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| Fefnir | Wed Jul 9, 2008 7:26 pm Post #1 |
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Fefnir walked through the forest, holding an orb of white light in his right hand. He held the orb high above his head, illuminating the forest around him, though it did no good. Even the light of the pale moon could not penetrate the thick cover given by the dark trees. The boy was sixteen, standing at about six feet tall, with sandy hair. His brow was covered with sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. He used his free left hand to push branches aside and swat away the occasional spider. As he went, the spiders became more frequent, and larger. It had been four days since he had last been in a town, a nice hospitable one at that. It had been sad to leave them, but nobody there could teach him, and Fefnir refused to settle. He would become the best. But now, lost in the dark forest, surrounded by unnaturally large spiders, Fefnir was beginning to wonder why the hell he had ever left home. What was so bad about being a farmer? It couldn't have been any worse than being lost in this forest. The boy's legs screamed in protest with every step, begging him to stop, but he continued on. Eventually, he was tripped by a stray tree root, hidden in the dead foliage that littered the forest. The moment he hit the ground, the orb of light which he had held dissipated, leaving him alone in the dark forest. Flipping himself over to stare at the thick leaves above him, the boy snapped. Frustration and anger getting to him, he let out a scream that echoed throughout the forest, bouncing off every tree, bush, and flower. |
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| Eliel | Wed Jul 9, 2008 7:57 pm Post #2 |
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Eliel walked through the woods silently, one hand on the neck of his umbra kitten, Gwen. Sure, she was still a kitten, but even so she was as big as a panther. She led him through the darkness, following a strange light up ahead. Eliel moved swiftly, drow-made cloak brushing against the forest floor, scimitar bouncing against his leg. He was nearing the source when the light was extinguished, making the boy yell into the night. Eliel frowned and held back Gwen, whose predator instincts told her the boy was making a challenge. Eliel used their telepathic connection to calm her, make her stay at his side. From a pack he produced a rusty red lantern, setting it on a rock. Eliel waited as a ghost floated from it and took the handle, lighting the area with a soft ghostly light. The spirit followed his every step, lighting his way to the boy. Gwen left his side and circled around, to the other side of the boy, to flank him in case he turned out to be something else. He drew his newest sword, the rapier made by the star elves, and pointed it towards him. The ghost entered the area and the small section was flooded with soft light, revealing Eliel and Gwen. |
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| Fefnir | Wed Jul 9, 2008 8:14 pm Post #3 |
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The boy laid there, staring into the darkness above him, when he heard a rustling in the leaves around him. As he lifted his head, the ghostly light entered his vision, illuminating the world with its eerie light. The first thing the boy saw was the tip of a sword. Jumping up a bit, the boy scrambled backwards, sliding along the ground. A few feet away, the boy pushed himself off the ground and pulled out his sword in one deft move. "Who are you? W-what do you want?" he asked, his voice shaking a little bit. Fefnir's heart was racing, the blood racing through his body, adrenaline being poured into his veins. He took a step back, only to bump into the man's panther. Yelping, he jumped away from the creature, facing the man and his pet, his sword held out in front of him. The metal blade gleamed dully with the light of the ghost lantern, shining onto the dark brown bark of the trees around Fefnir. There was no breeze to ruffle the boy's hair, nor to cool his face, nor to disturb his black cloak. Everything was silent, motionless, as if the forest was holding its breath to see what happened next... |
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| Eliel | Wed Jul 9, 2008 8:38 pm Post #4 |
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Eliel smiled a little at his reaction. The boy thought to fight him? If he tried anything, Eliel would stop it. Immediately. He looked at him calmly and sheathed his sword, gauntlets on just in case. Gwen sat behind him, watching the boy carefully. “Put your sword away, boy. I don't think you're in a position to ask questions. What are you doing out here on your own?” He asked curiously. The boy seemed much too young to survive on his own. Even if he had a sword, it didn't matter. It could have been something much worse than Eliel and Gwen to find the boy out here in the darkness. “I am Eliel. And I am merely traveling. As I am fit to do so on my own.” He looked the boy up and down. Surely he wasn't skilled enough with that blade to do any real harm? “Say. How old are you, boy?” ((Lol, sorry it's short)) |
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| Fefnir | Wed Jul 9, 2008 8:47 pm Post #5 |
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Fefnir didn't sheath his sword, but kept it held firmly in his hands. He'd beaten all of his brothers when they played the sword fighting game back at home. Truthfully, it was nothing like an actual fight, considering the fact that the game was played with sanded wood swords. But the idea was the same, and Fefnir had gotten good. He had once beaten all three of his brothers at once. Fefnir was still breathing heavily, his eyes darting backwards every so often to look at the large cat. It sat there, its fur gleaming in the ghostly light, watching him. Regaining some of his composure, he stood up straighter, the sword still in his hand. "What does it matter to you why I'm out here?" he asked, practically spitting out the words. He immediately regretted it. This man had a sword, not too much of a problem, he could hold his own... hopefully. But more worrying was the large cat that sat behind Fefnir... Who knew what that thing could do to him? Slowly, he spoke again. "I'm travelling..." he said slowly, each word being forced out of his mouth. |
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| Eliel | Thu Jul 10, 2008 3:41 pm Post #6 |
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Eliel sighed. “Boy, there's much worse that could have found you. I'd suggest sheathing your sword. You can't accomplish anything fighting with me.” He sighed, then drew his rapier. “Unless, of course, you'd like to see how outmatched you are. I could most definitely help you see how much you have yet to learn to survive Imythess.” He said coolly, looking up and down his blade. Eliel chuckled. “Don't worry. Gwen won't attack unless I say so. Or you attack me in an unfair way. Think of her as a referee.” He smiled at the thought. “In any case, it seems you need to be taught to respect your elders, as it seems I am nearly three hundred years older than you.” He put one arm behind his back and his sword before him, challenging him. “I will not harm you. Just want to see how ready you are.” Eliel smiled at him cheerily. He would enjoy this. |
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| Fefnir | Thu Jul 10, 2008 4:09 pm Post #7 |
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For the first time, Fefnir got a good look at the man in front of him. He had hair as white as the snow that fell in the winter, but his skin was black as the night sky. His eyes were black as an abyss, but glittered gold with hidden knowledge and power. Fefnir shifted in his stance, adjusting his grip on the sword. A slight breeze found its way through the forest, brushing through the boy's hair and making his cloak billow. "I don't want any trouble, sir," he said, practically spitting out the last word. A scowl was on Fefnir's face as he looked at the man holding the rapier. What was this man's problem? He sneaks up on him, points a sword to his face, and decides the boy is being difficult! His breathing was slow now, deep and deliberate. "And anyway," he said, looking the man up and down once more, "you don't look three hundred years older than me..." The truth was, in the small village where Fefnir grew up, they hadn't seen much anything other than humans. He knew about elves and the such, but the stories he had heard seemed more like fairy tales. Creatures that lived for hundreds of years? Living in trees, undetected? Little people that mined mountains? It just all seemed to far fetched. |
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| Eliel | Thu Jul 10, 2008 5:06 pm Post #8 |
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Eliel smiled as the boy seemed to get a look at him. That would be part of why he had shown so much disrespect. Eliel truly wasn't much used to it, as not many people picked a fight with a drow. Eliel smiled as he spat out his words. He even tried being disrespectful when he knew about the drow. “Of course I wouldn't look it. Elves age much much more slowly than humans and such. We're nearly immortal, compared to human lifespans.” He smiled at him, sword lowering, tip to the ground. If he made any moves, Eliel could simply cage him until he got the boy's word. The drow smiled at the boy. “I'm not your enemy here, human, nor do I want to be. I don't want any trouble either, but a spar could hardly be called trouble, can it? Hell, I could help you with your swordsmanship. There's no need to make enemies. I doubt you've gotten any real swordplay. Maybe you can do some 'fancy' swordwork with someone who hasn't picked up a blade in their life, but I can help with that. What do you say?” He asked. Eliel saw nothing wrong with the offer, he was offering help at no cost to the boy. Sword practice with a drow? How rarely would that offer come up? Besides, the only way to improve himself was to go over the basics with a better understanding of them. By helping the boy, he could help himself. |
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| Fefnir | Thu Jul 10, 2008 6:25 pm Post #9 |
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Fefnir, stood up a bit straighter, his blade beginning to point downwards. He wanted to spar? Well... How good could he be? He thought back to his time at home, play fighting with his brothers. If he could beat all three of his brothers, he could stand a chance against this guy. Hell, when he'd convinced his father to try, Fefnir had almost beaten him. And his father had been in the army. Fefnir sighed, staring into the Drow's black, gleaming eyes. Moving the sword from his right had to his left, the boy extended his now empty hand. "A sparring match it is..." he said, a little bit worried. Sparring with real weapons? The could get ugly very quickly. And with that panther, it was almost sure to get ugly. Something about the way the drow spoke made Fefnir distrust him. Perhaps the way his voice seemed to bend and twist as it passed through his mind. Regardless, Fefnir had the sneaking suspicion that this man had something up his sleeve. A light crunching noise could be heard from beyond the trees, just beyond the reach of the ghostly light. If one looked, a blur of movement could be seen, followed only by silence and stillness... They were not alone in this forest. |
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| Eliel | Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:33 pm Post #10 |
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Eliel switched sword hands and shook the boy's firmly, backing up to take his defensive position. Eliel put away his rapier and drew forth his scimitar, a more familiar weight to him, liking the heavier damage and confusing curves of the Drow Scimitar. The blade itself was a beauty, glistening black steel. The razor edge shone, serrated back making a deadly tool. Eliel wore it as if it were more than a tool however, the way he held it suggested it was more of another limb, an extension of his arm rather than a weapon. He knew every angle, every twist and curve. This sword was him essentially. Eliel chuckled. “After you, boy.” His ears perked as he heard the sound, elven ears sensing a cracking noise. |
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| Fefnir | Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:57 pm Post #11 |
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Fefnir returned the sword to his right hand and backed up, each step crackling as he crushed dead leaves beneath his boots. Once he had distanced himself from the man, Fefnir turned around, taking up an offensive position. He held his left hand out. Suddenly, an orb of light appeared in his hand, and, holding it in front of him, Fefnir charged at the man, swinging his sword at the drow. After his attack, the boy would jump backwards, the sword held ready. Who knew what that man was going to do? Off in the forest, twigs cracked and more leaves crinkled under the weight of watchers. There was a small crowd amassing around the pair, but it was not human. Every single one of them stayed outside the reach of the ghostly light, watching the pair with strange interest. Sharp eyes would be able to detect hundreds of red eyes staring from the bushes, waiting, watching... And not only were those hundreds watching, but more kept appearing, traveling from far and wide to converge on this area. By this point, the two men and the panther were surrounded. Nobody would escape. The forest would not permit it. A slight wind passed through the trees, the forest whispered. |
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| Erolam | Fri Jul 11, 2008 3:49 pm Post #12 |
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Eliel sighed as the boy made for a clumsy attack. Given, the light was an idea, but considering it's brightness was rather dimmed by the ghost's light. His scimitar shone as it blocked the boy's attacks with ease. The boy jumped back instead of keeping his position, sometimes a fatal move considering how much balance and swordsmanship you lose while jumping. Backwards especially. While he would still be off-balance, Eliel pressed him with an offensive, blade seeming to curve and swing in in impossible ways. He continued his flurry of attacks, the boy's light reflecting off the black steel of Eliel's blade. The drow noticed the sounds, not truly focusing his thoughts on the spar. He was preparing himself for whatever might come after them. He and Gwen could handle themselves, but would this be the boy's first real fight? He'd like to think not but nothing he had said proved otherwise. Gwen moved from her position, turning her back to the two, watching those outside. She sent him a mental warning and Eliel told her he knew. Eliel's scimitar came in at the boy in a wide arc, turning up and slicing upwards at the last second. ((sorry, wrong alt lol)) |
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| Fefnir | Fri Jul 11, 2008 4:14 pm Post #13 |
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Fefnir did not notice the sounds around him, focusing completely on the man before him. When the drow came in for an attack, he held his sword up, hoping to parry. But the blade flew through the air with surprising speed, a shining black blur closing in on the boy. Swinging his sword, the boy managed to block an attack or two, but he was not nearly fast enough to block all of them. Each blow was a slap of cold metal, on his arm, leg, chest, side, hip... It seemed like the blade was a hand, simply groping the boy as it saw fit. Battered, he allowed the light in his hand to extinguish, becoming a ball of light mist before dissipating into the air. The final attack was the only thing that cut anything, leaving a gash in the boy's abdomen. Nothing serious, but enough to leave a scar, a memoir of the day he sparred with a drow. "Enough, enough..." he said, falling to his knees. Reckless as he was, even this boy knew when he was beaten. But he would not be left. The smell of blood in the air, the creatures that surrounded them could contain themselves no longer. From all sides, a massive wave of giant, hairy spiders surged forth, hungry for flesh. They ranged from the size of a newborn babe, to as large as a full grown horse, trampling everything in its path. They ran forth, closing in on Eliel, Fefnir, and the panther, screaming for blood in shrill, unearthly pitches. And so it began... |
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| Eliel | Fri Jul 11, 2008 4:29 pm Post #14 |
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Eliel stopped when the boy asked, he was going to stop anyhow, he had drawn first blood. Eliel sheathed his scimitar, drawing his rapier. With all the opponents, he was going to need speed. He looked at one pair of eyes and muttered to the boy. “Get your sword up. You'll need it.” Then the spiders attacked. For a second, Eliel was paralyzed, not sure of what to do. Certain experiences with spiders had left him with a few scars and killed his sister, giving her nearly half a century of torture to endure. Of torture. Eliel felt a fury he had long buried, the huge spiders reminding him of the cursed by lolth, the driders who used his sister for a breeder for so long. He stopped in cool anger. “Gwen! Cover my back!” He yelled to the Umbra, and she nodded, bounding to his side. She could prove a help in this fight. One spider was coming towards the wounded boy from behind. Eliel cursed and whipped his sword out to point at the beast. He spoke a single word, inscribed on the blade in tiny lettering. A light shot from the blade and encased the spider, trapping it in an unescapable cage. “Boy! Here!” he said, throwing him an ivory-colored chesspiece. A bishop. Eliel said the word and it grew into a full-sized man, real. The man cast heal on the boy, then a bless spell. Eliel turned to the oncoming horde and pulled out his wand, aiming at the spiders and beginning his incantation. For the first time in nearly three years, he would have to deplete the thing. |
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| Fefnir | Fri Jul 11, 2008 5:13 pm Post #15 |
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Fefnir pushed himself up when the drow yelled to him. From every side, spiders poured towards them, jaws clicking with thirst and hunger. Another yell, and the drow threw something at the boy. Catching it, he saw that he held... a chesspiece. Ivory, and of fine quality, it shone in the light given by the ghost. Before he could question the drow's sanity, the bishop began to glow and exploded into a full sized man. The bishop looked at Fefnir and held out a hand, palm facing the boy. All of a sudden, the gash on his front was gone, healed completely. Then, as if touched by the gods, he felt something within him. Suddenly, he felt ten times stronger than he'd ever felt, the ability to do great things coursing through his veins. A grin on his face, the boy tightened his grip on the sword in his hand, running towards the nearest spider. Screaming, he slashed his sword, beheading the creature, his sword now stained with green blood. A demonic hiss escaped the beast's headless body before it fell to the ground. The boy slashed his sword left and right, hitting spiders with every swing. It felt as if he could do no wrong. He let out a laugh, filled with a strange pleasure He was enjoying this. Running forward, he jumped onto a spider, sitting on its back. It bucked and rolled, trying to make the boy fall off, but to no avail. Years of living on a farm had given this boy a steady grip. Sword in hand, he drove the blade into the creature's head. Jumping down, he saw the drow, speaking to his sword. "What's the matter? You're not gonna let me have all the fun, are you?" |
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