"Ye hae missed a bloody good fight, but dinna ye worry laddie, thear be more" Thoradin said pointing his axe in the direction of a gathering group of Gargantuan Beasts bearing down on the adventurers
"Less talk, more fight!" Wulfgar shouted. "Steel yourselves!! There is glory enough for all!"
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"Well, I didn't miss it all then!" said Thufir Hawat as he prepared himself. He drew three daggers, throwing two, saving the last. He watched the beasts bearing down on the small group, noticing one go down with dagger to the knee. It was immediately crushed by its fellows, crashing down the hill in a bloodlust. In the space of a few scant seconds, they were upon the group.
Hawat bent his arm, and a kindjal dropped into his hand, ready for battle. Not a moment too soon, as a Beast swung with all it's might at the distracted Winston. Leaping forward, Hawat Tackled Winston to the ground, just dodging the flailing limb himself.
Reacting with all his years of practice, he jabbed up at the Beast. He was far too late, not having fought for a long while had sapped him of his previous skills. He rolled over as the Beast thwacked again, barely missing. Hawat sprung to his feet, jabbed his dagger into it's head, and went searching for another.
"A SKOOLL CLEAV'R!!" Thoradin proclaimed as he leaped into the air and driving his axe through the skull of a Gargantuan Beast.
Likewise around him warriors were engaging in combat with the large and dominating creatures, with their powerful arms delivering crushing blows to armor and helms.
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Having just recently been thrown to the ground by an unknown force, Winston was quite dazed. He got up slowly and began looking around for his "protection buddy". When he saw him he moved towards him, but noticed one of the new varieties of tomatos to Winston. The tomato noticed Winston and began at once to attempt to decapitate him. Luckily, Winston tripped in the nick of time and the "tomato" missed. Winston, after seeing the attempt at his head, realized that these huge things that spouted red juice, weren't actually tomatos, because a tomato had never tried to take off Winstons head before. Relieved that he finally got something new to practice his sword fighting skills with, Winston picked himself up and took off the head of the thing that sprouted red juice and was not a tomato.
Feeling pleased with himself, Winston begun to trudge along and decided to attempt the same trick on some other not tomatos.
After dispatching 3 other Beasts, Thufir Hawat was getting a bit tired. "I've got to train more" he thought to himself, as another Beast came at him. Ducking one swing, he came up for a retaliatory swipe at it's midsection, only to be hit in the side of the head and knocked flying. His last concious thought was;
Mantis had been walking for some time now, the sounds of battle at his back. He was surrounded now by high stone buildings, which looked to be some sort of warehouse district. Hearing the gibbering sound of demons sent shivers up his spine, and he dogded into a side street avoiding their notice.
It was then that he noticed a large tower protruding from one of the warehouses, probably a grain storage now that he thought about it. It was crumbling rather badly from the onslaught the town had been under, the base of the thing rattled after every explosion from the battle in fact. Mantis got an idea.
"Hmph, let those others waste their energy fighting wave after wave of demonkin," he muttered while examining the tower. One good strike from something big could take it out he wagered, but what? Sheathing his sword he ran into the warehouse next to the grain tower, an idea boiling up in his mind. The workers here used a system of pullys and levers to load up large caravan wagons with heavy sacks of grain, or oats or something. It wasn't long before Mantis found what he was looking for. Running up some stairs he made his way up to the second story of the warehouse, toward a large open loading bay that looked directly out at the crumbling grain tower.
"There you are you little wench!" After flipping a few levers the man began working a winch he had found, faster and faster, then very slowly as the tension built up. Luckily there was still a large pallet filled with a goodly amount of grain on it. As the pallet swung up at an angle to be level with the storage bay he was on, Mantis stopped working the mechanism locking it in place.
Then he listened. He could hear the sounds of battle, just on the other side of the storage tower, along with the familiar gibbering of the demonkin. Satisfied Mantis smiled to himself, perhaps he'd get a medal for this. Of course he didn't think that perhaps anyone on his side would be in the way of a tumbling building, instead he drew his sword and cut the now taught rope holding the pallet in mid-air. The swashbuckler smiled in satisfaction as the heavy load crashed noisily into the side of the ruined building. It shuddered heavily before finally loosing it's already precarious balance. He could imagine the shocked looks adorning the faces of the demons as they turned at the sound of an entire tower falling on their unlucky heads.
With a massive crash the building fell, rock and mortar flying everywhere. Mantis could hear the sounds of suffering and panic even as the rocks were still tumbling down. Quickly he shimmied down a rope and ran straight into the large billowing cloud of dust. Finding a large block of granite Mantis jumped on top of it, and started laughing.
From a distance it looked as if a spectre had suddenly appeared within the smoke and debris, and as the dust settled a single ray of sunlight beat through shining on the laughing form of a man who had just killed an entire company of demons on his own.
"That was impressive young man, though I would have simply fought the demons, but impressive none the less" Sir Karl who having just now entered Mantis' location, along with the necromancer Belgarath and his Iron Golem.
"Quite Imressive indeed, though I think it best we leave, there are many other in need, I am sure your "skills" could be put to good use, ha ha" replied Balgarath. "Vasallus, search the area ahead, I don't want any surprises"
The Iron Golem shambled along in a stiff fashion as it obeyed it's master's order. Moving it's head from left to right and back, looking for any signs of the enemy.
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Carloseus had been fighting for hours now, yet he was not weary yet. His body was tiring, but the rush of adrenaline and the glow of killing is what drove him. He had cuts along his arms, legs, and torso, but none were too serious. To his side were Jarhead and Winston.
"Tired yet?!" he yelled over all the excitement.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" he yelled at a demon too large for him to take. The demon roared as he was struck by an orb of flame and spread around his body. With his enemy unable to pay clear attention to him, Carloseus rushed forward and brought down the helpless foe.
The battle carried on ever more, as the relief forces slowly pushed back the demons.
Zubin wathced Venex with his blood red eyes. He was not at all frightened by the man but felt insulted. He roared : ''Keep the hordes coming, i can make the cemetry get rid of all the undead in seconds''. Zubin stared at the strong man, with his veins trying to tear up his body. He was full of anger, he shouted: ''You fool, you may never realize my power, because you only have a few moments to live''.
The man waved the wand in air round about in circles and said some strange words, suddenly the gravestones broke down and there it was, an army of undead. Skeletons and zombies were coming out of each and every grave present.
They were coming towards me, i was a little nervous, i had never seen this big army of undead before, my legs were shaking but i had full confidence in myself. I waved my fingers n the air and then aimed them at one of them, suddenly a v shaped fire bolt materialized from the air and went piercing through a line of them. I felt better, i thought it'd be easy to slay them all. I about a minute or so they were all dead (again). Much to my amusement, the necromancer revived them again. But had no power left inside me to fight them all once more, i may kill half of the army but then i would be half dead too. I stared at them as they clung up to me. They all tried to infect me but i was immune to them but still they caused a lot of pain. Suddenly i came back to my normal form. They were choking me and half of them were trying to bite me. I was lying under a pile of living dead, i was to die soon just when the necromance shouted something and the bones and flesh flew into the air.
I was trying to breathe when the man approached me and i saw the angry look in his eyes.
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Venex was confused. What the hell?! He thought. I can't summon all these skeletons. That was a bluff! He looked down at his wand, trying to discern if it had properties he hadn't known about. The other man was fighting them off, it seemed, and the Necromancer decided to try an order.
"You!" he said to the nearest skeleton. "Drop your weapon!" The skull rotated to face him and he thought he could see laughter, harsh and cruel. The skeleton began moving towards him, short sword raised high, ready to swing. Suddenly, a firebolt vaporized the warrior and the sword fell to the ground with a discernable 'plop' amongst the dead leaves and mud.
The Necromancer was disconcerted. This was not his army - although it had come at an extremely lucky time. He decided to go with it. The skeletons all seemed to be attacking the other man now, probably because of how much damage he could do to them. Finally, with a last firebolt, the man disintegrated the last few skeletons. In that moment, he seemed very weak. Like he was half-dead. The Necromancer was confused. He waved his hand over the ground, trying to pick up a sense of what was controlling these skeletons.
Suddenly, as though he had done it once more, the skeletons rose a second time! They all piled faster than before onto man and started to try to- "Oh, in the name of Rathma!" cried the Necromancer. "They're trying to eat him!" Venex reached into his memory as swiftly as possible. What's the spell? He thought. Why can I never remember this spell?!
"Skeletos Mortisia!" he shouted, not knowing from where the memory had sprung. A few skeletons crumbled, never to return. "Skeletos Mortisia!" he repeatd, aiming his wand again. A few more fell. This is taking too long, he realized. The spell should have been instantaneous. Some powerful force was protecting these creatures. "Skeletos Mortisia!" with that last shout, combining with a last ditch-effort of strength from the man before him, the skeletons vanished.
Venex made his way towards the figure on the ground. He was horrified and angry at whatever force had done this, but was worried for the man who - moments before - had been an enemy and now seemed more like a comrade.
"Are you alright?" he asked, holding out a hand for the man to take. "I promise you by the scales of Trang-Oul, those creatures were not of my making. But I must ask you swiftly - have you knowledge of the location of Dun Craig - the beseiged city?"
The man looked up and Venex saw, for a second, a smile break across the mans face. He knew.
The fight had carried out through the night, several mages and many fires kept the battlefield well lit as the relief army pushed further and further the demon army. Carloseus heaved in and out, trying to catch his breath. Near him Winston was shaking his head lightly as if to a song, and Jarhead was very much worn out. His arms feeling like lead, Carloseus forced them to work again, merging the two swords in two. Light showed as they merged quickly. Fighting with one sword would be easier anyways. They had taken short breaks throughout the night, resting only as much as they needed.
"What have we gotten into eh?" joked Carloseus. Jarhead chuckled between heavy breathes, and Winston gave him a confused smile. Carloseus smiled back, and jumped onto his feet. A sharp pain took his side, where he had been stabbed. The wound was not bad, but it certainly did not make it pleasant to move.
Another demon approached the battlefield. With a slight limp from the battle, he set his eyes on Carloseus. As soon as this demon lifted his sword on the unaware Carloseus, a dark stranger leaped behind the demon and slitted his throat. The dark stranger then let out a battle cry for his first kill as he announced himself as the demon fell to his demise.
"I am Thasador from the Eastern lands of the Sanctuary, here to dismember all hell's minions!"
Removing the cloak that covered him, revealed highly decorated, green splint mail. At waist was several small wakizashi's and a very long katana. Thasador then leaped off the dead corpse of his victim and prepared to assist the warriors.
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Those before me shall quiver in my wake as I unleash the fury within!
Carloseus stands frozen, trying to make out what just happened. This assasin jumped out of nowhere and saved his life, and was now killing demons at his side. He would leave introductions for later, happy enough that he had someone fresh at his side. Yelling loudly, Carloseus pushed himself back into battle again, blocking and dodging more than he could attack. He was weary, he could not fight back with as much force, but he still had fight in him.
After standing tall next to his new friend, Thasador braces himself for more demons that was hurdling towards us.
"Aye my friends, are you ready?"
Thasador takes a quick swig from his canvas for his last moments of living. Soon after, an arrow comes streaking towards Thasador as it strikes him in the shoulder. Being shot with an incredible force, spun Thasador around to the ground.
"You suck.......aghh.."
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I know where Dun-Craig is. We all were going tothat city but i deserted my group and decided to take the cemetry's way, it's a short cut but much more dangerous. I thought i was alone but i found you. You seem friendly. Whoever summoned those skeletons was powerful indeed. They drained ech bit of my power. I think i won't be able to walk before tomorrow morning, we shall continue or journey then. Dun-Craig is on the eastern side of this cemetry. I think you know this place better, you'll lead us.
'After a nights rest they both started towards the eastern gate of the cemetry, after an hours walk they saw the woods. They slowly entered the dark place and passed through enourmous trees. Wierd insects and creatures were all over the place. None of them knew the right way, they lost it and sat down under a tree. After a minute or so he sun started to set. They were surprised that they haven't even escaped from the woods yet and it's nightfall. As the moon raised high in the sky, howling voices came from all over the place. Suddenly a brown colored wolf with large teeth swung on the necromancer. He immediately swung his wand and paralyzed the wolf, it fell on the ground. As we were looking at it it suddenly grew bigger and stronger. Its teeth started to grow and he started to walk and his hind legs. I took no time to understand it was a werewolf. But it was a diffeent kind of curse, it was no human but an animal changing into a werewolf. I had no power to transform but it was easy to kill a paralyzed werewolf (i thought) . I slashed my Darklaw throught the air and piercing through the wolf's head. But its head grew again, like somone sent it with an aim to kill us. I had no power in me. And he jumped towards me landing on me and making me unconcious. Then as i woke up i saw my self lying on some leaves, i din't knew what happened and i didn't want to know. We then decided to get out of the woods as soon as possible. After an hour or so we were out on clear plains. We could even see small cottages and tiki huts on the far side of the land beyond the small lake. We decided to take a nights rest and then continue.
Suddenly i woke up in the morning, the necromancer was still snoring. I woke him up and told him to continue the journey. We both stared towards the lake and in due time crossed it. Suddenly a view made us still. It was a city filled with demons. No human was safe, there were battles going on. Every inch of the city was filled with blood. Flesh was scattered all over the place and even ferocious animals were involved in the fights.Both of us were thoughtless for a moment. We didn't knoow what to do.
We stared at each other.
We saw a strange minitor charging towards us. I had no power to fight him as i wasn't experiened enough to fight someone powerful like that. I screamed and yelled : Whahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
And i took off towards the lake in my finest speed, the minitor was stronger but not faster. Yet it was so frightening. As i realized that the necro wasn't with me i looked back. Much to my surprise he was running after me with johny on his back. As he saw that i was standing still he held my hand and took off. We were running very fast but still the minitor followed us. We didn't know what to do. Nobody to help us. We just took the way of the grasslands. As i knew that there could be someone who could help us. We ran and ran and ran. And at last saw a troop of people walking. We ran faster than our usual speed but suddenly the minitor took hold of me. He held me in both of his hands and threw me in the air. Ifell on the ground crying in pain and i didn't wan't anything like this to happen with the necro. He was standing still with the minitor charging at him. I was weak, hungry and broken. I prayed for him and then lied down.
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''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Lady Delana Having No remorse with kiling anymore had even stopped her counting, Last she rememberd she was up to 11, but that was some on hours ago. Though she grew tired she knew her comrades were just as tired if not more. She had changed her symbiant sword now into a very long javallin, For it was much easier just to impale the demons from afar when they rushed her then it was to fight then sword to sword/or claw. She looked far off and could still see dust from the falling towers. Though she wasnt sure what or who had done that she was happy her party was nowhere near it. Her fireball spell now which she has used when her energy high enough was now a leval 3 firball and she could multicast it 1 right after the other. Her skills were improving but would she have the strength or energy to keep the fight up and live through many more waves.
She sure as hell could go for some of DarkJays Fine Rum. She could almost imagine herself sitting down at the tavern with a frosty drink
Witchblades Symbiant armor had gained experiance and provided thicker armor and her sword and casting spells as shown here have levaled up
Carloseus stares at Lady Delana for two seconds before snapping back to the fight. He saw her stab at demons, and did the same with his massive and long sword. He would not do it as efficiently, but if he did it the right way he could impale many a demon and not grow as weary. He saw his first victim to his new tactic, and stabbed forward. The mammoth blade was deflected easily due to its size.
"Die wretched creature!" he yelled, and swung forward cleaving the demon in two. Perhaps stabbing was best left to spears and javalins, he would have to fight hand-to-hand however.
Thasador amazed by Lady Delana's talents increase and Carloseus's massive sword, inspired him to charge forward recklessly.
"Die you foul beasts!"
Unsheathing his sleek blade known as "Shuriko" he blade checked with a nearby fallen. The fallen, being smaller than Thasador, was able to out-manuever around him. With his little scimitar was lighter and faster than Thasador's long Katana blade. Thasador struggling in defense with the fallen, made him unaware of another fallen behind him.
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Lady Delana Glancing over seeing thasador in troubles hurls a fireball in his direction and screams "look out!!" The fire ball aimed for the fallen behind him looks like its on target with thasadors face, for she was steal getting used to the aiming. Thasadore having seen the fireball watched it get closer and closer untill he finally....
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"Ye hae missed a bloody good fight, but dinna ye worry laddie, thear be more" Thoradin said pointing his axe in the direction of a gathering group of Gargantuan Beasts bearing down on the adventurers
"Less talk, more fight!" Wulfgar shouted. "Steel yourselves!! There is glory enough for all!"
Hawat bent his arm, and a kindjal dropped into his hand, ready for battle. Not a moment too soon, as a Beast swung with all it's might at the distracted Winston. Leaping forward, Hawat Tackled Winston to the ground, just dodging the flailing limb himself.
Reacting with all his years of practice, he jabbed up at the Beast. He was far too late, not having fought for a long while had sapped him of his previous skills. He rolled over as the Beast thwacked again, barely missing. Hawat sprung to his feet, jabbed his dagger into it's head, and went searching for another.
"A SKOOLL CLEAV'R!!" Thoradin proclaimed as he leaped into the air and driving his axe through the skull of a Gargantuan Beast.
Likewise around him warriors were engaging in combat with the large and dominating creatures, with their powerful arms delivering crushing blows to armor and helms.
Feeling pleased with himself, Winston begun to trudge along and decided to attempt the same trick on some other not tomatos.
"2 arms, right."
It was then that he noticed a large tower protruding from one of the warehouses, probably a grain storage now that he thought about it. It was crumbling rather badly from the onslaught the town had been under, the base of the thing rattled after every explosion from the battle in fact. Mantis got an idea.
"Hmph, let those others waste their energy fighting wave after wave of demonkin," he muttered while examining the tower. One good strike from something big could take it out he wagered, but what? Sheathing his sword he ran into the warehouse next to the grain tower, an idea boiling up in his mind. The workers here used a system of pullys and levers to load up large caravan wagons with heavy sacks of grain, or oats or something. It wasn't long before Mantis found what he was looking for. Running up some stairs he made his way up to the second story of the warehouse, toward a large open loading bay that looked directly out at the crumbling grain tower.
"There you are you little wench!" After flipping a few levers the man began working a winch he had found, faster and faster, then very slowly as the tension built up. Luckily there was still a large pallet filled with a goodly amount of grain on it. As the pallet swung up at an angle to be level with the storage bay he was on, Mantis stopped working the mechanism locking it in place.
Then he listened. He could hear the sounds of battle, just on the other side of the storage tower, along with the familiar gibbering of the demonkin. Satisfied Mantis smiled to himself, perhaps he'd get a medal for this. Of course he didn't think that perhaps anyone on his side would be in the way of a tumbling building, instead he drew his sword and cut the now taught rope holding the pallet in mid-air. The swashbuckler smiled in satisfaction as the heavy load crashed noisily into the side of the ruined building. It shuddered heavily before finally loosing it's already precarious balance. He could imagine the shocked looks adorning the faces of the demons as they turned at the sound of an entire tower falling on their unlucky heads.
With a massive crash the building fell, rock and mortar flying everywhere. Mantis could hear the sounds of suffering and panic even as the rocks were still tumbling down. Quickly he shimmied down a rope and ran straight into the large billowing cloud of dust. Finding a large block of granite Mantis jumped on top of it, and started laughing.
From a distance it looked as if a spectre had suddenly appeared within the smoke and debris, and as the dust settled a single ray of sunlight beat through shining on the laughing form of a man who had just killed an entire company of demons on his own.
Like a cat, tied to a stick
"That was impressive young man, though I would have simply fought the demons, but impressive none the less" Sir Karl who having just now entered Mantis' location, along with the necromancer Belgarath and his Iron Golem.
"Quite Imressive indeed, though I think it best we leave, there are many other in need, I am sure your "skills" could be put to good use, ha ha" replied Balgarath. "Vasallus, search the area ahead, I don't want any surprises"
The Iron Golem shambled along in a stiff fashion as it obeyed it's master's order. Moving it's head from left to right and back, looking for any signs of the enemy.
"Tired yet?!" he yelled over all the excitement.
"Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio!" he yelled at a demon too large for him to take. The demon roared as he was struck by an orb of flame and spread around his body. With his enemy unable to pay clear attention to him, Carloseus rushed forward and brought down the helpless foe.
The battle carried on ever more, as the relief forces slowly pushed back the demons.
The man waved the wand in air round about in circles and said some strange words, suddenly the gravestones broke down and there it was, an army of undead. Skeletons and zombies were coming out of each and every grave present.
They were coming towards me, i was a little nervous, i had never seen this big army of undead before, my legs were shaking but i had full confidence in myself. I waved my fingers n the air and then aimed them at one of them, suddenly a v shaped fire bolt materialized from the air and went piercing through a line of them. I felt better, i thought it'd be easy to slay them all. I about a minute or so they were all dead (again). Much to my amusement, the necromancer revived them again. But had no power left inside me to fight them all once more, i may kill half of the army but then i would be half dead too. I stared at them as they clung up to me. They all tried to infect me but i was immune to them but still they caused a lot of pain. Suddenly i came back to my normal form. They were choking me and half of them were trying to bite me. I was lying under a pile of living dead, i was to die soon just when the necromance shouted something and the bones and flesh flew into the air.
I was trying to breathe when the man approached me and i saw the angry look in his eyes.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"You!" he said to the nearest skeleton. "Drop your weapon!" The skull rotated to face him and he thought he could see laughter, harsh and cruel. The skeleton began moving towards him, short sword raised high, ready to swing. Suddenly, a firebolt vaporized the warrior and the sword fell to the ground with a discernable 'plop' amongst the dead leaves and mud.
The Necromancer was disconcerted. This was not his army - although it had come at an extremely lucky time. He decided to go with it. The skeletons all seemed to be attacking the other man now, probably because of how much damage he could do to them. Finally, with a last firebolt, the man disintegrated the last few skeletons. In that moment, he seemed very weak. Like he was half-dead. The Necromancer was confused. He waved his hand over the ground, trying to pick up a sense of what was controlling these skeletons.
Suddenly, as though he had done it once more, the skeletons rose a second time! They all piled faster than before onto man and started to try to- "Oh, in the name of Rathma!" cried the Necromancer. "They're trying to eat him!" Venex reached into his memory as swiftly as possible. What's the spell? He thought. Why can I never remember this spell?!
"Skeletos Mortisia!" he shouted, not knowing from where the memory had sprung. A few skeletons crumbled, never to return. "Skeletos Mortisia!" he repeatd, aiming his wand again. A few more fell. This is taking too long, he realized. The spell should have been instantaneous. Some powerful force was protecting these creatures. "Skeletos Mortisia!" with that last shout, combining with a last ditch-effort of strength from the man before him, the skeletons vanished.
Venex made his way towards the figure on the ground. He was horrified and angry at whatever force had done this, but was worried for the man who - moments before - had been an enemy and now seemed more like a comrade.
"Are you alright?" he asked, holding out a hand for the man to take. "I promise you by the scales of Trang-Oul, those creatures were not of my making. But I must ask you swiftly - have you knowledge of the location of Dun Craig - the beseiged city?"
The man looked up and Venex saw, for a second, a smile break across the mans face. He knew.
"What have we gotten into eh?" joked Carloseus. Jarhead chuckled between heavy breathes, and Winston gave him a confused smile. Carloseus smiled back, and jumped onto his feet. A sharp pain took his side, where he had been stabbed. The wound was not bad, but it certainly did not make it pleasant to move.
"I am Thasador from the Eastern lands of the Sanctuary, here to dismember all hell's minions!"
Removing the cloak that covered him, revealed highly decorated, green splint mail. At waist was several small wakizashi's and a very long katana. Thasador then leaped off the dead corpse of his victim and prepared to assist the warriors.
"Aye my friends, are you ready?"
Thasador takes a quick swig from his canvas for his last moments of living. Soon after, an arrow comes streaking towards Thasador as it strikes him in the shoulder. Being shot with an incredible force, spun Thasador around to the ground.
"You suck.......aghh.."
'After a nights rest they both started towards the eastern gate of the cemetry, after an hours walk they saw the woods. They slowly entered the dark place and passed through enourmous trees. Wierd insects and creatures were all over the place. None of them knew the right way, they lost it and sat down under a tree. After a minute or so he sun started to set. They were surprised that they haven't even escaped from the woods yet and it's nightfall. As the moon raised high in the sky, howling voices came from all over the place. Suddenly a brown colored wolf with large teeth swung on the necromancer. He immediately swung his wand and paralyzed the wolf, it fell on the ground. As we were looking at it it suddenly grew bigger and stronger. Its teeth started to grow and he started to walk and his hind legs. I took no time to understand it was a werewolf. But it was a diffeent kind of curse, it was no human but an animal changing into a werewolf. I had no power to transform but it was easy to kill a paralyzed werewolf (i thought) . I slashed my Darklaw throught the air and piercing through the wolf's head. But its head grew again, like somone sent it with an aim to kill us. I had no power in me. And he jumped towards me landing on me and making me unconcious. Then as i woke up i saw my self lying on some leaves, i din't knew what happened and i didn't want to know. We then decided to get out of the woods as soon as possible. After an hour or so we were out on clear plains. We could even see small cottages and tiki huts on the far side of the land beyond the small lake. We decided to take a nights rest and then continue.
Suddenly i woke up in the morning, the necromancer was still snoring. I woke him up and told him to continue the journey. We both stared towards the lake and in due time crossed it. Suddenly a view made us still. It was a city filled with demons. No human was safe, there were battles going on. Every inch of the city was filled with blood. Flesh was scattered all over the place and even ferocious animals were involved in the fights.Both of us were thoughtless for a moment. We didn't knoow what to do.
We stared at each other.
We saw a strange minitor charging towards us. I had no power to fight him as i wasn't experiened enough to fight someone powerful like that. I screamed and yelled : Whahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
And i took off towards the lake in my finest speed, the minitor was stronger but not faster. Yet it was so frightening. As i realized that the necro wasn't with me i looked back. Much to my surprise he was running after me with johny on his back. As he saw that i was standing still he held my hand and took off. We were running very fast but still the minitor followed us. We didn't know what to do. Nobody to help us. We just took the way of the grasslands. As i knew that there could be someone who could help us. We ran and ran and ran. And at last saw a troop of people walking. We ran faster than our usual speed but suddenly the minitor took hold of me. He held me in both of his hands and threw me in the air. Ifell on the ground crying in pain and i didn't wan't anything like this to happen with the necro. He was standing still with the minitor charging at him. I was weak, hungry and broken. I prayed for him and then lied down.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
She sure as hell could go for some of DarkJays Fine Rum. She could almost imagine herself sitting down at the tavern with a frosty drink
Witchblades Symbiant armor had gained experiance and provided thicker armor and her sword and casting spells as shown here have levaled up
"Die wretched creature!" he yelled, and swung forward cleaving the demon in two. Perhaps stabbing was best left to spears and javalins, he would have to fight hand-to-hand however.
"Die you foul beasts!"
Unsheathing his sleek blade known as "Shuriko" he blade checked with a nearby fallen. The fallen, being smaller than Thasador, was able to out-manuever around him. With his little scimitar was lighter and faster than Thasador's long Katana blade. Thasador struggling in defense with the fallen, made him unaware of another fallen behind him.