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| Seele | Thu Dec 8, 2011 11:04 pm Post #1 |
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It had snowed the night before, dusting the dilapidated structures of the ruined city with white. Seele stoop atop one of the crumbling structures, scouring the desolation below him with sharp, golden eyes. The elf had an unusual appearance, with silvery hair, bone-white skin, and eyes that glowed like golden beacons. He was dressed in a long, fluttering cloak cut from velvet as black as night. Night had just fallen, bathing his surroundings in darkness. A few muttered words in the arcane tongue fixed that problem, his fingers twitched as they drew out magical sigils in mid-air. ”Ebon Eyes.” The glow in his eyes intensified, allowing him to peer through the shadows as if they were not in existence. He only had to wait a few more minutes before his motivation for traveling here became apparent. Hands thrust out of the frozen earth, clawing at the soil as forms forced their way out of the ground. It was a phenomenon known as ‘Frostfell Calling’ across all of Imythess, wehen the souls of the deceased combined with the elemental powers of winter, creating blasphemous abominations that stole the very warmth from the living. These undead were the living embodiment of an arcane and unnatural power that was ripe for the plucking, if one was daring enough… Luckily, Seele possessed more than enough strength to bend such creatures to his will. The shadow sorcerer descended from his lofty position, deftly hopping from the rooftop to a pillar to a shattered piece of masonry before finally alighting upon the ground. Once there the nearest undead turned blank, unseeing eyes towards the elf, its maw opening in an unearthly moan as it lunged towards him. The elf nimbly ducked underneath its outstretched arm, magic sizzling at his fingertips as he summoned his signature weapon to hand: the dread scythe Thanatos. He brought the polearm up in a wicked slash, cleaving straight through the undead’s body. The two pieces of its body fell to the ground, still twitching as Seele rose and smiled at the surrounding zombies. |
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| swordhunter | Fri Dec 9, 2011 5:34 am Post #2 |
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Aiden was a bold elf, to say the least. Fully cognizant of the rumors regarding the annual Frostfell, he had come to the ancient ruins of a once great city to view the event himself...and stop what undead he could along the way. He wasn't here to eliminate every single undead, of course, as it seemed to be an impossible task. They do seem to keep coming back, after all, he thought as smoke from a pipe he carried drifted lazily into the night air. No, his mission was far more fact-finding than fiend fighting...though there was certainly no reason the two couldn't be combined for now. I wonder how so many can come out at one time? the elf thought, grunting as he stood up and wiped pipe ash from his tunic. There has to be a magical reason behind this sort of thing. Unlimited undead can't just be produced in a town with no inhabitants. How long do you plan on searching, exactly? asked Eladrin from within the elf's mind, It's not like you have an unlimited amount of time here, you know. There are other tasks that you need to be attending to at some point. Well aware, of course, the elf thought in reply, stretching a bit and checking his equipment before checking the position of the moon in the night sky. Another long winter night, I suppose. Perfect setting for this kind of thing, really. The soft moonlight glinted softly on the dusting of snow covering the ground, making a gentle crunching sound as the elf moved towards a worn path through the city. Around him, six undead bodies lay facedown in the snow, their disfigured forms silent as the elf passed. The discolored blood of the undead splattered the ground, accompanied in two cases by the severed heads of Aiden's most recent victims. As the elf stalked away, he watched both sides of the path, certain that this night wouldn't end without another fight...of a far greater magnitude. He didn't expect anything less from the legendary Frostfell...and he hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed. . . |
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| Seele | Fri Dec 9, 2011 3:29 pm Post #3 |
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He had been forced to mercilessly dispatch of two more undead before they stopped their mindless assault, watching him from a distance. Seele kept a grin plastered on his face, but he felt a small shiver of unease. Zombies were supposed to be mindless, instinctual creatures. They should lack the intelligence necessary to stop attacking and reassess the situation. The Frostfell undead were clearly of a different caliber, unlike any other brand of necromancy he had encountered before. One of the zombies stepped forward, dragging a broken foot behind him. The sorcerer was surprised when the being parted its lacerated lips and began to speak, the words eerie and inhuman. "Why do you come here? We sense the darkness in you, the unholiness of the Black Harvest. Why do you destroy our brethren?" Seele felt a wash of cold creep up his spine at the sound of the eerie, hollow voice, but let none of his discomfort show. "I wish not for your destruction, only your aid. I am the champion of the shadows... And you will serve me. Or I will destroy every last one of you before you can devour an ounce of the warmth you crave." Seele's cloak fluttered around him at the statement, although there was no wind to speak of. Power seemed to radiate from his gaunt frame, the shadows around him writhing as he demonstrated his prowess. The undead did not react to the display of power, simply watching the elf with frozen, white eyes. The one who had spoken did not answer for almost a minute, as if he was holding an internal conference for all of the undead. "We serve no mortal." There was a ring of absoluteness as the zombie turned away from the elf, shambling towards the main road through the ruins. The rest of his undead entourage followed suit, walking away from the shadow sorcerer. Seele was not too dismayed at their refusal; he would have expected it, if he had known that they possessed intelligence. Their refusal to attack him was a positive sign, meaning that they would not impede his work here tonight. Anyone could claim a legion of undead for their own. What Seele desired was whatever unholy force raised these creatures every years, turning the long-deceased corpses into powerful entities that could leech the very life from the living. The sorcerer chuckled darkly as he followed the group of undead, flitting between the shadows to remain unseen. In order to gather information, he planned to watch the frozen zombies drain the life out of one of the cretins who traveled here each winter in a fruitless attempt to quell the horde. |
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| swordhunter | Fri Dec 9, 2011 4:00 pm Post #4 |
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Aiden marched across the snow, his eyes roving back and forth for any sign of an ambush. Or rather, he was looking for any sign of another ambush. Another two undead lay at his feet, their bodies torn by the broadsword in the elf's hand. The blade radiated holy energy, making it extremely useful against these sorts of opponents. However, even with the blade's power at his disposal and his own strengths as a celestial...he found these undead to be of a much higher caliber than others. Despite a lack of a controlling mage or necromancer, the undead here seemed to be almost calculating. He'd only been here for a short time, but Aiden already surmised that this would be a much more dangerous hunt than he had believed it would be. The elf looked up, distracting himself from his thoughts as the sound of renewed shuffling caught his attention. Looking down the path, Aiden spotted a new group of dark figures shuffling forward along the shadowy avenue. Sighing, Aiden quickly looked all around him, having already fallen for a similar trick--the larger group had only attempted to distract from one or two runners. Luckily, Aiden hadn't fallen for the attempt earlier and this didn't seem to be a repeat. "Good," he thought, "Just a good old fashioned brawl, then. That's useful." Someone's here, Eladrin warned sternly. Thinking the celestial was simply talking about the oncoming undead, Aiden nodded. As added help, Aiden unleashed his own aura, allowing a field of holy power to surround him and his weapons in preparation for the fight ahead. The elf's eyes glowed a bright red as he let the celestial's power wash through him. The feeling felt refreshing...and incredibly exhilarating. Stepping forward, Aiden raised his broadsword with one hand and drew his blade, Lightning with the other. "I wonder if you'll fall as easily as your comrades," Aiden said, loudly enough that his voice carried across the snowy distance. He had already discovered that these undead seemed to understand language, another thing that set them apart from others of their kind. Aiden had only been using it to taunt them before killing them...but he imagined that perhaps this was the secret behind the power of whomever might be wielding these deadly things. There was, of course, only one way to find out. "Moji!" Aiden shouted, swinging his lightning blade forward and shooting off a powerful burst of electricity wreathed in a holy aura. The blast caught one of the advancing undead full in the chest, rocketing its icy body back a number of feet before it settled, steaming in the snow. "Frostfell or not, you still can't stand against me," Aiden grunted as he stepped into a defensive stance and waited. . . Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Seele | Fri Dec 9, 2011 5:58 pm Post #5 |
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Seele continued to follow the group as they stumbled through the ruins. Some of the dead had been buried with injuries that slowed them, but any corpse raised in prime condition seemed to be able to move and attack at impressive speeds. The sorcerer sank into the shadows as they reached the road, the darkness seeming to come alive to embrace his flesh. Within moments he was veritably invisible, the shadows covering his form like a second skin and obscuring him within the darkness. A single form was approaching on the road, and he did not want to be seen and disturb the undead at their work. However, as soon as the figure drew closer the elf's latent magical senses went haywire, a knot of unease forming in his gut. Magical strength seemed to radiate from the stranger, close to the level of power that Seele possessed. Even worse, he had sensed this aura before... Not that long ago, in an isolated village in the Hills of Mist. Of all the infuriating fools to encounter on this night... That blasted cretin with the serpah... The elf closed his eyes, pulling heavily on his reserves of magical power. Arcane power coursed through his veins, so potent and exhilarating that he could not even describe the sensation. He mentally recited the incantation to one of his most powerful spells, feeling the strength of the magic build up as he internally repeated the mantra. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, elgg ninta quortek. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, elgg ninta quortek. He kept completely still as he prepared the spell, opening his eyes to mere slits to watch as Aiden pressed the attack against the undead. Holy power radiated out from the celestial-infused warrior, electricity flying from his sword and lashing out at the crowd of zombies. Let's see how you manage this, cretin. Seele's eyes flashed open, his pupils dilating as he released the energy. Enervation! Crackling negative energy coalesced in the air in front of him, forming an orb of unholy power. In an instant it lashed out towards Aiden, sizzling as it shot through the air with deadly force. Hopefully his surprise attack would strike the elf before he could even process that he faced a far more dangerous foe than the shambling undead. Seele knelt down, allowing the invisibility of the darkness to flow off of his body. Although his dark clothes still made it difficult to spot the sorcerer, his glowing golden eyes were now evident in the shadows as he prepared to deal with any answering attack from his enemy. Abilities Explanation
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| swordhunter | Fri Dec 9, 2011 7:23 pm Post #6 |
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Aiden winced as the undead closed distance and charged forward. "Fast blighters," he muttered, settling in his stance a bit more...then wincing again as Eladrin's voice filled his head with a loud urgency he'd never heard before. There's someone there!! the celestial shouted mentally. Aiden finally realized what was going on as he felt a sudden surge of dark energy in the vicinity. "You have got to be kidding me!" he thought as Eladrin responded in kind, filling the elf with holy power and strength. From there, experience took over as Aiden focused on this new presence and ignored the undead for the moment. Dancing backward, Aiden weaved his blades through the air as a powerful burst of dark energy rocketed towards his position. "Mor!" he shouted, bringing his blades together in a crossing guard while continuing to pour holy energy into them both. At the same time, a bright light grew from a point in front of Aiden's body, slowly flattening into a powerful shield of holy magic in front of the elf's body. Closing his eyes, Aiden began muttering another incantation as the Enervation spell made contact with his holy shield...and resulted in a powerful explosion ripping through the street. A few undead that had come a bit too close were taken up in the explosion, disappearing in a ball of light tinged with dancing black lightning. Aiden was blown back, though it was more by design than anything else. The aura he'd felt before impact...the power of the dark magic directed against him...all of it jogged the elf's memory. And made him visibly blanch in response, despite the fact that his body trembled with excitement. The mage from the Hills of Mist, he thought, regaining his footing on the snowy path and planting his foot, Why am I not surprised at all to find him here. Someone that powerful...perhaps he's the reason for this after all. And if that's the case... The elf's thought trailed off as he put aside any pretenses. This fight would take as much power as he could generate. "Aestaesi!" The spellword bathed Aiden in light again as celestial fire wreathed his athletic form. The elf quickly planted one of his blades in the ground, threw his cloak off, and picked up the blade once more as four wings of fire attached themselves to his back. The display melted the snow on the ground beneath Aiden's feet as his eyes grew a bright red with the transformation. Those red eyes narrowed a bit as the elf went a step further, activating the latent magic stored in an arcane rune tattooed just below his right collarbone. The rune glowed--though unseen by the elf--and filled his body with an incredible, magically augmented strength. This, he knew, would be a fight between two mages extremely practiced in the magical arts. The victor would be the one with the most preparation. "Let's go, mage, I know you're there!" Aiden's voice roared out across the scene, sounding a tad huskier with the magic flowing through his body. "If I remember from the Hills of Mist, our last fight ended as a bit of a draw! Let's see if you can do better this time. . ." |
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| Seele | Fri Dec 9, 2011 10:30 pm Post #7 |
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The holy warrior's reflexes were as impressive as ever, just barely managing to raise a shield of magical energy in order to absorb the enervation spell. It was an annoyance, but the shadow sorcerer could not help but feel a speck of respect for his foe. It was very rare for the spellcaster to encounter another being that could face him in a head-on battle. Seele watched his enemy's transformation with narrowed eyes, trying not to gag as an overpowering aura of holy energy engulfed the elf. His final form was barely recognizable as a mortal, his skin turned blood-red an instant before bursting into flames. Four wings crafted out of pure fire unfolded from his shoulder blades, flapping steadily and melting the surrounding snow. Seele knew that there would be no quibbling this time, no boasts or mockery. It would be an adrenaline-filled fight, a desperate scramble for superiority using whatever means possible. Luckily for him, the environment would not be kind to the celestial warrior. The Frostfell undead were immune to the heat, could steal the warmth from even the most powerful flames. Even now they clustered around Aiden, reaching forwards to steal away whatever power they could. "I believe you are correct, thrall. I see you are incapable of facing me without your guardian. Pathetic." Seele raised one hand, snapping his fingers. If his opponent mean to impress him with flashy and flamboyant powers he was far less intelligent than the sorcerer had initially believed. He spoke the words to the spell aloud, not willing to waste even a trace of his power to cast the spell silently. Each syllable sounded as sharp and brittle as shattering ice, the words of the arcane tongue sounding completely foreign to this world. "Oloth nindel zhah Rilbol, dumo ussta vaartur. Unholy Aura." The shadows around the elf seemed to darken as strength poured through the elf's limbs, filling him with confidence and making sparks of obsidian energy crackle across his skin. However, Seele was not done yet. He raised his other hand, flicking his fingers in a series of complex gestures. "Oloth nindel zhah, Rilbol sslig'ne ussta quortek. Ghastly Armor." There was an eerie screech from their surroundings as magic spread out from the elf, seeking out the souls of the recently deceased. Thanks to the call of Frostfell, many warriors and adventurers had traveled to the ruins recently, saturating the location with their ethereal forms. Seele stepped out of the shadows as the spiritual entities were contorted around his frame, his own arcane power melting them together. A set of translucent plate armor took shape, the protective layer shifting between shades of black, gray and violet. The helm was truly demonic in appearance, two twisted horns protruding from the elf's skull. Dark power crackled over the surface of the conjured armor as Seele raised Thanatos, resting the scythe against his right shoulder and staring at Aiden with a combination of amusement and malice. "Words are nothing, cretin. Allow me to usher you into infinite darkness." His laughter echoed across the ruins, cold and cruel. |
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| swordhunter | Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:09 pm Post #8 |
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"I believe you are correct, thrall. I see you are incapable of facing me without your guardian. Pathetic." Ohhh, blow to the pride, Eladrin chimed in a taunting voice, Careful, elf, he already knows your greatest weakness. Oh ha ha, Eladrin, the elf thought back, raising one sword towards the oncoming undead. He knew that under normal circumstances, the undead and the mage together would be a devastatingly unstoppable combination. But Aiden had the power of Eladrin behind his attacks. Which meant he possessed flames that were more than capable of taking care of the oncoming attackers. "Incendie!" he shouted, watching as a ball of flame appeared in front of the point of his blade, then surged forward. The fire, augmented by Aiden's abilities, smashed into another undead warrior with a crack, wreathing its icy body in flames. The warrior, pushing through the attack, tried to close the remaining distance between itself and the elf, but the flames proved persistent as they took on a bright green color. The slow moving undead let out an unearthly cry as it fell to the ground, succumbing gradually to the power of Aiden's Hearth Fire spell. Remind me to get you a gift for Midwinter, Eladrin, the elf thought with satisfaction. The attack had been a test...but an extremely successful one. Even if he can wield the undead against me, they shouldn't be a determining factor on their own. Unless they show up in greater numbers...which means... Aiden trailed off as he brandished his blades. "Thasti," he incanted, looking at his holy broadsword as the blade became wreathed in a green fire similiar to what had felled the undead. Breaking distance from him almost killed me the last time, Aiden thought as he went through strategies for the coming fight, He could have easily picked up tricks since the last time we fought, making him a much more dangerous opponent. Not to mention his ability to summon...I need to make this fight as close as possible, restricting his movements and forcing him into close combat like last time. Hopefully that produces better results this time around... The thought trailed off as Aiden stepped forward, watching both the undead as they came forward and the opposing mage. The aura of the latter was impressive, to say the least, and the unholy armor which surrounded him only compounded that. "Words are nothing, cretin. Allow me to usher you into infinite darkness." "That's ironic," Aiden replied, charging ahead with his swords at the ready. "A mage who uses spellwords degrading the power of words." Only a few meters now separated him from the first of the remaining undead. Five, maybe six more left in this group? he counted mentally as he closed the distance. Knock that to a manageable number and reel the mage in. Then deal with the fallout. Ducking under a blow, Aiden twisted and lashed out with his broadsword, catching the attacker in the torso as the elf continued forward. With a powerful tug, Aiden dragged his broadsword through the undead's body, the blade cutting and breaking through to the other side with a sickening crunch. The undead screeched as the smell of putrid flesh hissed into the air. Unfortunately, the undead kept coming forward, its foul mouth open to take a bite out of its dismayed elvish attacker. "Great," Aiden muttered, breaking off the attack and spinning away as he put distance between himself and the damaged, yet oncoming undead. "Just freaking great. . ." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Seele | Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:03 am Post #9 |
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The shadow sorcerer did not respond to the rather unimaginative attempt at an insult, instead focusing on his next tactic. The undead were gathering around his enemy, but he doubted that in his bolstered state that any number of zombies could harm the other elf. He was soon proved right as the flaming figure began to carve through the ranks of the undead, slowly advancing on Seele as he did so. The shadow sorcerer made no attempt to put more distance between them, knowing that it would be useless. In their last fight the man had shown that he had the ability to teleport, which made attempting to flee useless. Instead of retreating, the elf clenched his free hand into a tight fist, dark tendrils of power flashing across his skin and forming runes around his outstretched arm. To give himself as much of an edge as possible he did not say the incantation aloud, a small attempt to throw his opponent off-guard. Oloth nindel zhah Nizzre', elgg ussta muan. His lips split into a wide grin as the spell completed, his eyes flashing with malice. Dark Lightning! Electricity surged down the length of his arm, jumping across the surface of his summoned armor. Instead of being the expected color, the lightning was as black as night, an obsidian bolt of energy that lanced through the air towards Aiden. Seele hoped that the elf was too distracted by the group of undead to defend himself against the spell, but he knew that the chances of a single spell ending this battle was slim. After launching the lightning bolt at the celestial warrior the sorcerer darted to his right side, putting the remaining undead between him and his enemy. Although he did not attempt to put more space between the two of them, neither would he sit still and wait for his foe to approach him. The only sure way to achieve victory was to utterly destroy this cretin. Their last encounter had clearly revealed that the seraph-infused man was more skilled at melee combat, but Seele was clearly superior in terms of magical prowess. I will give him no chance to recover. I will destroy him with magic before he gets a chance to strike with that blasted sword of his. He did not put away his scythe yet, knowing that if Aiden managed to close the gap between them he would need the weapon. Seele curled the fingers on his free hand, energy pulsing out from his fingertips and coalescing into a small orb of negative energy in the middle of his palm. He pumped far more power into the spell than was necessary, increasing the strength of the magic so it would be even more damaging if it struck the man. This spell possessed a degree of cruelty that Seele could appreciate: it was designed to be more harmful against living flesh, creating immense pain for the victim.Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, vaq' ussta ogglinn. Black Bolt. The shadow sorcerer's grin grew wider as he watched the celestial warrior, waiting for a chance to throw it towards the elf and hopefully catch him off-guard. Abilities Explanation
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| swordhunter | Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:37 pm Post #10 |
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Aiden kept moving back, dancing out of the range of his nearest opponent, before suddenly reversing direction and charging ahead once more. The fire around his broadsword surged with power as the elf stabbed ahead. The undead which had survived Aiden's first attack fell under the second as the elf abandoned all pretense and went straight for the head. With a powerful swing, Aiden's blade cut through the undead's neck, dragging slightly as it cut through the decayed flesh and bone. Keeping up the attack, Aiden hardly paused as he chose his next target and swung forward again. Lashing out with a booted leg, Aiden caught another undead in the torso with a powerful kick. With the elf's magic augmenting his strength, the kick sent the undead off his feet and rolling backward just as Aiden turned in midstep. Roaring, Aiden finished his turn and plunged his lightning blade into the chest of another attacker, squinting as the undead seemed to barely register the blow, pushing forward and impaling itself further as a way to get at the elf. "Damn these things!" Aiden muttered as he was forced to step back, bringing his broadsword up to bear. But a quick flicker of movement beyond the group of undead drew his attention back to the formidable mage. Energy as black as obsidian arched through the air towards Aiden, whose eyes widened in disbelief. Turning quickly, Aiden shifted his lightning blade and pushed, ducking a bit as he used the undead's body as a shield of sorts against the worst of the attack. The dark lightning struck the elf's blade with a crack as the powerful electric energy stored within the weapon resonated with the evil-tinged onslaught. The elf's body shook as the energy absorbed neither by his blade or the undead crackled across his arm. The smell of burnt, live flesh hung in the air as Aiden suppressed the urge to cry out. With an angry cry, Aiden watched as the mage suddenly darted to his left. Pulling quickly, Aiden kicked the burning--and now unmoving--undead from his blade and spun, ready to charge ahead and draw the battle into close quarters like he'd wanted. However, the mage was a hair faster, as spell already forming in the air in front of him. No! the elf thought, ignoring the undead completely and bringing his blades in a likely futile cross guard. A moment later, a powerful ball of black energy hurtled through the air, crashing into Aiden's raised blades with an incredible blast. Instantly, waves of pain swept through the elf's body as he sailed backward through the air, blood spraying from his mouth. His swords twisted through the air and landed further along the path, separated from their master by the force of the blow. A moment later, Aiden hit the ground with a thud, rolling weakly as his wings melted the snow below him and sent up a hiss of steam with the impact. Aiden was reeling, but had enough presence of mind to realize that the blast had thrown him away from the mage...and closer to the remaining undead now advancing towards his position. "Bastards," Aiden muttered, blood dripping from his mouth as he slammed his hand into the snowy path. He didn't wait, immediately using his magic to wrench up the temperature around him as quickly as possible. With a smirk, he noted the distance between himself and the mage. "Burn in hell, for all I care," the elf spat before shouting, "Thastaeroji!" Three of the remaining undead charged forward, their mouths open revealing their foul mouths and teeth while their comrade whom Aiden had kicked earlier picked itself from the ground. It too prepared to charge ahead when it suddenly stopped, sniffed the air, and looked up. Instantly, it was engulfed in a stunningly powerful column of green-tinged fire which covered a circle of ten feet with the elf at its epicenter. Aiden slowly got to his knees as his flamestrike wrought its damage on his nearby opponents and sent up a spiral of hot steam into the night sky. You ok, Aiden? Eladrin asked as the elf slowly stood and regained his bearings. I'm going to kill him, Aiden replied mentally, stretching out both hands and muttering, "Vaeres." Seconds later, both of his blades came sailing towards him, cutting through the now dying, fiery wall around the elf. The swords hit the elf's hand with a sizzle as the hot hilts made contact with the bare skin of Aiden's hand. But Aiden hardly gave it a thought as he stepped forward, his spell now spent and the charred corpses of the undead still sizzling around him. "Next trick, mage!?" he called out, a fiery anger burning in his eyes as he stepped forward a bit haltingly. His body cried out in pain with each step, but the elf knew full well that the damage could have been far worse had Eladrin not been bonded with him, lending him the strength he needed to continue. Healing had to come soon...but it could wait for the moment. . . Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Seele | Sun Dec 11, 2011 10:46 pm Post #11 |
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One of the remaining undead was expertly interposed between the celestial warrior and Seele, the shadowy lightning stirking its frozen flesh instead of its intended target. The spell effectively destroying the zombie, only a minuscule portion of its power passing down Aiden's sword and striking him. Still, it was enough. The shadow sorcerer smiled as the delightful odor of burning flesh reached his nostrils, proof of his attack's success. Sure that he had his enemy overwhlemed, the elf launched his second attack, the Black Bolt spell sizzling as it shot through the air. This time the swordsman managed to raise both blades to intercept the magic, but that was not the purpose of the spell. The negative energy merely dissipated, washing over the swords and assaulting the elf's flesh with waves of what must be agonizing pain. Seele laughed out loud as his magic took its toll, eyes glimmering cruelly. I went too easy on this fool the last time we fought. Clearly his competence was a combination of luck and bravado. Even with the power of his angel guardian he can't match my strength! The shadow sorcerer did not immediately attack again as the undead surged forward, making it impossible to accurately aim at the infused elf. Seele watched the proceedings with amusement as he tried to figure out which spell in his arsenal to unleash to completely obliterate this insolent transgressor. He was not expecting the column of flames that descended from the sky itself, the flames tinged with a shade of green that suggested they were powered with holy energy. Hearth fire, eh? Annoying, but not impossible to counter. Seele could hear the shrieks of the undead as the holy-infused flames ripped though their bodies, consuming their flesh and destroying whatever evil power had allowed them to haunt the living. The elf felt no remorse for the destruction of the zombies. If they had chosen to serve him willingly, he might have expended more effort in keeping them alive, but there was no point. After all, there was an abundance of the Frostfell undead in the ruins; he would simply find more to study. Aiden emerged from the column of flames in quite an impressive display, fire curling around his athletic form as if he were some creature from the Abyss. He seemed more like a pit fiend than a serpah in that moment, a fact that was ironic enough it brought a smile to his lips. "Come now, thrall. You can do better than this. Look at you. You barely seem capable of standing. You were much more impressive last time." Seele shook his head in mock sadness, although the small grin never left his face. He shifted his free hand to the shaft of the scythe, holding it in a diagonal position across his torso. He was hoping that he his words would work the celestial infused into a fury, to make him lose his reason and attack blindly. If he fell for the bait, Seele planned to unload a few more nasty surprises on the elf. |
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| swordhunter | Wed Dec 14, 2011 12:31 am Post #12 |
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"Come now, thrall. You can do better than this. Look at you. You barely seem capable of standing. You were much more impressive last time." Aiden turned his neck and stretched it a bit before spitting, the red color of the liquid easy to spot on the snow...or what was left of it. The elf did not lose his cool at the mage's comment, though even had to admit its accuracy. He was having a rather tough time of dealing with the powerful dark magic arrayed against him AND the undead attackers. But now, his attention was totally undivided. And that, of course, meant that Aiden could perhaps recreate the battle from the Hills of Mist...though perhaps with more positive results. He is going after your ego with a vengeance, you know? Eladrin cautioned, though his voice hinted more at curiosity towards Aiden's next move than to worry over his current state. I know, Aiden thought back, his eyes flashing as he too started to grin. I liked him far better when he was a bit more...respectful. Wasting no time, Aiden ran forward, already swinging his lightning blade forward. "Moji!" he shouted as a blast of electrical energy tinged with holy power shot forth and surged towards his opponent. The blast slowed Aiden's forward momentum just a bit, but only served to help the elf gather more magic around him and incant quickly. "Thosi mys!" he finished. The air simmered with energy as Aiden poured magic into the space around him. The temperature skyrocketed as a wave of fire suddenly radiated from the elf, engulfing a conical area in front of him in powerful green flames. Wisps of steam drifted into the air as the fire burned across the ice and snow in between the elf and his intended target. The fire roared as it closed the distance, with the elf charging close behind, his blades at the ready and a fierce light in his eyes. Break his focus, close the gap, kill him. In that order, the elf thought, hoping that his advance would for the moment be shielded by the bright flames...or perhaps masked by the dual attack of lightning and fire. . . Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Seele | Wed Dec 14, 2011 2:24 am Post #13 |
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Seele had been preparing for the surge of lightning from his opponent's sword ever since the battle had started, having felt the full effect of that attack the last time they fought. The elf knew he could dispel the lance of electricity if necessary, but he thought that the Ghastly Armor spell would provide a sufficient amount of protection from the attack. The white-hot bolt of power speared across the distance between them, slamming into Seele's chest with the force of a hammer. The elf grunted at the impact, sliding back several feet as tendrils of electricity crackled along the magical protection. Spiderweb cracks spread across his breastplate where the bolt of power had struck. It was a purely aesthetic effect, but it did indicate that the spell had lost a portion of its protective abilities. Only a small amount of the electricity actually managed to pierce through the magic, a small shock jolting through his chest cavity but dealing no lasting damage. The shadow sorcerer stared at the approaching holy warrior with a small smile, having weathered out the worst of the summoned lightning. He had expected the swordsman to charge at him and attack at close range, but apparently the man was smarter than Seele was giving him credit for. Instead he shouted another short incantation. The air in front of the shadow sorcerer lit up as gouts of flame appeared from nowhere, whirling through the air and forming a massive wall of dancing fire. The conflagration roared as it advanced towards the elf. His eyes went wide, sweat breaking out on his brow as it seared the very air in his mouth. No! The archmage whipped one hand through the air in front of him, runes sparking around his fingers as pumped power into his spellcasting, completely skipping the incantation to cast the spell as quickly as possible. Dimension Door! Mere moments before the flames engulfed him Seele disappeared in a flash of magic. He reappeared on the roof of a building fifty feet behind Aiden, watching as the place he had been standing seconds before disappeared underneath a vortex of emerald flames. The pillars within the powerful magical holocaust began to melt from the blazing heat. If he had not reacted so quickly the inferno would have surely consumed him, destroying his protective spell and seriously injuring or killing the shadow sorcerer. He had been too confident, complacent in his magical superiority. He would have to be careful not to make that mistake again. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, vaq' ninta dro flasmix. Death Knell! Magic sparked around him as he completed the spell, the deadly energy emanating from his gaunt form and surging towards Aiden. The spell was designed to drain the life force from his enemies so long as they had been injured by his own hand. Thankfully, he had managed to strike the celestial-infused elf with the Dark Lightning spell, which meant that the conditions for the epic-level magic had been met. Seele watched from his new perch to see how his enemy would react to this new threat. |
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| swordhunter | Thu Dec 15, 2011 6:20 pm Post #14 |
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"Oh come on," Aiden grunted as he saw the mage disappear from sight just as his flames washed over area. The path was bathed in fire, a slightly comforting scene to the elf, but there was little else to show for the effort. "I won't keep chasing him around as he teleports," he muttered, stopping his headlong charge and turning to his opponent's most likely position. "That's going to take up far too much time and energy...I have to get him to stay still, otherwise this will take all night." Aiden cursed the fact that he hadn't brought his Lan blade--at least he could have used the sword's webcasting ability to keep the mage still. There were, of course, other ways to accomplish the same goal...but they would require far more detailed planning than the elf wanted to do for now. In the meantime, Aiden caught sight of the mage once more, safely atop a nearby roof. The mage was already weaving spell, evident by the cackling sparks in the air. Aiden braced himself, waiting for another strike of dark lightning or something similar. When nothing happened immediately, he wondered if another defensive or buffering spell had been cast...until Eladrin warned him of the danger. He's placed a spell on your lifeforce, elf, Eladrin cautioned darkly, He's draining you! How long? Aiden asked, rushing forward and gathering magic around him once more. If the news was as bad as he feared, this battle needed to be ended quickly...again. Just hurry, came the celestial's answer, I'll do what I can...but eventually you need to either dispel this or kill him. Those are the only real ways to counter...besides healing yourself constantly...or releasing me. Duly noted, came Aiden's quick reply as he closed the distance between himself and the dilapidated building upon which Seele stood. 'Kill him' is the option we're going with then. Finishing his incantation, Aiden could already feel the effects of the dark mage's spell...it was almost as if breathing became harder and his movements a bit slower. Even his strength, still augmented by magic, began to drain. He could tell that the celestial was helping in certain quarters, slowing the effects of the spell...but for how long that would last was hard to tell...much less how long he'd last against the dark assault. "Tandrae ceji!" A rumbling sound filled the air as large cracks fanned out across the path, now filled with melted snow and steaming water. Then suddenly, the ground seemed to open up, swallowing the path totally as the smoldering undead corpses fell away into a quickly expanding fissure. With satisfaction, Aiden noted that the building upon which Seele stood began to split as it stood right across the widening gap. "Good for you," Aiden said, his breathing becoming labored as a sudden, hissing spout of red hot fire and magma shot out from the fissure, engulfing everything above it in a powerful blast of heat and flame. . . Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Seele | Sat Dec 17, 2011 3:57 pm Post #15 |
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Seele could see the effects of his spell on the infused warrior almost immediately. A less astute observer might have missed the subtle hints, but he had used the spell enough times to notice the small indications. The elf’s face became drawn, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead. The shadow sorcerer fought to keep from grinning with success. He knew that his victory was not assured and that his opponent surely had more tricks up his sleeve, but it was hard not to feel as if this battle had already been decided. Seele had been inconvenienced at worst, while his enemy had been shocked and drained, battered and bruised. It is only a matter of time, you fool. I will bury your corpse beneath the earth. Perhaps next year, you will just be one of those called back to the surface by the magic of Frostfell. The sorcerer’s magical senses screamed danger at him as the swordsman shouted out another incantation. The effects were almost instantaneous as the earth began to rumble and shake, whatever snow that was still remaining melting and feeling the air with steam. He glanced from side to side quickly, trying to identify the spell in order to prepare the appropriate defense, but his eyes widened when he realized what was happening. As the fissure opened in the ground the entire building shuddered, its foundations ripped asunder by the roiling earth. Seele felt himself start to slide down the roof as it dropped towards the void, coming face first with what was contained within: a writhing river of hot magma. The sorcerer instantly regretting squandering his teleportation spell. It would be too draining to cast the same magic again instantly, meaning he would have to face this next threat using his wits. Lave splashed out of the crevasse, shooting into the air in a searing column of molten rock. Seele threw himself to one side as the magma splashed against the building, engulfing the structure. Wven with his lightning reflexes the elf knew that he had not managed to avoid the explosion of heat entirely, but stopping to assess the amount of damage could only result in more injury. At least the Ghastly Armor spell was still active, keeping the magma from immediately striking his flesh and instead slowly eroding through the protective spell. He plunged off of the roof, hitting the ground with enough force to knock the air out of his lungs. Another wave of fire and lava burst out of the crack in the ground, crashing towards the elf. He ground his teeth together in frustration and tried to dash out of the way, but it was impossible to completely avoid the second wave of magma. Seele snarled in pain as the molten rock splashed across his lower leg, burning through the Ghastly Armor in moments. He tried to ignore the burning flash of agony until he was out of danger, limping away from the fissure. The lava that had splashed his arm earlier had finally eaten through the magical layer as well, scalding his left arm from shoulder to ankle. The sorcerer sighed and let the protective armor dissipate, knowing that in its damaged state it would no longer be an effective shield against the infused warrior’s attacks. Luckily, he had managed to flee far enough away from the magma quake to avoid the ”There we go. You’re getting the hang of it now.” His right arm and left leg were both badly burned, but he forced himself to ignore the pain and focus on his foe. Seele raised the scythe in his right hand, holding the curved blade in the air and preparing to strike at his enemy as soon as he approached. |
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