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 Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 9:15 pm
He skidded back several feet, and stopped, holding Ebony out in front of him. still nothing. no word, no sound. Dimitri was strong, far stronger than he looekd but that was expected. his skill with a blade wasn't, but he'd make due. most Liches were strictly magi in life.
Then he lowered the blade, though it still shining brightly with the sacred force, and simply walked over within sword range of Dimitri, and stood there. his grey eyes never left Dimitri's at all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:34 am
"I know what you must be thinking." Chuckled the lich. "Oh, I'm a mage. I must not know much about sword play." He shrugged, the hood inching back from his scalp a little. "Do you know who Blackbowman was? A warlord. And he spent some time with this one."
He held his blade in front of him. "It's really too bad I had to kill him." There was no hint of pity in his raspy voice.
Then, he was in front of Mailk, his swrod swinging down a diagonal arch.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 11:40 am
Again no motion, no sound as the blade came. right before it struck, however, Malik lifted his hand and grabbed the blade, and held fast. blood trickled along the armor of his bracers..but at the same time Ebony was flipped, and Malik gripped that blade as well. still never taking his eyes from Dimitri. And then, as he had done with Malvolence ad Ebony before, he made a living conduit..and unliving. the holy energy ripped through Malik, and through Dimitri's blade, to give the Lich a strike from mommy dearest.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:05 pm
"What are you doing, Feather?"
Malik's hand was empty. Dimitri had never in fact been there. He stood where he had always stood, the illusion spell fading from his blade. "Honestly, that was such a cheap trick. Alas that you feel for it." he chuckled again.
"You don't really think you could end this so simply." The blade thrust out, drawing symbols in the air a moment. Thread like tendrils made of air stretched out from the blade, wrapped aropund Malik's arms and legs and tugged him to the ground. He yanked, and Malik was pulled across the hard floor to hit against the opposit wall.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:40 pm
No sound. nothing. Malik hit the wall, but gripped hard on Ebony. holy power inherint to the blade disipated the binds on him, and he got himself up.
"Perhaps. but you know better then that, I hope. Ebony's power negates yours. your magics won't work to defeat me. you're actually going to have to get your hands dirty and take a risk. slight drawback to being a lich, I suppose. but then again, guess you didn't have a choice, since mom chose Ton for that gift. like she chose Eca for him, and not you."
A twirl of the blade again, and holding it out.
"You were half the man Ton was when he was living, and your less the man ton is now that he's dead."
Shadowstep in range, and and back on the attack. though he was using the conduit trick to give Dimitri a nasty shock effect when the blades hit. would it kill? no? woudl it hurt? yes. A lich as made of sterner stuff that yor average undead, and this one being a demi-god in life made him sterner still.
get in range of a touch, and use the Harm Touch. it torn at flesh and soul..and Dimitri had both, decayed and blackened they may be. back to silence, and only combat.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:36 pm
He was humming under his breath again. "And mother has dearly paid for that transgression."
"Your shadowstep will not work in your favor, unfortuantly." His robes lifted a bit, indicating the feet underneath, as Dimitri took a step forward. His own step took him to the left of Malik. Another behind, another back in front. He was using the same technique, making himself a blurr. He moved so fast that there appeared to be more than one of him.
Little nicks and cuts began oking out from the weak spots in Malik's armor. He gave no indication of any attacks on him hurt or not.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:13 pm
Malik didn't respond, and defended as he woudl usually have done. such tricks he used and were used on him didn't bother too much. he knew the image from the real. Blade to blade they were fairly evenly matched, which ment it turned to a power game. and power was definately in Dimitri's favor, unless the blessing from Ebony could give a benifit he wasn't totally aware of.
One thing that was interesting, Malik drew Malvolence out, dual wielding to help defend, but also do something else. hopefully Sevilin woudl notice. every once in a while, usually defending a lower strike, the blades woudl hit the floor, naturally. Malik only moved around so that in those instances, it would hit where he needed.
Magics of healing often hurt the undead. the essence of life being the antithesis to thier undead state. Malik didn't really have any healing ability, other than to lifetap another being. lifetaps that probably woudl be wasted on Dimitri. but he remembered the image that Piper had shown him, the one on Nym's head. called it a Life rune. if carving it into the floor, and sealing it with blood that came from the previously injured hand.
Hopefully Sevilin could activate it, and then lets see if Dimitri, who obviously had feet since he'd seen them could handle a nice hotfoot.
"You're still a child throwing a temper tantrum to me. Jealous still of a man long dead. he drew people to him, earn thier allegiance and respect. you have to grow your servants, or bring forth the dead. becuase no one else would have you. I wouldn't be surprised if any direct living kin you had are the results of rape."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:32 pm
Dimitri continued his little dance, his long robes scrapped the floor.
"It's a good thing I don't care how I obtain my objectives. As long as I do, that's all that matters."
A little chuckled. "MY many many children...no. Not the result of rape. You may be surprised how many woman are attracked to real power." Step step, slash, stab. He knew of course that such things would not hurt Malik. But Dimitri was in no hurry.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 2:50 pm
Sevilin was seething really nice about this point. Several ideas were goign through his head, most ending in the entire distruction of the damn place and so what if they all went with it. Rune mages held many dangerous cards up thier sleeves...they were just smart enough to not use them foolishly.
However eyes followed the battle, whether his wished them too or not, again a bred in response. Though he did notice the paticular pattern that Malik was trying to etch and 'ink' into the floor. Oh so the Tier'Dal did have a plan did he? Well at least he learned things.
Though there was an issue...it wasn't as clean cut and perfect as it could be...thus making it a bit difficult to get to work. And it didn't help that the lich's robes were sooping up and smearing blood. That was just bothersome. But fine he'd play. A moment to calm himself from seething, before he gave it a go, runic circle lighting up under him and then one blinked under Malik's steps. Malik got to be the target, lucky him. A step from Malik into his little drawing would set forward a nice activation of it.
Drawback? Sevilin was alredy taxed enough as it was so it wouldn't be the most powerfl right now. And he didn't know how long he would be able to keep it in such a state. Nose was already leaking blood steradily from the stress, which was bad enough. He did not relish the idea of bleeding from his eyes or ears at all. It just wasn't fun.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 4:16 pm
Malik saw the blink and stepped right on the rune for it's activation. lets see how he handles that, and Ebony worked as it always did, a glowing white blade and Malvolence burst into flames. Fire worked good on undead too, and these flames could arch off so he could use them out od the sword's direct reach.
"Real power? you don't know real power. real power is not in magic and steel, but in flesh. strength of will, is greater than any of this 'power' your presenting here. and those that come ot you for your power only want to bear a child stronger than you."
A slight smirk.
"That's the way all of those women work. Check out Neriak sometime. yu breed the most powerful hoping for an even stronger offspring you can control to take the old man's place."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 4:47 pm
The power of the rune never touched him. His robes fluttered as he came to a stop.
"Women were always so fickle." He chuckled. He held up one bony finger. "Wrong again, Feather. Power is not even in the flesh." He laughed. "It is in the mind!" His laughter became crazed.
"Oh yes, oh yes. It is not magic that holds this body together. If you can call it a body. It is not strength of flesh, certainly. Any man who lives so long will eventually grow weak in such things." He snickered.
His hooded head tilted towards Sevilin. There was a flash of white as light hit against his exposed teeth. He was close to Malik, never having gone far in the first place. The bottom of the boes caught fire, and slowly burned upwards.
The fire stopped burning at about mid thigh, loosing it's heat. Except that lich was not standing on legs, or feet. Nothing but air spanned from himself to the ground.
"Surprise."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 5:37 pm
"Surprise indeed."
Wonder how much of his actual body is left. he has arms, probably most the torso. but thigh down is gone. wonderful. Lets see then, how he plays this game when there is a lot more to play with. Malvolence's influence lent a shade of red to his eyes.
So now using both blades in a deadly dancing pattern, while using Malvolence to attempt to assault Dimitri's mind itself in psionic combat.
To top that off, he was trying to focus the power fo Ebony into himself like a aura, willing the holy energy to come through him to also be able to use it's power in his psionic combat.
And the rune? well. if he coudl knock Dimitri down it woudl still prove useful. though a mental message to Sevilin.
Don't worry about Zahara..use those energiues on teh floor. if I can knock him down, that'll certainly prove damaging...and I am trying to find a method to get your hands free.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 5:53 pm
The robes hanging off his hands fluttered. He hummed again.
He chuckled. "You keep powering yourself up, yet you never attack. What is this, dragon ball?"
"You really think you can get that one free? Keeping him against the wall takes not even a thought on my account."
One bony finger tapped the inside of his hoo, presumably his chin. "Come to tihnk of it, how are you going to attack me when you can't even use your amrs?"
Malik's hands conculsed on his blades, all of his muscles along his amrs writhed, fighting to contract and expand at the same time. "You seem to be forgetting the powers of a Demi-god."
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:19 pm
Malik gritted his teeth, and kept his hands on those swords.
"I know the powers of a Demi-god. and I know that Demi-gods are overconfident for the most part, like Tallon and Vallon Zek."
Fine. So he flat out assaulted him mentally, pouring holy energy, invoking Innoruuk to his aid, and what the hell, Cazic Thule as well. he knew teh Planes of Hate and Fear touched this one, since he'd sent Kaden through them. and the Earth Mother, since that was whom he'd guess mommy dearest was.
Those blades moved in fast motion despite the muscle contractions. they may waver in teh air some, but Malik's mind was strong as ever, as focused. he was not going to let Dimitri simply walk over him.
"I will not be bested. I will be taking my allies and my gfamily with me, and I'm going to burn down those cornfields and bless this place. despite your efforts."
This was painful. very painful...but he'd be damned if some undead thing, even a demi-god undead thing, was going to best him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:26 pm
The attack was a bit of a surprise. An odd steam rose from his robes from the holy energy, but how much the attack effected him, he did not show. Of course, it was difficult for one such as him display such things....being without certain body parts.
One swrod sliced through his robes at chest hight. The fabirc fell aparthaning by the back like a cape. Again, there was nothing under the robe. "You'll have to do better than that."
He held up his hand again and made strange motions. He grabbed with thumb and forfinger in the air, then flicked his wrist. Each time, a small bit of muscle in Malik's legs ripped. He hummed.
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