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Topic Started: Jul 16 2007, 10:43 AM (9,906 Views)
Lathaon
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Lathaon ducked out of the way and called upon his healing magic. His hand glowed and sparkled with energy, and as he made a gesture, it expanded out into a large round hand-held shield. Lathaon advanced with it in front of him, his other staff carrying his staff.

"Fear the touch of life. Your lich general did not enjoy it."
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"You would dare to raise such impurity to me?"

Drathmor raised his staff, holding it with both hands, and channelling power into it. Coils of dark green lightning began to flow around the staff, centering at the top. With incredible force, the Dark Lord brought his staff crashing down upon Lathaon's shield. The elf's legs buckled under the strength of the Great Necromancer and the lightning flared upon contact with the shield. Though the shield held against the assault, the lightning poured over it and struck the ground behind, as well as searing parts of Lathaon that were even partially exposed. Drathmor held his staff there, pushing down against Lathaon's shield and continuing to channel dark power into his assault.
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Ariakas slowly pushed himself from the ground, his head ached and his ribs still hurt from the battle a few days ago. He looked up, just a few meters ahead of him lay the elven woman.

"Arhaina," he said, realizing who he was. "You need to get Lathaon out of here." Then he picked his sword from the ground and turned towards the Great Necromancer and his prey.
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Lathaon crouched and dug into the ground with his heels, resisting Drathmor's magic as best as he could. He was pushed further down but then he seemed to gather strength. His head - and the focus circlet around it, were almost touching the shield. He wrenched it outwards to protect himself and then started to push it into a cup shape facing away from him.

"The crossbow!" Arhaina said as she hurried over to where she had dropped the weapon earlier. Elandir was up now, too, and had retrieved his sword.

"Get behind me," he said. "You have no defence against his magic."

Arhaina fired the crossbow as quickly as she could. It missed, flying above and to the side, but some of the lightning jumped towards the metal head and it was enough for Lathaon to force the shield into a ball around and against Drathmor's magic and launch it at him as he had done to Moarbrek. He held his staff out in preparation for another spell, but the projectile was too small and Drathmor's green lightning clung to it. It was held still, rigid by the power but the staff absorbed it for its owner. Then, there was a crack. The shaft split and then splintered into smaller pieces, the orb rolling across the floor and the two feathers burnt to ash.
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Drathmor did not hesitate after Lathaon's staff was destroyed. He thrust his staff forward and created a shockwave that threw Lathaon back and tore away parts of the ground in its wake. He then spun with unnatural speed and was envelopped by a dark shroud. Moments later, he reappeared beside the girl and her elven would-be protector. The butt of his staff was slammed into the ground and another shockwave erupted around the Dark Lord, casting his foes to the ground.

Drathmor reached down and picked the girl off the ground with a powerful hand, holding her by the neck several feet above the ground. "Such pathetic creatures..."

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Mordain watched the Dark Lord hold Arhaina and begin a dark spell. The colour of Arhaina's skin began to fade to grey, as did her hair. She began shivering.

The Mage of Shadows rose and invoked a spell. The upper half of Drathmor's staff began to move before morphing, rather suddenly, into a black-scaled cobra. The snake lashed out and dug its fangs deep into the Dark Lord's shoulder. As Drathmor dropped Arhaina and recoiled to examine his wound, Shaellana leapt past him and cut her blade across his arm. But, as she passed, Drathmor spun and caught her ankle with his free hand. He swung her around in an arc before launching her off to the side. Shaellana skidded across the ground and colided with some rubble. She lay motionless.

After dispelling the curse on his staff, Drathmor turned to find Mordain standing only a few feet away from him. Again, the Dark Lord charged his staff with malevolent magic and used it as a weapon against his enemy. Mordain brought up his own staff, holding it with both hands, and held it horizontally to block Drathmor's attack. The two mages pushed their staves against one another. The evil magic was only partially deflected by Mordain's staff; the majority of it struck him and ravaged both his robes and the flesh beneath.

But, physically, Mordain could stand against Drathmor, and he was not willing to give in.

"Do you not know the foolishness of opposing me, mortal?" said the Dark Lord venomously.

"It's no more foolish than surrendering!"
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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Ariakas sprinted across the ground just to the feet of the Dark Necromancer as he as busy with Mordain.

He helped her up and was horrified by what he saw. She seemed pale, her skin was dusty grey, her eyes glossy and her hair had turned grey as well. "You all need to get away from here Arhaina," he said. "You and your husband."

He helped her slowly move away from the Necromancer.
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((You've mis-interpreted what the spell did. It didn't age her, but literally turned her grey. It's supposed to be a transformation into some type of shade-like creature, weak and close to death.))
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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((I just presumed, you created something and I built on it. I thought it was an exciting twist. But I'll change))
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((Aging is something I use as a power for Necromancy. However, I can't really do that to a main character since, as I understand it, Weissland has no spell to reverse aging. So, unless Lathaon want's his wife to become an old hag, using such a spell on a major character would be unfair :P No problem though, I was just pointing it out.))
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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The number of men running with James had increased to almost fifteen thousand, and they were now within several blocks of the edge of the city. Seeing the sergeant he had spoken to earlier running towards him, James asked, "Is the oil set? Did you do it?"

"Yes, Milord!" said the Sergeant proudly.

"Good, good," said James through his labored breath, exhausted from so many things, yet he continued to run. "Have your men set torches and prepare to light the ring."

"Milord!" shouted a voice. "The Undead are free from the spell!"

James turned and indeed, many many blocks away, he saw a swarm of undead rushing towards him. "Don't worry!" shouted James. "They won't reach us in time! Quickly! Out of the city! Put distance between you and the city!" The men began to run, quickly but orderly, and even formed up into quasi-formations once they had cleared the last buildings. James, Peloron, and several officers remained at the rear to make sure everyone got out.

Suddenly, Peloron's eyes went wide and he grabbed James's arm. "Milord!"

"What?" asked James, worried.

"The Lords Thaendil! They are still within the city!"

James spun towards the city and strained to look, though he knew he would not be able to see them from all the way on the other side.

"We cannot leave them!" said Peloron. "We must go to their aid! We must sortie back into the city with the men!"

James looked at Peloron, then at his men, and finally back across the city, and then shook his head. "We cannot, Peloron."

"But Milord!"

"We cannot!" shouted James. "The city is lost! They are lost! I will not sacrifice this army for two men, no matter who they are! I would expect you to do the same if I were trapped in the city!" He turned away from Peloron and looked at his men. "No, we form up the men and have them march away from here, double time."

Peloron shifted his weight uncomfortably but nodded and said, "Yes, Milord."

"Sergeant!" shouted James, and the man came running. "Fire the ring. Trap the undead in the city."

All along the edge of the city, Weissland soldiers threw torches down onto the canal of oil they had poured, and a ring of fire leapt up around the edge of the city, stretching from wall to wall. The undead feared fire, and could not pass through it. They would halt until someone came along to put it out, and by that time the army would be well away. James grabbed a rider and said, "Quickly, ride west and find the army marching from the Pass of Kuren. Tell them to march north and meet us at the fork in the River of Light."

"Yes, Milord!" shouted the rider, and he rode away.

James looked back at the city one last time before turning and marching away with his army.
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((Did my attack count for nothing then? You didn't even mention it...))

Lathaon was stunned by the blast and the loss of Naxtiaa, but furious that Drathmor had hurt Arhaina. He recovered and shouted words as he charged forward. His hands erupted with white energy while he moved, showering the nearby area.
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Ariakas crossed the street with Arhaina, and saw Elandir lying close nearby. Arhaina seemed dazed and did not respond to anything Ariakas said. The man turned and saw Lathaon charging towards Drathmor who once was locked in the battle with Mordain.

"Lathaon," he cried out out. Then he picked a bottle of yellow-green liquid from one of the many pockets in his vest.
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Drathmor watched Lathaon charge towards him out of the corner of his eye. With a sinister grin, he looked back at Mordain.

"Once you are gone, creature, I will deal next with your cousin." spoke the Dark Lord, his voice warm with diabolical desire.

Mordain met the gaze of Drathmor. He reeled his head back and then, with as much strength he could muster, head-butted the Dark Lord before knocking him back with the butt of his staff.

((To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what you meant by what you wrote for your attack. I got the impresion that you were forcing Drathmor's magic back against him, and if that was the case then it would have no effect.))
"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil.

"It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil.

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((I vote for flaming corpses, undead are too stupid to know fear imo.))
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((It may be something like instinctive fear, more than actual mental fear. ))
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((Perhaps his own magic would have no effect, but imagine...

Lath ------> {D} --------> Drath

His magic was encased in a shield of protective - healing - magic.))

Lathaon touched his hand to the Great Necromancer's shoulder as he was struck by Mordain.
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Ariakas ran forward and tossed his bottle through the air. Lathaon and Mordain stoon on each side of Drathmor, but despite this Ariakas' aim was true. The bottle hit and smashed open against the side of Drathmor's head just after Mordain headbutted him. Yellow-green, acidic liquid ran over Drathmor and as the liquid breathed air it began to burn, with a scorching, intensive fire.
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((It may be something like instinctive fear, more than actual mental fear. ))

((Aye, like animals are afraid of fire. That and I always thought fire killed undead. I dunno, maybe it was just me. :lol: ))
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((I would guess burning zombies would do less damage than it would to a mortal because those things just don't give a damn. Skeletons, I would imagine, are probably quite dry though, not sure here. I don't know how well bone burns.))
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((Alright, well we can just go with the primal fear then.))
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