Gareth's Camp
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With an effort, the wings beat to slow Zazzt's momentum, and he again flew up, this time, hiding in the sun, as another Zazzt flew right at Gareth, repeating the show again.
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The arrows passed right through both illusion, "Not yet, teifling, are you feeling fatigued?" Zazzt calmly walked out from behind a tree, his wards still active, their weight could be felt even from that distance, but at least the visual effects had returned to normal, "You know, I have realized something... since I am not trying to kill you, you have the advantage." Zazzt looked over his shoulder, "Hmm... perhaps you might want to check your tent, it seems to be burning." As Gareth looked over to check to truth to Zazzt's words, he just glimpsed a strange symbol on the flap of the tent, and he just had time to realize its nature, recognize it as a symbol of paralysis, before its effects took place.
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With the tent destroyed along with his other supplies and his companion Scrap, he hung his head in sadness and helplessness and made his way to the tent... Or at least what was left of it and managed to gather his arrows, scrap's ashes, and his handful of herbs abd with that he left to town, He thought he could find a cleric or a preist to ressurect him. But it didnt seem likely.
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Zazzt walked over, and stood by Gareth's side, "We are done sparing?" He asked. With no reply forthcoming, Zazzt stepped back, and seeing the sadness on his new friend's face, he shook his head, "Ah the things I do for my friends..." And took off his cloak, and unstrapped his swords. He then launched into a lengthy incantation, and with each word seemed to grow older, and weaker, by the end, he seemed as though he had gained a few centuries, standing crooked, and seeming to be nothing more than skin and bones. As he spoke the last words, he collapsed, nothing more than a dessicated skeleton. A bright flash followed, and Gareth's tent and everything that their spar had touched suddenly grew back, and Scrap flew out of the tent, screeching happily.
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[quote="Gareth Ravenmantle":2wguv390]With the tent destroyed along with his other supplies and his companion Scrap, he hung his head in sadness and helplessness and made his way to the tent... Or at least what was left of it and managed to gather his arrows, scrap's ashes, and his handful of herbs abd with that he left to town, He thought he could find a cleric or a preist to ressurect him. But it didnt seem likely.[/quote:2wguv390]
oops, sorry i read your post wrong
oops, sorry i read your post wrong
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OOC: Meh, it still kinda works out in the end
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When Gareth was long gone, specifically when the sun started to set, large cracks formed in the earth around Zazzt's corpse. A red glow covered his body, and the earth suddenly folded up around his bones. The next instant, Zazzt broke out of the earth, he picked up his swords, and cloak, and decided that would have to do, in terms of clothing, he looked around expecting to see Gareth, but was disappointed. He shook his head, "You sacrifice yourself, and bring back everything that meant something to a person, and they just up and leave... What friends I have." He groaned, and coughed out a worm that had burrowed into his stomach, and had made its way up his throat, "On the other hand, after this..." He looked around again, and nodded, satisfied with his work. He sat down, and closed his eyes, he opened his right hand, and in it was a peice of Gareth's hair, that he had taken off of him in the spar, and with it, he cast a spell that would tell him the direction to go to find Gareth. He stood up, and followed the sensation of being pulled, following Gareth's steps towards an inn, buttoning up his cloak as he walked.
A fight need not end with the death of participant. A fight also ends when the desire to do violence is gone.
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