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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 4:35 pm
The fog is dense and reduces visability to virtually zero. It hugs the fens and moorland like an enourmous blanket. The air is stagnent as the stench of the bogs fills the Air, making you nearly Choke upon its foulness.
All is silent appart from when the odd frog croaks. Upon the rocky outcrop of a Tor is where we Find ourself in the midst of all described above is where we find ourselves for this battle.....
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 5:07 pm
The lonely footfalls of a traveller can be heard upon the hard unforgiviing road of this fell scene. His silloutte is tall and intimidating, his cloak flaps behind him in the wind....he seems unaffected by the cold.
Not many who have come across this traveller will ever forget him, for he is a warrior with a strong reputation...his name is shaakati, and he has business in these parts.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 7:24 am
A few hundred metres down the trail, another figure strides confidently along, seemingly unaffected by the wind. His piercing blue eyes flash with a confidence bordering on arrogance, yet his movements are calm. He is swathed in a heavy cloak of deepest red, fastened at the neck with a golden chain. His staff too is golden, set with a deep purple jewel which seems to absorb light.
He sniffs the air, then stops. Something is approaching, its scent carried on the breeze. Though he knows it not yet, it is Shaakati.
He begins walking again, at the same confident, swift pace. Whatever approaches, he fears it not, for he is Count Velaquara, and he has faced many terrible foes and lived...
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 7:50 am
The fog lifts slightyly as shaakati approaches his target...he see's a silloutte about 50m ahead of him..... hmmmm 'must be him Shaakati sends a small chunk of ice in the direction of the siloutte
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 8:42 am
The Count, seeing the oncoming missile, sweeps his cloak sharply to the right, sendind a gust of wind that blows the ice off course. He calls to the shadow ahead in the mist:
"So it begins! I hope you're ready!"
A spark plays around the tip of his staff, which he sends like a bullet towards shaakati.
"Let's see how you deal with this!"
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 1:27 pm
With his demonic reactions Shaakati narrowly side steps the Spark shot..... Hmmm... a weather mage are you??, Still....only human Shaakati forms blocks of ice around his fists, then launches into a powerful leap. If this attack should prove successful the shaakati would land almost Directly ontop of Count Velequara, fist first; landing with a force that has been known to shatter diamond
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 4:32 am
Seeing the leaping shaakati, the Count calls upon the wind to swirl up and behind his foe; unless blocked, it will double his speed, sending him harmlessly flying overhead, hitting the rocks below.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:06 pm
Feeling an eirie wind suddenly kick up as he lauched at his opponent, shaakati easily sailed over velequara.
Shaakati hit the rocks especially hard when he landed so that a fissure ripped the ground open at such a rate it was hard to follow with the naked eye. The crack in the ground was heading directly for velequara. If velequara didnt evade the attack then he would fall 20-30ft down the fissure before he found the bottom of the crack.
Game on
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:22 pm
As he fell down the crack, the Count jammed his staff into its wall. Using it as a lever, he swung up and onto the ground next to the crack and tugged it free, whirling round ready to block the next attack.
"Looks like it's going to take more than a few gusts of wind to take this one", he thinks, sending fat sparks whizzing up and down his staff, which he now holds quarterstaff-style. "Typical that Earth is my weakness too!"
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:31 pm
shaakati draws his blade and slowly stalks around the side of the fissure so that he and velequara are both on the same side of the fissure, Ive yet to show you REAL Power
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:39 pm
"Metal blade, eh? Strong, but you know what metal is VERY good at?"
A wreath of electricity surrounds the staff as the count springs forward.
"Conducting electricity!" He he leers, swinging at Shaakati's head.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:45 pm
As velequara leaps forward at shaakati, shaakati takes his sword (as its already out in front of him) and focuses the tip upon velequara's staff. Due to the blades gravitational abilities of the blade shaakati swings his blade to his left and should the attack be successful velequara's staff would slingshot past the combatants to be lost in the fog.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 1:01 pm
Feeling a tug of power, the Count tightens his grip on his staff, and concentrates as he too is thrown by the force of the sword's power, banking on the fact that the strike will only tumble him because it was not intended to shift his bodyweight. The concentration means that the staff loses its charge, but no matter, it is still there.
"This guy's tricky", he thinks, "but perhaps he doesn't understand the full extent of my powers..."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 1:04 pm
This is getting boring, shaakati goes into a meditive state and glows with a dim brown glow.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 1:09 pm
Seizing the opportunity to take the offensive, the Count calls the clouds of mist closer together, until a towering thundercloud is formed. The wind picks up, and though it only flaps its summoner's cloak, it swirls into a mighty column between the combatants, the spinning air currents shaking the very rocks. Shaakati should be swept into the air by its sheer force, where his gravitational sword could do more harm than good...
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