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| Topic Started: Sun Jul 5, 2009 11:13 pm (371 Views) | |
| Nemael | Sun Jul 19, 2009 1:04 am Post #16 |
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Nemael watched the elf's plight with glee, a thought coming to him. He could play a game with this. As the elf ran from the area of the spell, Nemael laughed. The drow's voice wove in well with the howls, giving it an earthly touch. Thoroughly enjoying himself, The drow ran and leapt from body to body, only touching ground when the distance was much too great. Slowly, and intentionally, he gained on the fleeing elf, waiting for him to escape the majority of the spell's effect. His left hand still held the dirk, a small section of it hued red from the cut he had landed. Cleaning one side with his finger, he licked the blood away, sighing in contentment. He paused, a sly grin taking over the look of ecstasy. Reaching into his pouch, The drow withdrew a red mask, the polished wood stained a deep, near-black red, darkest running in stripes under the eyes in a crude imitation of tear-lines. Using his moistened finger, Nemael collected a bead of blood from the still-wet dagger. Slipping the mask onto his face, he felt it seal, no strings needed to keep it where he'd placed it. White hair fell over the red face, a hideous war-mask. But it, like many of his possessions, had power. Lifting the bead of blood to his face, Nemael wet the tear-line below the mask's right eye opening, blood sinking into the surface. His hair lengthened and colored, mask melting into his skin, changing its color and shape. He grew several inches and thickened, taking on the perfect appearance of Aiden, not a hint of his drow nature or the mask to be seen. His clothes remained the same, loose pants and a russet vest. Smiling cheerily at the elf with his own smile, Nemael waved, unaffected by the spell still echoing around the graveyard. No matter who he looked like now, his own nature and mind remained whole. Lifting the flap of his pouch, he whispered something into its depths. Seconds passed without motion before a spider's leg stretched out, pulling the body behind it. Completely black, the armored spider crawled up his elven arm, nonplussed by the change of appearance. He kissed its back, running a finger over the smooth carapace. |
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| swordhunter | Sun Jul 19, 2009 4:44 am Post #17 |
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Aiden's head felt as if it were splitting open as he ran across the dragon graveyard. Despite this, he slowly began to feel lighter the farther he ran, a sign that his plan was working quite well. But the problem was that his magical abilities simply weren't returning. There was too much 'interference' when it came to concentrating--a problem that would continue unless something very good happened very soon. Fat chance of that, the elf thought as he suddenly stopped running and tried to focus what power he could into an attack. When that didn't work, he turned to a backup plan...and brought his sword up to his palm. "Better work," he muttered through clenched teeth as he quickly whipped the blade's edge along his palm, slicing through the skin easily and bringing forth small rivulets of blood. The pain was searing, exactly the effect that Aiden had been hoping for. Instead of trying to concentrate on gathering magic or even resisting Nemael's spell, Aiden instead focused only on the pain in his hand. Slowly, the cloud of despair and anguish that gripped him before faded and was replaced only by a dull, throbbing pain. Much better, Aiden thought, amused at the thought of being in pain of his own causing better. Gaining some semblance of control and precision once again, Aiden turned on his heel, sword raised. However, at first he was completely caught off guard by what he saw. "I'm going crazy," the elf muttered as he stared at his own image just meters before him. At first, Aiden thought that this was some side effect of the dark spell cast earlier...but quickly realized that something far more sinister was at work here. "Well if you want to be me so badly, I think all you had to do was ask." Focusing on the cut across his palm allowed Aiden to begin to gather magic once again. He was no longer focused on prolonging this fight--now he was only concerned with making sure that when everything was over, Nemael hurt more than he did. "Rauko naur!" he shouted, his eyes glowing red as he began his spell. The ground seemed to shake just a bit as a ring of flame surrounded Aiden, burning hot white. "I hope you burn in hell to be honest," Aiden said, breathing heavily from the exertion. "But why wait? There's no time like the present!" With that, the ring suddenly expanded, seemingly shooting forward towards his apparent doppelganger and reducing all in its path to smoldering ash. . . [Demon Fire] |
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| Nemael | Sun Jul 19, 2009 5:29 am Post #18 |
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Nemael grinned at the elf, a pleased look in his eye. Cutting his own palm open wasn't something Nemael was expecting, but it was something he wasn't thinking of. “Very nice.” He commented, licking his lips at the sight of blood. He shuddered, anticipating feeling that blood on his own hands, rubbing it into his skin. The spellcasting was something he'd been prepared for. He had hoped it wouldn't come to directly harming spells, but it was a risk of dealing with a mage. He had ways to counter spells, but for now it was only for long-term effects and some other spells. At the beginning of the spell, he slipped away his dirk, pulling the greenish gem from seemingly nowhere once more. Quickly he threw a spell of his own, a rushed dispel. Accidentally botching it, the spell only eliminated the lower section of the sweeping ring. The flames were rapidly approaching, the aura of heat proceeding the actual fire. The left side of his face burned painfully, flesh hardening and cracking. Activating the gem immediately, he melted into the ground, taking sanctuary in the earth as its surface became semi-molten, hardening quickly. The fire passed by over head. Several minutes later he rose from the earth, his appearance once more that of a drow. The mask fell away from his face, removed by the returning of forms and the spell's force. White hair hung over his lowered face, looking down at the ground. A small shell lay there, his black spider, all eight legs curled to its belly. Silence hung around him for a moment as the scene burned into his mind. Slowly, he returned both mask and gem to his hip pouch, hand shaking. Nemael's form went rigid and still, turning to look at the elf. Raising his head, his white hair parted. The entire left side of his face was blackened, cracked. Blood seeped from the cracks, coating the side of his face. Lips pursed, his eyes burned with fury. Borael shone in the sunlight, contrastingly happy with what was expected to come. “You killed a spider, Aiden.” He hissed. |
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| swordhunter | Sun Jul 19, 2009 1:23 pm Post #19 |
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Aiden watched in mild amusement as Nemael seemed to simply disappear into the ground. That won't help you, the elf thought happily as his demon fire continued its rampage forward. Although its target had disappeared for the moment, the fire would remain as long as there was fuel...even for a time afterward. Thick smoke began to fill the air as the flames came into contact with the corpses of long dead dragons. The combination of smoke and stench was overpowering, providing yet another, although less desirable, thing for Aiden to concentrate on in addition to his pained hand. Nonetheless, he was a bit perturbed when Nemael reappeared minutes later with only a portion of his face hurt by the attack. "Let's see if we can do a bit more than that," Aiden said, recovered slightly from his earlier exertion. Raising his sword, Aiden charged forward hard, making a rather large circle around Nemael rather than attacking head on. His plan was to get to an area where his fire still burned among the dragon corpses. "You won't escape it twice," Aiden muttered angrily as he moved. . . OOC: Argh, short post. |
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| Nemael | Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:43 am Post #20 |
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Nemael's angered tone penetrated his laughter, following the elf with his eyes. He hardly had to be concerned with what the man was doing. Only once before had he lost fully to a foe, and now he served under that foe as his master, learning the secrets of Black magic. His laugh turned to a hiss. “You're playing with magic over your head, elf.” He said with a sneer. Slowly he walked towards the elf, following his course to the burning corpses. If he was caught by the fire, he would catch and he'd be fairly hard pressed to return to his normal self. But the outcome worked both ways. If the elf caught fire, he'd likely have a harder time than Nemael. The drow stalked faster, hair sticking to the damaged half of his face. He slashed Borael at a body, the tip of the blade catching fire. Chuckling, he watched as the flame slowly receded to the tip of the blade, rejected by its magic. They only lasted a couple of seconds, but that would be enough this close to the mounds of burning bodies. The drow let magic pulse through his body, jerking his existence, replacing him in a spot a few meters closer to the Aiden. “Enough playing around. Fight me.” He demanded, squeezing Borael hard enough to whiten his knuckles. |
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| swordhunter | Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:29 pm Post #21 |
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Aiden continued his full sprint around Nemael, knowing full well that he'd have to get much closer to the remnants of his flame in order to gain more control over its movements. Besides, I'm not sure how much longer this spell will last, the elf thought as he jumped over a decaying body. Smoke now fully filled the graveyard, coating the entire area in a thick, oily smoke as the flames continued to burn at the ancient corpses. For a split second, Aiden felt apologetic at doing such damage to the remains of such majestic creatures. But he also realized that desperate times called for desperate measures. The loss of the graveyard was a necessary one if Aiden hoped to survive. As the elf ran, he noticed that Nemael had disappeared once again...and this time, reappeared directly in front of him only meters away. "Impressive trick," the elf said as he prepared to make incantation. "But I'm afraid it's getting a little old now. Can't you at least do something that's a little more...impressive?" As he finished the taunt, Aiden said softly, "Runya." With the spellword, his blade became wreathed in a red hot flame. "Fine then, let's fight," he said through clenched teeth. He leapt into the air, pointing his sword down and preparing for a vicious slash. . . |
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| Nemael | Wed Jul 22, 2009 5:29 am Post #22 |
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Nemael laughed at the man's taunt. “You want something a bit more impressive? Very well.” He laughed, using his free hand to draw up the cowl on his shoulders. A second passed as he activated the item, channeling magic into it in a split second to turn it on. Immediately shadows erupted form his form, flaring out to cover the immediate area. Magical darkness enveloped everything in fifteen feet from Nemael in any direction. All light was blocked out, leaving the inhabitants of the large sphere in perfect darkness. Sounds and the feel of air still were present, as well as the heat emanating from burning corpses. But all light had been robbed, leaving a claustrophobic effect. Nemael opened his eyes. He could see perfectly well in the darkness, unaffected by the darkness. He sidestepped the slash, spinning on the ball of his foot and standing ready, slightly crouched. He let himself become one with the darkness, becoming invisible. He watched Aiden for a moment, casting a blink spell. The magic bubbled in his chest, ready to be released. “Having fun yet, Aiden?” He laughed softly, then released the spell. He teleported to the opposite side of the elf silently, blending again. “I know I am.” |
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| swordhunter | Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:10 am Post #23 |
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Aiden opened his mouth to shout as Nemael used a cloak that he hadn't actually noticed earlier. He grimaced at the miscalculation, but followed through with his downward slash. However, before the blow landed, a complete darkness engulfed the battlefield. "Wha?" the elf gasped as the darkness overtook his vision, erasing both the battlefield and his opponent from sight. "Nifty trick," Aiden muttered, sheathing his rather useless sword for the moment. "But two can play this game, I think." Aiden continued running forward, literally blinded by the darkness. However, he could still here the sound coming from his still burning flames> He could also smell the acrid smoke coming from the burning corpses. Using his other senses, he was able to make a rough guess of where he was. Covering his eyes and ears, Aiden uttered the incantation for another spell. It's not fair that you can see and I can't, he thought, So let's even the odds a bit. "Tiri!" he shouted loudly. Simultaneously, a bright light formed before him and expanded to the size of a small globe of white. Moments later, the light quickly expanded and became unbearably bright. Aiden was forced to squint even though his eyes were still covered because of the intensity of the spell. This was followed quickly by an earsplitting wave of sound which washed over the battlefield. . . |
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| Nemael | Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:09 am Post #24 |
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Nemael laughed at the man's efforts. The light portion of the spell was immediately swallowed by the darkness without a trace, barely a candle's flicker visible for half a second. The roar echoed through the graveyard, bouncing off bodies, rolling over him. His ears shrieked in protest, ringing overpowering all other sounds. The hood only muffled it slightly, raising his hands to them to close them off from the rest of the spell. Bringing his palms together, he focused his magic to unravel spells, concentrating the effect in a small area. He pressed the magic into his chest, the effect washing through him. Once it reached his ears, the spells effect was eliminated. “That won't help you here, elf. Looks like I have you at a disadvantage. Tell me, Aiden. Can you see in the dark?” He laughed, walking around the man, the globe shifting with him. No light could pierce this particular mass of darkness, and nothing short of a powerful magical sight could allow any other than himself to be able to see. The man was, in effect, blind. He darted in, Borael thrusting at the man's center, rolling away afterwards. He retreated a couple of yards away, standing still, all noise and sound from him ceasing as he blended with the shadows. |
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| swordhunter | Sat Jul 25, 2009 2:07 pm Post #25 |
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“That won't help you here, elf. Looks like I have you at a disadvantage. Tell me, Aiden. Can you see in the dark?” Obviously not, you imp, Aiden thought angrily. He hadn't quite expected his spell to be so...ineffective. Clearly, these globes of darkness were far more potent than he realized. As he stood, time was slowly ticking away. Some part of him could feel the life of his demon's fire and he knew it wouldn't be long until the flame had eaten through what fuel remained on this side of the graveyard. Aiden drew his sword again, blind in this darkness, but still not robbed of all of his senses quite yet. He'll have to come at me eventually...unless he can float, the elf thought, keeping his eyes open although they weren't much help. When he heard the sound of a shuffle nearby, he twisted quickly, bringing his sword in a broad circle. He could hear the sound of fabric tearing as Nemael's sword cut through the cloth in his cloak...but luckily, little else. When the attack retracted, Aiden surged forward. However, he wasn't dismayed when he didn't find a form around him. Instead, he kept running, praying to heaven that he didn't run into a smoldering corpse along the way. As he ran, Aiden muttered an incantation, hoping to use his powers to revive the demon flames that smoldered before him. As in response to his call, the flames roared back to full strength, responding to Aiden's infernos strength. "Ritha," he incanted, directing the flames back in his direction, stoking them and forcing them higher. He knew that he had a limited time to work here--with no fuel around him for the time being, he'd have five short minutes before he'd have to either find more fuel or release the magic. Next, Aiden muttered a second incantation, this time affecting the air around him. If the globe had a fixed radius, then perhaps it could be removed if the caster was forced away. "Ura," he muttered again, releasing his magic into the air. Simultaneously, the air around him became a scorchingly hot mass. If Nemael wanted to keep him in darkness, then fine. But he'd burn to a crisp in the process. . . |
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