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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 02:28 PM Post #701 |
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Drathmor shrieked in agony as his face was seared by the liquid, and his shoulder was struck by the healing magic Lathaon had in play. The Dark Lord released a terrible roar as he dissipated into smoke. He reappeared behind Lathaon. The Archmage was thrown forward into Mordain by the Great Necromancer's unnatural strength. The two elves fell to the ground. Drathmor turned his eyes towards the man who had thrown the vial. He extended his hand; the man was lifted off the ground and held three feet above the ground. His muscle went tense and he was immobilised as the Dark Lord began his spell. "You miserable wretch! The deffiance of you pathetic mortals knows no bounds!" roared Drathmor. He began chanting the words of his strongest magic; the power to destroy a soul. The man felt his strength begin to fade and was afflicted with terrible agony, though he was unable to move. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 05:19 PM Post #702 |
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Ariakas felt his whole body was locked up. He was not able to move a single muscle on his body. So this is how it all ends, he thought. So far from the White Realm. So far from Stanislav. Ariakas felt his strength go away, and with it his mind. He felt fear entering his body. Fear of death, fear of destruction. How frail his body in truth was, how quickly he was loosing this battle. It was no point fighting. But then he remembered, as he always did when he needed it the most. And suddenly, despite the magic of Drathmor which held him fast and sucked the life out of him, he was able to move something. Despite the strong magic keeping him still his jaw began to move. "Try you may Dark One," Ariakas spoke, three feet above the ground. "But you will learn soon enough that there is something no being in this world or another might overcome, and here you face it. No matter how much of your evil sorcery you use on me you will find my hearth still beating in the end. You don't know me and you don't know my story. I am protected by fate." The Loremaster laughed. A horrible laugh, a laugh of a dying man. |
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| Mordus | Jan 16 2008, 09:09 PM Post #703 |
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Draicha came hurtling wreaklessly from behind a tall building, wings flailing in dismay as Mordus urged her into a dive, eventualy colliding so hard with the Dark Lord that Mordus was knocked off the saddle and followed Drathmor into the wall of a nearby building. There was an unnatural solidity and weight to the Dark Lord, such that Draicha was jarred into yet another building. Masonry and timbers flew everywhere as mount, rider and Lich all crashed simultaneously, obliterating the better part of three houses. |
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| Lathaon | Jan 16 2008, 09:13 PM Post #704 |
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Lathaon recognised the spell. It was something he had thought about so many times since his childhood, thought over how he would defend against it, and how it worked. He had always dreaded the situation. He knew he needed to intervene, not only to save another from such a terrible fate but to see if it was possible to resist Drathmor's wrath as it was directed in such a way. [Lathaon leaving Ataya, entering Plane of Death] He didn't think first, he simply started speaking the words he had promised himself never to use. He saw, in his mind, the Plane of Death. He saw Ariakas' soul, struggling against tendils of magic which were crushing it. He felt his own soul, and some around him. He was no longer paying attention to the Plane of Life; his efforts were committed now. He reached out to pull at the tendrils, and they came away easily at first. The Great Necromancer was not expecting it. Then, as he pulled off the last of the writhing black tendrils, he could not let go. They turned on him now, wrapping around him in an agonising grip. More rose up. As he uttered yet more of his words, he felt the world seem to slow down. He needed time to think. He had no real arms in this plane or anything to defend himself in this position. He sensed around him. There were more souls nearby, still bearing a firm attachment to their bodies. One of them seemed larger, brighter than the others. He beckoned, and it came. As the tendrils wrapped tighter and tighter, he let it come to him. It seemed too late. He could feel nothing, had no ability to go back. He sensed that he was small and helpless. The other soul swirled around him and through him, and he felt stronger. He felt them pushed away, and the spell disappear, but the tendrils of dark magic remained around him. Then the soul seemed to join with him and he felt safe, but unable to move. [Back in Ataya] Arhaina looked in horror at Lathaon. Where his body should have been, there was an ethereal shade, frozen in place and time. There was an invisible wound on his head, from which a small drop of blood emerged and trickled down his face. Then the world seemed to flip over and she felt herself moving away. Elandir was quick to flee the scene. ((Argh, Mordus, too fast)) |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 09:19 PM Post #705 |
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((Hum... both of you guys saved me there... both of your posts stay the way they are?)) |
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| Mordus | Jan 16 2008, 09:27 PM Post #706 |
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((I was first!
Sorry Jonno
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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 09:43 PM Post #707 |
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Drathmor threw the new-comer away as if he were a ragdoll. He could sense what the Archmage had done; he had saved the human, but at what cost? A dark smile spread across Drathmor's face as he watched the elf's incorporeal body. He rose and sent terrible bolts of power towards his enemies. ----- Mordain rolled to the side to avoid the Dark Lord's attack. Elandir and Arhaina were gone, and Lathaon was... Cousin, what have you done? The Mage of Shadows saw a fiery orb on the ground. Quickly, he invoked a spell that brought it into his grasp before turning and moving over to Ariakas and Shaellana. He dragged the two of them to their feet. "We need to leave, now!" he roared. Just then, a beastial cry sounded from overhead as Ruin and Gor descended from the skies. Ruin invoked his magic to send the Dark Lord hurtling away from the Weisslanders. Gor dropped low and brought his dragon round beside Mordain, Ariakas and Shaellana. Shaellana leapt onto the back of the dragon, and Mordain moved Ariakas onto the beast after; the man was weak from the effects of Drathmor's magic. Gor took his dragon into the air and Mordain turned back towards the Dark Lord, who was rising again. Ruin made another attack, yet this time, Drathmor blasted the dragon. Ruin was forced to retreat and Drathmor set his gaze on Mordain and Mordus. "Come then, 'Dark Lord', and claim your victory. If you can!" taunted Mordain, after concealing the orb within his robes. Drathmor surged with rage and moved quickly towards Mordain. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 09:47 PM Post #708 |
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"What happened to Lathaon?" Ariakas cried to Shaellana. |
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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 09:48 PM Post #709 |
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Shaellana shook her head slowly. "I don't know..." |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 09:55 PM Post #710 |
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"He can't be lost," Ariakas cried out. "I need him." Then he bent closer so that Gor could hear him. "Where are you taking us?" |
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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 09:59 PM Post #711 |
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Gor did not respond. He kept his eyes fixed ahead. Shaellana, however, was filled with anger. She grabbed Ariakas by the shoulder and forced him to look at her. "You need him? If Lord Lathaon is lost, realmer, then there will be far more important things to worry about than what you need!" |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 10:06 PM Post #712 |
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Ariakas looked at her with a look just as crazed and angered as her own. "I'm an not a Realmer woman," he spoke with his jaw clenched with fury. Then he cried towards Gor, once more asking him where they were going. |
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| Mordus | Jan 16 2008, 10:09 PM Post #713 |
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A broken beam shifted amongst the debris of the destroyed building, sending more dust into the air. Mordus dragged himself up painfully and rasped as he inhaled air. His clothes were torn and a myriad of cuts inundated him with dizzying pain. A shimmer of blue escaped his hand as he murmured and he could feel his punctured lung and broken ribs heal with a sickening sensation. It was like being anti-mangled. He saw Drathmor turned to face Mordain and acted fast. He hurtled a fiery dark lance at the Lich and at the same time emmited a curdling shriek. As the Lich shrugged the blow and turned his attention to Mordus, Draicha burst out of the rubble of the building she had crashed into and hefted Mordain up into the air with one claw, swooping in a horizontal arc past the Dark Lord and grabbing Mordus with the other. She dived vertically up and vanished into the low cloud cover above the city. |
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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 10:19 PM Post #714 |
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Drathmor watched as the Weisslanders disappeared into the skies. Slowly, he turned back to the ethereal form of Lathaon... ----- Mordain breathed heavily as he and Mordus worked their way onto Draicha's back, with help from the drake herself. "We need to find the army." said Mordain weakly. ----- Shaellana kept her gaze fixed on Ariakas as they flew over the city. "Gor, take us to the retreating army." Gor simply nodded. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 10:24 PM Post #715 |
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Ariakas looked over the towering smoke rising over Ataya. His strong eyes noticed the other drake rising far behind them. He muttered under his breath, "Damn! Damn it all." |
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| Mordus | Jan 16 2008, 10:41 PM Post #716 |
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"Castoden should be just north of the city perimiter." Said Mordus gingerly as he clutched his chest. He had always favoured efficient healing spells over the painless kind. He turned the dragon into a descent and they neared the ground quickly, touching down on grass several hundred yards past the last of the northern city buildings. Regiments were gathered all around, and the supply caravan could be seen lieng further north. Mordus and Mordain dismounted and after brief words quickly followed a nearby Seeker to Castoden. |
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| chadden | Jan 16 2008, 10:46 PM Post #717 |
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Mordain moved as quickly as he could towards James. "Lord Castoden, do you know what casualties we suffered?" ----- Gor took his dragon down and landed near to where Mordain, Mordus and James Castoden stood. The big man, along with Shaellana and Ariakas, dismounted and made their way over. |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Jan 16 2008, 11:42 PM Post #718 |
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James nodded to the elf. "We thought you were lost. I am glad to see we were wrong. The army, yes...we lost nearly half of our number, near 15,000 men." |
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| Ariakas | Jan 16 2008, 11:48 PM Post #719 |
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Some of the few mages, and some of the only mage lords left, which had survived the battle soon came up to the rest of the commanders. Among them were Borsun, Boralays, Tmar and Vedgar. Vedgar was limping, a wound from one of Drathmor's servants which even healing magic could not fix. The poison was stopped, but it could not be removed. |
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| chadden | Jan 17 2008, 08:49 AM Post #720 |
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"Some of us have been lost..." said Mordain slowly. "The army needs to move north. We will find sanctuary in the realm of the Order of Light." |
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"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. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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