with all of his might, using the object as an anchor to throw himself forward. Despite his augmented speed, nothing the elf could do was enough to keep pace with the short-range teleportation spell. He landed in a nimble roll, leaping as soon as he came to his feet in order to land on the next rooftop. The elf’s strength was already flagging, however, and he would undoubtedly run out of stamina before the wizard ran out of magical power. I guess I only have one choice… Seele had noticed the man had a propensity to look over his shoulder before casting the Blink spell, as if he was taunting the elf. Seele waited until the robed figure had looked back once more, his mouth curled in a sardonic smile. The wizard stood on the street below, the nature of his spell allowing him to ascend and descend between the roof and cobbles easily. The sorcerer threw out one hand, gesturing at the elderly human. Dispell Magic! Seele leapt off of the building, casting the exact same moment as the man opened his mouth. "Blink." But the man stayed standing in the street, and a panicked expression crossed his face in the instant before Seele landed in front of him. Seele lashed out blindly, catching the wizard across the chest with the black chain, ripping the man’s cloak. The man staggered backwards, his hands going to the torn fabric, but his eyes stayed focused on Seele. The air around the two suddenly grew cold, and the elf could hear a roaring in his ears. The old man reacted before the elf, casting his next spell too quickly to counter. "Lightning Storm!" The street lit up like day as bolts of pure energy lanced down from the heavens. Thunder crackled so loudly that the street seemed to shake. The old wizard threw his arms in front of his face, obviously too close to the epicenter of the spell. A minute later, when the fierce rain of electricity had dampened, he was able to open his eyes once more. One crumpled body laid prone in the street. Seele had obviously been struck by multiple bolts, his skin blackened and oozing from the storm’s fury. One bolt had struck him in the head, leaving his face an unrecognizable, puffy mess running with blood. He still breathed shallowly, but was clearly in no condition to pursue the wizard further. The sickly sweet scent of burnt flesh filled the street. He spat on the street and turned, quickly walking away from the blackened patch of street and mangled bodies. As soon as he rounded a corner the corpses flickered before disappearing altogether. Seele was sitting down in the middle of the street just outside of the range of the lightning storm. His skin was paler than normal from exertion, with sweat dripping down his face. Even the elf’s lightning reflexes had not been sufficient to completely avoid the conjured tempest. Seele’s right sleeve had been burned off, and his skin showed a long, crooked burn that started at his bicep and stretched down to his wrist. The skin around the open would was blackened and cracked, red blood oozing from the seared flesh. Otherwise he was unharmed; immediately after escaping the vicinity of the spell, he had cast Major Illusion to hide his own presence and make it appear as if he had been mortally injured. He stood slowly, wincing as he moved the wounded limb. Boros rounded the corner as Seele peered around the corner to make sure the wizard was still visible, grim determination etched in his features. “We’ll have him soon, seer. He thinks I am dead. He does not expect further pursuit.” Seele’s voice was vacant of friendliness now, replaced with a cool, detached monotone. He leaned against a nearby building, resting his forehead against the cool stone. He watched with his spelled vision as the wizard furtively checked his surroundings before entering a small, nondescript entryway. It seemed to be the door of a warehouse of some kind. Seele turned to the seer, his golden eyes hard in the gloom. “What say you, Boros? Are you with me? Will you help preserve the balance in this city?” Edited by Seele, Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:15 pm.
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| Fixitt | Sun Jun 19, 2011 4:58 am Post #20 |
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Boros immediately noticed a change in his voice... but he didn't care, the enemy used a spell that damaged the area, causing imbalance and strife, "I will help you clear out the scum." He followed Seele to the warehouse, Boros went to the door first, pushing the doors open, he didn't miss a step, as soon as he could get in, he was in and sending an elbow into an armed guard's chest. He quickly clapped his hands on his head, "Spark" he shocked the man's head, his hair burning as he drops the unconcious body. He turned to look at the rest of the men... bad idea, he couldn't get a good count off, he just dove into the next man, smashing his side with a quick kick, then leaping forward, landing in a roll, he quickly pops up, punching twice at the next man. Two quick jabs, one to the throat and the other to the nose. He wasn't out cold, but he was distracted for the time being. Boros quickly took stock of his surroundings, an old table, they probably used it for games or something, a set of stairs in the back leading up, and another set leading underground. Random boxes and crates were sprawled around the area. Boros took this into note, leaping onto the top of the nearest box, he quickly leaps over one man, doing a flying kick into the chest of another. Boros landed on his back, but quickly stood back up, he looked around, only ten men were in this room with him, more were probably coming though, he would need to end this quickly. |
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| Seele | Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:24 pm Post #21 |
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Seele reached underneath his cloak as they approached the warehouse entrance. After fumbling with catches for a moment the sorcerer pulled out a wicked looking scythe. The entire weapon was crafted from a matte black metal, with a shaft almost as long as Seele was tall. One end of the weapon had a cruel point; the other side was topped by a twisted, razor-sharp blade. Runes were deeply etched into the blade, and the surface of the metal seemed to shimmer with an unnatural glow. Despite his wounded arm and shoulder, he still spun the weapon gracefully, the blade whirling around his body. The weapon seemed to hum as it cut through the air. Thanatos… You will drink your fill tonight. The elf shook his head at Boros’ foolhardiness, but followed the man through the door anyway. He moved the opposite direction of the seer, slashing the weapon so fast it was a mere blur. The guard on this side of the door toppled, his head rolling in a different direction from the rest of his body. Seele ignored the other guards for now, instead scanning the warehouse for the cloaked figure. The large building was mainly empty, with a few construction supplies in one corner near the entrance. Boxes and tables were scattered around the rest of the room. In the opposite corner, there was a staircase that seemed to lead up into an adjacent building. The wizard stood on this staircase, looking towards the entrance in shock. Seele’s eyes burned with malice as he pointed the shaft of Thanatos at the wizard, the air around him darkening as he cast one of his most potent shadow spells. Enervation! Dark power coalesced around the length of the scythe, crackling along the metal. A beam of the pure negative energy shot from the point, moving across the warehouse with unavoidable speed and slamming into the wizard’s frame. He cried out in agony as dark power surged through his body, bypassing any physical or magical defense to attack the man’s life force directly. He opened his mouth to scream out again, but no sound emerged. Instead, his knees slowly folded, his still body tumbling down the stairs like a broken doll. Seele grinned mirthlessly, glowing golden eyes seeking out his next opponent. From what the elf could see, they were still outnumbered. At least ten guards remained, scrambling for weapons to deal with the unexpected intruders. Seele leapt towards the nearest man, who had already managed to draw his short sword. Seele jumped up, bringing his full body weight down in order to empower his blow. His wounded arm hurt horribly, but the elf was accustomed to pain, and the nature of the wound did not overly encumber his movements. The dark metal scraped along the sword’s steel with an eerie screech, causing the guard to wince. Seele lashed out with one foot, his heel slamming into the toe of the man’s boot. Although the thick leather protected the digits from breaking, the guard still stifled a cry of pain and took a step back. Seele pressed the advantage, using the entire length of the weapon to assault the guard’s defenses. The shaft would be almost useless to strike with on a normal scythe, but the demonic metal meant that even a glancing blow could cause bruises. The guard’s skill with a sword was evident from how long he managed to keep the elf at bay; however, Seele soon managed to hook the curved blade of the scythe around the man’s sword, yanking the steel from his hands. Before the guard could recover he twirled Thanatos and stabbed the spiked end into the man’s stomach as if it were a lance. Seele twisted the weapon as it pierced the man’s innards, wrecking his internal organs beyond repair before ripping the scythe out in a spray of viscera. The elf eyed the rest of his opponents, holding the scythe in a diagonal guard that protected his body from his left shoulder to his right knee, the curved blade ready to strike in an instant. “Come now, little ones… At least make it a challenge…” Edited by Seele, Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:16 pm.
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| Fixitt | Mon Jun 20, 2011 3:25 am Post #22 |
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Boros moved quickly, ducking a slash as he sends a right hook into his assailant's side, followed by a rapid left uppercut, he could feel the crunch of breaking teeth as his fist connected. He moved to the next one, bobbing to the side to dodge a downward slash at his arm, as he starts to spring back into position he brings his fist up into his stomach, followed by a left chopping blow to his temple. He felt the stinging sensation of a glancing blow, he turned to the side to see a man licking the tip of his blade. Boros put up his fists and waited for him to attack. The man charges forward, slashing at his chest, Boros quickly hops back, he needed to get in close to make the range of his longsword inefficient. He dodged the next few swings, all of them slowly rising up on his body, Boros felt good about the next attack, if he was correct the swordsman was slowly aiming for his neck... 'Time for a counter attack,' he thought as he rushed forward, the swing aiming at his neck. He easily ducked the blade, using his momentum to bring both hands up, palms flat into his chest, "Sparks come." His hands set off a small electric burst, shocking the man, he turned his attention to the next, he could feel his fatigue rising, he wouldn't be able to fight like this for long. |
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| Seele | Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:22 am Post #23 |
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Thanatos easily sliced through a leather tabard, eviscerating the man in one blow. The guard had managed to score a single wound on the elf, and blood flowed freely from the deep gash on his cheek. Seele grabbed the man’s hair, spinning him around and wrapping one thin arm around the dying man’s neck. He fell backward as an arrow sprouted from the man’s sternum, clearly intended for the elf instead. A quick glance to the left revealed that Boros was also struggling to deal with the influx of foes. I should have let the seer charge in here by himself and waited for the aftermath… Seele felt his human shield shudder as he breathed his last, dying from the combination of the scythe wound and arrow. The enchanted chain slid of the elf’s sleeve, wrapping around the corpse in order to keep it upright and functioning as a shield. Seele felt the body jerk as another arrow slammed into the dead guard, its feathery shaft protruding from his chest. When it had been a melee contest, the elf could have held his ground long enough to at least escape. Now, however, the number of guards made it impossible for him to fight or flee freely. He doubted he even had time for a simple incantation. His golden eyes shot back and forth across the warehouse as he searched for an alternative escape route. “STOP! That’s enough.” The heavily-accented voice sounded out from the door at the top of the staircase. Seele focused on the balcony, although he did not lower his guard. The guard’s corpse hung in between the sorcerer and the remaining guards like a marionette with its strings cut, blood pooling beneath its hanging feet. An incredibly obese man stood on the top stair. He was dressed in a flowing silk robe that was dyed an expensive shade of bright blue. The sash at his waist seemed to barely restrain the rolls of fat, and the mere fact that he stood under his own weight was a miracle. His jowls quivered in indignation, and beady eyes stared at the intruders with thinly-veiled malevolence. His thick earlobes were pierced with thick rubies, and numerous rings glimmered on his sausage-like fingers. “I think that enough of my men have died this evening, you craven murderers.” Two more guards stood with the man, both carrying heavy shields. They were obviously meant to protect the beached whale against the invaders, and Seele could detect they were enchanted to protect against magic as well. Seele barely managed to restrain a joyous grin. This man reeked of wealth and opulence... and clearly possessed more than enough riches to fund this entire project. Finally, his true target had appeared. Before he could act on this information, the man spoke again. “You two stand no chance. Even now, I have more men I who are on their way to this location. You’re already dead.” The thickset eyes stared at Seele for a moment before moving to Boros. “You, the human one… You seem like a man who will listen to reason. I find myself in need of more guards. Help my men kill the elf, and I’ll graciously forgive your transgressions… He seems rather dangerous, and pointy-eared inferiors need to learn their place.” The man clasped his hands together with a meaty slap, staring at Boros. “I can even reward you for your assistance. I have gold to spare, boy. You don’t want to die today, do you?” Seele ‘s fingers tightened on the shaft of the scythe. In addition the two guards who accompanied the benefactor, six of the original men remained. Two of them had drawn shortbows, and both had arrows held to the string. The elf knew that his shield of flesh and quick reflexes were not sufficient to get out of this situation easily. Adding Boros to the list of enemies would make it nearly impossible to escape. Let’s hope he’s more concerned with his precious balance than riches… Seele began to gather dark power to cast another spell during the pause in combat, warily waiting for the seer’s answer. |
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| Fixitt | Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:32 am Post #24 |
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Boros realized an easy deception right off the bat, he lowered his guard and fists, walking slowly around the room, he needed to get towards the archers, "Your offer strikes me as more beneficial then bringing you down... you say I will die here to... this is most intriguing, for you see, I'm a Seer... and I am far from human." He quickly side steps, leaping onto the the table and leaping off it, tackling an archer, he quickly grabbed his head and bashed it into the solid ground, he saw blood pooling as he heard the twang of a bow string, an arrow nicking his shoulder, he had gotten lucky. He quickly got up, ripping the bow out of the man's hands as he throws two quick jabs into his face with his left hand just before stepping in closer, slamming his right fist square into his chin, a loud crack emanates from the man's jaw. "For you see... it doesn't matter if I am human or elven, all races are the same, you must die for your imbalanced racism." He quickly dashes at another guard, bobbing to the side of a thrust as he brings his left palm slamming into the enemy's right temple, stunning him as he grab's the man's head, slamming it against the corner of the table. He looked up at the fat man, his eyes uncaring for his exist, he would kill this man before the day is over. |
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| Seele | Tue Jun 21, 2011 1:10 am Post #25 |
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Seele grinned at the seer’s response. He gestured, willing the chain to hurl the guard’s corpse at another guard who was still on his feet. That man fell beneath his slain comrades’ weight, leaving omly six guards and the seer on the warehouse floor. Luck would have it that four of them were surrounding the seer, while only two remained near Seele. The elf dove towards the nearest, engaging the man with the scythe’s wicked blade. The other guard rushed at the sorcerer’s back, axe raised. Seele paid no attention to the foe at his back as he assailed the other man’s defenses. He waited until the footsteps were within striking distance before springing his trap. “Muginn!” The first enchanted fighting knife unsheathed itself and flew towards the guard, slicing through Seele’s cloak to catch the guard completely unawares. The enchanted knife caught the axe in its downward stroke, parrying the weapon moments before it split open the elf’s skull. “Huginn!” The second knife also flew out of his cloak, striking at the guard’s vitals. He managed to dislodge his weapon from the enchanted blade, using the flat of the axe to block the second weapon, but by then the other knife was stabbing at his thigh. Seele continued to slash at the first opponent with his scythe, allowing the enchanted daggers to battle the foe at his back. Although the enchantment only lasted for thirty seconds, that was more than enough time. They whirled around the man and attacked from angles that would be impossible for a human opponent, shredding his leather armor and helm. With only half of the allotted time spent, Muginn found the guard’s throat, slashing it open. The guard battling Seele blanched as he watched his comrade fall, blood oozing from the deep wound. The elf caught the man’s longsword on his scythe blade, holding the weapon in place. Huginn rocketed up underneath the man’s guard, stabbing into the unprotected region of the man’s armpit. The blade thrust deeply, piercing the guard’s lung, causing his body to spasm. Seele shifted his grip on the scythe, easily pulling the blade from his opponent’s grip. He let go of the shaft with his right hand and grabbed Hugin’s hilt, pushing the knife deeper into the man’s chest. He cruelly twisted the blade, tearing an agonized scream from the guard’s throat. Seele ripped the fighting knife back out of the body, both the steel and his hand coated in blood. He glared at the obese man with his golden eyes before turning back to Boros and the four remaining guards. Luckily for him, they were all within ten feet of each other. Seele pointed the knife at the center of their formation, a small sneer on his face. Globe of Darkness. A tiny pinprick of black formed where Seele had focused, barely larger than a pea. It rapidly expanded, growing exponentially larger in moments. The magical darkness engulfed all four of the guards, as well as the seer, blanketing them in shadows and effectively rendering them blind. Your usefulness is almost at an end, Boros… Maybe the guards will do me a favor and end you in the dark. He allowed the spell to grow to its full diameter, completely eclipsing a ten foot wide sphere in the center of the warehouse. Seele’s battle with the last guard he had killed had also positioned him so that the spell was between the elf and the obese man, obscuring him from their sight. The sorcerer moved quickly, tucking Thanatos under one arm and sheathing Huginn so both his hands were free. He left Muginn protruding from the dead man’s throat, knowing time was of the essence. His thin fingers were a blur as he twisted the digits into complicated hand signals, calling on his magic once more. The constant spellcasting was beginning to take its toll on the elf, and he knew he only had one more spell left after this one, if he was lucky. Major Illusion! Seele wove the magic around himself, his forehead wrinkling with the strain. He first used the illusion spell to make himself invisible, projecting an image around himself that suggested his position in the warehouse was unoccupied. The next step was to create a duplicate of himself. The doppelganger appeared to sprint past the Globe of Darkness, into the line of vision of the obese man and his two guards. Instead of charging them, the illusion shook its head mournfully and continued on its path, bursting out of the warehouse door. They shouted out, but no reinforcements had arrived yet, and there was nothing that could be done to stop his “escape.” Seele slowly began to walk towards the staircase, making sure his path avoided the magical shadows. He maintained the illusion around himself, although it was much more draining than a typical invisibility spell, and forced the elf to walk at a gratingly slow pace. However, it accomplished the desired effect; to the obese man, it seemed as if Seele had fled, and that would be the only conclusion that Boros could reach as soon as he emerged from the area affected by the arcane darkness. If he survives being trapped in an enclosed space with four armed men who find themselves completely blind… |
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| Fixitt | Tue Jun 21, 2011 3:42 am Post #26 |
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Boros could hardly believe it, the darkness that overcame his eyes startled him for a moment, though he could still easily hear the others, mostly yelling about the darkness... the fools have given themselves away. He quickly ran in a direction he could clearly hear one, though instead of attacking him he bowls right over him, sending him sprawling across the darkness. He ran straight ahead, exiting the darkness he looked around, Gehrin was no where to be seen. He cursed the coward for running, he would have to finish this job himself. He quickly made for the stairs, running up them as he made way straight for the fat man. He felt something hit his shoulder, he looked around, nothing. He didn't have time to question what hit his shoulder though, he needed to get to the fat man right away. He charged his guards, slamming a fist into his shield. He felt the pain in his knuckles from punching the shield, he would have to counter attack instead of his normal head on assault. He didn't even need to wait for an attack, the man swung his shield at him, forcing Boros to back off just as the enemy brought forth a blade, thrusting it at his chest. Boros cursed himself for not seeing this coming, he quickly side stepping, the edge of the blade slicing open his side a bit. He quickly grabbed the sword arm, stepping forward he grabs the man by the throat, kicking his legs out from beneath him as he tosses him towards the railing, plummeting him into the orb of darkness. The second shield bearer ran at Boros, slashing at his open wound, hoping to exploit his weakness no doubt, Boros quickly stepping in, slamming a palm into the man's chin, he felt something give in the man's jaw as he quickly let out a straight right punch, another audible crack, the enemy seems to have regained his senses though, he raises his shield and positions his blade to thrust, quickly stabbing at Boros, forcing him back towards the stairs. Boros quickly back stepped until he was at the beginning of the stairs. Once more he ducked the attack, bringing his palm up into his jaw, his eyes widen as his jaw finally shatters. Boros quickly decided to not take any chances... he quickly grabbed his shoulders, and falls backwards, arcing his back so he seems to roll as he brings his foot up to kick the man from the grab, over his body and down the stairs. Now, all that was left was the fat man. |
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| Seele | Tue Jun 21, 2011 4:56 am Post #27 |
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((OOC: For anyone besides Boros reading this, I have gotten his permission via PM for Seele's kick to connect. Please do not chastise me for this. Not for this.)) The fat man’s expression was full of righteous indignation at first, but that started to change as Boros cleaned out the remaining guards. By the time the seer had engaged his two shield-wielding henchmen, his face was nervous. When the first had fallen, his expression had drooped significantly. When his last line of defense fell, his jowls were quivering with fear. He took a ponderous step backwards, raising one meaty arm as if he could hold back the seer. “W-Wait! I… I’m one of t… the richest men in Taras! On the en-entire Moonsea! I can pay you m-more gold than you c… can imagine!” He retreated another step back. His thick face was completely bloodless, and rivulets of sweat plastered his lank black hair to his skin. “P… please don’t hurt me… I only wanted t-to entertain the people…” There were two heavy clunks as chains wrapped around the edge of the staircase. The obese man barely had time to respond before Seele was hauling himself up to the balcony, eyes glimmering with magic and malevolence. He held Thanatos in one hand and Huginn in the other; both of the blades were red with blood, gore dripping from the edges. “Wait, Boros…” Although Seele’s demeanor had changed drastically, his voice was still friendly and seemingly trustworthy. “I want to hear his deluded plans…” Seele turned back to the bloated man, but he held the shaft of the scythe across the staircase so that Boros could not reach their victim. The man had fallen to his knees when Seele hoisted himself onto the platform in from of him, eyes wide with pure terror at the elf’s bestial appearance. However, he seemed to draw some reassurance from the sorcerer’s words.He began to speak so quickly that he stumbled over the words, stammering in his rush to explain. “People need a-a reason to return to T…Taras! And I though t-t-the Arena would be the per… perfect opportunity! But n-none of the o-o-old fighters want to return to a… a cursed city!” He wiped at his face with shaking hands, utterly failing to wipe away the thick layer of sweat on his brow. “I-I deal in a w… wide variety of items across the s-sea! One of t-those items are s…s…slaves. I though… I thought if I b-built some fighting pi… pits I could pull co-co-commerce back into the city!” He continued on, as if he couldn’t stop the explanation now that he’d started. “Sl… slave fighters don’t need to be p-p-p-paid… Just like the builders! All of th… that revenue could help me re-rebuild more of the city! I… I only wanted to help!” Seele listened with growing interest, marveling at the audacity of the slaver’s plan. Slavery had been frowned upon in Taras before its cataclysmic fall, but never expressly forbidden. The elf had fought in the Arena before, and knew that such bloody games were a huge attraction for many of the myriad races of Imythess. This venture… It’s a veritable gold mine! Seele’s sharp mind was already tackling the huge amount of procedural and practical safeguards that would be necessary for such an endeavor to succeed. It could not be limited to just slave fighters, of course… The fighting pits would need heroes too, and it was hard to make a hero of a man in shackles. Slaves could be forced to battle each other, but also monsters from across the realm, and any man or woman brave enough to enter. Seele’s mind raced at the possibilities. By this time Boros had reached the top of the stairs, his path blocked only by the elf’s blade. Seele glanced at the seer for an instant before returning his attention to the prostrate slaver. “Nice idea. I accept your offer." Without changing his expression he pivoted, lashing out with his left foot at Boros’ chest. The blow connected solidly, rocking the seer back. Seele continued the spin, nimbly twirling Huginn’s blade in his left hand. The fat man barely had time to start screaming before the elf stabbed the knife as far as he could into his right eye. The elf released the hilt as the fat man howled, his thick fingers scrabbling at the blood-slick pommel of the knife. “However, your involvement is no longer required.” Seele’s voice was completely different, as if it had been transformed by magic. It was cold and smooth, with an undercurrent of malicious venom that was impossible to miss. He hooked the blade of Thanatos on the dagger’s crossguard, using it like a lever to pry the weapon from the man’s skull. The slaver flopped to the ground with a crash befitting his immense girth, sobbing and clutching at his eye in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. Ignoring his pitiful cries entirely, Seele turned to face Boros. “Ah, little one, you were a prime piece in this game. A knight, maybe even a rook. Your performance was wonderful.” Seele absentmindedly wiped the gore off of the dagger’s steel before he sheathed it in the folds of his sash, both hands gripping the shaft of his scythe once more. His feigned friendly nature had evaporated entirely; his golden eyes promised only violence and death as he stared at Boros. “And for your usefulness, I give you a present. Leave now, and I will allow you to leave with the greatest gift possible: your life!” He ran one finger along the curved blade of the scythe, collecting a film of thick blood on the his fingertip. He slowly, almost tenderly, raised the digit to his thin lips and deliberately licked the blood off. “However, your attendance in these proceedings is now rather antiquated. And if you do not leave, I will force you to.” Seele smiled disarmingly, but there was a hint of psychotic exuberance reflected in his eyes. The elf called upon his last reserves of arcane power to silently cast one last spell. Dark Regeneration. As the seer watched the elf’s wounds healed, closing as if they had never existed. The spell left Seele with shiny patches of new skin on his cheek, shoulder, and arm where he had been injured. “In pieces, if need be. Go protect your precious balance somewhere else, little one. It is no longer needed here.” Edited by Seele, Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:18 pm.
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| Fixitt | Tue Jun 21, 2011 4:02 pm Post #28 |
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Boros coughed and gasped for air for a few seconds, his mind was flooded with ways to already kill his adversary... but he knew it was pointless, the man seemed to have extremely strong magic, had no injuries, and worst of all he was a strong fighter, his chances to winning were to slim to try, at least against the guardsmen he knew he had more skill and speed, but against him... Gehrin was probably slower and weaker, though he couldn't get around the magic, sometimes it is better to retreat to correct the balance at a later date. Boros stood up and began walking down the stairs, "I can't win right now Gehrin, but I will be back to stop your arena, I will destroy it from the inside if I have to." He walked calmly out the door, not looking back, he needed to tend his wounds and get some rest, all the running and fighter tired him out. He would see Gehrin once his own wounds had healed and his skills improved. |
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| Seele | Tue Jun 21, 2011 4:20 pm Post #29 |
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Seele cocked his head to one side at the seer's threat. "Oh, Ouroboros. You'll rue those words when I burn your body into a hollow corpse and tear your soul from the maimed husk." Still, the elf did not move as the man departed, although his entire being screamed that he should end the seer's threat immediately. Instead, he turned to the dying slaver, poking at the man's frame with the spiked end of Thanatos. The man did not respond. Although he was still breathing, each gasp of air was shallow and seemed to rattle in his throat. The elf had intended to slay the thickset man in a single blow, but somehow he had barely survived the grievous wound. Seele laid one foot on the base of the slaver's skull, pressing his face flat against the floorboards. With a dispassionate expression he raised the scythe with both hands, fingers clutching the black metal tightly. "Return to darkness, now." The blade whistled through the air, barely slowing as it pierced the folds of fat around his neck and severed the man's spine. His body jerked once, then was still. Seele removed his foot from the opulent corpse, scraping the boot along the man's fine robe to wipe off the blood that had stained his footwear. Without a look back at the corpse, the elf walked into the doorway at the crest of the staircase, humming softly to himself. Several hours later he walked back out of the door, stretching languidly. This endeavor had yielded so much more than the elf had dared possible. Inside the office he had found construction plans, contract information, lists of officials to be bribed, land deeds, and so much more. Most importantly, there had been several chests filled with gold for immediate spending, as well as the key to vaults spread across Imythess in secure locations. The reinforcements had showed up eventually, but nothing was more pliable than a mercenary whose employer was dead. Seele had been generous with his stolen gold, and each of the men had been given one of the numerous rings off of the fat slaver's thick fingers. Seele had collected the rest, as well as the man's identity documents. He now had everything he needed to take over construction of the slave pits. The workers themselves were already slaves disguised as refugees, and the beaters surrounding the site served to keep the slaves corralled instead of guarding against trespassers. The elf's takeover of the project would barely be noticed. He would kill anyone who objected. The Seele looked around the barren warehouse, golden eyes narrowed thoughtfully. It was truly the scene of a massacre. Bodies were scattered across the floor, blood pooling from the corpses. The few guards who had survived the onslaught had fled upon recovering, probably to get their wounds treated. Seele had no more use for this place; its usefulness as a base of operations had been compromised. He would remove the necessary documents from the office, and then he would torch the entire building. After all, the entire city of Taras had been destroyed. Who would notice another smoking crater in the ruins? Seele grinned as he returned to his work. Edited by Seele, Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:19 pm.
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