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| Gorfang | Oct 4 2008, 11:55 PM Post #601 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Tidurion was jarred from the spell as he fell down to the stone of the battlement. Undead swarmed around him, and the few soldiers around were being overwhelmed. He struggled to bring his staff around, finally cracking it over the skull of the undead which had knocked him down. Still he was dazed and confused from the spell. He was unable to stand. Instead he lashed out with the staff, smashing the legs of a skeleton like kindling thanks to the enchantment surrounding the weapon. He let out a cry of pain as the skeleton landed destroyed on top of him, its blade cutting shallowly into his leg. He uttered a cry "Aarrrgh!" More undead pressed in, and the first of the fleshlings reached the top of the wall just in front of him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nathaniel was about to reply when he heard something over the sound of the battle. He looked along the wall and saw Tidurion in grave trouble. For a moment he hesitated. Should he not just let fate take its course? Why help someone who almost caused my death? he questioned. Almost in response the spirit agreed, telling him to turn away, to continue talking and ignore the mage lord. Time seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his decision. Suddenly he took off at a run, calling back to Shaellana "Someone else will have to find him." The mage raised his sword as he ran across the wall to where Tidurion was, not a far distance but far enough in this chaos. With a burst of energy he vaulted into combat, cleaving the head from fleshling and laying into the undead without regard for grace or discipline. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Oct 5 2008, 12:05 AM Post #602 |
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High Advisor to the Archmage
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A ladder was raised to the wall, undead beginning to climb it to the battlements. Shaellana reached over and placed her hands on the ladder. She spoke spell words; fire rushed down the poles of the ladder, burning it away. She looked to see Nathaniel striking down undead around Tidurion. And she looked back at Mordain. Looking around her, she came to a decision. A jet of fire was launched from her hand into the air, signalling to her Lord. ----- Mordain saw the flames and dispatched a spell sphere to where Shaellana stood. "Yes, Shaellana?" "My Lord," she began, "you need to do something about the siege towers." The link was severed as the High Seeker began hacking through more undead. Mordain watched as the siege towers were brought closer and closer. With the bone launchers still hurling undead onto the walls, there was little he could do. His magic would have to suffice. |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 5 2008, 08:21 PM Post #603 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel sliced through another two undead in quick succession. He had cleared some space around the mage lord but undead were still on the walls, and more joined them all the time. Nathaniel called out to some soldiers, indicating the mage lord "Get him out of here, get him back from the wall. He needs to recover." He turned back in time to block the attack of a skeleton, slashing out at its arm, then pushing it over the wall. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tidurion wavered on the brink of unconciousness. He saw the mage driving back the undead. As his head swayed he heard the man's voice, saw his face from his position lying on the wall. He saw Nathaniel Drakkon. Blood still trickled from his nose, and the cut on his leg had stained his green robes with blood. He could not move, and could not find the words to speak. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Lathaon | Oct 8 2008, 11:36 PM Post #604 |
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Fallen Archmage
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"These dead ones are dirt under our heels, Ulrin..." Raila whispered. "It is hard to see why the peasants fear them." "They do not have our strength," Ulrin said. "Watch the Royal Guards, see how they fight - Weissland's greatest warriors - and see how they stand resolute. This is the way of things, mage." "Then tell me, why do we side with weaklings? Is this what your cousin would have wanted?" Ulrin's hands curled into fists, and his answer was growled through gritted teeth. "If you value your tongue, you will not let me hear it slip again. Do not mention Mehrak again, understand? We fight the undead today, so that tomorrow we will still be alive to choose our side. Now get out of my sight." |
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| chadden | Oct 9 2008, 05:54 PM Post #605 |
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Mordain stood atop the battlements themselves, arms outstretched and eyes closed as he chanted the words of a great spell. The magic building around him was immense; the siege towers had to be stopped as soon as possible. ----- The undead were pushing further along the walls, gaining better ground with each passing moment. The defenders of Weissland were brave, but the undead were tireless. Weissland forces were being overwhelmed. And, far to the east side of the wall, two undead ladders had reached the wall. Foul creatures clambered up them, ravenous hunger within them. ----- Shaellana moved towards Nathanniel once more. She cleaved through undead after undead, corpse after corpse. When she stood back-to-back with him, hacking away attackers, she spoke. "This isn't going well. Soon, it won't be a battle, but a slaughter!" |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 9 2008, 08:38 PM Post #606 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel strained against the blade of a skeleton, pushing back with some effort before slicing through the undead's skull with his own weapon. As the skeleton fell down destroyed, the mage chanted the words to a spell. A spurt of flame left his hand and lashed out at the undead, like a licking tongue of scorching heat. Two undead creatures were reduced to nothing, while the others moved to avoid the fire. It was little more than a way of getting some space, and gave the opportunity for the soldiers to deal with some of the undead unhindered. He replied "That's putting it mildly. We can't just hold off the undead forever. The dark disciples need to be killed, and the necromancers... or we will drown in blood." |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Oct 9 2008, 09:32 PM Post #607 |
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Shaellana hacked down a skeleton, before decapitating a walking corpse. "But they are out of reach. We can't do anything but wait for them." |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 9 2008, 10:15 PM Post #608 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel was about to speak when he heard a loud wooden thump. A ladder had just been raised against the wall. Ducking the grasp of a zombie, he slashed through its gut as he moved onward. Another undead attacked him, but it was sent spinning to the ground from the heavy strike he sent against it. Reaching the ladder Drakkon spoke the words of a spell. He had to lash out at a fleshling while he continued the spell, knocking it away but not killing it, as the spell was complex. Once complete, the ladder changed. No longer was it wood, the spell had transformed it into a host of ravenous insects. They were insects which hungered for dead flesh alone. As the former ladder and its occupants fell away, Nathaniel turned back to the combat. He called out to Shaellana "Then maybe we just have to get their attention." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tidurion lay motionless on the stone of the wall. He had passed out, but none of the soldiers had been able to get him clear. The battle had moved on to either side, so for the time being he was safe, but still he was helpless. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Far away on another part of the wall General Bayel rallied his men "Push them back! Push them back for Weissland! For your homes and families!" He himself hacked down one of the undead creatures, who were trying to press every advantage they gained on the walls. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Oct 9 2008, 10:23 PM Post #609 |
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Shaellana smiled. "Do you have anything in mind, Nathanniel?" She leapt forward, slicing through two undead beneath her as she was in mid air. ----- Mordain finally unleashed his spell. The clouds above formed into a swirly, dark tempest. At their centre, the eye of the storm opened up. From it, a collosal bolt of dark-purple lightning shot forth, striking one of the siege towers. The middle-section of the tower was obliterated and it collapsed upon itself. The Mage of Shadows stepped back and leaned on his staff, breathing heavily. He needed a few minutes to regain his foucus. ----- Shaellana watched Mordain's magic before calling back to Nathaniel. "That should do it!" ----- "Narak; kill Mordain." said Moarbrek. "As you wish, my lord." replied Narak'Phel, bowing before the Lich Lord. The vampire burst into a flock of bats and rushed towards the city, heading straight for the shadowy figure atop the inner wall. |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 9 2008, 10:41 PM Post #610 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Seeing the siege tower destroyed Nathaniel nodded grimly "That should do it. Whatever can be done to drag them into the fight will give us a better chance to defeat them. But still I'd like to settle the score with one of those bastards personally, we lost good people in the rearguard battle." He took a moment or two to rest himself, as his last spell had been quite taxing. Feeling ready once more, Nathaniel swept his blade left and right, carving a bloody path through two undead who approached him. Holding the weapon in both hands in front of him, the mage looked around for more undead. He did not have to look far, they were everywhere. He started to say "Perhaps if we can--" Suddenly he was cut off. A shrieking, whistling sound seemed to cut the very air around them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The vampire swooped down like a blur, barrelling into Nathaniel at great speed. Its wingspan knocked everyone near the mage away as Kor'Mor'Oka tackled the mage. Grabbing hold of his prey, the vampire swept up far out of reach above the wall with startling speed. High above the battle, the mage and the vampire were locked in a deathgrip. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Oct 9 2008, 10:50 PM Post #611 |
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The bats swarmed around Mordain. The vampire formed behind him for just a second, long enough to push the mage from the battlements. As Mordain fell towards the roof of one of the barracks, he used magic to slow his fall and land easily upon its surface. He turned back to face the vampire that was descending towards him. The creature formed in an attempt to drive straight into Mordain, but he raised his staff to meet the creature. Narak'Phel slammed into Mordain's staff and the mage pivoted the staff round, casting Narak away from him. "You will not be the first dark creature that has tried to take my life. Nor will you be the first to fail." said Mordain, summoning his sword into his hand and standing ready. Narak rose and dusted himself off. He drew his own blade and let his arm hang loosley by his side. "You are said to be a dangerous enemy. I have long waited to put that to the test." The vampire and mage lunged towards eachother, clashing blades. |
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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 | Oct 10 2008, 12:03 AM Post #612 |
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Ariakas saw the vampire attack Mordain, but could do little against the bat. The Weisslander defenders around them lost faith, and the undead around them pushed forward. Ariakas and Bana lifted their swords and joined the melee, but Ariakas called out to Justin. "Justin," he cried. "See if Mordain needs a hand against that creature. You're the only one of us who can handle it." Justin nodded, pulled away from the other undead and raced down the stairs towards the combat between Mordain and Narak. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gradually Snes Kvangar came closer to the area on the wall where the Loremaster Ariakas was making his stand. Men called out to the Captain of the defences, but Kvangar did not care for them. The time had come to strike, to finally have his revenge on Fizban Dantares. |
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| Ariakas | Oct 10 2008, 12:04 AM Post #613 |
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Solo Fryysen stood close to the ladders and used his storming magic to halt them as they came crushing down towards the wall. Manipulating the winds of magic he held them up and pushed them both back, crashing down and destroung numerous undead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Loter Arthious had moved further to the right along the wall again, further towards the command of General Bayel. But still he could see from a distance, mage lord Tidurion slump against the wall and disappearing in the chaos. He called out to mage lord Andros with his strong voice. "Mage lord!", he cried. "Andros. You're loosing one of your own. Look forth, Tidurion is falling." Little could stand against old, mage lord Andros now as he carved a path through the undead with destructive fire and exploding energy. He turned every skeleton in his path into smoldering bones, stripped of the false, necromantic life that had controlled them. Soon Andros was close to Tidurion, feeling his pulse and hoping the mage lord was still alive. There was no reason to loose Tidurion. |
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| Hotshot | Oct 10 2008, 03:13 AM Post #614 |
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When the ladders were raised against the walls, James finally joined the battle. He drew the sword of Mhari Castoden, raised it over his head, and let it fall down on the undead, hacking and cleaving neatly through their dusty bones and tough flesh. He slashed his way through the undead as they came, dispatching five in quick succession by cutting through heads, torsos, arms, and legs with his enchanted blade. The men around him, his veterans, rallied beside him, fighting with vigor as they saw the ease with which their captain dispatched the enemy. |
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| chadden | Oct 10 2008, 10:24 AM Post #615 |
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Mordain deflected the first blow, but the second was quick; Narak cut across Mordain's arm, tearing through both fabric and skin. "You're slow, Mordain." The vampire made another quick strike, clipping Mordain's shoulder. "Too slow." Mordain shrugged off the attacks. He turned to Narak and shot a burst of dark magic from his staff, propelling the vampire backwards. "But I make-up for that, you repulsive wretch!" ----- The undead siege towers were almost at the walls. Perhaps five more minutes, and they would be able to unleash their blood-thirsty passengers upon the walls. |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 10 2008, 01:09 PM Post #616 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Bayel and his men stood firm, cutting down the undead with skill, experience, and discipline. The ladders raised against the walls were forced away by groups of men, or the tops were hacked up, making them collapse under the weight of the undead climbing them. Still the tide did not halt. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More undead swarmed towards the body of mage lord Tidurion. Amongst them were many skeletons armed with sword and shield, zombies shambling along the walls from where their bodies had been deposited and raised by necromancers. They moved with the intent of their masters, to kill the mage lords. Four Nathremal arrived in the form of bats flying around the second mage lord violently, preventing him from reaching the first mage lord. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| chadden | Oct 10 2008, 05:04 PM Post #617 |
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Moarbrek raised his hands and conjured an undead steed from the bones around him. After climbing atop it, he called to Urden'Hel and his Fel Knights. "The siege towers are almost upon the walls. Move forward. Be ready to join the fray!" Fiery warriors moved through the hordes of undead, led by Urden and Moarbrek himself. ----- Mordain spun, knocking Narak back once more with his staff. The indestructible surface of the staff cracked into the vampire's skull, throwing him to the ground. In that instant, Mordain drove his sword through Narak's shoulder, pinning him to the ground. "Now you will die, vampire." He raised his staff, ready to deliver the final blow. But, a sickly smile spread across his foe's face. The vampire changed into naught but mist, only to reappear behind Mordain. This time, the blow came from Narak; he slashed across Mordain's back and kicked him forward. Laughing, Narak walked forward. "All you mortals are the same; so pathetic!" Mordain turned slowly towards Narak. From within his hood, his eyes were glowing red, shining through the darkness. And a strange smoke-like substance was rising from the tears in his robes. "Who said I was mortal, vampire?" |
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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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| Gorfang | Oct 10 2008, 07:59 PM Post #618 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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In the air Nathaniel fought with the vampire. He had gotten the drop on the mage, but now Nathaniel was not inclined to simply admit defeat. He lashed out at the vampire, kicking and trying to bring his sword to strike. Kor'Mor'Oka growled in anger and pushed the mage away, before smashing him in the head with a punch. A rush of air was enough to make the dazed Weisslander realise he was falling away. The vampire grabbed him by the wrist tightly, jerking his shoulder and digging razor-sharp talons into his arm. But it was not his sword arm. Nathaniel slashed out with the sword, catching the vampire in the leg. With a howl of pain Kor'Mor'Oka used his unnatural strength to toss the mage up higher into the air before catching him once more with a charging attack, slamming their bodies together with a cracking impact. Even as the mage once more spun in the air and started to fall, Kor'Mor'Oka swept down and grabbed Nathaniel viciously by the throat, holding him there in the air as his leathery wings beat foul air to hover. The vampire gloated with a wicked grin "Give it up, you've lost. The undead will wipe away the stain of mortals this day." Not backing down an inch, Nathaniel shouted "Not while I still breathe!" He called out the words to a spell, and suddenly the vampire was struck by electricity from the mage. Both magic-user and target let out cries of pain, for held by the vampire, Nathaniel himself was struck by his own electricity. For a second they seemed to hang there, and then both fell towards the ground. Nathaniel had timed his attack well, judging the distance carefully. The fighting had brought them above one of the towers along the walls of Asulien, and they dropped towards it. Still, it was a long way to fall, and it could have seriously injured him. Nathaniel released himself from Kor'Mor'Oka's grip just in time to manoeuvre the vampire's body beneath him. They landed with a sickening thump, and the stones of the tower cracked in a spider web beneath them. Rolling away from the vampire, who had taken almost all of the impact, Nathaniel gripped the crenulations to drag himself upright. |
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| chadden | Oct 14 2008, 02:41 PM Post #619 |
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Mordain tore at his robes, removing the top-half and leaving himself bare-chested. Narak backed away, staring in a mix of awe and fear at Mordain's form. His blue skin, moon-white hair and red eyes were a shock to the creature. And his left arm, with its unnatural scarring, bolstered this feeling. Mordain held his staff in one hand, and his sword in the other. But he dismissed them both, banishing them in a burst of smoke. He held up his hands and willed his demonic magic to life. In responce, the bones within his hands cracked as their form changed. Mordain was left with clawed hands, talons capable of ripping through almost any defence. "Now, come and claim my life vampire. If you can." Narak shrieked and rushed madly at Mordain, blade held high. But Mordain raised his hand and incinerated Narak's weapon with a burst of demonic energy. As the vampire stumbled towards him, he spun and struck the creature back with one hand, while at the same time tearing his other hand across the creature's chest. Narak landed and hissed at him. "You... what are you?" Mordain walked towards Narak and lifted him off the ground with one powerful hand around his neck. "I am your destruction!" |
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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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| Mordus | Oct 14 2008, 11:00 PM Post #620 |
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((Woot im not dead. Apparently.)) Mordus stared blankly past the scene of the battle into the grey horizon. Not quite with his senses about him. He could tell the others were locked in battle and the urge to draw his sword was strong. Yet he felt a strange apathy in his limbs that refused to yield. A dark arrow whistled past his left, clipping his cloak on its way past. It roused him slightly and mortal fear trickled slowly back into his concious. "Move." His body willed, and gradually he turned his gaze down towards the foot of the city before him. He bent his knees, and with more strength than he had anticipated plunged clean off the wall onto an oncoming siege tower. He drew his blade in mid air and snarling viciously stabbed it into the side of the closing engine, hanging by the handle two thirds up its height. He losed one hand and with a audible crack sent a bolt of shadow fire clean through the timbers, bone and ironwork. It left a smouldering hole through which he quickly climbed, emerging into a scorched and fould interior. Remnants of undead warriors twitched and dragged themselfs across the flooring. Mordus cut them down and made his way down several wooden ladders to the base of the construct. Rows of undead pushing great spokes failed to notice him and deftly continued pushing as he severed their limbs one by one until eventualy the tower came to a grinding halt. |
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