Cinder could now clearly hear the thoughts of the demon Adain was facing.
She ready her self she drew from the star with unyielding intensity, and drew her bow it aimed straight at its right eye.
The arrow hit the mark his eye exploded and sent a surge to its brain. It was instantly blinded and it screamed in anguish.
Cinder quickly readied another arrow. She looked at her mount who was focused on Pwdn
On The Shores of Despair (Part 4)
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The sound of battle drew Drakashin closer to the encampment when he felt a familar presence.
"Hmm," He said to himself, "seems fate has thrown us together again." Then as an afterthought hit him, "I wonder if I'll get to continue my experiments, I hope I brought the right potion."
As he and Grisnaw came within sight he spotted Veraka and his sword, so he was correct about the presence. Then he noticed the demons attacking the group.
Sighing, "Damn, forgot to bring a binding spell. Oh, how I would love to experiment on them. Oh well, perhaps some other time."
He fell into the darkness of his mind, allowing the presence there to come forth. He knew how this one loved battle and testing his might against others.
Once Drakashin opened his eyes he spoke to Grisnaw, "You know what to do."
"I do?" the gargoyle asked.
Drakashin sighed again, "Keep them busy."
Grimacing Grisnaw asked, "Do I have to tackle the Balor again? That really hurt last time."
Drakashin threw him his bag of holding, "Go ahead and choose your weapon."
Grisnaw's smile returned ten-fold and dove into the bag returning a few seconds later with a couple of potions of impact. Then flew off towards the battle.
Drakashin also started towards the battle with a spell on his lips (Magic Missles) at one of the uncontested Glabrezus. At the same moment Grisnaw pelted it with the two potions of impact.
He stepped up next to Veraka and said, "Why is it when we always meet you're fighting demons?"
"Hmm," He said to himself, "seems fate has thrown us together again." Then as an afterthought hit him, "I wonder if I'll get to continue my experiments, I hope I brought the right potion."
As he and Grisnaw came within sight he spotted Veraka and his sword, so he was correct about the presence. Then he noticed the demons attacking the group.
Sighing, "Damn, forgot to bring a binding spell. Oh, how I would love to experiment on them. Oh well, perhaps some other time."
He fell into the darkness of his mind, allowing the presence there to come forth. He knew how this one loved battle and testing his might against others.
Once Drakashin opened his eyes he spoke to Grisnaw, "You know what to do."
"I do?" the gargoyle asked.
Drakashin sighed again, "Keep them busy."
Grimacing Grisnaw asked, "Do I have to tackle the Balor again? That really hurt last time."
Drakashin threw him his bag of holding, "Go ahead and choose your weapon."
Grisnaw's smile returned ten-fold and dove into the bag returning a few seconds later with a couple of potions of impact. Then flew off towards the battle.
Drakashin also started towards the battle with a spell on his lips (Magic Missles) at one of the uncontested Glabrezus. At the same moment Grisnaw pelted it with the two potions of impact.
He stepped up next to Veraka and said, "Why is it when we always meet you're fighting demons?"
No Mercy for the Weak;
No Pity for the Dying;
No Tears for the Dead.
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Adian was startled when the thing's head snapped back with a small explosion, its hands going to its face in agony...in slow motion.
In fact all their enemies seemed to be slowing down. Adian easily dodged a blind swipe and slashed at the fiend, and was surprised to see the blow land. The enchantment he'd affixed to the blade worked and the wound was seared open by its holy light.
Adian, unaware that the monsters had not slowed down but that he had somehow sped up, took full advantage of the edges he had been given. He leaped into the air wand called upon the Dark Maiden's name as he called down her power through his weapon.
The creature's head blackened as though horribly charred--not by the weapon which was, after all, only fine steel but instead by the divine power he had channeled through it. Blind and hurt, the thing staggered backwards after the terrible smite.
He quickly followed up with vicious attacks, slashing and gouging at the monster as he fought.
In fact all their enemies seemed to be slowing down. Adian easily dodged a blind swipe and slashed at the fiend, and was surprised to see the blow land. The enchantment he'd affixed to the blade worked and the wound was seared open by its holy light.
Adian, unaware that the monsters had not slowed down but that he had somehow sped up, took full advantage of the edges he had been given. He leaped into the air wand called upon the Dark Maiden's name as he called down her power through his weapon.
The creature's head blackened as though horribly charred--not by the weapon which was, after all, only fine steel but instead by the divine power he had channeled through it. Blind and hurt, the thing staggered backwards after the terrible smite.
He quickly followed up with vicious attacks, slashing and gouging at the monster as he fought.
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Cinder watched carefully as another beast turned toward Adain watching his companion splayed at his hand. Focused on executing a swift attract on Adain.
Cinder simply repeated her attack as the other beast was unaware as to what had happened. Again she drew from the stars force into her metal diamond tipped arrow and let it fly into the the next beasts eye and the same thing happened to it as to the first, was blinded instantly and roared in agony as the surge hit h
its brain. Cinder did not take her eyes off of the beasts around Adain she watched knowing that Pwdn was safe.
Cinder simply repeated her attack as the other beast was unaware as to what had happened. Again she drew from the stars force into her metal diamond tipped arrow and let it fly into the the next beasts eye and the same thing happened to it as to the first, was blinded instantly and roared in agony as the surge hit h
its brain. Cinder did not take her eyes off of the beasts around Adain she watched knowing that Pwdn was safe.
Aurora was up and about by the time that Frad had done a number on one of the Erinyes; one more of the devils was sneaking up on the dwarf, a perfect sneak attack position. The only thing that the devil was not counting on was the two ice-blue eyes watching from the flank in a snow drift.
The Erinyes that had stealthily snuck up on Frad, was about to unleash her sneak attack, when a blast of icy breath lashed across her back. The devil cried out as the ice infused gale of wind whipped across her back, tearing at the flesh of fallen celestial.
The devil turned to see the huge winter wolf glaring at her, teeth barred and poised to strike.
The battle that raged around him blurred into just the mighty Balor that stood before him, and himself; Veraka didn't think, he didn't have time to. Reflex, reaction, speed, adrenaline, all of that and more went into the aasimar's swings, blocks and parries as the huge tanar'ri lashed at him with its sword.
Veraka caught a heavy blow to the shoulder by the huge demon's sword, and stumbled backwards.
[color=blue:36iqgate]He stepped up next to Veraka and said, "Why is it when we always meet you're fighting demons?"[/color:36iqgate]
The aasimar turned to see an old acquaintance step up next to him as he recovered from his backwards stumble, and his eyebrows shot up.
"Of all people that show up in this neck of the woods, it had to be you. I would have preferred your brother, but seeing the situation we're in, I think you're the best bet," the aasimar grunted as he blocked an Erinyes attacking him; blocking her with his shield, the storm warrior shoved her back; right then he'd left his flank open to attack.
The Balor seemed to like this, as it rose up and lunged forward, its sword diving for Veraka's chest. The demon then reared back and howled in pain as a whirling chakram embedded itself in its shoulder. Neriah dashed in, and plunged her dual sais into the balor's chest.
The Erinyes that had stealthily snuck up on Frad, was about to unleash her sneak attack, when a blast of icy breath lashed across her back. The devil cried out as the ice infused gale of wind whipped across her back, tearing at the flesh of fallen celestial.
The devil turned to see the huge winter wolf glaring at her, teeth barred and poised to strike.
The battle that raged around him blurred into just the mighty Balor that stood before him, and himself; Veraka didn't think, he didn't have time to. Reflex, reaction, speed, adrenaline, all of that and more went into the aasimar's swings, blocks and parries as the huge tanar'ri lashed at him with its sword.
Veraka caught a heavy blow to the shoulder by the huge demon's sword, and stumbled backwards.
[color=blue:36iqgate]He stepped up next to Veraka and said, "Why is it when we always meet you're fighting demons?"[/color:36iqgate]
The aasimar turned to see an old acquaintance step up next to him as he recovered from his backwards stumble, and his eyebrows shot up.
"Of all people that show up in this neck of the woods, it had to be you. I would have preferred your brother, but seeing the situation we're in, I think you're the best bet," the aasimar grunted as he blocked an Erinyes attacking him; blocking her with his shield, the storm warrior shoved her back; right then he'd left his flank open to attack.
The Balor seemed to like this, as it rose up and lunged forward, its sword diving for Veraka's chest. The demon then reared back and howled in pain as a whirling chakram embedded itself in its shoulder. Neriah dashed in, and plunged her dual sais into the balor's chest.
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((Gonna be off for a while, so I'm stacking up several actions to play out over several equivalent turns))
Frad darted about in the battle, moving through the fray and swiping hits across the legs of opponents he passed as he gained the opportunity. Though they turned about at him and tried to catch him with quick swipes, but he was just too fast for them. The one chasing him if a blind fury was still screeching, though her violation was finally ended as Frad ducked under a hefty swing from the blind and wounded Glabrezu that tore the unready female devil clear in half. "Hells, Wouldn't have wanted ta catch that one." He leapt up with a yell and sank his axe in between the giant devil's shoulders, or what was probably its' shoulders, hanging on and piling on the pain as the thing came in severe danger of being overwhelmed by the others, plus this. . . THING that had joined the battle and which was apparently on their side. "Hoi, you wi' tha wings there! See if ya can feed 'im one a them bombs o' yours while tha great sod's yellin'!" And the devil was indeed yelling, it was not best pleased with this turn of events.
Lyon's battle with the vampire was going badly for him by all appearances, though in actual fact that he was still fighting at all by now, in an duel with the most skilled of the enemies, was nothing short of astounding. More that that, he wasn't giving ground any more. The vampire snarled, and with a piercing shriek unleashed a withering hail of blows with its' sword that knocked Lyon's sword away to his right, forced his shield's guard off to the left and knocked him back to fall heavily on the floor, the deathless creature leaping on him and baring its fangs to feed. Stunned, Lyon fell back on instinct, much as the creature had expected. Rather than holding his hands out to futilely fend it off however, he lashed out with his shield, swinging it right and left and smashing it across the vampire's face each time leaving it momentarily dazed. As his shield fell away to the right again Lyon yelled and brought his empty sword-arm up to punch the vampire in the face once again and roll himself over on top of it.
The creature's sword was too long for this use, and so it clawed at him relentlessly, long talons ripping open large gashes in his armour and tearing at his flesh, drawing blood in great amount. "No!" Lyon's fist smashed down again, and again, and again. "A knight is sworn to valour!" SMASH. "His word speaks only truth!" SMASH. "His blade defends the helpless!" SMASH. "His might upholds the weak!" The vampire had regained its' balance and grabbed his hand with both claws, snapping his fingerbones even as they were curled up into a fist. "Give up boy, I'm not-" Lyon's shield came about again across the creature's head, his wrist splintering inside from its' grip as it tried to pull him off. He was faltering, weakened greatly, but he was sure as heavens going to take this thing with him before he was out of the fight. "His heart knows only virtue!" Lyon leaned back and slammed his own face into the vampire's, the metal bracket of his helm making a sickening crunch as the monster's jaw fractured. Drawing back for a final blow, Lyon gaped as the vampire melted away into mist, only making it back onto one knee before the dark greatsword was retrieved and thrust into him from behind.
He sank down, breathing heavily, completely spent. He wretched, his meal gracing the snow in front of him and pooled with blood where his stomach had been holed by the attack. [i:1w1nvxr3]Not like this, not here. Not like this![/i:1w1nvxr3] The vampire strode closer, his victory assured but not noticing Pwdn's healing magic in he area, not understanding that each moment wasted was a little more strength returned to Lyon. It spoke again, words garbled through the ruins of its' previously-beautiful porcelain doll face. "A good fight, but futile." Frad turned from where he was riding the devil and yelled to his friend. "LYON!"
The vampire smirked, and gripped Lyon by the neck. "So, Lyon is it? Goodbye Lyon, and commendations on not crying before the end." Lyon's one remaining good eye opened then, and shot about to look up at his would-be executioner. "H. . . hhhhh. . . " His shield flashed, glowing with holy purity. "His wrath undoes the wicked!" He span about as he yelled the last line of the prayer, hurling the shield to behead the vampire, whose look of surprise landed unceremoniously in the snow some distance from his body, both of which melted away into mist once again and fled the field. The shield itself continued onwards, shearing an entire wing from one of the devils before lodging itself deep into a tree. "Lyon. Remember it, you piece of. . . trash." He breathed slowly, and with difficulty, looking more dead than alive but hanging on despite everything, waiting for Pwdn.
Pwdn had been battling with a small barbed devil that one of the others had summoned, its' attacks pushed aside with what looked like no effort at all on her part, no matter how hard it tried she simply parried the blow and responded with a powerful swat that knocked it back. Hearing Frad's cry however, she ducked under a powerful swing and kicked out at the thing's legs to floor it, then slammed both hands down over its' chest to knock it unconscious. Shaking off the uneasiness caused by the sudden influx of damage she'd been avoiding up to this point, she turned to Medrinus. "Get me to Lyon, quickly!" She reached out to Aidan as he passed close in the combat, blessing him with a [i:1w1nvxr3]Battletide[/i:1w1nvxr3] enchantment to aid him as she was taken to Lyon's side.
Frad darted about in the battle, moving through the fray and swiping hits across the legs of opponents he passed as he gained the opportunity. Though they turned about at him and tried to catch him with quick swipes, but he was just too fast for them. The one chasing him if a blind fury was still screeching, though her violation was finally ended as Frad ducked under a hefty swing from the blind and wounded Glabrezu that tore the unready female devil clear in half. "Hells, Wouldn't have wanted ta catch that one." He leapt up with a yell and sank his axe in between the giant devil's shoulders, or what was probably its' shoulders, hanging on and piling on the pain as the thing came in severe danger of being overwhelmed by the others, plus this. . . THING that had joined the battle and which was apparently on their side. "Hoi, you wi' tha wings there! See if ya can feed 'im one a them bombs o' yours while tha great sod's yellin'!" And the devil was indeed yelling, it was not best pleased with this turn of events.
Lyon's battle with the vampire was going badly for him by all appearances, though in actual fact that he was still fighting at all by now, in an duel with the most skilled of the enemies, was nothing short of astounding. More that that, he wasn't giving ground any more. The vampire snarled, and with a piercing shriek unleashed a withering hail of blows with its' sword that knocked Lyon's sword away to his right, forced his shield's guard off to the left and knocked him back to fall heavily on the floor, the deathless creature leaping on him and baring its fangs to feed. Stunned, Lyon fell back on instinct, much as the creature had expected. Rather than holding his hands out to futilely fend it off however, he lashed out with his shield, swinging it right and left and smashing it across the vampire's face each time leaving it momentarily dazed. As his shield fell away to the right again Lyon yelled and brought his empty sword-arm up to punch the vampire in the face once again and roll himself over on top of it.
The creature's sword was too long for this use, and so it clawed at him relentlessly, long talons ripping open large gashes in his armour and tearing at his flesh, drawing blood in great amount. "No!" Lyon's fist smashed down again, and again, and again. "A knight is sworn to valour!" SMASH. "His word speaks only truth!" SMASH. "His blade defends the helpless!" SMASH. "His might upholds the weak!" The vampire had regained its' balance and grabbed his hand with both claws, snapping his fingerbones even as they were curled up into a fist. "Give up boy, I'm not-" Lyon's shield came about again across the creature's head, his wrist splintering inside from its' grip as it tried to pull him off. He was faltering, weakened greatly, but he was sure as heavens going to take this thing with him before he was out of the fight. "His heart knows only virtue!" Lyon leaned back and slammed his own face into the vampire's, the metal bracket of his helm making a sickening crunch as the monster's jaw fractured. Drawing back for a final blow, Lyon gaped as the vampire melted away into mist, only making it back onto one knee before the dark greatsword was retrieved and thrust into him from behind.
He sank down, breathing heavily, completely spent. He wretched, his meal gracing the snow in front of him and pooled with blood where his stomach had been holed by the attack. [i:1w1nvxr3]Not like this, not here. Not like this![/i:1w1nvxr3] The vampire strode closer, his victory assured but not noticing Pwdn's healing magic in he area, not understanding that each moment wasted was a little more strength returned to Lyon. It spoke again, words garbled through the ruins of its' previously-beautiful porcelain doll face. "A good fight, but futile." Frad turned from where he was riding the devil and yelled to his friend. "LYON!"
The vampire smirked, and gripped Lyon by the neck. "So, Lyon is it? Goodbye Lyon, and commendations on not crying before the end." Lyon's one remaining good eye opened then, and shot about to look up at his would-be executioner. "H. . . hhhhh. . . " His shield flashed, glowing with holy purity. "His wrath undoes the wicked!" He span about as he yelled the last line of the prayer, hurling the shield to behead the vampire, whose look of surprise landed unceremoniously in the snow some distance from his body, both of which melted away into mist once again and fled the field. The shield itself continued onwards, shearing an entire wing from one of the devils before lodging itself deep into a tree. "Lyon. Remember it, you piece of. . . trash." He breathed slowly, and with difficulty, looking more dead than alive but hanging on despite everything, waiting for Pwdn.
Pwdn had been battling with a small barbed devil that one of the others had summoned, its' attacks pushed aside with what looked like no effort at all on her part, no matter how hard it tried she simply parried the blow and responded with a powerful swat that knocked it back. Hearing Frad's cry however, she ducked under a powerful swing and kicked out at the thing's legs to floor it, then slammed both hands down over its' chest to knock it unconscious. Shaking off the uneasiness caused by the sudden influx of damage she'd been avoiding up to this point, she turned to Medrinus. "Get me to Lyon, quickly!" She reached out to Aidan as he passed close in the combat, blessing him with a [i:1w1nvxr3]Battletide[/i:1w1nvxr3] enchantment to aid him as she was taken to Lyon's side.
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Adian, already naturally quick and agile, was a blur under the influence of Pdwn's [i:3jrmo1o4]haste[/i:3jrmo1o4] spell. Though the steel of his weapon did little, if any, injury, to the unnatural things, he was very successful at distracting and befuddling them.
Glabrezu, however, were very powerful demons and were steadily recovering from the damage Cinder had inflicted. Adian leaped up and smote the second with another divinely-charged blow.
Unfortunately, that was his limit. He was left with fighting with a marginally enchanted weapon against still-powerful if wounded enemies.
He'd have to think of something creative to come out of this alive...
Glabrezu, however, were very powerful demons and were steadily recovering from the damage Cinder had inflicted. Adian leaped up and smote the second with another divinely-charged blow.
Unfortunately, that was his limit. He was left with fighting with a marginally enchanted weapon against still-powerful if wounded enemies.
He'd have to think of something creative to come out of this alive...
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Cinder halted Meldrinus at lyons side, Pwdn and she leaped off and and lifted him gently onto his back and the three rode off at a speed up thinkable to the safety of a cluster of pines.
As Pwdn worked over Lyon...Stay with them Meldrinus. She spotted the cat in the trees aways off and ran to the spot and climbed up to her, she perched herself with the cat anchored herself and found the perfect view to the battle, she pulled out and arrow and aimed, But she noticed that the beasts were recovering from the bows, she lanched more at them drawing mor inteclly from the star, she closed her eyes and rembered the conjuction it was not at itès zenith but would still have clout as she foucused both deeper into the heavens and the star on the horizion she prayed for help with her activities to Eilistraee. she grounded herself in the tree and sent an arrow at the same beast she first hit in the same spot. It howled again in agony the explosion was greater and cought him on fire it was weaken again for how who knows. Again she took up an arrow and sent it forth upon the second beast she had blinded, it to caught fire. she would send out know more un less Adain instructed her he was in deep thought as to how what his next move would be.
As Pwdn worked over Lyon...Stay with them Meldrinus. She spotted the cat in the trees aways off and ran to the spot and climbed up to her, she perched herself with the cat anchored herself and found the perfect view to the battle, she pulled out and arrow and aimed, But she noticed that the beasts were recovering from the bows, she lanched more at them drawing mor inteclly from the star, she closed her eyes and rembered the conjuction it was not at itès zenith but would still have clout as she foucused both deeper into the heavens and the star on the horizion she prayed for help with her activities to Eilistraee. she grounded herself in the tree and sent an arrow at the same beast she first hit in the same spot. It howled again in agony the explosion was greater and cought him on fire it was weaken again for how who knows. Again she took up an arrow and sent it forth upon the second beast she had blinded, it to caught fire. she would send out know more un less Adain instructed her he was in deep thought as to how what his next move would be.
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[color=blue:q6ekiuzv]"Hoi, you wi' tha wings there! See if ya can feed 'im one a them bombs o' yours while tha great sod's yellin'!"
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Grisnaw looked down and saw the dwarf yelling at him. When what the Dwarf was saying finally dawned on him a great smile played on his face.
"Well well well," he said to the Dwarf, "That sounds like a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah well."
He dived down onto the screaming demons shoulders and shoved another couple potions of impact down its' throat. As he took off, Grisnaw kicked the demon under the chin, snapping its jaw shut and crushing the vials. The resulting explosion left it without a head.
"That [b:q6ekiuzv]was[/b:q6ekiuzv] fun," Grisnaw cried out in glee, "I'm going to need to remember that in the future."
Drakashin stepped back to observe the battle, trying to figure out where he was needed most. Veraka seemed to have to Balor well in hand, the knight killed the vampire but seemed out of the battle though a cleric seemed to be on her way to him, that left the drow facing the Glaberzu.
Moving in that direction he began to incant a spell (spectral hand). The disembodied hand appeared next to the demon and through it Drakin chanted another spell (chill touch). The demon yelled in pain as the spell sent a deep chill into its bones and sapped its strength from its body.
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Grisnaw looked down and saw the dwarf yelling at him. When what the Dwarf was saying finally dawned on him a great smile played on his face.
"Well well well," he said to the Dwarf, "That sounds like a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah well."
He dived down onto the screaming demons shoulders and shoved another couple potions of impact down its' throat. As he took off, Grisnaw kicked the demon under the chin, snapping its jaw shut and crushing the vials. The resulting explosion left it without a head.
"That [b:q6ekiuzv]was[/b:q6ekiuzv] fun," Grisnaw cried out in glee, "I'm going to need to remember that in the future."
Drakashin stepped back to observe the battle, trying to figure out where he was needed most. Veraka seemed to have to Balor well in hand, the knight killed the vampire but seemed out of the battle though a cleric seemed to be on her way to him, that left the drow facing the Glaberzu.
Moving in that direction he began to incant a spell (spectral hand). The disembodied hand appeared next to the demon and through it Drakin chanted another spell (chill touch). The demon yelled in pain as the spell sent a deep chill into its bones and sapped its strength from its body.
No Mercy for the Weak;
No Pity for the Dying;
No Tears for the Dead.
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No Pity for the Dying;
No Tears for the Dead.
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The surge of power from Pdwn's [i:3g6xpsg3]Battletide[/i:3g6xpsg3] combined with the weakening effect of the [i:3g6xpsg3]chill touch[/i:3g6xpsg3] on the monster turned the tide so abruptly that the demonic creature didn't even realize it. With his sword now properly, if temporarily enchanted, the demon was suddenly on the recieving end of real pain.
The dark elf was darting around the beast faster than it could turn, and before the thing could come up with a proper defense it was burning from a dozen wounds. Injuries to its joints slowed it even more, and a massive blow to its back crippled one of its wings.
"EILISTRAEE!" Adian roared, and the demon's body fell to the ground, its black spirit sent screaming in pain back to its infernal realm.
He looked around, triumphant. And went grey when he saw Lyon.
The dark elf was darting around the beast faster than it could turn, and before the thing could come up with a proper defense it was burning from a dozen wounds. Injuries to its joints slowed it even more, and a massive blow to its back crippled one of its wings.
"EILISTRAEE!" Adian roared, and the demon's body fell to the ground, its black spirit sent screaming in pain back to its infernal realm.
He looked around, triumphant. And went grey when he saw Lyon.
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Cinder went to Pwdn to assist, she got a warm blanket for Lyon Pwdn had every thing under control, and suggested she take a her post back i the tree.
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Cinder wet back up the tree she watched the battle from there and was close enough to Pwdn if she needed her. she grounded herself deeply i the tree and found a place to mount her aim she focused on the planetary and star energy sources ready to draw on them ... I have seven arrows left Adain, i am i a tree over Pwdn and lyon if she needs me she is safe and caring for him.. if you need my arrows say when and were.
The Balor roared out as Veraka swatted its fire whip away and came in hard, his sword leading in. The resounding clang of the battle's clamor wound down, but that didn't mean shit if they were defeated here and now.
Hearing Lyon’s n name shouted Veraka dared to turn around. Seeing his friend decapitate his archenemy, Dacuda, brought a victory shout from the aasimar; but the victory was short lived as Veraka saw the young warrior had been stabbed through his chest by the elite undead.
Then, Veraka felt lightheaded as he was lifted off the ground and hurled into a small tree, his massive frame taking the large sapling down with him as he crashed into it. The balor stood there, smiling in its devilish way. His vision was blurred over the next few seconds.
This sent an already enraged fey’ri into a murderous frenzy on the tanar’ri. Her sais were blurs as she stabbed in and out of the demon with lighting speed and ferocity. The balor roared in pain and The alu-fiend decided to make her presence known at this point, as magic missiles slammed into Neriah’s side and sent her tumbling.
“So you think that just because you’ve found yourself a mate of the upper planes, you are resistant to your own blood, my prodigy? Now what kind of ancestor do you think me if I didn’t come and offer you a proper place among the ranks I’ve gathered,” the balor said to the fey’ri, his words dripping with dark, but oh so tempting power.
By this time, the balor had summoned a trio of Hezrou demons to its side to keep any unwanted enemies off of its back. “Destroy the rest of the pathetic whelps,” the tanar’ri to its underlings. The hezrou did as they were told. ((Nope, it’s not that easy of a battle))
“Go back to the pit from which you came!” spat Neriah in return to the demon’s words.
The balor strode over to Veraka and hoisted him up by the throat, effectively throttling the aasimar. “You wish to keep [b:134bl42s]this[/b:134bl42s] as a mate; and here I thought my offer was merciful in comparison,” retorted the tanar’ri.
Veraka felt his lungs start to burn for oxygen, even as he balled a fist and slammed it into the balor’s arm repeatedly. [i:134bl42s]Where is my rage,[/i:134bl42s] he thought to himself; even as the aasimar opened himself to the berserker, he felt nothing, as if it had completely abandoned him. The one trick that he had come to rely on more and more; and now it was nowhere to be found. Veraka slammed his fist into the balor again, but it was in vain; the demon was 4500 pounds of raw muscle.
“I would rather die than be without Veraka,” replied Neriah, her sais in front of her in a defensive stance.
This seemed to amuse the balor, as he unceremoniously dumped Veraka onto the ground, and stomped over to the fey’ri. The aasimar gulped in oxygen by the mouthfuls; however, it was what he saw next that brought out his anger, though it wasn’t his berserker; his normal rage came out, and he sprung to action.
“So, you choose death over power; pitiful, but not surprising, I suppose,” said the balor as it raised its Vorpal longsword over its head ready to end the fey’ri’s life.
Neriah closed her eyes and she braced herself for the ending strike; what she heard instead was the resounding roar of outrage of a demon. She opened her eyes to see what had happened; to her horror, Veraka had charged the balor and cannoned into the tanar’ri.
The aasimar wailed on the Balor with Marala Vharc, slashing and hacking at the demon with relentless abandon. The demon backed up a tad and launched an assault of its own, its longsword clashing with Veraka’s blade. For a solid minute, Veraka whirled Marala Vharc and his shield in a graceful and very lethal display of swordplay against the balor and its sword.
Whenever the Tanar’ri launched an attack, the aasimar was there, countering and then attacking the demon, leaving no room for mistakes. The storm warrior drove his sword in hard, whirling and parrying as the balor was forced onto the defensive. Veraka came in hard, fast and low, Marala Vharc arching into the balor’s leg
muscle, cutting through and coming out painted with the demons blood.
The tanar’ri bellowed in pain as its left leg gushed out bodily fluids.
“You will pay for that insolence,” it roared at the aasimar, lunging with its sword and cracking its whip, sending it sailing to the aasimar.
“Well, at least I don’t make a point of trying to make myself a target,” Veraka retorted, parrying the sword strike and blocking the whip’s lash with his shield. The balor howled in its response and lashed out again, though this time, it used its whip first and sword second. The aasimar blocked both strikes again, and then launched an assault of his own.
Slashing, parrying, deflecting and lunging, Marala Vharc was a blur of motion that danced with the demons own blade; whenever the two contacted each other, a resounding clang echoed out into the forest, testifying to the strength that each of the combatants wielded. The two whirled, arched and countered the others moves with such speed that there was no opening for anyone to attack, not without risking a strike on the other.
“This ends now,” the balor spat; its whip then lashed out; not for Veraka, but for Neriah. When the fiery weapon wrapped itself around her legs, the balor pulled with mighty strength, sending the fey’ri to the ground and tumbling toward the demon, whom raised its blade overhead to finish her off.
“NERIAH!!!” The scream of concern and horror echoed out of the aasimar as he watched his lover get drug to her pending doom. The balor’s sword came down just as Veraka looked away, not bearing to watch what was about to happen.
A resounding CLANNNG echoed out from where Neriah was, followed by a blinding flash of white light, stronger than the sun’s own beams. Veraka opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief at what he saw before him. Sheathed in a glowing white-slivery light, and glowing mithral half-plate, a 9’ tall, six-winged female stood before the balor, her huge, glowing greatsword raised in a horizontal block against the tanar’ri’s longsword. Her waist-length silver hair flowing as if there was a strong wind billowing in the area, but it was deathly calm. The mighty celestial turned her head and stared at the aasimar with glowing gold eyes, and spoke in deep, but near singing voice; “What are you waiting for, Veraka , get the woman you love out of here, now, I cannot hold this fiend off forever.”
The storm warrior reacted as instinct took over, adrenaline coursing through his veins; he blitzed over to Neriah, hauled the stunned fey’ri into his arms as the solar pushed the balor back with a heave and delivered a powered left hook that sent the demon stumbling.
“Cinder, Adain, I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Veraka exclaimed as he ran up to the drow paladin on the sidelines; setting the fey’ri on the ground, he knelt down and put an armored hand on Neriah’s forehead; she felt fine, just looked a little stunned, but he couldn’t be sure of that.
Right then a low growl emanated from behind him; the storm warrior spun around to see one of the Hezrou demons behind him, the intoxicating fumes running off of its ugly skin. Veraka turned to Adian; “I hope you’re ready to put that training to the test, my friend,” he said as he raised Marala Vharc to his side.
Hearing Lyon’s n name shouted Veraka dared to turn around. Seeing his friend decapitate his archenemy, Dacuda, brought a victory shout from the aasimar; but the victory was short lived as Veraka saw the young warrior had been stabbed through his chest by the elite undead.
Then, Veraka felt lightheaded as he was lifted off the ground and hurled into a small tree, his massive frame taking the large sapling down with him as he crashed into it. The balor stood there, smiling in its devilish way. His vision was blurred over the next few seconds.
This sent an already enraged fey’ri into a murderous frenzy on the tanar’ri. Her sais were blurs as she stabbed in and out of the demon with lighting speed and ferocity. The balor roared in pain and The alu-fiend decided to make her presence known at this point, as magic missiles slammed into Neriah’s side and sent her tumbling.
“So you think that just because you’ve found yourself a mate of the upper planes, you are resistant to your own blood, my prodigy? Now what kind of ancestor do you think me if I didn’t come and offer you a proper place among the ranks I’ve gathered,” the balor said to the fey’ri, his words dripping with dark, but oh so tempting power.
By this time, the balor had summoned a trio of Hezrou demons to its side to keep any unwanted enemies off of its back. “Destroy the rest of the pathetic whelps,” the tanar’ri to its underlings. The hezrou did as they were told. ((Nope, it’s not that easy of a battle))
“Go back to the pit from which you came!” spat Neriah in return to the demon’s words.
The balor strode over to Veraka and hoisted him up by the throat, effectively throttling the aasimar. “You wish to keep [b:134bl42s]this[/b:134bl42s] as a mate; and here I thought my offer was merciful in comparison,” retorted the tanar’ri.
Veraka felt his lungs start to burn for oxygen, even as he balled a fist and slammed it into the balor’s arm repeatedly. [i:134bl42s]Where is my rage,[/i:134bl42s] he thought to himself; even as the aasimar opened himself to the berserker, he felt nothing, as if it had completely abandoned him. The one trick that he had come to rely on more and more; and now it was nowhere to be found. Veraka slammed his fist into the balor again, but it was in vain; the demon was 4500 pounds of raw muscle.
“I would rather die than be without Veraka,” replied Neriah, her sais in front of her in a defensive stance.
This seemed to amuse the balor, as he unceremoniously dumped Veraka onto the ground, and stomped over to the fey’ri. The aasimar gulped in oxygen by the mouthfuls; however, it was what he saw next that brought out his anger, though it wasn’t his berserker; his normal rage came out, and he sprung to action.
“So, you choose death over power; pitiful, but not surprising, I suppose,” said the balor as it raised its Vorpal longsword over its head ready to end the fey’ri’s life.
Neriah closed her eyes and she braced herself for the ending strike; what she heard instead was the resounding roar of outrage of a demon. She opened her eyes to see what had happened; to her horror, Veraka had charged the balor and cannoned into the tanar’ri.
The aasimar wailed on the Balor with Marala Vharc, slashing and hacking at the demon with relentless abandon. The demon backed up a tad and launched an assault of its own, its longsword clashing with Veraka’s blade. For a solid minute, Veraka whirled Marala Vharc and his shield in a graceful and very lethal display of swordplay against the balor and its sword.
Whenever the Tanar’ri launched an attack, the aasimar was there, countering and then attacking the demon, leaving no room for mistakes. The storm warrior drove his sword in hard, whirling and parrying as the balor was forced onto the defensive. Veraka came in hard, fast and low, Marala Vharc arching into the balor’s leg
muscle, cutting through and coming out painted with the demons blood.
The tanar’ri bellowed in pain as its left leg gushed out bodily fluids.
“You will pay for that insolence,” it roared at the aasimar, lunging with its sword and cracking its whip, sending it sailing to the aasimar.
“Well, at least I don’t make a point of trying to make myself a target,” Veraka retorted, parrying the sword strike and blocking the whip’s lash with his shield. The balor howled in its response and lashed out again, though this time, it used its whip first and sword second. The aasimar blocked both strikes again, and then launched an assault of his own.
Slashing, parrying, deflecting and lunging, Marala Vharc was a blur of motion that danced with the demons own blade; whenever the two contacted each other, a resounding clang echoed out into the forest, testifying to the strength that each of the combatants wielded. The two whirled, arched and countered the others moves with such speed that there was no opening for anyone to attack, not without risking a strike on the other.
“This ends now,” the balor spat; its whip then lashed out; not for Veraka, but for Neriah. When the fiery weapon wrapped itself around her legs, the balor pulled with mighty strength, sending the fey’ri to the ground and tumbling toward the demon, whom raised its blade overhead to finish her off.
“NERIAH!!!” The scream of concern and horror echoed out of the aasimar as he watched his lover get drug to her pending doom. The balor’s sword came down just as Veraka looked away, not bearing to watch what was about to happen.
A resounding CLANNNG echoed out from where Neriah was, followed by a blinding flash of white light, stronger than the sun’s own beams. Veraka opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief at what he saw before him. Sheathed in a glowing white-slivery light, and glowing mithral half-plate, a 9’ tall, six-winged female stood before the balor, her huge, glowing greatsword raised in a horizontal block against the tanar’ri’s longsword. Her waist-length silver hair flowing as if there was a strong wind billowing in the area, but it was deathly calm. The mighty celestial turned her head and stared at the aasimar with glowing gold eyes, and spoke in deep, but near singing voice; “What are you waiting for, Veraka , get the woman you love out of here, now, I cannot hold this fiend off forever.”
The storm warrior reacted as instinct took over, adrenaline coursing through his veins; he blitzed over to Neriah, hauled the stunned fey’ri into his arms as the solar pushed the balor back with a heave and delivered a powered left hook that sent the demon stumbling.
“Cinder, Adain, I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Veraka exclaimed as he ran up to the drow paladin on the sidelines; setting the fey’ri on the ground, he knelt down and put an armored hand on Neriah’s forehead; she felt fine, just looked a little stunned, but he couldn’t be sure of that.
Right then a low growl emanated from behind him; the storm warrior spun around to see one of the Hezrou demons behind him, the intoxicating fumes running off of its ugly skin. Veraka turned to Adian; “I hope you’re ready to put that training to the test, my friend,” he said as he raised Marala Vharc to his side.
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Cinder seeing Verake calling out jumped down from the tree and leaped onto her mount and was at there side in seconds. Cinder touched his women's head it was very hot she waved her hand over her and a cool breeze ingulfed her. She gently lifted her onto Meldrinus and Cinder speed away with her good friends mate.
(( Meldrinus is a very magical creature his speed is unsurpassable if any thing trys to strike him in battle it will go right throw him or any thing or one upon him , this is his greatest gift ))
Cinder reached Pwdn and lifed the her from her mount laying her down as gently as she could Pwdn turned and layed hands on her.
" She has been damaged quite seriousely " Pwdn explained.
with both lyon and Neriah wounded Pwdn had her hands full.
Cinder could not bare to see the one her friend loved so dearly so seriously wounded. She threw her weapons down and removed most of her clothing, her long white hair caught the wind. her skin slowly turned white her eyes shown silver. " My Lady Sehanine " she called out, the moon elf in Cinderanna appeared. She spun levitating slightly in a mystical trance. a fearsome wind engulfed her as she drew out of Neriah that which ailed her, and sent it off in a gust back toward the demon that inflicted her, she quickly erased all trace of were they were so that it could not be followed back to them by the demon. A mist appeared around them discussing there were abouts she covered Neriah with one of the blankets. Cinder picked up her weapons and climbed the tree She again grounded herself in the tree the cat was near watching carfully. She pointed the arrows in the direction of the demons.
" Neriah is recovering Adain my bow is pointed in the direction of the demonds I can not see any weakens as well from here, my bow is at your command i can do what damage i have already if it will aid you.
(( Meldrinus is a very magical creature his speed is unsurpassable if any thing trys to strike him in battle it will go right throw him or any thing or one upon him , this is his greatest gift ))
Cinder reached Pwdn and lifed the her from her mount laying her down as gently as she could Pwdn turned and layed hands on her.
" She has been damaged quite seriousely " Pwdn explained.
with both lyon and Neriah wounded Pwdn had her hands full.
Cinder could not bare to see the one her friend loved so dearly so seriously wounded. She threw her weapons down and removed most of her clothing, her long white hair caught the wind. her skin slowly turned white her eyes shown silver. " My Lady Sehanine " she called out, the moon elf in Cinderanna appeared. She spun levitating slightly in a mystical trance. a fearsome wind engulfed her as she drew out of Neriah that which ailed her, and sent it off in a gust back toward the demon that inflicted her, she quickly erased all trace of were they were so that it could not be followed back to them by the demon. A mist appeared around them discussing there were abouts she covered Neriah with one of the blankets. Cinder picked up her weapons and climbed the tree She again grounded herself in the tree the cat was near watching carfully. She pointed the arrows in the direction of the demons.
" Neriah is recovering Adain my bow is pointed in the direction of the demonds I can not see any weakens as well from here, my bow is at your command i can do what damage i have already if it will aid you.