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| No Rest {P Seele} | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Sep 1, 2011 6:43 am (227 Views) | |
| Seele | Wed Sep 14, 2011 10:11 pm Post #16 |
 
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As the battle continued Seele sank into the rhythm of combat, relishing the sensation of fighting without restraint. True, the necromancer's qualm stopped him from outright executing these fools, but there was something almost blissful in the heat of warfare. He did not have to make plans or manipulate the vermin with word or actions. Eradicating them was much easier and enjoyable. It had been too long since had dirtied his own hands against his enemies. In the future the sorcerer would have to take time out of his busy schedule in order to kill some would-be heroes on a more regular basis. The elf sinuously slipped out of the path of the descending warhammer as it slammed into a tombstone, the grave shattering from the force of the impact. Instead of slicing the man's arm off while he was overextended the elf blocked a descending shortsword with the butt of the polearm, pointing one finger at the man with the scimitar at the same time. "Dro!" A chain forged of a magic so black it did appear real slithered out of the elf's sleeve, rustling as it lashed through the air of its own volition. The enchanted weapon snaked around the vigilante's blade, trapping it in the black and twisted links. With a soft grunt of effort Seele twisted his arms so that he repositioned the scythe to block another shortsword slash while simultaneously jerking the scimitar out of the leader's hands. The man cursed in frustration as he was disarmed, but his lack of a weapon did not deter him for long. Instead he scooped up the halberd his companion had dropped and rushed back into the fray. I need a moment to think... Seele jumped backwardsfrom the three men, nimbly darting around a gravestones and dashing back towards the morgue. The vigilantes gave chase, but he outpaced them easily, reaching the squat building with time to spare. He hooked the curved blade of the scythe on the roof, pulling himself up onto the structure and yanking his weapon up after him. The men below growled and attempting to mimic his climb, but the elf lashed out with the butt of the scythe to keep them from ascending. From this vantage point it would be a cinch to incapacitate them one by one. A harsh thwump! interrupted the sorcerer's thoughts, and with a start he realized he had forgotten the boy with a crossbow. He had barely started to move before the bolt slammed into his thigh, the sharpened point of the projectile slamming into his flesh. The elf bit back a cry and fell to one knee, eyes narrowing in pain and anger. If he had been allowed to kill these cretins he would have never been injured. Renacen would have to prove a very useful ally to make up for this inconvenience. The sorcerer glared at the crossbowman, who was calmly reloading his weapon from a distance, clearly thinking he was safe at this distance. How very wrong you are, idiot... Seele drew a single rune in the air, the magical glyph sparking for a moment as he drew the necessary power to fuel the spell. Oloth nindel zhah Nizzre', elgg ussta muan. Dark Lightning! A tendril of black electricity curled around his finger for a moment as the arcane power gathered on the edge of his finger. There was a deafening peal and a flash of light as a crackling beam of obsidian lightning surged out from the elf's hand, striking the crossbowman in the middle of his chest. He was blown back from the impact of the spell, crying out in agony as electricity surged through his body and curled around his flesh. When the lightning faded the archer was writhing on the ground, his clothes smoking and his armor charred where he had been struck. The elf cautiously raised to his feet once more, looking down at the three men who were left. All of them were staring at him with expressions of utter hatred and disgust. Seele did not dignify their loathing with a response; he merely grin and tore the bolt out of his thigh, throwing the blood-encrusted projectile at the three of them. "I said you had to do better. This is barely an improvement." He had to repress giggling with glee at the flash of panic his taunt elicited in their eyes. None of the men made any attempt to advance on his rooftop position, watching him warily and clearly waiting for the sorcerer to come down. Instead he looked up at Renacen, smiling slightly. "WOuld you like one, necromancer? Or must I do all of the work myself?" From his tone it was clear that Seele would not mind killing the men with his own hand; he was asking mainly to gauge Renacen's response. |
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| Renacen | Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:01 am Post #17 |
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The necromancer held no intention to get involved with the conflict between the vigilantes and the elf, no matter which side he chose to aid, it would only cause problems with the other, while if he simply stood his ground and stayed out of the way, he knew that he could avoid any worsened standing with the villagers or the shadow-caster. And besides, Renacen knew very well that if he were forced to choose, he would aid the vigilantes in their quest for the freedom of whomever it was that Seele had abducted, and that most likely if he could die, it was the elf who might just be able to show him how that was possible, and that was something that the necromancer truly wanted to avoid. And besides, as long as the elf made no move to kill the vigilantes, then Renacen would truly have no need to worry or care, but such worry was still the reason why he stayed so close to the action, dragging the unconcious bodies a good and safe distance away so that they would not get caught in any potential crossfire and accidentally killed. A sigh passed his lips, riddled with smoke that was torn asunder by the pouring rain as his piercing white eyes gazed upwards to the dark and cloudy sky, his attention completely turned away from the surely dangerous battle no more than several meters away. Not even the words called out by Seele managed to shake the death-caster from his apparent hypnotism, the only thing even remotely connected to him, the spirit without a name that resided with its surprised seeming expression within the smoke of his cigarette, watched for him to make sure that the elf wasn't killing any of the vigilantes, he really didn't want to hear Renacen's complaints about their deaths. And at the same time, Tenebre stayed just in the shadows, hidden from sight, silent against the sound of the rain while staying vigilant to assure that his necromantic ally would not be harmed. If anything, it truly was Tenebre who was Renacen's protector when it came to such situations. Thoughts ran and plagued through the necromancer's mind as he stared to the stormy sky, nothing good coming from his memories. True hauntings from days long past that often struck up when he stayed too long out in a downopur such as this. Whatever Seele might think of the necromancer, whatever he might know, Renacen was one with enough reason to turn away from any urges for wicked intent. His past was riddled with enough wickedness to last a liftime. After a few minutes, Renacene would let another sigh by his lips, returning to the world of the truly concious. This wouldn't be the last time that the necromancer zoned uot, and it surely would not be the last... especially not for this night. And for whatever eason, such near hypnotic trances left him drained when he was finally free of their chains, forcing the necromancer to sit upon the tombstone of a dead woman, his piercing white eyes settling back upon the fight between the elf and the vigilantes. |
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| Seele | Thu Sep 15, 2011 10:33 pm Post #18 |
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The necromancer did not even deign to reply, instead walking over to the unconscious bodies and dragging them across the cemetery. Seele chuckled at Renacen's response and shook his head, returning his full attention to the remaining men. He had not truly expected the smoker to assist him in any significant way, but he was curious as to what game the man was trying to play. "There goes your last chance. He might have showed you mercy. I... will not." He smiled widely, flashing a mouthful of straight white teeth at the vigilantes. The sorcerer tapped his thigh with one finger, drawing on another magical ability he had learned during his long years of study. Oloth nindel zhah Rilbol, o'goth ussta siltrin. Dark Regeneration. A surge of black energy jumped off of his finger and congregated around the edges of the wound. The skin there seemed to melt and flow together, healing within moments. Although the injury still ached it would no longer impair his movements. Seele ran towards the edge of the morgue and jumped straight off, pulling his knees up to his chest so that the men's weapons cut through the air underneath him. He landed in a spin, bringing the scythe up in order to block the descending halberd. His golden eyes glinted dangerously as he jumped backwards, flicking the fingers of his left hand forward and commanding the chain wrapped around that arm to surge into life. It lashed out too fast to see, a black blur that snapped around the throat of the man wielding the warhammer. Black energy coursed along the length of the metal links, blasting into the unlucky victim's flesh. The unholy magic did not cause any physical injuries but rather assaulted his life energy, causing intense pain. The man fell to the ground tearing at his own throat with his fingernails. eyes wide and crazed. The elf had turned his attention away from the combat for a moment too long, a feeling reinforced by the tip of a shortsword sinking into his shoulder. His retaliation was immediate, slamming the spike of the shaft straight into the foot of the swordsman. Blood splashed the nearby gravestones as it speared all the way through the appendage, eliciting a cry of pain from the man. Seele let go of the scythe entirely, ripping the blade out of his flesh as he dodge behind the vigilante. The last uninjured enemy cursed as he was forced to change the trajectory of his strike in order to avoid slaying his companion. "I warned you, but vermin never listen to their betters..." The sorcerer shoved the wounded man forward as a distraction, his eyes bright and dangerous. The leader of the men stepped around his partner and thrust forward with the halberd. Seele darted back from the thrust so that it carved across a gravestone instead. The elf snapped his fingers, casting another spell from his repertoire of shadow magic. Oloth nindel zhah Elghinn, jiku ninta siltrin. Claws of Darkness! A portion of the night's darkness broke off and curled around the sorcerer's fingers, elongating eerily to form a wickedly sharp claw on every digit of both his hands. He rushed forward at the last man, lashing out with both hands. The dark claws ripped through the vigilante's arm, sending a spray of blood across the cemetery. Seele drove the man to the ground, pinning his throat with one hand and holding the magical claws directly above his eye sockets. "Don't move or I'll gouge your eyes out." The vigilante stared at him with a look of utter disgust, but he heeded the elf's warning. He looked up at Renacen with a small grin, his voice soft and dangerous. "If these men had been hunting you necromancer, would you still ask me not to slay them? Or is murder allowed when your own death is a possibility?" He absentmindedly ran the tips of the shadowy claws along the vigilante's cheek, leaving red scratches down the man's face. |
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| Renacen | Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:54 am Post #19 |
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"That's enough, Seele..." The words came from Renacen, commanding and utterly void of emotion as the necromancer brought another cigarette to stay between his two pale white lips. He felt tired, too tired to truly care noe way or the other about how the elf might have taken his words and what the reprecussions of such a thing might be. It often showed, when Renacen was tired, that he stopped caring all-together. Perhaps this apparent change in personality for had something to do with the moment he experienced where he relived memories he would rather have forgotten, or perhaps he was simply tired of watching the man wreathed in flames of blackness fighting aganist the series of vigilantes. It was clearly a one-sided fight, and though the necromancer would rather not try to fight against Seele, he wouldn't hesitate to try and aid the vigilantes if it got too far, "You've proved your point... There's no point to killing any of them, and no use turning your back on that one, especially. You know he'll just end up trying to kill you from behind... I'm not saying to kill him, however, or to even so much as leave him with a scar. I don't think he's soon going to forget that you weren't even really trying that hard to fight against him and his allies. And whatever it is you're up to, kidnapping or whatever, I know this probably will not be the last you see of him, all I'm asking is that for now: you don't kill him while I am present." The words flowed from the necromancer's mouth with ease as he thought of each and every possible thing that he could, wanting to make sure that the vigilantes managed to escape to fight again another day... or at the very least say their final farewells to those they cared about. With the words having been said, Renacen cast his incantation to light his cigarette, slowly standing to his feet with an audbile breath. He probably shouldn't have really been moving with how exhausted he was, already getting dizzy, his vision being mostly overtaken by blobs of red, though he did not show this, instead choosing to scratch at the side of his head as if that would somehow fix things. Of course, it didn't, though still the necromancer managed to play as if he could see perfectly by turning his attention in the direction of the vigilante leader and Seele, wavering slightly as he stood. "You've had your fun. And he's seen that he can't win against you, at least not with this pitiful group and attack strategy. And most imoprtantly, I highly doubt that he'll be an actual threat to you or whatever it is you've done to incur is wrath and utter hatred. So let's just go back inside, I'm getting sick and tired of being out in the rain, and soon enough I'm sure that they'll all be stricken with the same annoyance... I would have to say that such a thing coupled with the humiliation of their utter defeat should be punishment enough for what they tried to do to you..." He spoke calmly as he vision began to clear, and when his words were done he began to walk over to the hole in the side of the building where there had once been a door so that he could walk in, taking a moment to pause before completely entering, not even turning to Seele as he said one more thing. "And if they had come after me... I wouldn't care. It's happened before, and killing those who hunted me -- or even harming them -- would just make things even worse for me, as I'm sure it would do for you." |
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| Seele | Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:28 pm Post #20 |
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Seele watched the necromancer for several long moments, the silence seemingly stretching out forever. The man underneath the sorcerer tried his best not to move in fear that even breathing too heavily would lead to his demise. Only after nearly a minute of complete silence did the elf chuckle and turn his attention back to the vigilante, his eyes flashing. "Did you hear that, little man? Your life has been saved. Thank Renacen." Before the man could speak he drew a fighting knife from his belt, reversing his grip on the handle and slamming the pommel of the weapon into the man's temple. He fell unconscious without a sound, eyes rolling back in his head. Seele shook his head derisively and walked over to the man whose foot he had skewered. The wound was still leaking blood, and his face was contorted in a grimace of agony. The elf knocked him out as well before cheathing the weapon, grabbing both men by the collar. He absentmindedly dragged them through the graveyard, barely noticing when their limp forms scraped against the tombstones. Instead his eyes were fixed on the necromancer. "Your voice is so cold, Renacen. It is almost like there is no blood pulsing through your veins." Seele laughed softly as he threw the men into the heap of unconscious bodies. It had been difficult to restrain himself from slaying these vigilantes, but perhaps all was not lost. The necromancer would have to leave eventually, and at that point in time he would simply enslave these men. If they wished to see their lost family members so badly they could serve beside them in chains. "Then again, if you were truly cold-blooded you would allow me to execute these fools. An assassination attempt that fails is akin to suicide. Yet you would have me show them kindness. Perhaps there is a heart of gold hidden somewhere in that chest cavity." Seele glanced at the largest vigilante, the man who was still contained within his jail of shadow magic. Seele flicked his fingers at the man, calling to the spell. With a thought he broadened the radius of the cage of unholy energy so that it also contained the pile of unconscious men. "You are quite wrong. In the past, I have found it much more reassuring to personally guarantee my pursuers are no longer able to hunt me down. Still... I will not kill them, but I will not let them attack me again either. They must be restrained." Without another word he walked back to the morgue, walking through the open door and shaking the water from his shoulders. He had barely noticed the rain outside, but there seemed to be little else that Renacen could think of. He had demonstrated more of an emotional response regarding the rain's effects on his cigarettes than on anything the shadow sorcerer had yet said or done this evening. The apathy was slightly amusing and slightly infuriating. He hoped the necromancer would prove more entertaining than frustrating in the near future or else he would be forced to investigate how difficult it was to kill a dead man. At least, he suspected that Renacen was deceased. When they had worked together in order to summon ghosts in the forsaken ruins of a city it had been the necromancer's own soul that had been summoned, not any regular phantasm. "So here we find ourselves once more, me and you and the dead." Seele removed his hat, setting it on a nearby table in order to help it dry out. He waited for the necromancer to speak, settling down on the table himself to help assuage the ache in his wounded leg. |
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