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Destroyed Hope; private, drake topic
Topic Started: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:28 am (961 Views)
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Ethari took long heavy steps, forcing his weary legs to lift high enough to the next boulder in step. He was exhausted, only a few days of travel in the Dragon Spine mountains had greatly depleted his energy. But what he lacked in physical strength and endurance, he made up for in will. It had been a long while since he had travelled the wilderness. The past few months he had spent locked in a academic school of magic, trying his hardest to master the epic spell of Summon Angelic Being. He had managed to master the spell, but it took longer than he expected. He thought his life was at an all time high, his best friends, Hecate and Saeborn, just announced that they were lovers, and he was glad for them. In fact, he had never felt better. But after a few months of training, he learned some dark knowledge. An evil witch, by the name of Hecate had taken up residency in the Calmonah forest.

Fearing the worst, he visited where the witch was thought to be. Sure enough, it was Hecate. And even worse, she claimed to kill her ex lover, Saeborn. Ethari was shocked, and fled immediately, forcing himself into study of his epic spell, trying to ignore the tragic news that his bests friends were evil, or dead. He spent a even longer time trying to master the Angelic being spell, but he was so filled with dread that he couldn't muster the positive energy required to call the beings of pure good. Eventually he managed to master the spell, but was still overcome with grief. Sorrow overwhelmed him, but Ethari was glad when a group of rangers approached him to take notes on the powerful fang dragon of Dragon spine mountains. He agreed readily, and was also informed, if at all possible, he should retrieve an egg as well. He immediately pledged to push himself beyond his limits and capture the egg, despite the overwhelming odds the fang drakes presented.

An echo of nearby tumbling stones brought Ethari back to attention. He used his free hand to shield himself from a mini avalanche of pebbles cascading from the cliff above. He let out a gasp, no doubt the pebbles was foreboding of a much larger scale avalanche. He yanked out his wand from his pocket, holding himself to the cliff with one hand, his wand aimed above with the other. Sure enough, a large amount of small and medium size rocks fell from the cliff, and one extremely large rock. They were all headed for the mage, clinging on for dear life to the side of the mountain, only a few feet from the safety of a level edge.

Ethari closed his eyes for a brief moment, praying for the best, and opened them, his entire being radiating powerful magic energy. He cast the Propel spell, creating a massive burst of air from his wand. The air moved as such magnificent speed that it was visible to the naked eye, distorting images around him. The rocks were sent flying upward, and as gravity pulled them back down, were sent flying a little ways away from Ethari, tumbling down the remainder of the cliff. Ethari was shocked at the magnitude of the spell and sheer power he had created. He even laughed to himself for a while. All his training with epic spells had allowed him to greatly misconstrue the amount of mana such a simple spell would require. But at least he was alive, but he was left wondering, what would have caused that avalanche?

His heart began to race. It had to be an extremely large creature, a huge one in fact, and the only huge creature in the Dragon spine mountains that didn't travel by flight would be the Fang Drakes that he was searching for! Eagerly, he scrambled up the remainder of the cliff, yanking himself up the side, eagerly awaiting what he would see. Unfortunately, it was barren, no creature in sight.

With a sigh, Ethari plopped down on a nearby boulder, disappointed in his ability. He must have lost the creature, it could be days before another potential spotting. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. A fleeting green tail, headed down a small brown hill to a more open section of the mountain top. Ethari looked a little ways down the mountain. There was a large spring, almost oasis, perched on a nearby mountain. He began to run in the direction he saw the elusive tail. After a few minutes of walking, green grass appeared sparsely through the harsh rock. He must be closer to the spring! With renewed vigor, he picked up his pace, all weariness leaving him, excited for his new chance at adventure.
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Beads of sweat fell from his brow, seeping into the trench like scar going down his face where Hecate’s dagger had marked. Hiding in the underbrush of the lush oasis, Saeborn noticed the large green drake laying at the waters edge, drinking and laying on its side, enjoying itself in the suns brilliance. Moving closer, the half elf stumbled upon a rock which caused him to lose his balance. Although he gaining back his balance, he had made the palm tree leaves rattle because he used it to hold himself up. Startled, the drake got back to its feet, opening his mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth and its huge fangs eager for flesh and blood.

Small and large fragments of bone littered the ground from all of the other fools who had attempted to fight the foul beast. Pulling his bow from the bag that hung from his back, he aimed it directly at the head of the beast. The bow started to glow a faint hue of blue and ice began to cover over the arrow, encasing it in a deadly ice shell. Releasing the arrow from its position, it soared through the air with great power and precision, the humming of the bow string came to a stop, and then the sound of the shatter came. The arrow lay on the ground broken into many different shards of wood, ice, and metal. The drake began to show how powerful it really was, its mighty tail swung, snapping the tall palm trees in half. Thoughts raced through his head, about the drake, its immense power was far greater than the Fey had told him of. This was truly going to be a challenge.

Pulling the chest plate from his bag, the half elf tightened it to his body, its power pulsating through his body. His skin started to turn a shade of gray; the hair on his body began growing longer and spreading around his entire body. His face bones began to crack and shift around, forming the head of a wolf. Although shape shifted, the scar that his former lover had carved still remained. Saeborn’s eyes turned from a dark emerald green to blood red. Sneaking through the long grasses, quietly, the wolf made it to the long narrow path. Following up the path until he was behind the huge drake, Saeborn got into the position to lead on his prey in a surprise attack. Just as he was about to jump, the sound of footsteps came closer and closer until there stood the man he had not seen in years because of his captivity.

The half elf could not believe what he was seeing; Ethari was right next to him. Breaking his stare at Ethari, he looked back and glared for the last time, his red eyes gleaming in the sun like rubies.

Grabbing onto the ledge of the dirt path with his razor sharp claws, the wolf lunged forward, hurling himself off the edge onto the back of the unsuspecting drake. The sharp scales from the drake dug into his skin as he landed, but the pain was nothing compared to what Hecate had done to him. Just the thought of her brought hatred to his mind, making Saeborn more and more angry. Letting out a loud howl, the vicious wolf took his sharp claws and teeth and dug them into the neck of the drake. The creature’s blood spilled from its wounds, making small puddles on the ground. The drake shook its body in a poor attempt to get him off of his back. Clinging to its neck, the wolf stayed, biting its neck harder and harder each time it shook.

Finally he was forced to let go, and thrust onto a tree, hitting the back of his head. Blood covered his hair covered body, making him look redder than the black he originally would. Stinging pain came from the back of his head and chest, making him realize that the blood was not only the drakes but it belonged to the combination of them. Black splotches covered his vision for a second, his head felt as if it was being beat with a mallet. Getting back to his feet, he swiftly charged back at the drake, to find himself thrust back again by its mighty tail.

His body, greatly weakened, lay next to the water. Any moment the drake would pick him up and destroy him, tearing him into bits and licking his sorry bones clean. There was no way he could do this by himself. The Fey had truly sent him to his death place.
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Hecate walked up the side of the mountain, lingering with each step, deliberately moving one foot playfully in front of the other. Being a wanderer, she was familiar with the knowledge of the mountain. One side was harsh and steep, the other lush and relaxed. The steep and precarious side lead to a barren landscape, while the green hilly side led to a beautiful oasis. These two harsh environmental extremes were connected by a long narrow passage, known by local rangers warmly as the Passage of Death. Many a ranger had collapsed down the side of the mountain, greeted by the not so friendly inhabitants of the Dragon Spine Mountains.

She had been traveling for a while, perhaps a week or so, on the prompt of her intuition. Every day, the witch laid out her fortune cards. However, one day, her cards gave her a strong message, with images of opportunity with outcomes of grief or happiness. Being an advocate for grief, Hecate took the opportunity and headed towards were her divination had lead her, which was the top of the Dragon Spine mountains.

As she strolled towards the top, a vision flashed into her mind. Distinct images of violent pitched combat filled her head. Hecate pitched back slightly at the strength of the vision. She quickly recovered, with a smile forming on her lips. Her vision had an inviting quality. She was more than welcome at the fight at the top of the hill. The witch continued her leisurely pace, picking one of the beautiful roses that grew on the side of the mountain. As she made her way up, she plucked the petals one by one. The harsh red contrasted with the verdant green of the thickening grass.

By this time, the sound of roars and growls were more than audible. Before long, the oasis came into view. Suddenly, a large wolf flew across her vision, slamming into the ground near the lake that gave the oasis so much life. A giant fang drake moved menacingly towards the wolf, ready to deliver the final blow. Hecate immediately was harassed by another vision. It was of Saeborn, looking grimly at her with his scarred eye. The vision vanished, revealing the wolf in front of her. The wolf's vivid scar revealed its true nature. Saeborn was fighting the drake.

With a pause, Hecate smiled at the wolf as it glanced her direction. She took her finger, tracing the path of Saeborn's scar with her finger across her own face, smiling a strange so-beautiful-its-hideous smile. With gust of wind, the witch blew the last petal of the rose towards the wolf. The red petal landed in a pile of the wolf's blood, sending small ripples across the pool.

While this eerie encounter ensued, the drake focused its attention on Hecate. The witch, however, was distracted by her audience, for she soon noticed Ethari on the path. She smiled an eerie, confirming smile at the young mage. Before she could do anything more, the drake head butted the witch, sending her flying against a palm tree. The witch collapsed against the tree, quickly rising, scolding herself for not watching her guard.
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Ethari took his last steps along the narrow ridge, carefully avoiding the steep fall if he were to misplace his footing. Despite the nervousness that overwhelmed him, a giddy eagerness was more present inside him. Finally, a chance at adventure, a chance for excitement, a chance for hope! After several more steps, he reached the top of the hill, panting heavily, a smile on his face. It was time for adventure!

The narrow pass was suddenly more grassy, and opened up a serene picture for Ethari. It revealed a large oasis, centered on the mountainous plateau. There was a large lake, made of frequent rainfall, and around it was centered many trees and shrubs. A large portion of the mountain oasis was grassy areas, unimpeded by the many shrubs closer to the oasis. Overall, it was a beautiful, minus the massive drake rampaging across the grassy haven. Just as Ethari peered over the top of the edge, he could make out the massive drake slamming a wolf with his tail, sending it flying, until it hit against a tree. Ethari quickly grabbed his wand, eager to help his fellow combatant (who he could easily tell as a polymorphed humanoid, through magical studies, and use of wolf like polymorphs he had performed with his Wolf Mantle as well)

Just as he mentally abled himself to perform the complex art of summoning magic, a horrific image caught his eye. From the opposite side of the plateau he could make out the sickly form of the witch, Hecate. Her hair was a long black, her skin a grey pale, and her once verdant green eyes were dim. She looked him dead in the eye, and time seemed to stop. Hecate was an amazing diviner, and no doubt she had foreseen this event. She released a single rose petal, which gently floated down towards the ground, finally resting on a puddle of blood, curled forward, forming a tiny raft. Her gaze was pure evil, an almost satirical look gleaming in her eyes. For what seemed like an eternity, his gaze locked with hers.

The drake broke the spell, head butting the witch with his gigantic head, sending her flying towards a tree. Ethari was amazed, she had barely missed the gargantuan fang of the drake. He was unsure if she had foreseen this attack, or it was sheer luck, but either way, she had lived through the attack. Her creepy, demonic gaze never left her face as a thin line of blood leaked from her nose.

Ethari tore his gaze away from hers, pulling his wand forth. "Filthy witch!," he called, magic energy beginning to erupt from him. Pure beams of white energy flowed uncontrolled from his very being, fueled by hatred, and sadness. He flourished his wand, brilliant streaks of thin light forming beautiful runes in the sky, which glowed pale blue, like the perfect sky above them. Ethari closed his eyes, concentrating further. Gleaming white energy erupted from him, the runes exploding in a glorious display of sheer power and perfection.

The lingering light faded away shortly, and in place from the runes stood a brilliant angel, towering forth, a picture of strength and justice. Ethari stumbled forward, drained by casting the epic spell, but amazed at the wonderful outcome of the spell. Ethari feebly lifted his wand at the drake, then the evil witch. The angel nodded, he understood what to do. He drew a massive long sword, and unfolded his wings, and with a powerful pulse, lifted himself in the sky. He rocketed forward, with amazing speed.

He was headed for a direct course for the back of the beast, and was nearing him rapidly. The drake veered around at the commotion, and at the last second, avoided the angel's sword, which was aimed to slash the back of his neck. Instead, the sword was caught in the massive fang of the drake, imbedded only a few inches in its massive tooth. The beast roared in pain, and in quick retaliation, swung his head viciously. The angel gripped his sword and yanked on it, to release it from the tooth, and with the combination of the forceful swinging of the beast, was able to release it from the tooth. Although he was able to do so, he was sent flying, slamming into a tree. Instead of the long fall from where the angel was, he used his wings to gently lower himself, still landing with a forceful thud.

The angel turned his head, next to him was a wolf, caked in blood, his fur a dark black. He knew that this beast was evil. He quickly used his wings to propel himself backwards, landing several feet away from the wolf. After he gained his footing, he surged forward, using the power of his wings to add to his momentum, and aimed to slash at the beast with a mighty blow.
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Pain shot from his head to his toes, making Saeborn scream in pain. After moments of lying at the base of the tree, the wolf finally got the energy to open his eyes, revealing the massive holy angel swinging his sword directly for the heart. Quickly moving over, the wolf managed to avoid the sword just enough that only his hair was cut by the edge of the blade. There on the steep road she stood. For moments the wolf stared at her looking into her eyes, now filled with darkness and pure hatred. She took her finger and traced where she had marked Saeborn, laughing as she did so. Rage flew through his body, the hair on his body began to retract and his bones cracked and hustled back into their original position. He stood up onto solid ground and began to yell towards Hecate ”You foul creature! How dare you show up at this place! You shall pay for everything you have done to me and many others!”.

Runes circled in the air above the summoner, glowing with holy light. A bright flash of light filled the entire oasis, with the sun setting and readying to leave one side of the world for another. Being able to see once again, Saeborn looked to see a large angelic being, standing with his epic sword forged with purely holy and good magic. The sword was carved beautifully; it had not a single flaw. With one might gust of wind, the angel flew from the path and swiftly headed straight for the Fanged Drake. The mighty sword swung through the air, slicing into the tooth of the drake. Finally the angel freed the sword from the tooth but was sent flying by the might blow from the Large Fanged Beast, Landing against a tree right next to the wolf.

Saeborn pulled the colorful card from his pocket, placing it in between his fingers. Thrusting the sword into the air, the card became encased in yellow light. It began to pulse with brilliance, growing larger with every second. A large golden handled sword fell from just above his head and slowly floated into the firm grip of the half elf’s hand.

Charging in the direction of the huge drake and away from the angelic being, Saeborn used his agile body to avoid the drake’s swipes and ran under its body. Lifting his sword as he ran under the beast, he attempted to cut through its softer skin. Its leathery skin proved to be the stronger one, only a small red mark remained. After leaving under the drake the archer did not stop and turn around, instead of running, he leapt around the water, heading straight for Hecate, lying pathetically on the palm. Within seconds, his sword was in the air aimed straight for the face of Hecate. He had hoped to mark her like she had done to him. Hoping to leave her with a reminder of what he was capable of.

Turning around, the half elf found himself suddenly in the jaws of the drake. Focusing on Hecate was foolish of me, Saeborn thought to himself. Avoiding its sharp teeth as much as possible, the half elf took his sword and began slicing away at the tooth of the drake. The beast roared in pain as its tooth was being hacked away bit by bit. Chunks of tooth littered the mouth of the drake as well as blood from when the bowman missed the tooth and hit the gums. As the drake roared, the agile half elf forced his way out of the mouth. Looking back at the angelic being against the tree, he realized that he was in serious trouble. The half elf knew that the angel would not stop until someone was killed or was ordered by his summoner.

Changing his attention to Ethari, the half elf yelled to him ”Ethari! Call him off for if we do not kill this huge beast together, we shall not be victorious at all and we will find ourselves dead and a meal! We shal deal with our personal issues later.”. Asking him for help made Saeborn cringe, for this was not something he did often, especially from someone who is a supporter of the ways of good.
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Hecate smirked to herself as her taunt successfully fired up Saeborn. ”You foul creature! How dare you show up at this place! You shal pay for everything you have done to me and many others!” angrily yelled the half elf. The witch just cackled, throwing her head back. "Poor man!" she said in a voice distant and cruel, very unlike the voice she used to speak to Saeborn in. Before, her voice was cheery, light, almost inspiring, a stark difference to her dismal voice now, twisted from the year of exposure to the dark elements of the Calmonah Forest, "Not only have I destroyed your heart, but apparently your mind as well!" she called out to Saeborn, carefully lifting herself up.

The summoner Ethari cast a powerful spell. A magnificent angel had appeared and thrown itelf into the fray. As soon as that minion had been deported from the combat, an equally as foolish one threw itself in. Saeborn lunged underneath the gigantic fanged drake, his sword slashing into the underbelly of the monster. However, as soon as he exited from beneath the drake, he charged the witch. Hecate, still recovering from the previous head butt, had barely enough time to dodge the fatal attack. However, the sword still cut her, slicing her arm. She clutched her arm in pain, wincing as the sword spilt her blood.

Before she could counterattack or even spit harsh words at the attacking elf, the fanged drake quickly picked up Saeborn. Hecate winced almost happily as she watched her ex-lover get chewed up by the drake. With his skin littered with cuts, gouges, and scratches, the half elf managed to escape the grip of the drake. She could only smile as the cocky young man pleaded to Ethari. She knew he was dying on the inside, admitting to being in trouble was difficult, even more so to a heartless elitist like Saeborn.

Hecate knew now it was her turn to act. She raised up her arms and opened her mouth open wide, ready to scream. But rather than a shrill woman's screech, a hideous nonearthly roar came from all around, piercing the air. Birds from the trees fluttered away startled as the demonic roar filled the oasis. The drake began to shift side to side, dazed at the scream. Her howl had delibitating effects to those with emotions. Evil people seemed not to be affected by the scream, perhaps because of their indifference to other's suffering. However, animals and good adventurers were obviously affected by it. Their concentration was lessened by the hideous howl.

The drake was now open to attack. With a point of her finger, Hecate launched a black bolt at the monster. It let out a howl (not nearly as frightening and malicious as Hecate's spell) as the negative energy seeped into its body, sapping its health. She then turned to Ethari, her outstretched arm pointed at him. She paused there, pointing at him. She attempted to capture his attention, with her eyes set to sear his soul. She channeled all her darkness, sending it through a link she hoped to create. Her wild and frenzied eyes were prepared to give him her Dark Omen, a witch's curse that could prove fatal to the summoner. "Help? This isn't a team fight boys, this is a free for all!" she said with a laugh. And with that comment, she launched a black bolt at the summoner, grinning all the while.



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Ethari panted heavily, listening intently to the words being shared between the witch and the Elf. You foul creature! How dare you show up at this place! You shall pay for everything you have done to me and many others!," Saeborn yelled, a menacing grimace on his face. "Not only have I destroyed your heart, but apparently your mind as well!," the new, evil Hecate retaliated, an demonic smile forming on her face.

The elf darted under the belly of the massive fang drake, lifted his sword to cut the monsters belly. He intended the blow to be fatal, but the monster was extremely tough. The sword cut left a mere trail of blood, similar to a paper cut on a human. Saeborn continued to run, heading towards Hecate, and giving her a swift cut on her arm. The beast was still infuriated, despite the lack of overall damage, and he scooped up the elf in his mouth, chewing him up, battering the elf and creating many cuts with its massive fangs. Saeborn countered by slashing the inside of the beasts mouth, doing more harm to it than it had received throughout the duration of the battle. The drake spat up the elf, along with a great portion of blood.

”Ethari! Call him off for if we do not kill this huge beast together, we shall not be victorious at all and we will find ourselves dead and a meal! We shall deal with our personal issues later," Saeborn added lastly, cringing at the words of desperation. "Never," Ethari countered. "Killing this drake is the least of my priorities. Now, killing the both of you is on the top of my list. And I have the angels of heaven, and creatures of earth on my side." As he finished his sentence, a demonic, bone chilling shriek filled the air. The drake began to shift side to side, and Ethari had trouble concentrating, filled with nausea. But his angel seemed to be affected the worst, he clutched his head, using the tree to prevent his collapse. The howl ended, but it gave the caster, Hecate, all the time she needed. She fired a black bolt of pure evil at the beast. It was struck easily, for the monster was completely unaware of its surroundings.

Hecate then turned her attention to Ethari. Immediately, something dark fell over him, a sensation of dread and despair. What has she done? he wondered, rocking back in forth, overcome by the nausea of the scream and the sickness created by her unearthly howl. "Help? This isn't a team fight boys, this is a free for all!," Hecate shrieked, a evil grin on her face. From her outstretched hand, a large black bolt hurtled its way towards Ethari. He had little time to react, and the bolt struck him. He felt as if his very life force was being consumed. He had never had this type of damage afflict him before. Fire and ice injured the body, but this spell seemed to eat away at his very essence. Ethari collapsed to the ground, overcome with lightheadedness.

"I had no intention of joining either of you," Ethari said weakly, stumbling to his feet. "But I do have one thing in mind," he added, more strength returning to him as feelings of revenge resurfaced. "Killing you both!" He slashed his wand across the sky, his hair flying around him every which direction. Wind whipped around, sending his loose hanging cloths flapping in ever which direction. Dark blue runes etched in the sky, and with a final massive gust, revealed the summoned monster. In place of the blue runes stood a creature composed of swirling air, spinning about. Ethari pointed towards the witch. "Kill her," he mumbled silently, sending the creature darting towards her.

The air elemental quickly floated towards her, floating over the water, and in a matter of seconds, reached the witch. Before it reached her, it soared in the air, and landed behind the witch, sliding back several feet, but as it did so, slashed at the sky, creating powerful winds that would slash flesh.

Ethari changed his attention, calling out to his summoned angel. "Focus on the wolf," he said, and even though the angel was far away, it understood. It reoriented itself, though he was still shaky, and charged for Saeborn. He slashed several times, aiming to kill. Ethari remained on the edge of the oasis, readying himself for any form of attack the fang drake, Hecate, or Saeborn would through his way.
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Over time, the magical and physical properties of the sword had become jaded, no longer of much use to the half elf. Returning the card into his pocket, the drake began to scream in pain, its blood dripping quickly from its mouth, because of the wound it had received. The drake began walking quickly towards the ranger in a quick motion, prepared to kill. Kneeling on the ground, the half elf placed his hand on the moist earth. Green rays began glowing from the palm of his hands while he quietly began to whisper words in the ancient language. Vines sprung from the ground grasping at the two back feet of the drake, and attempting to grab at Ethari and Hecate’s wrists, wanting to pull them both to the ground.

With the beast in his snare, and the sun now below the mountains revealing the darkness of night, the half elf withdrew his Bow of Moonlight. The bow began to glow a feint hue of white and an unctuous smirk grew across Saeborns face. Pulling the string of the bow back, a shaft of moonlight began to elicit into his fingers. Releasing the string, the shaft plunged forward and went into the neck of the drake, causing cold damage.

Although Saeborn tried to exhort Ethari to work together, it did not work and it seemed to just anger him even more. Looking back towards Hecate, the half elf noticed her open her mouth, just as she let out a scream. Although, Saeborn could not hear it, he looked to see Ethari and the beast shaking back and forth with lassitude. Pain began to go through his body from his ears, rubbing his ears; he noticed blood began to seep from them. From his teachings at a young age, he remembered that demonic shout was not affective against other people of the same alignment. Thoughts began to permeate through his head, was he not as evil as he previously assured himself or was there still a connection between him and his previous love?

Ethari had seemed to gain a bit of consciousness back and began to summon another one of his magical helpers. The wind elemental floated down from the sky and began to charge at Hecate, going right behind her. The elemental sent stringent lacerating winds at Hecate, hoping to help; Saeborn lifted his hand toward Hecate and began to speak words. His eyes began to glow a feint shade of green, the wind began to blow, the small dead trees on the path began to lunge their branches at her, attempting to grab her so she could not avoid the harsh blows from the elemental.

Releasing his magical grip on the trees, the half elf focused on Ethari ”You fool, sending this angel to defend yourself. I will take him down and then you next.”. A strange occult energy rush seemed to permeate through is body, giving him a morale boost toward the battle. Withdrawing his bow, he released the arrow directly at the torso of Ethari.

The angel began to charge at the elf under the command of Ethari, already weakened by the demonic shout. His mighty wings flew him in front of the elf and he swung the sword once again at his heart. Attempting to dodge the attack again like last attempt, he wasn’t as successful. Although missing his torso, the sword but through his skin on his left arm, causing an inch deep hiatus, slicing right into the muscle. Although the blow was very painful and potentially deadly, it left the angel in close range of attack. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out one of his ice swords and sliced directly at the belly of the angel, leaving him little time to dodge.

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Hecate knew that the situation was getting difficult and muddled. So many opponents translated into many attacks from all sorts of directions. What made it even worse was Ethari, the summoner. He could call upon the aid of multiple creatures, which added to the general confusion of this massive free for all. However, the witch was confident she could clear the fray in her own mind just enough to fully understand this battle and keep her thoughts clear and her judgements concise.

Ethari summoned a wind elemental, which charged the witch with the indefinite and unthinking stare that only a minion had. Hecate braced herself for the monsters frontal assult. However, the wind elemental flew above her and launched its attack from behind. She quickly attempted to roll to the side as to avoid the monsters attack, however, something impeded her and stopped her dodge. She quickly could tell that a nearby tree had been animated, forcing her to stand and take the attack.

She clenched her teeth together, ready for the oncoming strike. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt the first bits of pain slicing through her flesh. Each slice felt like a cold sword slashing her with a freezing bit, with an extra element indescribable to most. Wind never usually reached such speeds to actually cut flesh. The wind blades on her skin hurt more than she could imagine, and more than could be described. She let out a pained cry, plunging to her knees as the wind blades cut her legs and lower back.

After her collapse, there came a hiatus in the attack. She knew the oppurtunity would not last long. She quickly acted with a sharp blast to the nearby tree waving in her face. The tree collapsed on its side, shattered by the life absorbing spell. She then rose with a cry. Her calves were weakened and bloody and her legs hurt to stand on. However, if she lingered, her neck or head could be the next parts of her body to be cut. She raised her arms in the air and focused her will onto the wind elemental. Blue runes began to circle the monster, secluding it in a ring. The air around it became charged with magic as her spell strengthened. She felt a link (other than the unnatural and dark one previously bonded with her dark omen) be connected with her and Ethari. They were about to engage in a contest of wills. She was confident she could overcome the summoner and dispell his creature, but the resistance was still there, no matter how futile it was.

While her will was being tested, she turned around to face her more tangible opponents as the wind element was captured her spell, occasionally fading in and out of reality as its owner and the witch battled out their minds. She leaned against one leg, weary and tired. Because of her numerous cuts (which centered around her legs) she found it difficult to stand. However, she knew sitting was not even to be considered. She turned to the object of her anger, not Ethari, the originator of the attack, but rather Saeborn, the man who hampered her escape. With a scowl (the first of the encounter), she attempted to forge a similiar dark link as she had done with Ethari. Then, she focused her energy on the branches above him, applying her telekinsis spell's pressure on the cluster of light and heavy branches above him, causing them to snap and rain upon the half elf.
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Ethari watched from his secluded section of the battlefield as the remainder of the encounter unfolded before him. It was strange, he felt like a higher entity, gazing upon his foes that fought some distance away. Ethari was safe, protected by his minions who he could summon in a mere moment, yet the power they held taxed his own energy reserves. Saeborn's bright golden sword dissolved into nothingness, which he replaced with a brilliant looking bow. Saeborn then reached his hand to the ground, sending green energies through the earth. Tendrils shot from the ground, entangling the drake, but to Ethari's own surprise, the tendrils wrapped themselves around his wrists as well.

Saeborn pulled back his bow string and shot an arrow made of energy at the beast, whistling with power as it cut through the air to reach its target. It hit the neck of the drake, only piercing its flesh lightly. But what the arrow lacked in physical damage, it made up for in cold damage. The arrow seeped cold energy throughout the still raging drake, which seemed to slow the beast slightly, and weaken it. ”You fool, sending this angel to defend yourself. I will take him down and then you next," Saeborn shouted to Ethari. With that, the elf fired an arrow aimed directly at Ethari's torso. Ethari easily jumped to the side to avoid the arrow, his agile body allowing him to move quickly, and easily, but something greatly impeded his movements. The tendrils were slowly pulling him down with great force, causing his 'quick movements' to dodge the arrow move him only an inch or so.

Ethari tugged on his bindings that held him to his doom as the arrow hurdled faster and faster. Ethari pulled out his wand, and shouted the arcane words for his Propel spell, creating a large burst of air at the last second. The arrow collided with the wind energy, sent flying up, and clattering a mere few feet from the summoner. Ethari let out a sigh, but looked upon his legs and arms. Where the tendrils held him in place, large, vicious looking gashes were etched on his flesh, and around his ankles, an inch deep. He grimaced, as he prepared his wand for the next spell.

Ethari flicked his wand in the air, line arcane lines forming in the sky, which promptly erupted as the spell took effect. Ethari's once average sized body began to grow, his arms growing much thicker with muscle, along with his legs. With a powerful effort from his muscles, Ethari pulled away at the tendrils, finally releasing himself, but further deepening his wounds. He pulled his dagger and began to run towards Saeborn, eager to test his new physical strength granted by his Bulls Strength Spell, as the elf fought his angel.

The angel had managed to slash at Saeborn's arm, only to do a small amount of damage to him. Furthermore, he was too close to the elf, making him extremely susceptible to a counterattack. The elf flicked out a thin silver blade in mere seconds, aiming at the angels torso. With little time to react, the angel used his powerful wings to propel himself backwards, as he had done similar to attack the elf, but in a defensive maneuver. But he was still too slow for the agility of Saeborn. The sword left a deep gash across the angels stomach, which leaked blood across the angels garments. The angel grimaced, and renewed his charge against the elf.

Ethari was a few feet from Saeborn, when a sharp pain stabbed at his head. He collapsed to his knees from weakness. A dark image flashed in his head. He knew that the witch, Hecate, was trying to dispel his summon. He tried to force back the mental attack, but some dark looming presence overwhelmed him. Ethari let out a loud shriek, filled with terror and dread. Further away, towards Hecate, the wind elemental was surrounded in runes, and with its master losing control of the magical energy as it was dispelled, dissolved into a small breeze. Ethari clutched the side of his head, but his loud scream attracted the attention of the fang drake, which was still healthy, despite the many attempts to injure it. It lumbered forward, and prepared to bite Ethari, who was still crippled with pain. In the last second, Ethari rolled away, his head still ringing.

As a last chance effort, he stabbed his dagger at the collasal foot of the beast. Even with his new strength, he left a cut only an inch deep, equivalant to a paper cut on a humanoid. Feeling silly, Ethari began to run from the beast, which chased after him with a roar.
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The half elf’s attempt to finish the angel had seemed to result with a small inconvenient flesh wound, shortly after the blood began to seep from the laceration. Grimacing in pain and grabbing his stomach, the angel charged again. Backing up away from the charging guardian he stumbled onto the trunk of a near by tree. He would not be able to dodge the attack and it would have been fatal. Everything seemed to slow down as he breathed his last minuets. The elf grasped the trunk of the tree, readying him self for the blow. Every passing second seemed as if it were hours, memories flashed through his head of the good times of his life as well as the bad. The moment came, the sword bashed into his body, but no blood came. Opening his eyes and unclenching his teeth, the half elf noticed his skin had become hard and rough as well as brown. Were the sword hit left only a simple gash in the bark.

Laughter erupted from the pallet of Saeborn, soon after the very same laughter seemed to disappear and was immediately replaced with determination. Saeborn knelt to the ground, forcing his hand into the dirt. His rough bark covered skin easily slid through the dirt, the ground started to shake as vines of thorns began rising from the ground. Large thorns detached themselves from the vine as they retracted back into the ground and gathered into large balls. The magically bound balls of thorns began circling the half elf quickly as he released his arm from the dirt.

Reaching into the brown bag the hung from his belt on his side, the ranger pulled out a handful of what looked to be multicolored stones. Taking these stones the half elf threw them at his opponent. As they exploded into multicolored flashes of light, the elf turned around to avoid the vision impairing effects. Hoping that his enemies were distracted, the elf withdrew his bow of icy doom acquired from his father before he was brutally murdered, and drew back the string and released the arrow as he turned around. The arrow of ice hurled itself right at the angelic beings neck. It was a hard target to hit but the elf was sure he was capable of doing it.

His attention averted to his ex love, Hecate, who still lay at the foot of the road that was cut by the wind elemental. Her attention didn’t much seem to be towards the half elf. Taking the advantage, the elf withdrew his bow string one more time and aimed carefully. Taking aim right at her head he attempted to release the ice arrow but his fingers wouldn’t budge. A place still stood for her in his heart, as wretched as she was now, the elf still couldn’t find it in him self to do it. Finally he started to think, all the evil that consumed in his body still wasn’t enough. The elf knew deep inside he was a follower of good but still seemed to follow the path of evil when ever he could find the chance. It took him several times of aiming the arrow at her before he was able to do it. But this was not a deadly shot, it was merely aimed for her thin, weak arm.

Ethari had seemed to become more aggressive after his bull’s strength spell. The Water Genasi charged at Saeborn, with the intent to kill. Before the summoner reached the elf, a dark aura seemed to come over him as he let out a screech. Runes formed in the sky over his elemental and Hecate seemed to be more and more focused. She was attempting to dispel the elemental before it was able to cause any more damage to anyone or anything. Although trying to stay strong and fight the dispel, it was no match for Hecate’s intellect and the elemental seemed to just disappear into the wind of the cool night.
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The busy battle swirled around Hecate. Her focus was on defeated the resistance given by Ethari do dispell his wind elemental. After a few moments of vicious battle, she heard the summoner roar nearby. Simultaneously, the wind elemental's last sharp edges of wind seemed to fade off into a breeze, enveloping itself into the cooling night time air. The witch smirked at her success. Before she could gloat of her success to the rest of the combatants, a sharp pain stung her. An arrow pierced her left arm, stabbing her tricep painfully.

The witch let out a terrifying shrill shriek of pain. Of course on her adventures she had been struck by arrows before, but never like that. The enchanted arrow had an extra sting to it. The cold that shivered and spread across her arm caused her muscles to go numb and sting with a pain indescribable. She turned to the shooter of the arrow, bringing herself face to face with Saeborn. In his defensive against the angel, he had inadvertantly dodged her pathetic attack. In theory, she had planned it to be a strategic move that would hinder him greatly. In reality, it was as annoying as getting branches caught in your hair, easiely removable and not to difficult to adapt to.

One thing however, that severely altered the mechanics of the battle was the fourth party. The drake was rampaging around, with its focus changing onto different oppenents. Saeborn had launched an arrow at it while Ethari made a desparate attempt to slow it by stabbing its massive foot with his dagger. Obviously, the summoner realized the foolishness of his move and quickly turned to run from the massive beast. Hecate found no reason to attack the drake as long as its focus remained on Ethari. In fact, it was as she had an advantage. The drake was the perfect distraction. While Ethari was focused on fleeing, she placed one of her charms on the young mage.

She focused energy onto him, quickly connecting their life forces through her dark omen. Hecate then sent emotions into him, vexing his brain and implanting false thoughts into him. Assuming that Ethari didn't recognize the charm overpowering his willpower, he would become overcome with hatred and fury for Saeborn, enraged by a bloodlust so ferocious it could only be satisfied by killing the young elf. Normally, such increadible emotions were not capable of the witch. However, her dark omen had made a link that connected their minds and life forces, which made her charms much more effective. But because of its strength, it wouldn't last long.

This was Hecate's last ditch effort. The two men's attacks had both been successful, which resulted in lots of damage for her, while they had been subject to little attacks which had even less success. Hopefully her charm would change that. And, as a last loving gesture, she turned her attention to Saeborn, launching her signature black bolt at him, hoping her negative spell would be enough to sap his strength and will long enough for Ethari's prospective attack to be successfull.
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Ethari continued running with a quick, elf like speed, almost matching the agility of the brothers of his race, the Air Genasi. His newly improved muscles did not only enhance his arms, but his legs bulged with thick new muscles. He took powerful strides, but despite the change, he was still losing distance compared to the massive leaps of the fang drake. Each gigantic gallop of the monster covered far more terrain than Ethari, but fortunately for the summoner, the difficult foliage provided some hindrance to the monster. But despite all this, it would be a matter of seconds before the fang drake could scoop up him up in his massive jaws.

In a last attempt to save himself, Ethari took a running dive in the center oasis, his body sliding in the water smoothly and gracefully, barely leaving a ripple in the water. It was as if the water had been a portal for the Water Genasi to pull himself though. Ethari used his webbed feet and hands to propel himself deep into the water. He turned himself around, only to see the massive snapping jaws of the beast, flailing wildly about, desperately trying to scoop up its prey. Unlike Saeborn, who had managed to survive several seconds in the mouth of the beast, Ethari would be destroyed by the massive fangs due to his overall lack of armor. In an attempt to save himself, Ethari flicked his wand, performing his least powerful summoning spell, barely draining any energy at all. From a deep blue rune, a swarm of fish poured out, obscuring the mage from view. The many colored fish floundered about, the massive jaws only managing to skewer several fish.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the fang drake stopped, leaving the pool, content that he must have killed Ethari, and turned to focus his attention on the other two combatants. Ethari feared that even if he was able to kill his two other opponent, the fang drake would be the end of him. One bite would be all it would take to end his life.

Before Ethari had time to contemplate the matter further, a strong wave of emotions overwhelmed him. At first, the previous sense of looming darkness flooded over his conscience, but immediately after he was assaulted with many emotions, of grief, hatred, and anger, all focused on Saeborn. For a brief moment, Ethari could tell this to be the work of the witch, Hecate, and her powerful ability to affect the minds of others, but the feelings she invoked in him were so overwhelmingly powerful that there was little he could do to stop them. With a powerful pulse of his arms, he forced himself to the surface, eager to harm Saeborn.

He lunged out of the water, dagger in one hand, wand in the other. He neared Saeborn, running at a incredibly fast speed, driven from his spell, and Hecate's. He shot a large Magic Missile at Saeborn, followed by a flurry of slashes from his dagger, along with two more magic missiles. He hoped that the shortness of his dagger, along with his strength, would cause Saeborn to have little opportunity to dodge. Along with the short range magic missile, Ethari hoped to finish the filthy scoundrel. Ethari added a slur of curses, and he cared little for his own safety.

Ethari's angel was reeled back by an assault of brightly colored flashes. Suddenly, an arrow shot towards him with massive speed. He lifted his sword in a attempt to shield himself, but it was too late. The arrow plunged into his side, searing him with cold. He took several moments to reorient himself, but by the time he was able to focus, he could see his master charging the opponent. The angel could sense something wrong with the summoner, but knew that the affect was still the same; destroy the evil in the place. Hefting his massive sword up once more, the angel renewed his onslaught, from the opposite side Ethari was charging.
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The attacks kept coming, the battle gaining the scent of death and destruction. Blood stained the green earth, the water, and trees. With all the attacks that kept pursuing on each other and the drake, nothing seemed to work. The drake seemed unharmed be almost every one of there attacks. Saeborn thought to himself ”I can not focus my attention on these fools any longer, the drake is my main priority. I must bring a large fragment of its tooth back to the fey or they will surely hunt me down till I am dead.”.

The huge drake began to chase Ethari as his next target. The slender Genasi plunged into the water and swam as quickly as he was physically capable of. The drake stuck its head into the water causing a great splash the reached all the way over to Saeborn. This was his moment, picking his sword up off the ground he charged at the back of the drake. Running up to the neck of the beast from its massive barbed tail, the elf knelt down and began to slice away at the scales of the drake. The balls of thorns floating around him; doing the same motion of cutting through the scales. It was if the drake felt no pain, its attention was so bent of killing Ethari.

A large patch of bare flesh lay out in the open before the drake retreated from the water with blood stained tusk like teeth. Before he knew it, the drake had turned its massive head and sent Saeborn flying with a swift move of its gargantuan teeth. Black spots obscured his vision just enough that he wouldn’t see what was about to hit.

The large black bolt of magic energy that formed from the fingers of the witch flew through the air, and impacted at the chest of the already weakened ranger. Saeborn gasped for air, reaching for a root of a nearby tree to keep himself up. Although there was no more blood that was shed, the bolt of dark energy seemed to sap at his very soul, stealing his energy. Seconds after, the presumed once dead Ethari rose from the water, not even a new scratch on his drenched body. As he looked at the ranger, his facial expressions changed and a look of evil formed across his face.

The summoner withdrew his dagger from its sheath and began to charge at Saeborn, screaming and yelling viciously. This was going to be the end. His bark skin began to fade and those dagger swipes were going to be the end of him. Looking to Hecate for what he thought to be the last time he murmured ”Hecate, you filthy wretched woman!”. Then they came, the unusually raged Ethari began cutting into the flesh of the elf. The color seemed to fade into black and white and it was all lost. Blood seeped out of his mouth as he fell to the floor, presumably dead.

The elf began to gasp for air, opening his eyes as best he could. A small yellow dragon like creature floated in the air, a yellow beam connecting him self to the elf. A feint voice arose in Saeborn’s mind, although he couldn’t completely understand everything it was saying, the elf seemed to become more and more at peace. His body began to squirm, restored energy began flowing through his body, some of the minor cuts on his arms and legs had healed. Lifting himself from the ground, he noticed not much had changed. The elf must have been out for only seconds before he was returned to reality from a deep sleep.

The yellow dragon quickly flew to the center of the water with great speed, releasing several magic missiles in every which direction towards the three enemies. It was all he could do to stay up in the air, with a swift motion; he flew forward and crashed hard into the ground, barely alive.

Running for the dragon, the elf gently placed his savior in his hands and set him in his pocket where it would live and stay until he was once again alive and well.
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Hecate's heart swelled with glee as the drake shook off the ranger, allowing her black bolt to go undodged against the ranger. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as she saw his energy begin to fade, and his bark skin began to transform back to his toned hue. Then, as if on cue, Ethari lunged at him with his unnatural ferocity. Her magic was certainly going to spell the doom of Saeborn. The water genasi cut fiercly at the young elf, slicing him with his dagger. The last seeming bits of life faded from Saeborn's eyes.

Hecate knew she couldn't afford to grow cocky and gloat for the time being. She knew that soon Ethari would realize the false emotions and the drake would become even more frenzied and focus on her. She had to take out one of the two targets. After several moments of careful evaluation, she decided to take the advantage of Ethari's impaired judgement and strike him.

However, before she could launch any sort of attack, the drake turned its massive head, looking at her dead in the eye. She froze under its awesome might, with its gigantic cranium, powerful claws and thick tail. The monster let out a roar, swinging its massive tail towards Hecate. She quickly dodged, rolling underneath the thick appendage. The muscular tail barely skimmed of her, nearly decapitating her with its might.

She channeled her energy, focusing all her might towards a gigantic nearby boulder that had strayed from the craggy cliffs on the nearby passage. With the exertion of much energy, she was able to lift the rock, hovering it several feet off the ground. By now, the drake was turning around to face her, moving slowly because its enormous size. Hecate was completely focused on her telekinesis spell, accumulating energy on the rock. After several moments of building up her energy, she released it in a massive burst. The boulder shot forth, hurling itself towards the drake's head. It slammed against its skull, dazing the monster for a few moments.

Hecate attempted to cast another spell, a black bolt at the drake, but because of the recent realease of so much energy, it took longer to acquire the mana necessary for the spell. The time it took, however, was a few moments to long. The drake quickly regathered itself and clawed at Hecate, sending her flying several feet back. Gash marks opened themselves across her chest, bleeding moderately. She rose quickly, despite the pain, scowling at the monster.

She had taken numerous wounds, and she wasn't quite sure how many more she could handle. 'At least one of those fools has been dealt with,' she thought. However, when she turned around, Saeborn was there, alive and well, completely renewed. She let out a disappointed cry, angrily launching yet another black bolt at her ressurected ex-lover.
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