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| Running into a Paladin Again; [p] Rothardan | |
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| Fehade | Tue Apr 8, 2008 12:39 am Post #1 |
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"I don't have time for this, mage. Mara hates to be kept waiting." Fehade's slithery cruel voice spoke through the darkness of the large house of a white mage, one who used light magic. Fehade walked towards the wizard, his red eyes glowed with annoyance. The wizard watched him with calm eyes, but Rraezanon felt the wizards fear. The tiefling demon infused circled the mage, almost like a predator would. "Where is the jewel?" He asked again, his voice quiet. His left hand was swathed in a black fog, that crackled with dark energy that he used his magic with. He walked around the wizard, then he was in front of him. "Come on, now, you know how Mara is, so why don't you just tell me where the item is, then I'll make sure to kill you fast and painless." He hissed, a thin, cruel smile played over his face. He and the wizard stood in a wide room, that had a long table in the middle of it, with chairs pulled closely around it. There was no light in the room, except the light from the other rooms, that seeped underneath the two doorways. Fehade looked his normal self, with the spiked up hair hiding his two small horns, and his leathery red tinted skin, and black clothes. Fehade was supposed to have large draconic looking wings, but he had used his alter self spell to rid himself of the nuisance for the time being. The wizard was wearing long white robes, and had long brown hair that was tied back. He stood very still, watching Fehade. The wizard started to use magic, but Fehade saw and was faster. He mumbled the incantation quickly, and pointed his hand at the wizard, whose face paled, and then a black bolt of negative energy shot forth, and hit the wizard in the chest, and he flew back, hitting the wall hard, making it shake. Smiling, the tiefling took a few steps forward. The wizard still lived, but just barely. No matter, he would let him live for the moment, until he from the jewel, then he would kill the man. He turned to one of the doors, and opened it, and more light poured through into the dark room. He strode out into the light, and went to a staircase, but as he was about to go up, a servant of the wizards came down, and when it saw Fehade the woman screamed in fear. Fehade grimaced slightly, then pulled out his dagger and grabbed the womans shoulder quickly and pushed her against a nearby wall, where he then plunged the dagger into her gut. She let out a strangled cry of pain, then Fehade removed the dagger, and let the woman fall to the ground. He stepped over her and to the stairs, which he ran up two at a time, till he reached the top. At the top was a long hallway. Fehade walked down it slowly, opening each door as he went by, till he found the wizards study. He threw the door open wide, and strode in, going straight to the desk, and started looking through everything, drawers, books that may have something in it, and just everything. When the desks contents were all scattered on the floor, Fehade scowled in annoyance. He looked up at the door, then tilted his head slightly to a shelf, something on it had caught his attention. He made his way through the mess he had made, and to the tall shelf and reached up to take hold of a brown envelope. He looked at it, and smiled, then opened it, and let the necklace that he was looking for fall in the palm of his hand. The necklace was a simple silver chain, with a small crystal pendant on it, that gleamed blood red. He slipped the necklace back into the envelope, and slipped it into one of his pouches, then he left the room, and walked down the stairs, taking his time. |
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| Rothardan | Sun Apr 13, 2008 10:01 pm Post #2 |
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"Faster Alatiel, Faster..." The horse thundered through the city and down the streets towards the mansion of a wizard who had triggered one of his silent alarms. At first, Roth thought the wizard was crazy with his invention. All he had to do was step on a stone and a siren would be triggered in the halls of justice. But this was different, this was dangerous. When Roth suited up, his divination spell had triggered and he had seen things in his mind, things that were going to happen soon. Roth had seen the wizard who had triggered the alarm fall like a doll whose strings had just been cut. Someone had attacked him, a robed character who stunk of evil. Now, the paladin was riding his white horse down to the wizards house. He was dressed in his gold and red plate armour, specifically made for him as captain of the guard. Attached to the armour was a red cloak that was really Rothardan's gargoyle cloak dyed red. This cloak would protect him upon command should the need be, by transforming him into a statue of unbreakable stone. To the common eye, Rothardan was nothing more than a red, gold and white blur now. Alataiel was going so fast that people were having trouble focusing on who the rider was. But now Rothardan had reached the mansion, and realised he had arrived too late. Dismounting his horse, Rothardan drew his blade and shield before walking into the house. The front door had been blown off it's hinges, perhaps by some kind of spell, and already there were corpses of a young housemaid who had no mark on her whatsoever, but a look of sheer terror on her face. Rothardan didn't no what spell had been used, but it had either killed her... or scared her to death. Then he heard the commotion and hastened his advance. He ran towards the staircase where the commotion was coming from, and then he heard something falling down the stairs. Another young woman, falling down each step with a bump. Rothardan caught her and examined her quickly. She was dead, a wound to the stomach by a bladed weapon had hurt her severley, but her neck had been broken by the fall. The paladin propped her up on the stairs so she wasn't laying there like a piece of meat and muttered a quick prayer for her as he looked up the staircase. Sword in one hand, shield in the other, Rothardan walked up the stairs carefully and heard footsteps coming down. These footsteps were coming down in a calm pace, meaning that they were walking. Then someone came into view. He was a black clothed man with red leathery skin, and two horns that were almost covered completely by his black messy hair. Rothardan knew that this man was a demon hybrid, and immediately his detect evil senses began to thunder. The paladin knew exactly who this was, he had faced him before in combat and lost due to an error on the paladin's hindsight. Fehade. He had tried to murder a young woman, who since had fled Taras under Rothardan's watchful eye, and was now somewhere in hiding where no-one knew. Rothardan had travelled with her for two whole weeks, on ship and by horse, taking her to a safe haven. She was safe now, occasionally Rothardan would hear from her via letter, but she had forgotten about him now. Rothardan cleared such memories from his head and entered a battle position. He took a form that was useful on steep terrain, a defensive stance that protected his body. Staring at Fehade, he knew that there was no-way of reasoning with him. "You aren't going to win Fehade," spoke Roth from beneath his closed golden helm, his voice silent with rage. Two dead, possibly more... Roth would make sure that the demon would be banished to the underworld for this. |
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| Fehade | Mon Apr 14, 2008 6:21 pm Post #3 |
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Fehade continued down the stairs, but as he calmly went down he heard a noise, the sound of feet coming up the stairs. A thin, cruel smile spread over his face, and his eyes gleamed the color of blood, wanting to see more blood. He touched the pouch that the necklace was in, then his right hand gripped his strange looking katana, that had demonic symbols carved into the hilt. His hand gripped it tightly, in eagerness. His left hand grew a black mist around it again, crackling with dark energy. Fehade went down a couple more steps, then he stopped, seeing the knight there. The knight that Fehade had heard coming wore red and gold armor, with a red cape. Fehade looked him over, and sensed a disgusting holy aura, and frowned as if it was a terrible smell, but his smile soon returned, as he somehow felt something familiar about this paladin. "You aren't going to win Fehade," Then he realized who it was, it must have been that paladin, that stopped Fehade from trying to kill Mara, which made him angry for a while, since now he was often on jobs to do for Mara, mainly gathering things she needed. "You must be Rothardan, the new Captain of the Taras Guard. And a nuisance you are. I've listened to a thief one day who was complaining how no one can get away with anything nowadays, as I hear." He said, then grinned wider, as he now caressed his katana. "I think Mara is even a little frightened to come here now. I doubt you remember her though, that woman you saved from me. I wish you hadn't interfered. She would have been better off dead, now I'm always sent to do her dirty work for her." He said, and glanced at right hand, his black glove having fresh, sticky blood on it. He then looked at the paladin again, and shrugged. "But I don't mind, if it means destroying your little city and getting power, I'm fine with it." He said, and gripped his katana, then stopped, and grimaced. "You should let me know when you plan to ruin my plans, so next time I can bring Lazamrariel." He said, speaking of his demonic sword. He then pulled out his katana, and looked at it, as if examining the blade. After a second, he looked up at the paladin. "Now, let us begin, paladin. If I don't deliver this to Mara soon, she'll have my soul, and that won't be fun." He said, and got into a battle position on the stairs, one that was comfortable for him for this battle, and odd angle. "Better hurry too, Captain, the wizard doesn't have much longer." He hissed, his voice sleek with cruelty. |
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| Rothardan | Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:54 pm Post #4 |
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As he stared down at Fehade through his closed helm, Rothardan got ready for a fight. He remembered that the dark being used to like goading and taunting the paladin, trying to distract him from doing his job. So Roth braced himself for whatever rubbish Fehade was going to say. "You must be Rothardan, the new Captain of the Taras Guard. And a nuisance you are. I've listened to a thief one day who was complaining how no one can get away with anything nowadays, as I hear." Rothardan allowed himself a small smirk of satisfaction, yes he had heard that as well from every crook and scum bag in the city. The citizens on the other hand had been praising the Taras Guard for it's low crime and how citizens could walk the street at night without being accosted. "I think Mara is even a little frightened to come here now. I doubt you remember her though, that woman you saved from me. I wish you hadn't interfered. She would have been better off dead, now I'm always sent to do her dirty work for her." Mara? The name hit Rothardan in the heart. Mara, the woman who he had saved from death? Rothardan saw images flash before his eyes of a beautiful moon-elf who had needed help. Rothardan had saved her life, she was safe now in a disclosed location. No. Fehade was lying, Rothardan forced himself to remember that Fehade would be trying to rouse a reaction. He would not get one. "But I don't mind, if it means destroying your little city and getting power, I'm fine with it. You should let me know when you plan to ruin my plans, so next time I can bring Lazamrariel." "There will be wanted posted all over the city with your face on it Fehade," replied Rothardan, "When I've finished here, you'll never set foot in any civilisation again... not when I'm through with you." Fehade pulled out his Katana and got ready, placing himself in a battle stance. Rothardan was ready and waiting to defend himself. Though Fehade was at a disadvantage, since he would have to attack downwards and could be pulled down in an instant. Rothardan would keep that option. "Now, let us begin, paladin. If I don't deliver this to Mara soon, she'll have my soul, and that won't be fun." "What soul?" replied Rothardan. "Better hurry too, Captain, the wizard doesn't have much longer." The wizard was still alive? Rothardan knew he hadn't had much time then. So he struck with a diagonal slash that was aimed the dark warrior's midsection. The katana was a good weapon, but only on a level ground. Here, Fehade would be at a disadvantage unless he could pull something out of his hat. |
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| Fehade | Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:52 pm Post #5 |
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"There will be wanted posted all over the city with your face on it Fehade, when I've finished here, you'll never set foot in any civilisation again... not when I'm through with you." He smiled cruelly, his eyes gleaming with a eerie pleasure. "Isn't there already posters up for me? Or haven't you put any up since the last time we met? Sides, who knows whose gonna win here... celestial infused, against demon infused... this should be a interesting battle." He said, and cocked his head slightly, and looked at Rothardan. He needing to get off this staircase. It would be better to fight the paladin in a wider place, like in a different room or something, then Fehade could use his second katana that hung on his right side. "I remember last time, I beat you. Even a fool knows not to lose attention on your prisoners, but I wouldn't have won no matter what. Paladins are weak, humans are weak, you are weak." He hissed out each word with malice, his evil smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His unholy aura seemed to grow stronger around him, and his left hand that was still covered in the dark fog crackled more, and the tiefling felt dark magic surging through him. "What soul?" Fehade smiled thinly at that, and inside he heard Rraezanon's voice yelling at Fehade to kill the paladin. Then Rothardan attack, slashing towards his midsection. He brought his katana up, and blocked the attack, then he put some force into pushing the others sword away with his own, then brought it around and slashed up in a swift movement to hopefully hit the captains side, and hoped that it would hit a soft spot on the armor, like a crack in the others plate mail. The tiefling hated to fight people who wore plate mail, it was a little frustrating. "Come on, Captain, your so great, so why aren't I down yet? Just think, when I win this, how will the people of this pathetic city think of you? Imagine their disappointed looks when they find out I, a mere demon-infused tiefling, still on the loose." He said, and smiled, and used he would be able to see the paladins face, to see if that had effect. With his left hand he touched the pouch again, hoping the necklace won't manage to fall out. Mara had told him that she desperately needed this, something for a dark spell she had said, and if he delivered it to her safely, then she would teach him a few more spells, and most likely help him find his sisters. |
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| Rothardan | Wed Apr 16, 2008 6:46 am Post #6 |
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"Come on, Captain, your so great, so why aren't I down yet? Just think, when I win this, how will the people of this pathetic city think of you? Imagine their disappointed looks when they find out I, a mere demon-infused tiefling, still on the loose." "Imagine your master's angry look when they find out you let the purse go through your fingers..." retorted Roth. Fehade had parried Roth's strike and returned with his own. But Roth had also managed to parry the strike quite easily, as he was on the lower ground, and broke off the two blades meeting. Then, with an outstretched hand, he used his telekinesis to take the pouch that Fehade had been messing with and place it in his own hand. The pouch quickly zoomed across the small space between Roth and Fehade, entering the paladin's hand. With a grin, Roth placed the pouch in his bag of never-ending space that was always hanging on his side and then got to thinking about how to get the mage out of there. Unfortunately for Fehade, Roth could see a little area behind the dark creature that was perfect for teleporting on. And so he did, with a small flash Rothardan used his blink spell to teleport behind Fehade. No sooner did he land did the paladin launch a savage kick to Fehade's back, in hopes of knocking the dark creature down the stairs and doing some damage. The guards were already outside and had surrounded the area, all it would take now was for Roth to finish this fight. |
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| Fehade | Wed Apr 16, 2008 3:13 pm Post #7 |
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"Imagine your master's angry look when they find out you let the purse go through your fingers..." He didn't understand what the paladin meant, until their blades hit, and Fehad's pouch was suddenly in the air, and now in the paladins hands. He stared, his face twisting with anger. Mara wasn't going to be happy about this, she needed it for an important spell she kept saying. If Fehade didn't get it back, then who knows what Mara would do, and even the tiefling is frightened of her when she gets angry, seeing as Mara barely ever gets angry, or just never shows it. Then right before he could do anything, Rothardan suddenly disappeared. He looked where the paladin was just at, then heard something behind him so he turned quickly, but he was suddenly kicked and he fell to the stairs, losing his balance, and he fell down the stairs hard. When at the bottom, he breathed hard, mainly in anger, ignoring most of the pain, but then part of him welcomed it. "Fool... Mara's going to kill you once she finds out you have what she wants." He said quietly. He staggered to his feet, his eyes glaring hard at Rothardan. He had dropped his katana in the fall, luckily he had a second. He reached for the katana on his right side."I'm not gonna go down that easy, captain." He hissed. He had a bruise on the side of his face, but it was hard to see, with his red tinted skin. He pulled out his second katana, and wondered where his first one, Aparul was? But no matter. "I sort of hope you do win, captain, then my master will have the pleasure of ending your pathetic life." He then smiled his twisted smile. "Think of that... unbearable pain, for hours till she finally lets you die, no, maybe she'll capture your soul, and then raise you from the dead to serve her, she has been talking about needing some bodyguards, or she'll just keep your soul trapped forever." He liked all those ideas, but hoped Mara didn't decide to do that to him if he goes back without the necklace. |
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| Rothardan | Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:45 pm Post #8 |
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Rothardan watched as Fehade took a tumble down the stairs and landed heavily upon the ground floor. The pouch was his now and completely secured against any form of attack. Fehade would not be getting his hands on it, no matter what it was. But the real clincher of the situation was where Fehade was standing, for if the dark warrior knew what was going to happen then he would have moved straight away. Rothardan concentrated and got to the task at hand. As usual, Fehade tried to use his ego to get out of the situation. "Fool... Mara's going to kill you once she finds out you have what she wants." Rothardan blotted out that sentance, Mara wasn't the one responsible. She was safe and secure, away being looked after by some contacts the paladin had met. Fehade got to his feet and staggered like a drunk. "I'm not gonna go down that easy, captain." Rothardan looked straight at Fehade, locking eyes with him. But his mind was still at the task at hand, and he hoped that Fehade would stay put. If he moved, it would all be for nothing and Rothardan could be too late in rescuing the mage who was in trouble. "I sort of hope you do win, captain, then my master will have the pleasure of ending your pathetic life. Think of that... unbearable pain, for hours till she finally lets you die, no, maybe she'll capture your soul, and then raise you from the dead to serve her, she has been talking about needing some bodyguards, or she'll just keep your soul trapped forever." It was finally over. The task had been completed and all Rothardan needed to do was bring it all down. He stared at Fehade and then sheathed his blade, taking a relaxed stance as if he was talking to an old friend. There was no more threat anymore, Rothardan had it all under control. "Well, I have a mage to save and then I'll come back and make the arrests. So why don't you stay here and mutter to yourself about how your master is going to steal your soul when they find out you're a failure. Perhaps whilst you do that, you can mull over how you're going to get the heavy chandelier of you, it must weigh a ton." Rothardan used his telekinesis, the only thing holding up the priceless glass and silver chandelier that was hanging above Fehade, and brought the whole thing crashing down. Using his telekinesis, the paladin sped up the fall so that if Fehade managed to get away from it, it would block off his path to the upstairs. As quick as he could, the paladin ran up the stairs and listened to the panting and wheezing from the room ahead of him. He went in to find the mage, who looked as he had been gravely injured. Something had burned him severely, and the paladin got straight to work using his greater heal spell immediately. This mage would die soon if Rothardan didn't get him the right medical attention. |
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| Fehade | Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:02 am Post #9 |
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He glared at the captain, his red eyes burning with anger. He was annoyed nothing of what he had said did anything to the paladin, well, at least Fehade didn't think he did anything, but maybe he did, if only he could tell. He would have said more things about Mara and stuff, to see if that would cause anything, but somehow doubted that, but his thoughts seemed scattered as to how to get that necklace back, and it didn't help with having Rraezanon continuing to shriek in the back of his head, telling Fehade to just kill the paladin, but just as he was about to move, he heard Rothardan speaking, and that stopped him, and stunned him at what the paladin said last. He glanced up, eyes growing wide, not with fear though, but with anger. Just as the chandelier crashed on him, he gave the paladin the same look Fehade's father always gave him, a cruel, icy glare, his eyes bursting with inner fire of hatred. The chandelier fell fast, and hard. Fehade threw his arms over his head to protect himself as much as possible, he knew he had no chance of escape, so he didn't bother to try and move. His legs buckled with the weight of the chandelier, and forced him to the ground where he then laid sprawled underneath the heavy chandelier. He blacked out for about three minutes from the pain, and shock of this happening, but he woke up to something nipping at his hair and pulling it. He opened his eye, and tried to move, but couldn't. He looked up, and saw a small faerie dragon there, staring down at him with its oddly dark eyes. "Malie..." He grumbled, and tried to move again with little success. Malie, the faerie dragon belonged to Mara. Fehade remembered catching the little creature in a trap, and giving it to Mara, mainly as a thank-you for healing him from his severe wounds he got from his father Hakri. The faerie dragon pranced around his head, and screeched quietly to the tiefling in a questioning way. "Dumb dragon, the paladin has the necklace now. Mara should have come here herself, then she can be the one stuck under this damn chandelier." He hissed coldly at the faerie dragon, who went off a little ways, then sat down, staring at Fehade, in almost the same why Mara does when he fails. He grimaced, and struggled underneath the chandelier, again with no success. He glared out at Malie. "Help would be nice!" He snapped, but all the dragon did, was watch with a disappointed look in its eyes. |
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| Rothardan | Wed Apr 23, 2008 9:57 pm Post #10 |
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((Sorry for the long wait. Writers block)) The Greater Heal spell did its work and the mage got to his feet. Immediately, he took a worried look as he looked at the paladin with such fear. "The Jewel..." he began. "Calm down sir," interrupted Rothardan, "I have the jewel, Fehade is beaten. Everything is fine." The mage looked somewhat relieved at this and Rothardan smiled, for once he had a win. He would not let Fehade get away, there were too many questions that needed answering. Who was Fehade working for? Why did they need the jewel? What did he have planned up his sleeve? Rothardan needed to know these questions, for if Taras was under threat then he had to take preparations immediately. So Rothardan walked over to one of the windows in the room and opened it. He whistled a special whistle that was known only to Taras Guards. In under 30 seconds, the place was swarming with chain mailed city guards who were armed to the teeth with swords and spears. Fehade was going to prison, there was no doubt about it. Rothardan led down the mage and saw Fehade trapped underneath the chandelier, grunting and groaning as he tried to move. It was no use, he was pinned to the ground and Rothardan was going to keep it that way. Half a dozen guards came pouring into the room and the paladin waved his hands, muttering an ancient celestial command word. The air began to shimmer and the paladin could feel his alter-self spell fade away as the anti-magic field was in place. No magic could be used within a 50ft radius of the area. As a result, Rothardan was now in his solar form. His silver skin seemed to shine from the lights in the house as the paladin looked at Fehade. "Take him away, lock him in the prisons... maximum security...." commanded Rothardan. |
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