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Destroyed Hope; private, drake topic
Topic Started: Tue Aug 25, 2009 12:28 am (962 Views)
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Ethari slashed at the elf's flesh with his dagger, tearing at his skin with his sharp blade. Many different wounds formed across the elf's body, bleeding profusely. Ethari's extreme emotions of hate and anger were becoming satisfied, but despite the fatality the wounds were sure to inflict, the Water Genasi continued to slash, each cut forming a new wound. As he continued to strike, the effects of the Emotion spell casted by Hecate wore off, but his feelings of success did not. Despite his previous friendship with the man, Ethari felt no remorse. It was exactly the opposite, feelings of joy overwhelmed him. The summoner believed that he had not killed his former friend, but he had freed him instead.

Ethari watched as the elf toppled over and collapsed on the ground. He turned his attention to Hecate, who was sure to resume combat with him after she figured the spell was over. Thinking the elf was dead, he concentrated his energy, dispersing the magic that held the angel to this plane. With a smile of victory, the angelic being dissolved into the air. Seemingly out of nowhere, a blast of magic energy seared into his back. He doubled over in pain, his flesh searing off of his bones. He turned around to see the source of the attack, believing that the combatants of the battle were the fang drake, and the witch. In the center of the oasis fly a small yellow beast, shooting large magic missiles in every direction. After firing the last of them, it collapsed nearby. Ethari could make out the image of the elf, Saeborn, scooping up the body. Ethari cursed himself in his head. He should have known that the devious elf would have a trick up his sleeve. Eager to finish the job again, Ethari pointed his wand straight at the elf, and sent three Magic Missile's flying towards him, the air around them screaming with energy.

Ethari turned his attention back to the witch. Instead of focusing her energy on the summoner, she turned her attention to the fang drake, who had been the X factor throughout the battle. She had barely avoided a massive tail swipe, and followed by dropping a gigantic boulder on the beasts head. Unfortunately, its extremely thick bones prevented much damage, but it seemed greatly dazed by her attempt. Before she could compose herself, the drake slashed at her, sending the witch flying, creating more gashes across her. She wasn't severely wounded, but throughout the duration of the battle, she had sustained many wounds.

Ethari focused his attention to the drake. He had done little to contribute to the damage it had received thus far. He prepared his wand, and began to chant words lanced with arcane power, using the remaining bits of his energy. This was likely to be his last summon until he could rest and heal. Bright red and orange runes circled the sky, and with a loud pop and flash of color, a flame elemental appeared. Its body was composed of flame, but it did not burn the foliage around it. Ethari slouched forward for a bit, but quickly regained his posture. The fang drake was charging for him. He tested the weight of his dagger in his hand, and the arcane reserves in him. He would be useless in this form. He sheathed his dagger, and pulled forward his Wolf Mantle. Because it was night, and the moon only days before the full moon, he was transformed into a magnificent werewolf.

He let out a savage howl, signaling for the attack to begin. Ethari darted forward, his fire elemental weaving alongside him. The fang drake roared as they neared, and mere seconds before the collision, Ethari leapt in the air, barely avoiding the massive jaws, which clamped on the flame elemental. Because the summoned creature was not composed of solid stuffs, it was not destroyed by the clamping of the mouth, but it lost some substance. The drake roared, angered the flames had burnt it. Ethari was quick to strike, running along the back of the beast, similar to Saeborn, slashing at the same, weakened spot. The fang drake swung back and forth, but as he did so, Ethari latched his sharp claws in the beast's exposed flesh, all the while, his flame elemental shot bolts of fire and the creatures face.
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With his body partially restored from the heal spell, the half elf was in a state of which evil was the only thing that existed. A shriek came from over Saeborn’s shoulder, looking to see what the noise was; he saw Hecate barely missed the mighty tail of the drake. He began to curse, wishing that it had hit her hard enough to kill but then the thought of the old Hecate flashed through his mind. The way she used to hug him tightly as if she would never let go, the way she could look into his eyes and know everything he was going to say, the way she made her speeches so poetic. So much had changed, her mental state was so messed up it would never be returned. In retaliation, the evil witch concentrated as much of her energy as she could and used her telekinesis spell to move a large boulder. The boulder fell off the side of the cliff and landed on the top of the drakes large head.

The force from the boulder was just enough to make the beast drowsy and make a target of him self. Running swiftly to the back of the drake, Saeborn withdrew his mighty bow of Moonlight. The magnificent metal of the bow began glowing with the brilliance of the moon. Pulling the magical string back, a beautiful shaft of moon magic formed and was fired through the air, right at the spot in which his scales were violently removed. The shaft pierced right through the bare flesh causing major amounts of cold damage. The beast became stunned for a few moments, the cold magic tensing its muscles, not allowing him to move.

Hecate stood on the edge, gathering what was left of her magic to cast a magic bolt, but by the time she was ready it was already too late. The drake lifted its massive claws in the air and knocked the witch from the ledge and into the battle field. Now in the battle field, Hecate had risen rather quickly, focusing her energy once more. Until she saw the half elf standing tall again, letting out an annoying whimper, the witch launched a bolt of dark energy right at the ranger. Stepping to the side, the bolt crashed into the tree. Where it hit left scorch marks and dead spots on the once living tree, turning his attention to Hecate the elf yelled over to her in a humorous tone ’Give up you pathetic excuse for a witch, you have barely energy left and with out a bit of rest you are completely useless.”.

Glowing red and orange runes formed into the sky, circling around quickly. With a loud series of pops, the individual runes burst into flame and over time a fire inferno appeared in the center of where the runes were spinning. A pillar of fire came down to the ground leaving a fire elemental behind. Ethari pulled the wolf mantle over his head, covering his face. The mantles eyes began to glow a feint purple as his face adhered to the mantle. The hair on his body began to grow long; his facial bones began cracking and shifting. Finally after the transformation process, Ethari was a werewolf, having more power because of the full moon; he would be a very large key in the destruction of the beast. Ethari began charging at the beast and hopped on its back and began swiping at the exposed flesh of the drake while his elemental shot balls of fire in its face.

Pulling his bow of Icy Doom from his side, the elf drew back the string, releasing several arrows of ice at the exposed flesh of the beast, assisting Ethari as best as possible. The egg had to be retrieved from the nest but this would be impossible with out their guardian dead.
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Suddenly, Hecate had been thrown litterally for a loop. Now, she was in the dead center of a voliatile battle field, and was suddenly taken from near victor to troubled under dog. Her black bolt missed the ranger, for he nimbley dodged it. The necrotic spell lashed against a tree, scorching it dead. ’Give up you pathetic excuse for a witch, you have barely energy left and with out a bit of rest you are completely useless.” Hecate could only scowl, for she had barely enough energy to do even that, let alone respond.

Ethari had suddenly transformed into a fierce and vicious monster. She knew from a previous encounter with Ethari that he was able to transform into a were wolf thanks to the help of a magic artifact. With the aid of a fire elemental, Ethari had charged the drake, latching at its weakened point, with his fire elemental launching bolts of fire and heat towards the monster. Hecate could tell that the summoner had put lots of passion and energy into that last spell. The heat could be felt all the way towards her.

Saeborn luckily turned his attention to the drake. He was shooting at it with his enchanted bow, slowing the monster with his icy enchanted bow. Hecate was too winded to focus on both of the attacking men and the drake. She knew she had to take care of the drake. His interference in the battle turned it into a skirmish of a whole new level. The unknown factor in any circumstance created a very uncomfortable and difficult situation. The drake was obviously a very difficult obstacle in her fight with Saeborn and Ethari. It not only greatly hindered her physically, with its bulky weight blocking most of her view, but it attacked her and was cause of a great amount of her physical damage.

She launched a lone black bolt at the monster, afraid of her dangerously low mana. The weakened monster roared loudly, enraged by the simultaneous three attacks. However, Hecate's attack carried the most pain in it, so it directed itself against her. With one single swipe of its massive claw, it swung Hecate against a tree. She slammed against the hard bark, which stung her already torn back. Her vision began to fade, her head sink low into her chest, and her heart also began to sting. Her love for Saeborn still existed somewhere deep in the recesses of her heart, but was transformed into a hideous hatred along the dark passages of the witch's heart's corridors.

Hecate sighed lightly, drooping her head low, slowly dipping towards unconciousness.
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Ethari continued to slash at the beasts back, his claws creating bloody pools along its side. He let out a primal howl, his once intellectual mind transformed into one of a vicious beast. He continued to slash, the blood spattering across his fur. He was actually enjoying the murder of this Fang Drake, the blood tasted good on his tongue, and felt good on his paws. He actually was savoring this experience. The man who once hated death was eager to feast on the flesh of the dying monster. The Wolf Mantle had turned his once gentle mind into that of a vicious animal. All what he was once was transformed into a vicious beast. It was his alter ego. This very reason was why he was always extremely hesitant to use the Wolf Mantle. While in this form, he was driven by the hunt, the desire to engage in battle, to the death. He enjoyed it while he was a werewolf. But fortunately, Ethari could pick when he underwent the transformation because of the powerful artifact he possessed.

As he continually slashed the beast with his sharp claws, an unknown source began to fire arrows of cold energy at the beasts exposed flesh. If Ethari's mind completely reverted to that of an animal, he would believe the shots to be aimed at him, but he held onto a bit of his sanity, and was able to discern that the half elf, Saeborn, was firing the arrows at the beast. It's muscles slowed with each shot, and Ethari's paws were cold on the cold flesh of the beast. A black bolt of necrotic energy was shot at the beast as well. Ethari knew that this shot would be from the witch, Hecate.

The Fang Drake was resistant to the physical damage from Ethari and Saeborn, and the drake was most affected by the bolt of energy. He turned his attention to the witch, and was able to hit her. Ethari could tell this would be her last hit, and she began to drift into unconsciousness. This was a good thing, after the drake, and Saeborn, Ethari could rid the world of the evil witch.

Ethari climbed around to the Fang Drakes massive head, and began to claw at the animal's eyes. It roared, blood pouring from his gigantic eyes. It swung around viciously, in anger. Ethari kept a tight grip, each toss of his head wedging his fangs deeper in its eyes, but after the third swing, sent Ethari flying, chunks of eye still in his claws. Rather than hitting a tree, he was sent flying into the canopy, the tree branches slowing his fall slightly, but he still landed on the ground with a thud. He stood slowly, and watched his fire elemental agilely dodge the drake, firing bolts of fire at it. It's mouth was bloody and seared, along with his slightly gorged eyes. The elemental was able to easily avoid the partially blinded beast, and continued to fire the bolts of energy at the drake.
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The werewolf clawed at the back of the drake, leaving pools of blood on the ground and the back of the giant beast. Moving his way up the massive neck, Ethari latched on to its head and began clawing ferociously at its eyes. The tides had turned in the battle, with the drake no longer able to see, it would be an easy kill. Shaking off the water Genasi, the drake made a run towards its nest, the fire elemental shooting fire into its face, melting off its flesh. As a last defense for itself and its nest, the drake began to spin around. The barbed tail flung through the air, threatening to smash anything near it, including the elemental.

Picking up his bow, the elf ran towards the screaming drake. Swiftly avoiding the tail, the elf pulled his swords from their sheathes. The drake then stopped swinging its tail, tired from all the pain it had endured. Slowly, the elf used his thin body to work his way over to the drake moaning in pain. The swords were magically infused and could cut through even the thickest of ice blocks, hoping they would be enough the put the drake out of its misery, the elf swung the thin swords directly at the heart of the beast.

The cold steel plunged into the thick leather like skin of the beast; streams of blood came from the open wounds in the drake’s chest. Pulling the blades from his skin it seemed to do almost no damage. The elf had missed its heart and left him self open for attack. Before he could realize what was about to happen, the sharp claws of the drake dug into his chest and flung him into another tree.
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Hecate watched the fight through her blurred vision. Ethari, transformed by magic perhaps as dark as her own, was viciously attack the drake, clawing at the monster with all the ferocity of an animal. Saeborn continued his nusance attacks, launching arrows at the magnificent monster. Ethari lunged for the beast's face, latching onto its eyes. The monster roared in pain, throwing off Ethari, sending him crashing. Saeborn took this oppurtunity to counter, rushing the drake, piercing it with his twin swords. However, in his haste, he missed the drake's more vital organs.

Hecate could take not much more. Her eyes dropped, and she slowly slipped towards death. However, another green zipping creature darted towards her. The fly dragon was suddenly pulsing with restorative magic. A green ray of healing light bathed the witch. She slowly propped herself up on her elbow with renewed energy, and then quickly found enough strength within her to stand completely up, with a menacing smile curling across her face.

Saeborn was thrown off the drake, crashing into the tree. Blinded, the drake was unable to tell that Hecate was revived, taking the large target off her. She predicted that the fierce wolf Ethari would launch an attack against the drake, leaving the drake and the summoner/ vicious monster occupied. Saeborn was left for her to deal with. Collapsed underneath the tree, he was a sitting target. Hecate launched a life draining black bolt at the tree. The great thing was decayed in an instant, its massive trunk dissolving under the necromatic energy of the black bolt. With a sudden cracking noise, the trunk fell swiftly towards the weakened ranger.
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Ethari stood slowly, his back still hunched over in his animalistic form. The drake was retreating towards his nest. Even with his strongly restricted intellect, Ethari still recalled why he had took the dangerous mission out to the mountains. A group of rangers had asked him to retrieve the eggs and return them to them. Ethari, even in wolf form, kept this goal in mind, and was determined to catch an egg of two. Preferably, he would want to destroy the remainder of the eggs, for the same reason. Hecate and Saeborn were most likely wanting the egg to raise the drake on their own and use them for evil and destruction. As much as it would pain Ethari, he would try and destroy the remainder of the eggs to avoid them being used for evil.

Ethari's fire elemental continued to annoy the drake, doing little damage, except when he hit the drake in its exposed eyes, mouth, or back. Otherwise, it was mainly keeping the attention off the werewolf. The drake stood, and began to swing quickly, it vicious tail whipping across the air. A single blow from the tail would easily demolish the light frame of the three humanoids that fought the beast. Ethari's fire elemental was too close unfortunately. The beast was swinging at rapid speeds. On the third or fourth rotation, the tail slammed against the fire elemental. Rather than being sent flying, like all of the three humanoids had experienced, the fire elemental dissolved, it's very essence dissolving at the impact. It seemed to pop, and where flame once danced, smoke drifted in the sky.

Ethari let out a feral howl, upset that the creature that had once been on his side had been destroyed. Saeborn, on the other hand, dodged the massive tail, weaving underneath it with ease. He reached the chest of the beast, and stabbed at it with magical blades. The swords cut through with ease, but in the half elf's haste, he had failed to strike the major organs. The drake sent the elf flying, roaring in anger at the minor incontinences. Ethari traced the path the half elf was sent flying. A familiar black bolt of energy hit the tree, causing it to collapse. With horror, Ethari turned his attention to where the witch Hecate had once been. Sure enough, she was standing once more, aiming the black bolt at her former lover.

Ethari was upset, he and Saeborn had joined efforts temporarily against the bigger threat, but Hecate ruined that. Either way, he was sided with neither party, and only goal was to reach the egg. With that, the wolf ran towards the eggs. He dodged the massive feet of the beast, and grabbed an egg. The things were massive, half the size of his body. Ethari put his hands around either side, attempting to lug the thing away, but it was too massive. The drake had heard enough to know the position of the summoner. It swung a massive claw, and due to his sharpened, animalistic senses, was Ethari able to avoid it, but he dropped the egg. It splattered on the ground. A brief moment of silence filled the oasis. It was followed by an ferocious roar. The drake swung its claw in anger, barely missing Ethari. Ethari fled, planning a new stagey. Only three eggs remained ,and he planned to leave with one, and the other two destroyed.
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There in front of him, stood once again, the witch Hecate. Her evil face lurked with tension as she stood with the life given to her by the small fly dragon. Lifting her hand into the air she shot another one of her black bolts at the tree in which the half elf sat against. The bolt hit the top of the tree and crippled the life away from it. The tree itself began to instantly die, unlike her last attempt at the tree; this one actually killed the tree and snapped it in half, sending the fallen top directly towards Saeborn. Attempting to dodge, it was too late; the tree fell directly on his chest. Thankful it had missed his head; the elf pushed the tree off of him and attempted to get back on his feet.

Standing up once more, pain shot through his body, crippling him with every move he took. Lifting up his shirt, he saw not a single cut but instead large splotches of blue and red. He was surely internally bleeding and had possibly broken a rib or two on his left side. Catching his breath, the elf pulled back his bow and shot an ice arrow directly at Hecate with incredible speed, faster than ever before.

With the elemental gone, it was an equal fight once more. Ethari, the werewolf, had not enough energy to summon another and it would stay that way as long as he wasn’t healed.

Taking an opportunity, Ethari darted at the nest and picked up the massive egg. Waddling as quickly as he could, he managed to avoid an attack from the drake, leaving him unharmed but the egg in pieces.
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Hecate was almost too pleased with the success of her attack. Her last tree based assult resulted in nothing more than a rain of harmless twigs. This attack lead to a massive trunk smashing into Saeborn. He later revealed that large splotches of blue and red formed all across his chest, signs of internal bleeding. Hecate was more than pleased.

However, Saeborn, without hesisitation, a true tribute to his fierce combat instincts, launched an instant counter attack, shooting an ice arrow at Hecate. She swiftly attempted to deflect it with a telekenisis spell, but only managed to veer the arrow off course. The projectile stabbed the witch in the leg. She let out a shrill scream as the cold arrow spread ice all across her body. It felt as if ice (or even fire) was racing through her veins.

Luckily, the icy pain stopped at her left leg. Injured, and handicapped, Hecate returned to the fight. Ethari made a desparate attempt to snatch an egg away from the drake. However, he smashed it in his hasty and poorly planned retreat, resulting in only three eggs left for the taking. Judging by the angry look in Ethari's ferocious eyes, Hecate knew he would steal the last eggs at any given oppurtunity. She wanted the drake's egg at any cost.

However, the drake was one obstacle. She launched a black bolt directly aimed at its face, stunning the monster. She then took a chance, running slowly (due to her impaired leg) towards the nest. However, her defense was down, leaving her subject a numerous amount of attacks from Ethari or Saeborn, even the drake if it could muster the strength back from her black bolt attack.
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(This is our ninth post so let's not get the eggs just yet.)

Ethari stood crouched near a close tree, the branches slightly covering the wolf creature as it planned its next attack. He was eager for the kill. As the moon rose higher in the sky, his normal intellect and thoughts disappeared, consumed by the beast that dwelled within the ancient artifact that had transformed him. The kill was near, all he could focus on was the drake. He had to kill it, he had to taste its blood, savor the last moments of its life as it would die before him. He looked to the moon, which now was at its peak in the sky. Ethari let out a long drawn howl towards the moon, creating an eerie setting for the other combatants.

As he prepared his attack, Saeborn had been hit by the attack planned by the witch Hecate. The tree collapsed on the half elf, creating a vicious looking wound on his body. Ethari cared little about this attack, as long as the witch did not get in the way of his kill. If not, she would be the next on his list. All of Ethari's prior emotions had dissipated, replaced rather by the emotions fueled by the beast. And now his only emotions were that of killing the monster. Saeborn, in turn to Hecate's attack, launched on of his moonlight arrows at the witch.

The arrow struck the witch in her left leg, creating a blue tint around her calf. She cringed in pain, but had another goal in mind, similar to one Ethari had before he underwent more transformations. She was aiming to retrieve an egg. Mere moments before, Ethari desired one of these eggs, but as the moon rose, so did his primal instincts. He had to kill the beast. He was thrilled for battle and the hunt. Eager to resume his battle, he darted forward on all fours, moving exceptionally fast towards the beast. He darted right alongside Hecate for a brief moment, but quickly passed her en route to the beast. He made no attempt to hurt the witch. Animalistic fury gleamed in his eye. His only target was the drake, he had no desire to kill Hecate or Saeborn. Yet.

With speed, he darted closer to the drake, almost soundlessly. As he neared, the drake noticed his precise, but too late. Ethari climbed up its back and latched himself on the weakened spot once more. In combination with his claws, he gouged huge chunks of flesh with his mouth, blood streaming down his silver fur. The drake swung viciously in pain, trying to dislodge the wolf. After a particularly mighty swing, did the drake dislodge Ethari, but removing a chunk of flesh as well. A gleam of white bone shone in the moonlight on the spine of the beast. Ethari smiled, a strange wolfish smile, that of victory. The drake was wounded, nearing death, but that was when the hunted was the strongest, and most desperate for life.
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The werewolf howled as loud as he could at the moon which now hung directly ahead. Despite being thrown from the beast several times, Ethari lunged to the back of the drake and latched onto its bare flesh. With might bites from his powerful jaws, the werewolf tore chunks of flesh from the beast, revealing its white bones before he was blown off.

This was the elf’s chance, if he could shoot an arrow directly into the bone of the drake, it would surely be paralyzed for quite some time. Pulling his bow back once more, the arrow became incarcerated with cold ice. Releasing the arrow, the wind whistled around it and finally it hit. The bone of the drake began to freeze before his very eyes. With out the ice being gone, he would not be able to move. In a last attempt at life, the drake began to move forward, but only to find him self laying on the ground, susceptible to all attacks. Leaving the drake to Ethari to finish off, the elf headed for one of the three remaining eggs.

Arriving at the nest, the elf grabbed one of the three eggs, to find Hecate about to do the same. Looking towards her, Saeborn examined where she was headed and stepped in her path, drawing his swords and pointing them both in her direction. ”Don’t even think about getting one of these eggs, I would rather destroy them all before I let you get your chaliced hands touch them. Take one step more and feel exactly the same pain the drake did when I stuck it into his bare breast!”.
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Hecate was amazed at the dark transformation Ethari underwent. Already, being a vicious wolf, he was succeptable to animalistic impulses, which obviously overtook him. As she hobbled towards the eggs, he darted past her, aimed with a deadly ferocity against the drake. Due to the frenzying nature of the full moon, he was taken over by the savage nature of his dark and manipulating artifact. However, Hecate lucked out by his simplictic strategy. In focusing solely on the drake, he would ignore her and her fleeting attack for an egg.

Saeborn drew back his bow and launched what seemed to be the final blow, sending the entire creature crashing. Hecate was astonished by how such a magnificent beast fell. Just fell. Crashed below, smashing anything that came down. Being so noble and powerful, Hecate expected the drake to explode in a mangificent burst of colors or some other grandeur display for the hard work it took to slay such an enrage beast.

But rather, it collapsed with a hollow thud, blood from the numerous wounds it took. Hecate almost pitied the mighty beast. However, she respected the beast little enough to leave the eggs it was so fiercly defending unaltered. She rushed towards them, only to be intercepted by the meddlesome Saeborn. Don’t even think about getting one of these eggs, I would rather destroy them all before I let you get your chaliced hands touch them. Take one step more and feel exactly the same pain the drake did when I stuck it into his bare breast!”. he threatened. Hecate scoffed, using her telekenisis spell to attempt to pry the egg from his battle weary arms.
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Ethari remained lurched in the trees nearby, preparing his next strike, as he had done previously before. His eyes continued to gleam with animalistic ferocity. He was ready to strike. The killing blow was a mere strike away, he was ready to kill. He was filled with a feeling of glory. He would savor the beasts last moment. Ethari mentally pictured this blow. It would be a quick bit, and a lot of effort, but he could tug out a segment of the bone, leaving the beast paralyzed. After that, he would savor the drake's meat in a feast that only the savagery of a werewolf could enjoy. He took several quick steps, ready to perform these killing moves. But unknown to him, the half elf shot a arrow at the beasts exposed bone.

Ethari looked with horror as the arrow was sent flying, and collided with the bone. A normal arrow would do absolutly nothing to a bone, but this arrow was composed of magic ice, and the ice formed over the bone, freezing the beasts mobility in the process. The graceful creature toppled over like a dominoe, sent sailing down. It landed with a loud thud, sending leaves cascading to the ground, and birds flying away in the distance. The creatures eyes shifted around in terror as it looked for it's eggs. It was scared. Ethari felt a brief moement of sadness for the monster, but these feelings were replaced with anger. The half elf had stole his kill! He would savor the victory, while the primal form Ethari was in would not. Anger swelled inside Ethari.

Ethari darted forward with incredible speed. As he neared Saeborn, he heard the half elf say ”Don’t even think about getting one of these eggs, I would rather destroy them all before I let you get your chaliced hands touch them. Take one step more and feel exactly the same pain the drake did when I stuck it into his bare breast!”. He saw Hecate sigh, and use a telekinesis spell to steal the egg in the mans grasp. Ethari did not care at the moment, all he cared about was the death of Saeborn, for he had stole his kill. Ethari lunged at the man, aiming to claw his chest, and bite out his throat.

All he cared about was the death of the half elf. His previous thoughts of retrieving the eggs, and destroying the remaining eggs were all gone. He did not care about the drakes, or the rangers who gave him the quest. All he desired was to destroy Saeborn. He was fueled by an animalistic fury that knew no bounds. The animal inside him grew angry, and would not stop until he, or Saeborn died. And he intended to kill Saeborn.
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The witch stopped in front of the mighty silver blades that lay in front of her. With a mere laugh, the witch lifter her hands towards the egg and began to try and pry it from his arms. This only angered the elf even more. From the corner of his peripheral vision, Saeborn caught the sight of the werewolf charging at him, with the speed and intention to kill. Using all his man power, the half elf resisted the telekinesis spell and sat the egg back in its nest.

Dropping one of his swords, Saeborn reached into his bag and pulled out a small fan. Unfolding the fan, it revealed a glowing silver like pattern. It was one of the most beautiful artifacts he had ever encountered. With the flick of his wrist, a magical wave of air shot from the thin paper fan. Although the wind was not super strong it was enough to knock someone to their feet. Hoping to get Hecate to the ground, the elf flicked the fan through the air twice more.

Diverting his attention from Hecate for a brief moment, Saeborn charged at Ethari. The formation of words slid from his mouth, his body began to harden and become brown and bark like. With another quick spell, balls of thorns began to drift around his body at a quick pace. This would hopefully stop the wolf, but with the moon giving him more and more power and rage there was no telling who would win.
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Hecate scowled as she struggled to pry the egg from Saeborn's arms. However, the elf was more than determined, and won the battle against her. He promptly sat the egg down gently while he prepared for Ethari's attack. Enraged by Saeborn's theivery, Ethari charged the half elf with a ferocity inspired by his animalistic nature. Hecate was moderately horrified by this terrifying display of might. She was worried that his viciousness would be projected onto her.

Afraid of Ethari's more than intense rage, she subjected his mind to her charms once more. Focusing her mana of him, she cast emotion, indending to weaken his rage and pacify him as much as she could. However, he was driven with the intense ferocity of an animal, and was not easiely subjected to the charm. She had to sway an intense amount of rage towards pacifism, which was more than a difficult challenge.

As she concentrated, Saeborn launched his wind attack against her. The strong gusts pushed her back several inches, but by channeling the strength within her, she was able to withstand it some and not become knocked prone.

Now that the drake was gone, the battle had transformed into an all out skirmish, with the primary objective being the egg. Hecate was fiercely devoted to retrieving one of the precious eggs, to receive her own drake to serve her as a devoted companion. She need some sort of malicious companion on her campaign of evil. The idea of a malicious steed and familiar only excited her, pushing her charm further onto the animal that was Ethari.
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