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| Infiltration of a White Castle.; [P] Fysen ~ Pandora | |
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| Leverit | Tue Dec 6, 2011 10:46 pm Post #1 |
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Fysen let a lithe hand quickly brush through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. A battle was waging recklessly since a giant castle anchored itself to the city, and Fysen - having just navigated to the city by chance - saw the flyers posted all over the city to fight this new menace. Having never been one to brazenly obey orders to fight, Fysen was nonetheless intrigued by the matters at hand. It wasn't every day that a city was attacked. Though he honestly didn't know much about the whole thing. He made his way towards what seemed to be the front lines of the battle. The sight he came upon struck him with an overpowering awe. A large dragon seemed to be leading a massive army of golems and warriors the likes of which Fysen had never witnessed. Curious on the matter of what this city had to offer, and why such a siege would be laid, Fysen scoped for a way to head into the anchered building, hoping to find someone who could give him answers. Perhaps there was something they knew that he didn't. After all, what could be a better incentive than more trinkets for his hoard, or perhaps infallible facts to kick off his data banks of information he wanted to start forming? But this isn't something he'd want to do alone. Having someone to have his back would be invaluable, and placing the blame or having a decent meat shield could be life saving. The only question that remained was: who? |
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| J'hael | Wed Dec 7, 2011 1:57 am Post #2 |
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J'hael entered the city of Striberg. She had been hired to fight to save the mages that were striving to save their once peaceful land. There were rumors of a White Queen that was all powerful. She wanted the city to surrender for her nefarious plans, but J'hael did not think the occupants of the small city would relinquish their land that easily. A branch of the Academy of Magic was here and the head mages were surely prepared for a breach. At the head of the warriors was a Northern Dragon. She had already caught sight of this dragon and he was clad completely in white armor. He was thick skinned and she knew from previous experience with all the species of dragons that he could produce his own heat and keep snow and water out. The dragon was splended in color. His scales were a range of silver, grey, blue, and whites. From the poster, she saw he was ancient which probably put him at nearly two to three thousand years old. He had probably seen so many battles in his time that this was a mere common take down. But J'hael would not allow that to be so. Even if she could not get to him, she would kill some of his minions. She pulled out her longsword that had a single inscription carved into the hilt, "Oloth zhah tuth abbil lueth ogglin", in Drow. In English it meant simply, "Darkness is both friend and enemy". A true incentive for a warrior such as herself. She might be neutrally good, but staying to the darkness was always a good plan. She pulled her cloak up over her head, trying to hide her bright, silver eyes. They were an immediate give away to her race and she knew it would give away which side she was fighting on. Half human, half drow would never be caught fighting on the side of evil. Although she knew many mercs that would fight for gold regardless of their species. J'hael raced around the majority of the battle, encountering only a few humans that she easily sliced down. Her goal was one of the bridges leading to the castle. Her poster had warned her that while the head mages of the academy had made it where the White Queen could not affect the battle outside the castle but inside, she reigned with full power. It would be difficult to obtain the information needed to stop her, but J'hael knew the gold would be worth it. Also the simple satisfaction of saving a city in need plus the feeling of the battle, hearing the battle cries, made her adrenaline rush. She licked her lips in anticipation and caught up to more evil warriors, whipping her sword blade from side to side, blood splattering every where except on her. Edited by J'hael, Wed Dec 7, 2011 2:02 am.
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| Leverit | Wed Dec 7, 2011 2:49 am Post #3 |
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Fysen remained surprisingly unscathed as he stood on the sidelines. All the warriors' instincts told them to find threats and eliminate them, and, after all, Fysen was currently no threat. Heck, he was barely moving as it was, but rather just watching idly as he thought deeply about what his next move should be, and what courses of action may present themselves throughout his escapade. Which is when he noticed one fighter in particular, weaving through combat as a breeze does through trees. This smooth-moving figure was hooded, and twirled with her blade as if dancing to a lethal beat. She managed to avoid most of the battle, and quickly fell any who stood in her way. "But where is she going with such purpose?" Fysen asked himself, keen eyes now pinned to this warrior. A bridge. One formed of ice colder than death, and seemingly as inevitable. The bridge she seemed to be making her way toward was one of the smallest, but thusly also one of the worst guarded. Several apparent guards were fending off stray fighters that made their way onto the bridge, splattering the ground in blood that quickly froze, giving the already bleak colour scheme an even more sinister motif. The great white Northern Dragon then unleashed a horrendous roar, and distracted Fysen's gaze from the warrior. Looking up, he saw the great beast let loose a horrible blast from his mouth, causing tremendous damage in an absurdly short amount of time. The blast had hit a few hundred feet from Fysen, and it didn't seem that the battle would wane or surge any time soon, so he quickly turned his attention back to the bridge the graceful warrior was seemingly heading towards. If there were ever a time to act, it would probably be now, and Fysen knew this. Breaking in to an eased sprint, Fysen made his way toward the bridge, his quarterstaff at the ready to trip any fighters that may approach him. With a few dodges of stray sword swings and careful maneuvering around errant spells, Fysen managed to make it to the mouth of the bridge without any actual physical altercation. On the bridge, however, he saw a guardian coming toward his spot, and rather quickly. With a quick though, Fysen ran toward the guard, and vaulted with his quarterstaff onto the guards shoulder, and proceeded to rip his helm from his head and bash at his skull. Unfortunately, a lucky axe strike grazed his arm, and a large, albeit superficial, gash started oozing red. The guard fell easily enough, and Fysen quickly made a motion of his hands and sealed the wound. He turned his gaze back toward where he projected his potential ally to be, and spotted her. Now to just get her attention and attempt to convey that he wanted to infiltrate the castle and find the White Queen. |
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| J'hael | Wed Dec 7, 2011 4:47 am Post #4 |
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Keeping her silver eyes pinned or possible allies, she spotted movement coming towards the same bridge she was on. This figure was different from the others in that he was swift, much more than the others lumbering about. He seemed to be against the Queen, but that did not mean he was on her side. He could be hired like herself and would not allow anything, including J'hael, to get in the way. As she spun around to face him, her hood feel down around her shoulders. Her grayish, silver hair was evident along with her darkly tanned skin. She did not have time to fix it as more fighters spotted her. Although far from exhaustion, her sword arm was starting to weary. She changed arms and flipped the sword over and over a few times, simultaneously cleaning it of blood and loosening her left arm. She was strong enough to use the sword one handed and one day she would purchase a shield. Currently, she was running low on gold and having purchased a new Drow sword recently and spending a mint making the trip to Striberg. She did not have the magic or a horse to travel long distance so she had to pay in gold for trips on the back of other people's horses and other animals. It'd been a long trip, but she had waited a day before getting started. It was cold weather in the Northern Reaches. Also hard to get to. That was why she was going to be happy about getting that gold. She really needed it. She had a lot she needed to purchase for future jobs. It was then that she heard the mighty, loud roar of the dragon. He froze everyone around him regardless of what side they were on. She saw a wound spreading from the enormous dragon and she figured that what what had set him off. Once again her attention was directed to the blur of a figure with his staff at the ready. He easily maneuvered everyone around him. She knew then that he was the spy she needed. J'hael could be the muscle and this figure the swift spy. She let out a yelp as she watched the man was grazed by an axe. She had no healing spells nor knew how to handle bandages. She let out a deep breath when he healed himself. She knew that spell could come in handy. This was definitely the partner she needed! At that moment he looked at her and she at him. She gave him a big, winning smile and started fighting her way over to him. She slashed and gashed the guardians in her way. Finally she made it next to him. "Vendui'! Do you speak drow, tagnik'zur? You are dragon, yes? I need an abban, you say...ally. I think we are on the same suul, side. Together we can inflitrate this castle. Together we har'luth!" She hoped this speech would convince him to be on her side. She thought he had seen her fight and she knew she was a great warrior. Also she had been told she was ssin'lim, beautiful. [OOC: I'm a little distracted by this movie playing so this wasn't the best post. Sorry!] |
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| Leverit | Wed Dec 7, 2011 11:03 pm Post #5 |
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"Vendui'! Do you speak drow, tagnik'zur? You are dragon, yes? I need an abban, you say...ally. I think we are on the same suul, side. Together we can inflitrate this castle. Together we har'luth!" Fysen blinked a few times, a small scowl coming across his face. His ability to read lips was about as good as anyone who could listen, he just needed to pay attention to their mouth. But this...drow. She used words Fysen didn't recognize. Her lips formed in ways that he was completely unfamiliar with, so he wasn't sure exactly what she was saying. Her smile, however, showed intent: friendliness. Or deceit and sadism, he wasn't entirely sure. Together, she had said. Yes, that's exactly what Fysen was hoping for. He lifted the front of his tunic, showing his torso from his clavicle down. His smooth, tanned skin transitioned into dark green scales around the top of his stomach in an upside-down V manner, starting at a single point in the center of his chest and gradually widening the lower they went, until they circled more than half way around him, starting down his back by the time they were at his waist. His speech was slurred and difficult, his volume modeartely inappropriate for the chaos that surrounded them, but he asked anyway, "Noticed? I'm surprised. I don't talk well. I like gestures. I can't hear." He pointed to his ears and shook his head. Not many would be able to discern his heritage just by the odd shape of his ears and the shape of his pupils, but somehow she had managed just that. He pointed to the guard that lay slain on the ground, his head thoroughly based in, then to his axe, and to his arm, where there was a gash in his shirt that was stained with blood. "I help. I heal. Dangerous inside. Together." He pointed to the castle that towered above them. Fysen knew very little about the White Queen. Heck, he didn't even know the person he was looking for was known to anyone, let alone that it was a woman that had total control inside her castle. All Fysen knew was that there would indubitably be someone in charge, and that if he wanted to procure anything out of this escapade, it'd be with or known by that leader. So Fysen turned, and headed down the bridge, no longer looking to see if the warrior was talking. She was smart, and she should know to get his attention if she wanted to communicate, but as it stood, it was no more time for talking, and time to infiltrate this White Castle. |
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| J'hael | Thu Dec 8, 2011 7:27 pm Post #6 |
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J'hael tilted her head to the left side. Apparently she had chosen an ally that was unable to hear! She had not encountered such an individual before in all her years. Many could not speak, what with the punishment for treason and treachery being the loss of your tongue, but this half-ling had ears still. She wondered why he could not hear and thought it pressing to ask. She needed to know, in case it would cause them future concern. Before she could inquire though, he was off walking ahead of her. She cursed in drow and ran after him. She did not want to surprise him by tapping his shoulder, so instead she rain in front of him and stood in his way. This time, she made sure to slow down her words and to enunciate. She also used a more common tongue that she only spoke moderately well, referred to as English. "Need..to know..why..not hear?" She pointed to her pointy tipped ears and wiggled them. She knew it would look amusing, but she needed to get her point across. This was an important matter and they did not have time to waste. Guards were streaming out of the castle, towards them. She ignored them though since they still had a ways to go to reach them. "Important. Need..ally..watch..behind me. Hear around..we..both", she exclaimed while waving her hands about. She needed that information about the Queen to make the gold. It would not be in written word, most likely though, and she could not see how this half-ling could help her. Unless there were maps, which was almost a certainty. If another mercenary had not yet stolen them. J'hael did not necessarily want to gain the attention of the White Queen, although she could see no way around it. Surely the Queen had some sort of main ally that was supplying her with direct information about the battle outside her castle and the surrounding area. She would have to lay out plans to give to the Northern Dragon leading her troops. But she would need magic to conquer the Queen and since this stranger had not used magic to save his own hearing, she guessed he probably did not have the type that would be needed. Reaching into her cloak, she brought out her poster that had written claims about their common enemy. She hoped he could read and pushed it forwards, towards him. "Enemy...White Queen", she pointed at the poster. Then waving towards herself she spoke again. "Ally..J'hael T'tar. Half-Drow and warrior." |
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| Leverit | Sun Dec 11, 2011 8:49 am Post #7 |
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Fysen eyed the poster she presented carefully, reading the tid-bits of information on the White Queen that it yielded. Apparently this was for whom he was searching. "I'm born deaf. Magic doesn't help it. Ally, yes. We will be allies. I want to talk to the White Queen. I'm Fysen. Nice to meet you, Gel Tar." He had completely butchered her name, but that was commonly the case with names for which he hadn't before seen the lip movements. The intensive speech lessons he endured as a child were fine for common speak, but something so specific was almost impossible for Fysen to vocalize without further specific instruction. "I want to learn more." He pointed to the picture of the White Queen and smiled enthusiastically. "You want to talk to her to stop this battle?" Fysen had no intent on attacking the White Queen, should he have no need to, so the idea of her as an enemy was simply in the sense of she was doing something, and those who opposed her actions, such as these two, would consider her an enemy, working against their own interest. Still focused on the conversation they were having, Fysen had no idea that any more guards were approaching, since J'hael completely ignored them, ergo Fysen never receiving the visual queue of her looking away from him at something that required attention. So Fysen continued talking, picking up his staff and giving it a few good swings, demonstrating his adequacy with the piece of wood, as well as gesturing again to his gashed, bloody sleeve, then turned to point towards the entrance to the castle, smiling excitedly at the chance to finally get in there and find the White Queen. He turned back to J'hael as he noticed the guards, who were quickly approaching, and made a face that reeked of serious intent, and nodded firmly. "We will now see how we work as allies." He widened his stance and faced the guards that were approaching, consistently looking back to the woman to see if she had any further words, requests, or directions for him for the coming battle. |
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| J'hael | Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:13 am Post #8 |
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She flinched at how badly he messed her name but knew it was not the time to correct him. He kept looking backwards at him until she took her own battle stance, preparing herself. She hoped he was not a maiden in trouble type of girl since she definitely did not need the help. She normally took lead, but she needed to know what this character could do in battle; how he could help her. When she gave it further thought, she realized she could use him for a shield if necessary. But she had never done something like that before. Sighing, she waited for the enemies to approach. Tapping her foot all the while. She tended to be impatient. Which is why she did not know how it would work between Fysen. She did not like disabilities. It caused trouble. But if he could get through this large group, then he would be able to help her. Finally, the guards reached the two. They came in on the offense, swinging axes, swords, maces, and a wide variety of other weapons at their bodies. They usually aimed for the head, so it was easy to dodge and once she dropped to her feet in a crouch, she was able to slice into their legs, feet, and bellies. She did enough damage to kill without adding to much gore. She had the ability to do so because she truly disliked the sight of organs. A true mercenary could be merciful, if they chose too. She just hoped Fysen could handle his own. She glanced over to see how he was doing. J'hael knew he only had a staff, normally reserved for sorcery, if you knew it, or just plain ole' walking. She thought he could possibly just bash people on the head with it. That would at least knock them down for a bit. But they would just come right back after them. Then she recalled the attack he'd made on the guard in front of the bridge. He was light on his feet and he knew how to think. Yes this man would be okay on his own. She smiled at that thought and turned her head back to her own battle. Cutting down guards and receiving wounds just as well. But none of them were major so she was able to keep moving. Edited by J'hael, Sun Dec 11, 2011 11:18 am.
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| Leverit | Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:26 am Post #9 |
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Sooner than one would hope, the guards were upon them. Having faith in his new ally, brazenly so, he decided that the logical thing to do was to attack the guard on his side. His quarterstaff went from the ready position to a quick jab at the first Guard's face, before moving to sweep the guards feet from under him. With a quick movement, he brought the last few inches of the staff down on the Guard's neck, crushing his trachea - not that Fysen realized this, he just knew it was an effective technique. The guard lie gasping for air, and Fysen turned to face his next opponent...who was already happily swinging his mace at Fysen's chest. With a hard thud, Fysen fell backward, hitting the ground hard, and his quarterstaff bouncing a few feet away. Fysen scrambled toward the stick, narrowly avoiding another large THWACK landing square in the spot he had just vacated. The ice where the mace connected chipped, leaving a large pothole in the bridge. After what seemed like minutes, though it was mere seconds, Fysen had a grasp on his quarterstaff again, and from his spot on the ground, quickly swung it at the mace-wielding guards knees, releasing a sickening crack and a shuddering pop. The guard fell, grasping at his knee, and Fysen proceeded to bash at his hands as the helpless guard struggled, breaking fingers and leaving him crippled. Grabbing the mace from the ground, Fysen quickly switched it to his right hand, holding his quarterstaff with his left, and swung it at the un-helmed head of the guard that was approaching J'hael from behind, loosing anotother sickening crunch as bone gave way to steel. Haveing aided his ally, he promptly dropped the mace, prefering his quarterstaff, and assessed his situation, and J'hael's. |
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| J'hael | Fri Dec 16, 2011 8:38 am Post #10 |
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[OOC: My cat jumped on my keyboard and turned off my computer, killing the reply I had. No lie! Sorry it's taken so long. Christmas coming up has kept me busy.] Watching Fysen battle was similar to witnessing a lion after its prey. There was no hesitation and he was swift and graceful. It seemed to be a natural thing. He went through the men with a force rarely seen from a non-warrior. It distracted J'hael momentarily. It was good to take count of an ally's, and an enemy's, good and faulty sides. She cut through her share of guards quietly. Her recent purchase of elven boots, purchased for this quest, kept her silent and swift. She moved across the bridge without sound and it made her feel deadly. She also had a new cloak that was heavier and more appealing to behold than her previous one. The Northern Reaches was neither picturesque nor warm and she planned on staying only as long as it took to complete said quest and move on to better places. The cloak did keep her warmer though and she was already developing a sweat. After completing her task and murdering her side of guards, she noticed something shiny beneath one of the dead. Grunting, she rolled him over and upon realization of what she was looking at, her breath slipped out in a gasp. She put down her own sword and reverently picked up the one she was admiring. She could not believe the guard had not used this upon her. It was a Lightning Blade. It had the ability to call lightning through the owner and out of the sword. She turned to show her new ally what she had acquired. This would be very helpful against the magic of their enemies. Grinning broadly, she stepped up next to him. She simply had to mouth her next words. “This is a Lightning Blade. Have you heard of it? It shall greatly improve our odds!” She whipped it around in circles a few times and realized it fit her hand and body perfectly. It seemed to be a gift from the Gods! She figured out then that they should search the rest of the bodies in case they found other gifts that would be helpful. “Let us search the dead and see if we cannot find more!” She eagerly slid the blade into her sheath, where it fit well enough. Running to each deceased guard, she searched their pockets and all around them. She was able to find gold and a curious ring. It looked like the favor of the Gods was upon them. |
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| Leverit | Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:08 pm Post #11 |
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When Fysen realized that J'hael was actually finished with her half of the guards, he felt a sense of peace. Her ability to handle herself in combat would make for a very fitting ally. Inside the castle, the opponents would be much harder, not these peons that, presumably, the queen had enlisted quite recently just to expend them in the defense of the bridge. The prospect of tougher foes inside was a little intimidating, though, since Fysen's chest still ached from the strike from the mace he endured just moments before. Per J'hael's suggestion and evident discovery, Fysen went over to the guards he disabled and checked them thoroughly for any goods the may have. Sadly, Fysen's luck was a little dry compared to his half-drow companion's, for he found absolutely nothing of use. "I have nothing. Let's hurry inside before there's more." Dismayed, Fysen got up and quickly twiddled his hands, a dull, tan light emanating from them before placing them on his chest. The pain eased, though the muscles were still sore. Turning back to the castle, Fysen set off to the entry way. The ornate door seemed to be made out of ice, like the rest of the castle, and stood open from the guards that had spilled out of it for the battle, and the following defense of the bridge. Fysen slipped inside without opening the door any more, hoping to avoid any notice of anyone that may be inside. He stood in a side entrance, with high arches splayed across a vaulted ceiling. Supporting the arches were columns with eloquent carvings depicting wintry scenes. To the north was another large, heavily decorated door, though it was closed. Upon entry, Fysen stopped to look around, searching for a course of action and any enemies that may linger. If there were anyone inside, defending the castle itself rather than entry to it, Fysen could only imagine the fight that'd ensue. Fysen looked back to J'hael to see if she'd follow. The last thing that Fysen wanted was to find himself facing off against anyone - or anything - alone. |
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| J'hael | Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:23 am Post #12 |
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J'hael glided quietly around the guards, occasionally over them, and into the castle behind Fysen. She had thrown back the ring, for it had turned out to be a wedding band and she wished not to think upon it further. She did not know what would happen to these men and their bodies, but she was sure the band would be stolen as soon as a lone thief or mercenary spotted it. So far she had not seen any come as close to the castle and these two had. She considered that lucky because they most likely would not want to be allies. They would not share the bond J'hael and Fysen had already. Looking around, she tried to figure out where they would go next. The castle was larger than anything J'hael had seen before. The complicated stonework left her awestruck. From the outside of the frozen castle, she had seen towers, turrets, and balconies. She thought the latter was for the queen herself to come and watch the battle. Inside there were tapestries depicting scenes of the Queen using her magic on innocent bystanders and poor farmers. They had looks of pure terror on their faces and hers had a smile of pure glee. It was sickening to behold. It was also frightening. Fear started to swim in J'hael's stomach and for the first time, she was afraid to go forward. She had doubts and thoughts that perhaps there was not enough gold in the world that should make Fysen and herself continue this suicide mission. Turning to her comrade, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. "Fysen, I do not know if we should go further. This is not our fight and the reward not great enough. We might die in this frozen hell. How can we prepare for this? I do not wish to die.." Her hand had begun to shake as she silently mouthed the words slowly. She seemed rooted to the spot she stood in, her hand still on his shoulder. |
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| Leverit | Sun Dec 18, 2011 11:50 pm Post #13 |
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With J'hael's hand came Fysen attention, as he watched her mouth the words that were on her mind. Fysen agreed that the dangers were high, but the idea of the reward not being worth it was blasphemous. The White Queen had commanded an army that was in the midst of battling with an array of mercenaries and mages in front of the castle, having anchored an enormous castle made of ice to the city itself. "It's been rough. We're inside now, though! The White Queen. She has so much information! Think of the learning!" Fysen's voice, in his excitement, came out much more squeely than usual, and a good bit louder than he had anticipated. His voice echoed through the corridor, making such noise that stealth was hardly still an option. "If you want, go. I won't be mad. But I want to talk to the White Queen." He may have said this, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings: he was nervous, and wwell he wouldn't be mad, he'd definitely be upset and a lot more scared. He kept his eyes on J'hael, unfortunately, as the door to the north quickly flew open with a loud bang. Trhough the door came a lumbering beast at least 15 feet tall, his torso and legs clad in shining steel armour and wielding a wooden club, its end easily competing with the size of Fysen's torso. The noise had no effect on Fysen, but the floor shaking was incredibly noticable, and he turned to see this sight with renewed fear. He had a quarterstaff that was good for tripping, and a healing spell. Any injury inflicted by this massive club would be far beyond his healing spell, if he was even still coherent enough to cast it, and his usual tactic of tripping his opponent would hardly work against such a massive amount of weight. With widening eyes, he looked back to J'hael, and with a tiny squeal, simply said one word. "Help." |
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| J'hael | Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:06 am Post #14 |
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His silent cry for help opened up something inside of her. She was no coward and she could hardly believe the things she had said to him. Now was the time to bring out her ring of telekinesis. She slipped it from her cloak and onto her right hand's middle finger. She smiled up at the best and showed him the wrong, middle finger outstretched. "You seen this before, bad boy?" Her eyes had a hint of red around them from wearing the ring. She had two sword quickly in her hands. One, the Lightning Blade, and the other her simple Drow sword. She cleared her mind, closed her eyes, and firstly used the one spell she had been taught; it would inflict minor wounds, long enough for her to get close. She held her finger towards him, said some words, and the spell sparked from her fingertip and to the large body of the best. He was barely hurt by it and she tried again. Still, he came. Using her telekinesis, she brought down the entire section of castle he was under. He was flooded by cement and marble. It completely covered him, but she knew it wouldn't last long. Glancing at Fysen she grinned and lifted one shoulder. It pretty much said, see ya if I see ya. And ran forward, her new blade outstretched and her throat starting to ache already from the battle cry she was yeling. "Down and dead, you beast of hell!" [OOC: Why isn't my siggy showing up?] Edited by J'hael, Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:07 am.
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| Leverit | Sun Jan 1, 2012 6:29 am Post #15 |
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Fysen was awe-struck by the power this young woman exuded, and just as his fear was renewed, so now was his hope that they may actually be able to win this fight. Seeing the rocks start tumbling down from the ceiling, Fysen dashed as fast as he could toward the lumbering beast, swiping at it's shoulders, hoping that, combined with the falling rocks, the extra force from his staff would be enough to knock over the enemy. Sure enough, with a loud thud, it toppled to the ground, its face hitting the frosted marble with such force that if Fysen could hear, it'd be bones crunching and a skull cracking. The rock continued falling, completely encasing the beast in a marble coffin. This, however, didn't stop the beast, and as Fysen hurriedly searched the room for anything that may be of use, his imagination fell drastically short for a burden of this ferocity. Quickly circling the beast so that he was behind it, he spoke again to J'hael, who was preparing to attack the fallen beast. "We have to run, there's no was to win. Safety may be elsewhere, but this is suicide. Further into the castle, and block the exit like you did the rock on him!" With that, he quickly turned and ran toward the door from which the mammoth creature had entered, and made his way through, dashing down the length of the corridor that he now found himself in. |
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