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 Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:15 pm
The elemental took the just of the blast, shardes of earth splattered about the cave, creating a dust cloud when mixed with the air, and mud with the water. As smart as using opposing elements on an elemental, one of the earth variety could regenerate innumerous times, as long as their was earth to regenerate from. Thus, the five foot form grew back after it was shattered so easily.
Tarathiel used the distractions to unbind himself casually. He didn't seem to be threatened in the least.
The shadow Malik ceased its dagger attacking method, and went with the classis two drow long swords. The hood fell from his head, and his bald head and eye patch gave away his identity. He moved rather fast given that he could not use magic to enhance his speed to above his body's physical ability, he merely trained himself to reach the peck of drow movement over his nine melenia of life. The right long sword slashed for Sevilin's head, aiming for the throat on a diagonal upwards vector, so if he dodged the wrong way, he would be scewered by the sword anyway. The left long sword slashed across the mid section and towards Zahara. There seemed to be nothing about the blades from a physical perspective, but a mage with any magic sense, or a drow who could feel the aura, would know that these blades were not exactly common drow weaponry.
Tarathiel used Jarlaxle's attack to launch his own, coming at Sevilin from where he was when the drow attacked him. He drew out two scimitars, one glowed with a fierce white light, the other had a cloud of blue mist (in the partially lightened area). "Harkle, Wulfgar, Regis." He said the name fo the three enchanted idols on his belt, which opened the portals to allow the creatures to come to Tarathiel, "Take care of Zahara."
The three pony sized animal leaped at Zahara, each barring its natural weapons upon her. The griffon opened its beak and unleashed a dreadful screach at her, the winter wolf used its breath weapon to cause the groun around her to freeze. The hippogrif took the highest route possible to try and flank her from behind, perfering not to take a drow head on.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:21 pm
Onyx chuckled lightly or the growlign sound that passed as a chuckle.
"Wizards first rule. that's a new one. people are stupid. a person usually is not. Don't think we are whom we say we are. then consider this little point. There is no other time that you are more vulnerable than right now to me. there's nothing you, or Tanundra could do to stop me at this moment in time. I coudl kill you, rape you, beat you..anything I felt like. and it would take at least three minutes for Tanundra to get here."
So a flexing of claws lightly.
"But I haven't done anything. your arguement could be that it is to lull you into false sense of security. but if I were Dimitri..I have no need of that. he's proven that he has no fear or worry of Tanundra, or Alaran, or anyone else. he doesn't need to play with security. and like I said, at least three minutes. you know how far I can go in three minutes if I grabbed you and lept out the window? far enough to get away from Tanundra. or far enough to be more than ready for him."
A pat on her leg.
"But I'm me, Onyx. Would you perhaps like me to get Catawa to see you? Maybe she can do something to ease your troubled mind?"
A slight chuckle. though his mind was curious about Sevilin.
"Simple. only allowed to do what you deem is needed, hence the labrat running the maze. and when there's nothing like that for us to do, we're put in our plush cages under your supervision."
A smirk.
"Not that it's unpleasent."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 3:47 pm
Of course just because it seemed like a one time attack didn't mean that it was. Nope, long as Sevilin had that locked on, it would just be an endless circle of the two elements breakign down the one, the one destroying and regenerating and then all reapeating. So easy shatter, easy grow, vicious cycle.
Though that anger that was mildly in his eyes flared some at the sights before him. "Jarlaxle!" Mad because he was betrayed? No, because there was no loyalty...he was just more so mad because he knew him by name and look. Sevilin didn't forget a face, elf or not. If anything it made the attack more personable, thus meaning a more personable retaliantion. But of course he could contemplate on that more later. One end of his polearm was put to the ground and pushed against with a slight leap to his step backwards, giving him the needed push away to avoid the blade, one he knew that like his own was probably not just metal. They never were. And in the same movement, he yanked back on a wrist, which would yank on Zahara to put her out of the cross slash just in case.
He may act like he didn't need her help but his survival want deemed he have her around. Be it for bait or back up, he really didn't care...whichever she worked better as. But of course the moment his boots hit dirt he had to watch for the other one's attacks as well. Though a look was thrown to Zahara...and she acquird her own target...which brought to life runes on he own equipment. If she was going to be bait she had to live for a while. And his eyes went back to Jarlaxle. "You're princeling I presume?"
"No, you just can't be idle when you're injured. In fact you have trouble being idle at all unless you're completely worn out...really do you know how much work it takes to get you to just enjoy yourself with nothing else on that busy over worked mind of yours?" She crossed her arms, stating it rather matter of factly. It was true...he was in no way easy to get to relax and even most times when she thought he was going to do it without prodding, turned out he needed it.
"But we do appreciate the gestures. Nothing can cure faster than the love of a good women....and her various assortment of so called loving attention, treatments, and general well meant fussing." A chuckle and an amused look to Malik with a nod.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:00 pm
"At the moment, Kimmuriel would be most accurate." The general said in response to Sevilin's question. Lavender eyes usually accompanied the stongest part of the Princeling's soul.
Speaking of the Princeling, Kimmuriel reached the Rune Mage, and joined in Jarlaxle's forayee of attacks, complimenting each other. The White scimitar's speciality was draining the energy out of complex magical defenses, thus each time it parried the double headed glaive, the energies of the weapon were disrupted. Armour likewise would suffer a similar drain.
Jarlaxle reacted appropriatel to the evasion of his attack, and swung the blades in wide archs designed to cut off escape vectors, while striking for critical spots in humoind anatomy.
((Save critter for after starry))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:26 pm
She gave a small smile. "The possibilites for what you could and could not be doing are almost endless. But I don't really care for such things."
"Catawa? Oh yes, her. I have no need to speak with her. She was a friend of my ancestors, and not mcuh to anybody else. You seem eager to speak with her though, why don't you go."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:29 pm
Stuck between a rock and a hard place would the term more or less. But this is why Sevilin had his particular choice of weapon over most who used two swords. Ability to parry at two sides of attack from two drow, and whichever way it was turned in his hands there was always a blade pointed the the right direction of his defense. Of course that didn't mean that he had the upper hand. After all, his blades were not independant of one another like Jarlaxle's and Kimmuriel's.
Which meant he was taking his fare share of catches on a blade and what not. Though he was quite keen to the ability that was being put forth by the princeling's blade at it's attempt to draw out energies. Energies yes it could draw out, but it would do nothing to dissapate the rune induced properties and effects on Sevilin's own weapons, armor, and person. And even if it seemed so, a little more envoking on his part would make up for that.
Though that was done subconciously by the rune mage, it being second nature to him, thus his mind could focus on various targets he had as well and trying to make a break point between the two who took to him like scavangers to carrion. All a matter of striking at a moment where he could catch both and force a little space for himself.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:31 pm
Too much was happening at once. With her already impaired vision and the obvious confusion she barely had time to react when she was yanked out of the way. That pissed her off and her first order of business once they dealt with this was to get that run off her forehead. Her eyes locked on Jarlaxle for a moment and then Kimmuriel and she all but figured it would be a relatively easy fight. She still didn't understand why they were attacking Sevilin but Tarathiel had helped her out and she assumed he would again. Bad move. Especially when he pulled three idols and sent them after her. She was immediately shaken by the screech, sensitive ears howled in pain as the sound burst through her skull. Great, first impaired vision, now she had a ringing in her ears. Then the ground around her froze and she crouched, holding her ground, careful of the slippery ice for a moment. Her senses told her there was on behind her and her violet eyes narrowed, planning her strategy. She had daggers and she had magic and she had sheer dumb luck. Skill was in it, yes but at this point with three against one, dumb luck was going to have to be on her side. "Excuse me?!" she hissed, slapping her hands on her hips. "Take care of me? I don't think so!" Griffon, hippogriff, and wolf. All bigger than she was, all had powers. Gods be damned. She focused, trying to figure out the best way to react and sent up a cloud of black poisonous mist to surround the hippogriff coming from behind. Flying critter taken care of for the moment, she turned back to the other two. "You want to take care of me? Come and get me." And she held her ground, daggers braced, still crouched in the attack position.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:41 pm
Tarathiel didn't fail to realize that the wizard spike was not function the way it should, but that didn't bother him very much. THe pole arm was working fiercely to keep the enemy drow at bay, and it picked up its momentum and speed. "Jarlaxle, stop playing with him." The Princeling said without being distracted by the swing pole axe. Not bad for a double weapon user, but Sevilin realized the downside of his style of combat before Kimmuriel would have to do anything fancy. His hands could fight seperately, as though they were each one warrior. Thus, as the pole axe thrust back and forth between them, one would constantly be parrying the attacks of the defender, while the other sought holes in his defense. To further understand this opponent, Tarathiel activated his ghost like second weapon, a cool energy surrounded the blade, cause ice to form on what ever it hit. Thus, as the pole axe was parried repeatedly, the weaon accumlated frost.
Jarlaxle looked at the Prince with his eye, "I am sory, buy you are in the way." He noticed how the mana continuosly flowed within the elf, it was similar to how mana flowed within a fountain. No matter how much was used or removed, it always seemed to come back. Jarlaxle contineud with his broad and rather well aimed strokes for half an attack before he switched into his circular attack rutine. The blades suddenly moved faster than most drow could see, the rune mage probably increased his reflexes and could watch this, but that didn't necessarily mean he could keep up with the whirlwind of attacks. THe problem with using the pole axe would be displayed rather brutally now. If both upper and lower are attacked in an un-rutined and complimentary facsion, could both heads be used effectively against four seperately working swords.
"I said to stop playing." Kimmuriel said back to the general after he switched modes. "Take this more seriously."
EDIT:
THe black poisonus mist settled around the Hippogriff, who merely chocked on it as he contiuend his charge, as mist does not have any physcal ability to stop a six hundred pount aniamal. The winter wolf took the low road, and snapped towards her throat, and griffin took the opposite route and went for her feet.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 4:56 pm
"Yes I know. I don't relax easy. that's just a side effect of a constant kill or be killed, use or be used lifestyle."
One of his necromancers came up from down below, handing a note, and then disappearing just as quickly. Malik opened the note, and smirked lightly, before castign it off to the side. He'd had an interest in where sevilin was staying, so he had his necromancers conduct experiments through the flayed skins of Kaden..after of course, trapping one of those drow that had been in that ill fated incident with Kimmuriel and his sister, to monitor anything that was similar to the runic properties that Sevilin had previously displayed in his home during his tutoring.
The note was more or a less just alerting him that they had found a great deal of that energy, and the general distance and location. Other than that, Sevilin was on his own for now. Piper's orders.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:07 pm
Three converging to attack at once. Thank gods she still had her whip. But she was soon face to face with those cold eyes, as the wolf went for her throat. She easily brought her daggers up, slamming bending back, limbo style and slamming one dagger into the leaping wolf's chest, his leap making his chest and thus his heart vulnerable to attack. Of course even with the animal stopped, it was still too far in the projected trajectory and Zahara went down hard, the wolf on top of her, knocking the breath out of her for a moment. She felt the blood from the animal and shoved him off of her after regaining her senses. Being covered by a wolf protected her from the other two's attacks and she rolled quickly and jumped to her feet watching both. A few scrapes from claws but mostly she was alright. Slipping on the still frozen ground, she started to go down but first focused a fireball and sent it hurtling towards the hippogriff. Poison not enough for him? Maybe fire would be. With her luck and impaired vision it would probably miss. One dagger down since it was embedded in the wolf she quickly compensated. Almost on the ground she pulled her whip off her belt and narrowed her eyes on her other two opponents. One at a time indeed. She didn't even have time to spare a glance at Sevilin, hopefully he was holding his own. "Come on boys, gonna have to do better than that," she mocked.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:13 pm
How very interesting...seemed the two he was again were not of one mind and goal. Perhaps he was indeed overzleaous as one described to him before, chaotic without thought to his actions. Seemed that way. If Sevilin didn't know any better he'd say they were fighting through him rather than at him. However he kept his pace up, though hindered by how own weapon, he could of one handed and pulled out his dagger, but didn't want to take the spilt second to. He was still pissed over the fact that he had more or less taken the bait to a trap.
Though he would drop a hand off everynow and then to let the braced on his forearm take a hit and give some type of deflection and protection, little as it may be. Had been a while since he scrapped with his own. But his attention snagged for a breif second by the feeling of cold creeping up his own double bladed pole arm, through wood and metal alike, enhanced as it may be. Frost of course when accumilated added weight and only made actions slower, not to mention that when melting occured it made for grip slippage.
For a moment he dropped his defenses against the two, ducting down for a breif second to break holds and free up one arm, swiping it in the air air in front of him in a quick yet not distracted manner, a turn and change in color of a circle and the responding of a different set of runes, making the air around the three heat, even a bit uncomfortable by elven standards, made to ward off Kimmuriel's second blade affects. Sure, frost would strike and stick, but not for long. It at least got rid of the ability to add up and weigh down. Of course while still down, another symbol, put on the grip of his weapon was activated.
Coming back up from his momentary drop he took a few hits, though they were moved with rather than against, to lesson damage, and merely focused a moment to bring up his knee...and crack right through the middle of his pole arm, snapping it in half to give himself independant movement. He may not be the most savvy with doubled up single but he was still efficent, and he needed the extra movement. So in essence it was now as if he had two hand held scythes, each a reverse blade of the other. Thus one arm went against a quickened Jarlaxle and the other to an overzealous Kimmuriel. "Do tell, pleasured sport or meaningful purpose."
Though a mental check on his resources, as he was supplying for himself, Zahara, and a locked target on that damned elemental.
She glared at the necromancer and his note, looked to Kieran and then gestured to Malik and the little transference. "You see, just like that? All the time, that's how it happens. So even if I'm even sitting on him and keeping him in place, his gears in his head turns and his mind wanders and he get's fidgety and then he'll get to brooding, and from there he'll turn into nothing but annoyed with me, despite my good intention. Did you see that all just happen?"
She could tirade like her mother too, apparently. "Indeed...I saw." He chuckled. "I dare say Malik, she seems quite adamant about this issue." It was funny to him, but a shift of his arm a moment to relieve discomfort.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:23 pm
"Now now. I'm not doing anything with it. only that Sevilin is using enough of his runic energy to be a flare for those looking. thus, if he's at home, I know where home is now. that's all."
A shrug, though a wince at that. damn burns.
"I'm not fidgety. only curious as to what or whom is after Sevilin this time. off the top of my head, I'm guessing Kimmuriel. I wonder what the outcome is going to be."
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:28 pm
The wolf took the deep cut, and fell heavily on Zahara, Silly girl, the dagger wouldn't get deep enough to reach his cold inner orgins. His maw splerged another Ice blast before his body dissagreed with his assesment. and disappated into a grey mist.
The hippogrif evaded the poorly aimed prject as though it were a mere ball of light. He playefully flew past Zahara, smacking at her with his wings. He choked a little, but was mostly uneffected by the poison. His organic components were not exactly vulnerable to poison.
The griffin became very weary, and merely made loud noises, and tried to heard Zahara away from the frenzy of blades.
When the oppent sudenly dropped, all four swords dove for his fvital and exposed oragins. It was as though the weaposn were leaning on a wall, jsut waiting for that brief milisecond of an opening to occur before they fell straight for vital oragins. The drow may hoave thought he was being clever by taking a gambit, but he failed to realize warrior s who practiced fighting, thinking only about melee, breathing sword play, and only living to cut things to pieces could use any sign of weakness to break though his defenses like a tsunami crushing down upon a lone human setting himself against the waves.
His continued actions only increased the number of vital orgins exposed to strikes, like he was tellign the two matrial expertes to stab him where it would hurt most. Then, he was using one weapon agianst two, on oppsoing sides, which cound his one weapon in each hand fighting against one weapon of the enemies, leaving the other one to attack from opening created by the wavering ability of his weapon to eintercept the oncoming attacks. The scimitar went for the head, intercepted only to have that same blade strike out over the scythe, which called for a parry to carry the weapon out high, The second hand of the drow went for the knew followed by the chest and throat in a fluid multiparted stroke. The attack had actually contained five or six multiple strikes within it, each one capitalizing off the prior attack, as though it were the focus of the melee, but each attack carried that wieght.
Jarlaxle yawned, and only bothered to use one sword to the same effect as Tarathiel was having with two. Occasionally he would poke the second weapon thorough the melee, taking advantage of opening that only a few experts including himself could see. "I wonder how long you can keep up your mana consumption."
((Note, not once did I actually say that I hit you.))
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:43 pm
No wolf to hold it the dagger dropped to the icy ground, clattering as it hit and Zahara glanced at hit briefly, feeling the smack of wings in her face. She winced as the air whooshed into her still tingling eyes causing them to tear up once again. Blinking the moisture away hastily, she remained in position, crouched on the ice, whip in one hand, dagger in the other. What was this? The griffin seemed to be trying to get away from the other two drow fighting Sevilin and the flurry of blades occurring not too far from her own battle. Or was it a battle at all? Take care of Zahara...that could be taken in two ways. The first was to get rid of her, kill her, maim her all manner of violence rained down upon her head. The second was to protect her and keep her busy so she didn't get involved in another situation that he must have known she would. Distract her so I can take care of her friend and not worry about her getting hurt. Which one did he mean? That screeching really had to stop, her ears already hurt and she was damn surprised there wasn't blood pouring from the appendages.
Violet eyes scanned the area around her, weighing her options and figuring out which risks she could feasibly take without taking too much damage. She could levitate and 'play' with the hippogriff, she could snap the whip and 'play' with the griffin...or she could take the biggest risk of all and run to help Sevilin. The only one who'd really seemed to intend her harm was the wolf and he was gone now. What to do, what to do? Oh the ambiguity of words. She glanced between the two creatures, and then wasted precious seconds, if these beasts did intend to take care of her in the first interpretation by watching Sevilin for a total of five seconds. He appeared to be holding his own pretty well, but Tarathiel and Jarlaxle were doing just fine too. How long could Sevilin keep up the breakneck pace? She decided to see just how deadly these two were supposed to be. Raising her arm high, she snapped the whip so it slapped into the ice a few feet from the griffin and cracked it. "Back off."
Then she bolted, racing past the griffin heading towards Kimmuriel, since he was closest, dagger raised high. Maybe if she got lucky since he was busy with two blades, parrying Sevilin's attack she could slip in, incapacitate him and even up the odds.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 6:12 pm
The summoned creatures followed her, and let her pass, knowing full well that she would meet a messy end, should a messy end be desired of her.
Tarathiel's attention did not waver, his weapons continued to work Sevilin. Compared to Jarlaxle, he looked like he was actually trying to kill him.
A scimitar dashed away from Sevilin, the other compensated to keep openings out of reach, the scimitar cut through the dagger, severing the hilt from the more damaging blade. the blade was smacked away from Zahara's reach with a twist, and the scimitar kept its momentum to return to attacking Sevilin.
"You should have kill her." Jarlaxle said, his eye not turning from Sevilin's, showing his comprehension of the battlefield.
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