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| Ammeldi | Thu Dec 18, 2014 6:10 pm Post #16 |
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At the sound of the creature, Liam was alert once more. Ordinarily, he would have heard the creature moving before it reached the wizard. He had reason not to have heard it this time, however. He watched as it barreled forward, the wizard concerned but casting as quickly as he could. Liam watched as much with curiosity as with concern. His concern was selfish, as he did not wish to see any more bloodshed this day - he had seen (and caused) enough for a life time of misery - but his dagger would be no help against the beast even if he chose to intervene. Closer and closer the beast came, and still the wizard moved not an inch. When at last the monster bore down upon the wizard, the Teu-Tel-Quessir thought for certain that the man was dead. And then he wasn’t. Liam watched, slightly impressed, as the very air itself froze in place, creating a solid wall of ice that hadn’t been there a moment before. The creature struck it again and again but could not do more than scratch it. The creature could not break through. And then, with but a single word from an unseen source, the creature suddenly stopped. Liam shrank into the branches at once, maximizing the stealth that he had spent so long mastering, and looked in the direction that the word had come from. There was only a bush but he knew that was deceptive. It was not the voice of an Elf; it wasn’t melodic or smooth. And yet, when the person emerged, Liam became slightly confused. He did not sound like an Elf, and yet his features marked him for one of Elven descent. The whorls upon his flesh were arcane in nature - even an idiot could have seen that - and his hair was far too long to be that of a survivalist. Yet here he was, and the same sickening energy that had emanated from the now-destroyed (thankfully) statue emanated from this man as well. Liam gazed upon him with as much curiosity as he had shown toward the old man facing down the beast charging him. Yet the old man was upon one side of the ice wall and Liam was upon the other - with the druid and his “pet”. For that must have been what he was: some kind of foul druid. How else could he have tainted nature in such a manner as this? He did not wield Necromancy but charming magic of a powerful and very dark nature, and he commanded a beast that should not have existed here but somehow did. The whole affair was rather…odd. |
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| Garold | Sat Dec 20, 2014 5:56 pm Post #17 |
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Garold's mouth was as dry as a desert, and nearly as gritty. He swallowed loudly, licking his lips and weighing his words carefully. "It is in the nature of living things to fight to survive," he said. He never once took his gaze off the strange being and its deadly pet, not even blinking. One did not show fear to predators. "Yes," it replied, "That is true of most living creatures. The hare or fox, owl or bear. Their instincts force them to fight for every last scrap of breath. It is only you 'higher beings' that break down when faced with hardship." Its clear disdain for him was clear in its tone, and Garold was not the only one that noticed. The reptilian monster made a low, burbling noise in the back of its throat. A spotted tongue flitted over its teeth. He forced himself not to stare at it, instead focusing his attention on its master. "That might be true," he admitted. "However, not all of us shy away from what is necessary." He shrugged. "If thou seeks answers of human nature, I possess no more than the average man. But neither will I lay down and die." "Curious," it murmured. It lifted one hand and stroked the flank of its companion. The beast settled down slightly, though it did not turn its murderous gaze from him. Garold waited a few moments, but the druid did not speak. So he decided to take the initiative. "Why are you ambushing travelers upon the road?" It gave him a startled look. "Ambush? No." It shook its head once, emphatically. "You are intruders. I will not allow you to spread your poison to this place." It glanced up, eyes scanning the canopy. A fond smile grew on its sharp features. "There are few locations left in the land so wild, so free. Your civilizations, your towns and roads and mines, have sullied so much. For a long time, I allowed your growth unchecked. Then a new road was built, a more expedient one. It disturbed the peace that once resided here." It turned its gaze back on Garold and he felt the weight of its anger like tangible pressure. His ears popped. "In return, I disturb your peace. Any who use this road have earned their fate." What can I even say to that? "How can we earn back thy favor?" He asked, trying to sound subservient but not too unctuous. "Need we only fight to survive?" "It is a start," the being said. It stepped back from the abomination, folding its arms over its chest. "I must admit to being curious. Which of you is more desperate to survive? You, or my yiloshk." The reptilian brute gurgled at this, its sharp glaws tearing into the soft loam. "Perhaps I will let you pass if you earn it." Garold swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, reciting a silent prayer to long-forgotten gods as it began to stalk forward with predatory intent. |
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| Ammeldi | Fri Jan 9, 2015 8:13 am Post #18 |
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Garold might not have been able to gaze upon the reptilian creature for too long but Liam could hardly take his eyes off of it. He drew in every last detail, memorizing everything, even down the spotted tongue that flicked over its razor-sharp teeth. He memorized the man as well, his cool demeanor remaining even as anger flashed from his eyes like lightning. Liam found himself wanting desperately to pop his neck, yet he did not dare do so. He shifted a little, however, and his neck popped regardless. The creature paused, its eyes gazing around. Liam remained silent, and the popping of his own ears to match that of Garold’s did not reveal his position. It revealed that the wizard might not be alone but that was all. The creature went back to its stalking. It pawed at the wall of ice gently, seeking to test its strength. The wall was certainly solid enough. The creature raked its claws against the ice, trying to find a weak spot; it found none. Then its eyes returned to where it had been looking just moments before, and Liam could almost feel the spark of an idea slowly beginning to burn within its unnatural skull. As for the druid himself, everything made sense now. The man invoked dark powers, most likely ancient powers, in order to do what he had obviously always been sworn to do: protect the forest. The humans of Kellen and similar places had awoken a great beast, one that was at once no more and no less natural than the existence of humanity itself. What this druid spoke of appealed to Liam in ways he could find no argument against, and he personally agreed with the man. He did not agree with his methods but this was not his home. Still, had the Gloomwood been in danger of any sort, he would have returned to Balefire with all haste - even if it meant wielding transportation magic, which he had never trusted - and he most likely would have drowned the enemies of the Gloomwood in their own blood. This man was doing nothing that Liam would not have done himself. Who could truly say what could be accomplished when one’s home was being threatened? Progress was certainly a threat to any ancient and wild place, and civilization as a whole most definitely had some serious drawbacks. Oh, he loved Balefire as much as he loved the Gloomwood, but he would have sacrificed the former in favor of the latter in a heartbeat. He would not have enjoyed doing so but that was why it would have been called a sacrifice. So who was he to interfere now? Anyway, he had not been hired to do anything about this. He had only been hired to discover the cause. Now that he had, his quest was at an end. He couldn’t justify killing this druid, even though he probably could while he and his familiar were engaged with Garold. Besides, he wasn’t an assassin - not really. For now, he remained hidden where he was. He watched and he waited. The situation would resolve itself soon enough, although Liam couldn’t seem to convince himself that he’d particularly enjoy either potential outcome. |
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| Garold | Fri Jan 16, 2015 2:32 am Post #19 |
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The beast (a yiloshk?) surged forward, sinewy strength and serpentine speed combined in one monstrous frame. It rounded the corner of the ice wall in a rush, clawed feet digging huge chunks of earth out of the ground. Garold stumbled backwards, muttering the words of magic so quickly that the syllables blurred together into an incoherent rush, but it still began the process of drawing mana into his body. He threw his hands out, fingers twitching through hasty symbols, palms facing forwards. The creature was within reach of him by the time he completed the crafting. He screamed in fear and anger, releasing all of that gathered power in a rush. A cyclone of wind swept forwards, catching the yiloshk in the center of its mass. The vortex plucked it off of the ground, throwing it backwards and spinning it around in mid-air. After a few seconds a thick bolt of electricity crackled across the distance between him and the beast, slamming into its thick chest. The creature let out a high-pitched, warbling scream of pain as the lightning burned through the layer of scales and charring the muscle underneath. Its spine slammed into a tree trunk with enough force to splinter the wood. The tree groaned as it slowly toppled. The yiloshk gained back its feet slowly, clearly dazed by the blow. Garold didn't give it time to recover, instead starting another incantation immediately. By the time that the thing recovered its senses he was completing another spell, still frantic. Another wall of ice shimmered into existence, this one at a sixty-degree angle to the first. It was also slightly slanted to provide more protection. Garold met the monster's eyes for a moment and saw pure murderous rage in its glare. It was not a mere beast. No, no mere animal could look that so incredibly furious, that could desire vengeance so strongly. Garold let out a shaky sigh, relieved that he had earned a brief respite. He drew in more mana, preparing another spell and knowing that his life depended on casting spells as quickly as possible. He barely remembered that the elf was hiding somewhere nearby; clearly the man was going to be of no help whatsoever. |
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