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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 12:05 pm
M'elzar scoffed. "Surely you jest." He said, not caring that he was blatantly disrespecting her. "A wizard without study is like a warrior bound by the wrists and ankles."
He shrugged. "You cannot let petty impatience bar you from acquiring power. It is foolish, also, to think that you will be capable of destroying foes with but a few words and gestures immediately." He said, possibly presuming too much. "But perhaps I underestimate you." He shrugged again, pulling and moving a lever to the side of the door. "We shall see what you are capable of, Lashantha Al'Carne." M'elzar stated, finally acknowledging that he knew who she was.
"Come." He stated, opening the door to reveal an entirely different hall from the one they had arrived from. "We shall proceed to the practice chamber to see what you know..." 'Which is probably very little...' M'elzar thought snidely. While the Drow male was typically respectful of females, he was used to the fact that they were resepectful of him. Granted, he was only from the third most powerful House in residence, but he was also the Head Mage of House DeMirro, as well as a prefect of the Academy. That had to count for something.
That, and according to his brother Valshar, some females found him 'cute,' a word he had yet to be able to tolerate hearing. It was more like pity than affection, really.
Without another word, M'elzar simply stepped through, half-hoping that the door would close on her and that she would be stuck miles below the Academy, unless of course she could figure out how to work the door. It was simple enough, but he wouldn't bother teaching her if she got stuck.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 11:06 pm
Sighing, the drow followed him, wishing there was another way than having to study to get the knowledge needed. 'Well.. if there's no other way...' she thought resignedly. And maybe this little male might 'allow' her to practice with her own weapons sometime soon...
She followed right behind him, not wanting to get stuck in the demonstration room and maybe not found untill the next people came to use the room.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:15 am
M'elzar wasted no time in giving her directions. No, that would be a waste of time. If she wanted to know where she was, she had better ask, because M'elzar did not feel like wasting more breath than he had to. Soon enough, as they walked down a stone hall, not unlike the one that led to the entrance, they came upon another row of doors, and one that had a plate beside it, reading in scrawling Drow writing "Practice Chamber."
M'elzar opened the door to find, to his surprise, that it was empty. More often than not, a pair of novices were in here, practicing their cantrips feverishly, making haste before an examination. He shrugged that off, and stalked in, waving a hand for Lashantha to follow.
"Allow me to explain." M'elzar said to the female Drow. "Upon this room an enchantment has been placed. This particular enchantment nullifies all magical effects within this room, save for personal enchantments. For example, when you cast a spell, you will see the effect, but if you aimed it at someone, anyone, it would drift right past them." He explained.
"So." M'elzar began, rubbing his hands together. "Show me what you can do. I am eager to see the fruits of your bookwork." M'elzar smirked inwardly, knowing that should would probably fumble the easiest of cantrips. There were only a few that he knew of, since they were, after all, beginner spells, and most wizards didn't waste time with those.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 7:41 pm
Looking at the walls of the room closely, as if there were some tell-tale sign of the magics he spoke of, she nodded her head absently. Then started abrubtly when she realize what he was asking. Cursing at herself mentally, she scoured her brain for anything that might have gotten it's way through her thick skull.
Then she remembered the relatively easy orb of fire that had been described, and thought she could remember how to do it. Muttering a few simple words under her breath, she waggled her fingers in her now upturned palm....
Nothing happened.
Eyebrows furrowing, Lashantha tried again, with a bit more force to her voice. There was a sharp crack and she was knocked off her feet by some invisible force.
Now THAT wasn't suppose to happen... Angry that it had, Lashantha let out a loud curse as she quickly stood back up, her dark eyes aflame with concentrated fury as she remembered another spell. Whispering the arcane language, the drow clapped her hands together and then dragged them apart, a small disc of what appeared to be.. shadow.. hovered between her hands, before warping and falling to the ground as the spell broke, leaving a dark stain on the ground as if it had been ink.
She kept trying, the simple spells she had remembered, and kept failing. Lashantha was getting more and more worked up, her delicately female features twisting into an ugly portrait of rage as something happened to each spell.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 10:28 am
M'elzar watched, slightly amused. He had been leaning upon his staff, mere feet in front of her as she struggled, and he knew she had garnered little from her studies.
Although, he did admit that at times she was nearly close to actually getting the spell correct; most importantly, he found that she had made but a simple mistake when casting the fire orb.
"Here." He said, moving over to stand directly before her. He took the palm she had held out, noting that she had only had her fingers in a slightly different pose. "Like this." He stated, holding her hand still so that she could see, "and remember, you move your fingers, for this spell, in this order: middle, ring and thumb, index and pinky." He told her, letting her hand go.
"As for the shadow disc, you mispronounced one of the incantation syllables, which was why the spell was somewhat fragile." He mentioned. "Oh, and you need to work on clearing your mind. Rage is not an emotion mages should openly or mentally exhibit when attempting to cast spells. Save the rage for your swordarm, and use, instead, focus and resolve." He advised.
"Now." He said, taking a deep breath and standing back a couple more steps as to give her room to cast. "Try again."
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 3:39 pm
Scowling as he touched her, she did as he said, but she couldn't get the feeling that she needed to shower now off her mind. Holding her hand out again, she moved her fingers exactly as he said, muttering the words, the orb appeared above her palm.
Eyes shining with delight, the drow let a rare smile show, her teeth gleaming. Curious about something, she muttered a few more words she had read and the orb doubled in size. Amazed, she 'threw' it up into the air and 'caught' it again as if it were a ball, then she threw it at one of the walls, the shield protecting the room absorbing the energy with a faint hiss.
"Amazing.." She said with wonder.. her eyes wide.
((Okay.. I got to that last part and my brain died.... this sucks.. but it's better than nothing xd ))
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:17 pm
The silence after Lashantha's words was broken by a M'elzar's slightly sarcastic claps, few and far between. "Well done." M'elzar stated, and left no tone to indicate that he was being either sarcastic or sincere.
"If the protections were not in place, you would've taken a small chunk out of the wall." He mentioned. "Which is why protections such as these are present throughout the Academy here." He added.
"So students with a temper such as yours won't destroy the place..." M'elzar added mentally. "So, I see you have learned a small bit. However that spell would most likely dissolve as it hit a Drow's skin. You'll need something far more powerful to be of any use as a tool of battle." M'elzar said, somewhat pointedly, as to knock her off of the high horse she was obviously getting onto.
"So perhaps you would like to show me anything else?" M'elzar asked, knowing that it was nothing he hadn't seen before.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 11:32 pm
She heard his sarcasim, and she knew he was mocking her. Her anger boiled up in her eyes, this time completely taking over as she lost control of herself. Out of her fingertips spouted streams of flame, her voice chanting in a harsh, gutteral voice. Her voice changed too, it was no longer smooth and authoritive, it was spiteful and had an unearthly quality to it as the rivers began to group together, searing and blinding with a painful light that didn't seem to affect Lashantha at all.
She seemed to have dissapeared behind a mask, she acted as if possessed as her lips spewed forth arcanery without even a thought. Before her, her construct reared up, only partially finished as it clawed the air. Great flaming wings shivered as the monster joyously felt the caress of it's summoner's magic.
Then, finished, her eyes still held that odd, furious quality as she pointed to M'elzar. Her voice seemed to be dubbed over when her lips moved, her voice echoing slightly as she commanded the now gargantuon dragon between the two.
"You know your purpose..." She spoke before her eyes rolled up in her head, and she collapsed to the floor. Though the dragon didn't, it turned a firey eye towards the mage and let out an ear-shattering roar as it spewed a columb of flame.
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:03 am
(Two mistakes I see: "gargantuan" and "column.")
Now this was interesting. M'elzar cocked his head to the side, not bothering to interrupt her spellcasting. Obviously, he had placed too much faith in the anti-magic barrier, as he felt it collapse around him.
He placed a hand to his forehead as he uttered a few words to protect himself from the dragonflame. This would certainly capture the attention of the Headmaster...
Of course, this was no illusion spell. His eyes had deciphered exactly what it was that she cast, and it was indeed a conjuration, and not Illusory Force, as he had thought at first. As the dragon's fire cascaded around him, M'elzar felt only a slight increase in temperature, and his clothing was within the protective field that he created.
Now, it was time to deal with this creature. Disintigrate would have no effect, he read enough about that in books regarding the magical qualities of dragons. No, he would need a series of weaker spells, and perhaps a bit of help from his weapons... Wylth would come in handy, for certain.
"Maelthra xor naut, dosst draeval zhah phor..." M'elzar hissed in his native tongue before drawing back his sleeves slightly, producing a few spell components while the flame cascaded around him. He would need to act quickly; he felt the magical field he created wane around him slightly.
He began to utter magical words, distracted not by the breath of the dragon nor the slight increase in temperature, handling himself like a veteran wizard, as a prefect should.
His hand shot forward, and a volley of about three green arrows shot forth, imbedding themselves in the dragon's forehead, the pop and sizzle of acid coming forth from the wounds, echoing loudly through the chamber, the dragon ceasing its onslaught just long enough for M'elzar to prepare another spell, his magical barrier almost expended.
This one was quick, simple, and almost always effective. A quick wave of the arms, and a line of M'elzars appeared, five in all, with M'elzar standing within their ranks, indistinguishable from his illusionary brethren. His hand went beneath his robes, his staff standing still where he left it, his other hand free, just in case he needed to cast a quick spell.
The dragon, slightly confused and put slightly on the defensive, eyed the clones one by one, sniffing the air.
"It's attempting to sniff me out..."" M'elzar thought, grimacing slightly, as did his illusionary clones. "Didn't anticipate that..." He then cast another quick spell, this time one that wrapped him in an unearthly glow. It would be necessary if he were to survive this... His hand went back into the folds of his robes once again.
By this time, the dragon had used scent to locate the real M'elzar, and wasted no time lunging forward, serpentine jaws open and awaiting its Drowish meal. However, imbued with the spell of agility that he had cast upon himself, the dragon's head merely missed and rammed into the stonework mere inches behind M'elzar himself, and in mid-leap, M'elzar's hidden hand produced his dagger, Wylth, and plunged it into the dragon's skull, muttering a word as he did. The dagger's blade penetrated the softened dragon scales, which were reduced to a liquid state from the acidic arrow spell he had cast prior, his calculations correct as to the proper placement of the projectiles. Since the scale was out of the way, he would just have to kill the thing outright. There would be no room for error... The command phrase spoken, Wylth's enchantment was activated.
The enchantment M'elzar spoke of before worked its magic quite effectively. The dagger's blade expanded and multiplied itself over and over again in every which direction, coming out in a cone pattern from the crosspiece, completely obliterating, quite sadly as it was of great use to mages, the dragon's brain, portions of its throat, and the eyes. M'elzar cursed himself for not thinking of another way to slay the beast without spoiling the good parts, but the threat had to be dealt with quickly.
The downed beast, thankfully, had not fallen on Lashantha, though quite frankly, at this time, he wouldn't have cared if it had. Unceremoniously, M'elzar went over to the dragon's torso and began to cut it open with his dagger, the blade apparently only expanding upon M'elzar's wish. Quickly and efficiently, he extracted various organs that would be of great use to him, draining a few vials of blood, extracting about twenty scales, the heart, the lungs, the gall bladder, the liver, and of course the stomach. To think that without the speed spell he cast upon himself that he would possibly be residing within that stomach was something entirely lost upon M'elzar.
Another voice invaded his mind. "Vel'bol zhah aluin pholor gaer? Usstan gumash satiir l' kulggen alus harl wun nindel cuass'ili!" Came the Headmaster's telepathic master.
M'elzar pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ol zhah natha verve statha. Usstan orn tesso dos mzild vel'drav Usstan kyorl dos. Telanthaad wun nindol i'dol zhah brane'." M'elzar replied telepathically, and with that, he felt the Headmaster's presence leave his mind. Good. He needed to see if there was any reviving Lashantha, and if he could squeeze an explanation out of her.
M'elzar wasn't the best at persuasion, but anyone skilled in magical arts could find an inventive way to become so.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 10:20 pm
She was still out... her mind drifting the bleakness of oblivion as she struggled through the murky miriade to pull herself to the surface or consiousness.
It seemed though, everytime she almost broke the surface, she seemed to loose her footing and slip each time even deeper into the darkness. A mental hand seemed to grasp her subconsious foot and drag her deeper, and deeper, locking her away as she struggled maddly against her antagonist. A soft cackling echoed through her mind, and her physical body began to twitch, murmurs of half-formed words escaping her lips as she fought to regain control of her body.
'Who in Sharess are you!' the drow screamed at the intruder.. 'And what do you want with me!!'
A soft, seducingly sweet voice replyed... 'A chance..' A chance? A chance at what? Controlling her body? She didn't think so!! She'd be damned if this.. THING gained access to her mind and body.
'How did you get into me...' a frightened whisper lit through her mind.
'I've always been here, as I was in your mother before you, and her mother, and her mothers mother... There is no escape.. only death.. or an offspring...' She couldn't believe it.. nothing like this had ever happened to her mother before.. or her grandmother... then why was this happening to her?
In response to her horrified musings, the creature said..
'None but you had the talent I wish to use...'
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 9:07 am
M'elzar had completed collecting what was useful from the dragon's body, and decided that he really should look into Lashantha's condition, mainly because it was a threat to not only himself but to the entire Academy. If whatever was possessing her, and he was certain it was a possession, could tear down anti-magic fields, then the entire Academy was at stake. It could possibly even be targeting the Headmaster himself...
So, logically, M'elzar decided not to bring her to the Headmaster. After all, that could be exactly whatever this beast inside of her wanted, was to be brought to the Archmage himself.
Before long, while M'elzar carried Lashantha to his own personal quarters, M'elzar heard the voice of the Headmaster within his head.
"Vel'bol ph' dos xunin? Sila ilta ulu uns'aa, wael!" Came the harsh command.
"Usstan shlu'ta'naut. Nindel gumash tlu ilro'e vel'bol zhah wun ilta daewle whol uns'aa ulu xun." Was M'elzar's telepathic reply.
Mentally, he heard the Archmage sigh and then pause to think. "Ves al. Screa vel'bol dos shlu'ta, lu' kus xan'ss ulu uns'aa." Was the Headmaster's reply.
Well, M'elzar thought on a level that the Archmage could not hear, that was exactly what he was planning. He opened the door to his quarters with but a word and then placed Lashantha upon his cot, sitting cross-legged beside it. Now there was a question as to what to do...
He considered his options, but he found he had few. There was a drastic way, potentially fatal to both of them, but he knew it was the fastest way to get to the root of the problem. Plus, he had all the materials he needed.
However, the first order to business was to see if she would wake up anytime soon. He took no medical action towards her; the sickness was not of the mind nor body, but of the spirit, as was the case with possession. So, he leaned back slightly against a nearby table of drawers, which smelled slightly of candles and spell components.
Speaking of candles, M'elzar's room was almost uncharacteristically bright. Instead of the glowing crystals that were soft to a Drow's eyes, M'elzar seemed to favor soft candlelight, held throughout the room by floating, never-melting candles. There were only about five or so in the small room, which was barely decorated and only held a cot, an armoire, and a couple of small tables, most of which were laden with drawers that contained magical items and spell components.
M'elzar shook his head and gazed up at the illuminated cieling. It was not a painful light by anyone's standards, but it was probably more than the Drow female was used to. He had counted on this; if she awoke in a frenzy, then she would probably have a harder time striking him. He would've attempted to disarm her, but he knew from weapons such as his own that some weapons just did not like to be touched by anyone but their owner...
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:56 pm
After a fierce battle of the minds, the dominant mentality clawed their way to the top, breaking through the unconcious state to finally open their eyes as if for the first time. Black iris' dialted with the harsh light, causing a dark hand to raise up and shield the sensitive retina's from the burning sensation running through it's eye sockets.
Something wasn't right though. There was a pushing against the subconcious, something battering against walls hastily built to protect the mind of the winner of the combat. Pushing herself up a few inches, dark eyes searched the room until they landed on the wizard sitting by it. Then, as recognition sparked, the world heaved as she realised where she was, before leaping up and scrambling into the corner of the bed against the wall, huddling there with frightened eyes.
"...this is real.. right? Please tell me I'm awake..." the raw fear there was almost palpable, such a thing never having been seen in a female drow before, let alone HER showing such an emotion... and to a MALE none-the-less! Terrified eyes darted about, squinting as she covered her eyes to protect them, the room barely perceptible from the blinding lights, disorienting her and making it feel as if she was still in the clutches of the darkness in her mind. A whimper escaped her throat..
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:47 am
Now the rawest of feelings were laid bare, it seemed...
With a wave of his hand a muttered word, he snuffed out the candles nearest to her and dimmed the others. "Perhaps this suits you better. You'll have to excuse me, for I am one of the few Drow, it seems, that appreciates candles..." He said dryly.
"So, perhaps you would like to explain what happened in the training room, how you were capable of dissolving an anti-magic field and how you were capable of summoning a being such as that which I fought?" M'elzar asked, tilting his head slightly.
"And you're fortunate that you awoke at this moment in time." M'elzar asked. "I was considering... options." He licked his lips slightly. "I believe the fastest way to get to the bottom of this matter is for me to enter your mind." He said simply. "You may be unfamiliar with the spell. I know of it, but I also know that of the mere five wizards that have attempted the spell, only two have actually lived to tell the tale."
M'elzar sighed. "But I fear we have little choice. Whatever is within you, I may be able to slay mentally, however, I doubt such a thing is possible. I merely wish to identify it, and then move from there." He explained.
"But such a mental bridge is dangerous to both of us. If this being is tied to you in almost any fashion and I slay it improperly, then it is certain to kill you. If it kills you, chances are my mental self would die as well, and thus it will kill me, hence the danger." M'elzar continued. "It may be wise to bring you to the Headmaster after all... he would be far more capable than myself, and it may be possible that we both enter..." The Drow prefect suggested.
"But, perhaps you may be able to explain it better." M'elzar resumed his original question. "Do you know what happened?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 12:48 pm
When he didn't answer her question, her whole body tensed, only to relax once more with the lights going out. Uncovering her eyes a bit to find that the pain in her retina's were gone, she let out a sigh at the relief that she could see him in the dim light. Staring off at some distant spot past his shoulder, she listened to his words without blinking, or moving, her eyelids half-drooped as if some great, saddening weight were bending her slowly.
Finally, when he finished, her eyes darted to look into his, and in their dark depths, a shadow flickered across her vision as if something lurked behind them. Her voice hollow and soft as she said..
"I don't know what happened... but from what it told me.. It runs in the family.." The last she spat with contempt and anger, some of her old fire returning, only to be drenched and ground out by the strength of the burden against her mind. "It said it can use me.. in some way..."
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 1:12 pm
It ran in the family? Then it was bound by blood, something that was not easily undone... Well, it could be easily undone, in a sense. He could simply kill her, but that would be...detrimental to himself.
No, slaying her, while it would be remotely satisfying, would only cause more problems for House DeMirro. Though, he could always lie...
He thought of how Lashantha, and more importantly, her House, would be indebted to him if they found out that he removed some sort of demonic presence from not only Lashantha herself, but also her very bloodline.
"Use you, hm?" M'elzar raised a feathery eyebrow. "Perhaps I was right, then. Maybe whatever is within you was planted by a rival House... longing to get back at you, or, perhaps..." He shook his head. "No, I doubt whatever is within you is targeting the Headmaster. However, I still think it wise to leave him out of this for the time being..."
Archmage Valdur was not to be disturbed anyways. Not right now, at least. He felt that much enter his mind. As a prefect, he had a certain... mental bond with the Headmaster, who was the same person as the Archmage. It was tradition that the Archmage was the Headmaster of the academy.
"Most interesting." M'elzar said. "Perhaps... Perhaps there is something in your family's records, stored away in the vaults of your House." The Drow wizard suggested. "Or perhaps it has remained dormant until this time, which means something is special about you and you alone..." He put his hand to his chin.
"Think. What sets you apart from your bloodline? What about you is so special that some demon or spiritual beast wishes to completely obliterate your will?"
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