Bre'Cheye
Honored Warrior
HW5
ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 5, 2012 22:14:43 GMT -5
"Irishman!" She spoke his name as before her eyes he transformed into a wolf. A quite large wolf. Before she could say another word, the wolf.. or Irishman... was gone.
She quickly made her way to where the others had been, only to find that area deserted. Knowing that they surely must be admist the battle, she looked to the ceiling to mutter to herself, "Oh gods oh gods oh gods."
She quickly cast her series of spells upon herself: a minor protection shield that surrounded her body, a levitating spell and an invisibility spell. She closed her eyes to get a "feeling" where everyone was located. The trail she latched onto was DS. She ran or floated as quickly toward DS, no tracks left behind because of her levitating. About 10 feet before she reached DS, her invisibilty spell dropped to reveal her presence.
"Ooops," she said to herself as she began the last few steps to where DS standing and the white wolf she knew to be Irishman.
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Post by Gawayn on Feb 5, 2012 23:59:14 GMT -5
It was his own fault, really. He should have remained focused, but the gnawing bit of blackness within had been too difficult to suppress, too large to ignore. He lost his focus, causing him to follow his own selfish impulses. What had come upon him, he who was trained in the holy paladin order, an exemplar of righteous warriordom? Always curious about secrets of the past, he'd allowed himself to become lost in ancient spells, prayers for auras never practiced in his lifetime. He would learn them all, every single one. His friends could hold out without him, couldn't they? How selfish if they couldn't!
He finished memorizing the prayer to one particularly useful aura when his eyes caught the edge of another book, the holy writings imparted to him by his brother. That made him pause. His hand did not want to obey as he picked the small booklet up and opened it, the words on the parchment bringing a great comfort to his eyes, and to his heart. He forced himself to read through an entire chapter, not thinking of battle, of puzzles, or prizes or spells, only the serenity of the words.
On reaching the end, he plunked the book down. Enough! I need to help my friends! But he couldn't do so in here, right now. He'd failed.
He walked out into the hallway and went to cast his mind about for another friend to communicate with, but stopped. Part of him didn't want to think about what he'd learned but the excitement of discovery was still too new to him. Closing his eyes, he went through the complex prayers and thought matrices, more discombobulated than any he could ever remember having done before. He had to find someone who could help provide a path so he could find answers. So focused, he didn't even notice his consciousness shift.
He was standing outside the walls of the castle, far away from any battle. His form seemed not quite solid, not quite in touch with the reality before him. An aura of Sending, the ancient texts had called it. He peered into the shadows then, seeing something move. One figure standing over another, holding a blade out against...Unknown? His friend was in danger!
Not stopping to think that his physical body was supposedly far underground, Gawayn took the assailant's head in his hands and gave it a sharp twist, tossing the body aside. He held out his hand to Unknown.
What are you doing here, faced so by one of your own? What's going on here? Dragon_Stalker is battling a fell creature. Can you tell anything that might aid me in my search for this dark enemy?
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Post by Dragon_Stalker on Feb 6, 2012 11:19:01 GMT -5
As the warrior exploded upwards with a speed that was uncanny, the foul beast looked hungrily at the warrior. The moment before impact, the warrior's sword tip dropped suddenly... THUD-ting! The sword hit the ground, and the warrior's momentum carried him forward as he tackled the beast to the ground. Armorless, weaponless, the warrior latched his muscular arms around the fiendish creature with a death grip. He looked upwards to the outer tower, as he shouted:
No hesitation!!!
The warrior wrestled on the ground, clenching with all his might, and with his legs wrapped securely around the shadow monster. His torso was exposed, defenseless...
Back to the pit, with you!
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Post by Palavar on Feb 6, 2012 15:00:25 GMT -5
Palavar steadied the arrow, wanting to wait especially now that Dragon_Stalker was grappling with the fell creature. But he was a paladin, trained hard for moments such as this, with so much in the balance. That his life might needs be sacrificed was of little import. He knew what he had to do. He did not hesitate.
TWANG!
The arrow leapt from the bow, the magical runes crackling with energy. Palavar uttered a prayer, what might be his final words, waiting for it to strike his target.
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Post by james111222 on Feb 6, 2012 18:44:16 GMT -5
In the battle between D_S and the Dark Champion, the battle continued. The Dark Champion was vicious in battle, showing strengths most mortals would have never tried to defeat alone. With a vicious hammering fist, he struck at D_S, his evil grin a malicious and undeniable evil.
In the clearing where Unknown was held hostage, the scouts watching from the woods vacantly grinned as one of Unknown's own men was killed. They all drew back their bows. 6 in number, the Undead Archers hollow eyes did not blink.
Move a muscle and you both die where you stand.
Far into the cloud of darkness, James was working on a spell. His curse built in pressure, seemingly as if there was lightning without thunder, the Darkness suddenly rippled.
Thra'dena Unsrenshriana!
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Unknown
Honored Warrior
HW2
Mr. Pie Eater
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Post by Unknown on Feb 6, 2012 22:05:07 GMT -5
Hearing Gawayn's voice interrupt his thoughts, Unknown replied
There is nothing I can tell you that you do not know already, I'm sorry. Be quick, I fear there isn't much time left.
Severing the connection with Gawayn, Unknown gave himself a moment to mourn Plank's death. It hadn't been part of the plan, though they had both known how dangerous it was. Shaking the feeling off, Unknown looked in the direction of the enemy. So much raw power was emanating from him...or it...that he could see a vague form, even in the darkness. Looking closer, he saw that...yes, the power originated from the ring, as was expected. Plank had been the one sent to the mountains, where he had found Gakthrak the Cunning and asked about the crown jewels, which had all be found in this area. Gakthrak confirmed that, when used properly, the jewels gave their wielder unimaginable power. Tying this information with the recent theft of one of the rings, it was almost certain that this was where the shadow army got its power. Plank left a good deal poorer, but the knowledge that such power was contained in only one of the crown jewels--and that the enemy would surely be after the rest--had weighed on his mind much more than that.
Now, Unknown prepared himself to enter the darkness. Muttering a few words under his breath, he suddenly turned invisible and his bonds fell off. All part of the plan. Pulling a silver throwing knife out, Unknown dashed into the blackness. Surprisingly, it resisted him, as though it was pressurized. A ripple caused him to be pushed back somewhat, but he pressed forward and slashed at where the ring seemed to be.
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Irishman
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Clan member[wCP:0]
Traveling Bard
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Post by Irishman on Feb 6, 2012 23:43:37 GMT -5
The great wolfe staggered as a wave of evil was unleashed upon the field. It's silvery nimbus faded for the briefest of moments, allowing a sword thrust to penetrate at the shoulder. While the wound was shallow, the sword tip broke off and wedged into the wound.
The wolfe recovered from its stumble and continued to tear into the uncountable undead, unconcerned about so shallow a wound. A large circle was open around the mighty warriors, one of darkness, one of light, each seeking to disable the other.
Hours later, the seemingly infatigable wolfe began to stagger as the wound worsened. The flesh about had turned a sickly gray and the wolfe collapsed to as its leg gave out. It let out on last howl, calling its brethren to its side before falling onto its side, panting. The air shimmered around the wolfe and Irishmans' body was seen amidst the other wolves, unconcious.
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Post by Dragon_Stalker on Feb 7, 2012 0:38:30 GMT -5
As the champion beast of darkness pummeled at the warrior, the blows landed squarely on the warrior's unguarded chest.*crack* *crunch* POP! The sound wasn't good; a few cracked ribs and a crushed sternum, though devastating, did not prevent the warriors massive arms from holding fast to the creature. A glimmer could be seen in the distance...it was approaching, fast! The arrow soared through the thick air with purpose and speed. ~SPLAT~ "Ughnn!" The arrow easily penetrated the warrior's soften chest, clear through the other side and into the dark beast...
His eyes growing faint, the light in the warrior's eyes grew dim rapidly, life escaping them. In the distance there are flickering lights...could they be another wave of flaming arrows hurled from the castle? Perhaps these were magic combat spells flying rapidly through the air..... except the lights were kind of hovering. Even as the darkness surrounding the small flicker of lights became more abundant, the warrior could not release the satisfied grin from his face.
With the last moment of light in the warrior's eyes, he looked around for his friends: one, Palavar, fell from the outer tower rooftop, his body catapulting downward, lifelessly to the ground below...the other, Irishman transformed as a brilliant silver wolf, huffing deeply and clenching his shoulder; each breath emitting a visible cloud of air, showing the great effort it took just to breathe....the last one, Bre'Cheye the druidess, had a look of sadness. The warrior's heart melted, and he couldn't help but having those last thoughts..."I am.....sorry...." COUGH COUGH... The warrior's eyes sealed shut. His mind was at rest, or at least it would have been, if not for those two hovering lights...How on earth could he see them still, with his eyes wide shut??
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Bre'Cheye
Honored Warrior
HW5
ussta zhennu ventash'ma zhah ussta zhennu abbil... My Great Leader is my Great Friend!
Posts: 8,369
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Post by Bre'Cheye on Feb 7, 2012 9:11:12 GMT -5
The shield she had cast to surround her body held fast as the wave of evil flowed across the battlefield. Time, it seemed, had slowed to an agonizing speed. Everything she was witnessing suddenly appeared to be in slow motion. The sounds were now muffled and garbled; no voice recognizable. She began turning to her right, slower than the scene before her, until she had viewed everything in a full circle. Irishman's wolfe form had been struck by an arrow, she heard herself scream but it sounded like her scream came from another area. She saw DS fighting the moster, saw DS fall. "Oh, gods... no..." she muttered to herself. She held her left hand toward Irishman and her right hand toward DS, then shouted the Elven words, "Re'ala en' i' taure, fallan amin gwaith!! Re'ala en' i' taure, fallan amin gwaith! *" Looking upward, she felt more than saw the healing powers coming down from her goddess Tunare. She could feel that the spell was now surrounding both Irishman and DS. With the shield still surrounding her and her levitation spell now faded, she ran toward where Irishman lay; her feet hitting the ground with each step. She fell to her knees and started to place both hands on the fallen Bard, then turned to hold her hand out to nothing. "Ainast nae gurtha!!" Any enemy approaching herself and those she knelt by would be engulfed by a thousand stinging insects, some to the point of dying while others who were unwounded would be rendered near helpless**. With the little mana or energy she had left, she cast one last spell upon those fallen around her, including Irishman. "Atara Tunare, suor fallan au, suor fallan au..."*** She fell across Irishman's body, totally drained of her mana. Drifting in and out of her own consciousness, she could feel the health of those around her, slowly begin to reginerate and heal. *Re'ala en' i'taure are the words for the Druid spell, Regrowth of the Grove; a healing spell. "fallan amin gwaith" heal my people source: everquest-online.com/spells/regrowth-of-the-grove-id1569.php** Ainast nae gurtha: Death sting or Drift of Death source: everquest-online.com/spells/drifting-death-id665.php*** Atara Tunare, suor fallan au, suor fallan au: Mother Tunare, bless and heal us, bless and heal, bless and heal Source: everquest-online.com/spells/blessing-of-replenishment-id3441.php
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Post by james111222 on Feb 7, 2012 15:23:56 GMT -5
As James's Curse of Weakness struck at the warriors, James chuckled as Unknown ran towards him, and motioned towards his undead archers to stand down. Even without magic this would be an easy battle.
Very well, Unknown, although it was foolish of you to attempt this alone, I could always use another Champion. Pride is a folly easily exploited.
A dozen Darkness Tendrils slice at Unknown while he charges, and James simultaneously draws his blade.
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Post by james111222 on Feb 7, 2012 15:28:44 GMT -5
Although the Champion slumps to the ground, he continues to batter at D_S's chest, his pounding fist growing weaker and weaker with every strike. He shows no pain, no worry, and no fear...only direction...until finally he falls. James' voice booms from every shadow, his voice as if a plauge upon the land.
Well, my warriors...you may have defeated one summoning, but alas, Unknown has come to fight me alone! He is far from the battle, your magic is depleted, and I smell the corruption in his heart. The next one you face shall now be one of your own!
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Irishman
Honored Warrior
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Traveling Bard
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Post by Irishman on Feb 7, 2012 17:28:13 GMT -5
Irishman could feel the sword tip being drawn back out of his shoulder. The sliver of tainted steel fought the magics drawing it out. Even smaller tendrils of the blade tried to break off, but the healing magics surrounding it prevented any lingering bits from staying in the wound.
As the piece of metal was withdrawn, the wound closed and faded to a faint bruising on the shoulder. After the healing, Irishmans' spirit began to repair itself. He drew a deep breath and was surprised to feel no pain, only a lingering ache that was quickly fading. Looking at his shoulder, he saw the blood from the wound, but not the wound itself.
Realizing he was in the midst of a battle, he shrugged off the lingering effects of the switch and took stock of his surroundings. The other wolves still gathered round, keeping the hordes of undead at bay and Irishman noticed that Bre'Cheye was lying next to him. Quickly examining her, he discovered no wounds beyond the scar at her temple.
Grabbing up a discarded cloak that had fallen off the dead, he wrapped it about himself then picked up Bre'Cheye and quickly carried her back to the safety of the castle. The wolves harried the attackers until Irishman was afely inside before turning back to the battel field.
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Post by james111222 on Feb 7, 2012 18:39:14 GMT -5
James' shadow assistant begins to cast petty magic at the wolves. It looks like shadow-fire!
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Post by Gawayn on Feb 8, 2012 12:31:42 GMT -5
Gawayn had seen enough, and it was apparent he was out of time. Unknown had been unable to tell him anything directly, but as his aura of Sending had faded, he had seen the tendrils of darkness reaching out toward his rushing comrade. Breathing heavily from the exertion, he let his aura fade and found himself once more in the hallway far from where his friends were fighting.
He returned to the room, ready to depart but for one more task. He had recognized something in the source of those dark tendrils, poorly though he had seen it. Something he'd come across before, but couldn't recall. Something he'd read earlier...a legend?
More exploring would have to wait. Gathering up the few items he brought, he stopped near the doorway, caught by his reflection in a mirror on the wall. On impulse, he grabbed the thing and left, his sense of urgency propelling him through the hallways and up flights of stairs far faster than he'd descended. He was glad for no armor or weapons to hinder him now. He only hoped he reached the battle before it was too late.
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Unknown
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HW2
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Post by Unknown on Feb 8, 2012 13:18:55 GMT -5
Unknown was drowning in the darkness around him. It suffocated and paralysed him, and it felt like his mind was roughly being torn apart to reveal any fault, any weakness that might be used against him. A feeling of objectivity washed over the portion of his consciousness that was observing these things, and like the darkness, Unknown began to consider every aspect of his life. Why had he not told Gawayn about the ring, while he had the chance? Haste...it was haste. He shouldn't have rushed out to do battle with the darkness by himself. He should have stopped to consider that the information he had would be useful for Gawayn, instead of being so eager to put his plan into action as soon as possible. The reprimand and knowledge that he had failed his friends seared his mind like a fire, as the darkness continued to corrupt the rest of him...
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