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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 11:41 pm
The beast-man found himself threatened on two sides. In addition he was wounded. Though his lycanthrope regeneration abilities had allowed him to withstand otherwise deadly attacks, the damage inflicted upon him was painful and the loss of blood had weakened him. Adrenalin kicked in and along with it the instinct to flee or to fight. The transformed bandit couldn't see an immediate route of escape so he decided to make one himself. He looked first at Tomlin. That one had already dealt a viscious blow. Then there was Vartan. So far the elf hadn't made an attack. The werewolf dropped to all fours and charged straight at Vartan, his teeth exposed for a bite attack to the throat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:30 am
From seemingly no where in the space just in front of the bandit, a visible short blade made a whistling slash at the beast's muzzle. The glitter of silver could be seen slicing the tip of his nose with a most painful paper cut sting, biting his nerves with all intentions to merely stall his attack on Vartan.
The attacker knew they could not beat the beast, but perhaps a sneak attack could aid the others in defeating this foe.
After the attack was made, a seemingly tiny cloud of dust could have been seen on the ground, as if someone had made a bounding jump out of the fray as the blade vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:37 am
Leana stood by cautiously, ready to pounce if she had to but letting the others go first, since they seemed so eager.
But then she caught the glimpse of the blade, the bandit falling back a bit, and the plume of dust at the ground. What in the world...what had that been? Leana stood there dumbstruck for a moment.
Being a Nightblade, she knew a possibility could've been one of two things. One, someone had a RIDICULOUSLY fast teleporting spell, or two, there was someone invisible in their midst...the two of those could've even been used together. Or even a third...someone was manipulating a blade from somewhere else to attack...possibly...
OOC: Bridgey I hope you don't mind that Leana had assumed that...her job class uses a lot of magic for stealth maneuvering and invisibility counts...although I'm not sure she knows how to do that yet but she knows from others. Plus she's not sure and she doesn't have a clue who it is. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:13 am
What in the... he shook his head in disbelief.
"Reveal.." he said, muttering the elven word under his breath. A small white flash appeared, and then his vision turned a paler white. The outline of a humanoid figure raced out of sight. A tail, a pair of ears, and a slender body. He could make out the hair pattern in the moonlight, but could not tell what the person was.
Another shifter? This one seemed to help the small group. He shifted his hat, two of the small gems on the front growing dim from use.
Another matter, another time.. he thought, shifting his attention as the creature had tumbled back up and towards him.
Here is my chance..
He whipped his rapier, the tip quickly swiveling before striking the flesh of the beasts shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:34 pm
Just as the small blade had made a connection, he used his fist around the leather sheath to uppercut under the jaw of the lycan. His blade had lowered when he'd done his first attack and so brought it back up as he spun to the right side of the monster and away.
His dark hair fell down over his eyes and he watched Tomlin sink his rapier, his entire focus on the dangers this beast might bring to the town. "Turn tail and run," he provoked. "Run away with your tail tucked between your legs." There was a glint in his gray eyes as he laughed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:29 pm
As Vartan laughed, Letalus was as cold and silent as ever. The lycanthrope was enraged already by the sundry attacks from all around him and now the charming elf had to throw tinder on the fire? Perfect. Still, both Vartan and Tomlin were as quick as he expected and felt no inclination to jump in just yet.
He tested the heft of the ancient sword in his hand, liking the feel of the hilt and the balance of the blade. He almost smiled grimly at the thought of making the sword his own, permanently. What lifeforce could it drain from him? In his hand, it might as well been a beautifully crafted dinner fork, for all of it's magical benefits. But as Letalus watched the feral bandit howl his rage and pain, he wondered how Merro would be affected by such a kill. Surely, if he killed a marauding monster, she wouldn't find any complaint.
With this thought, Letalus joined the battle, at first walking towards the wolf. He increased in speed, his cloak billowing behind him, until he was charging straight toward the monster. With the beast sufficiently distracted by other attacks, he was able to get closer than he otherwise would have. Without stopping his charge, he leaped, slicing the blade in a clean, strong arc with every intention of severing the wolf's head.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 6:30 pm
Come what may...It had taken Demi a while, but finally she noticed the action going on outside the inn. Darting to her feet, she quickly grabbed her staff and rushed out into the fray, a determined light in her eyes. She may not be able to use healing magic, but she could still put herself to use. She said nothing, and simply watched for a moment before readying her staff. She had no idea what was going to happen, but it couldn't hurt to be ready for an attack. I will love you until my dying day...
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 10:20 pm
The warewolf caught the sight of a sword swinging in for a decapitating blow just in time to duck out of the way. The blade sliced through his ear, all but severing it. At this point he realized that escape was now nearly impossible. He was surrounded on all sides, and an ever increasing number of people began to enter the scene. The man-beast began to back towards the inn, making a slow retreat while keeping his guard up. He figured having the building at his back would give him at least one angle he didn't have to expect an attack from. Also, though it was a long shot, if he were near the inn he might make an escape by climbing up to the roof and leaping to the top of another building. All in all though the situation was desparate. A new tactic was needed if he was to survive. That's when he spied another person emerging from the inn, aparently ready to assist the others. She was a mage by her appearance - usually dangerous at a distance but easy prey at close range. Getting to her might be the move that would get him out of this situation alive.
Meanwhile inside, Korix pulled back his cloak to reveal a large bag he had strapped over his shoulder. He set the bag on the counter and unfastened it. Two green eyes peered out like round mirrors reflecting the light penetrating the darkness of the bag's interior through the slit at the top. Then a blue scaly head slowly emerged and glanced around. Korix scooped the shocker lizard under it's belly and lovingly lifted it out of the bag. "There you go, Kaydee, some fresh air." Korix's familiar had been confined inside the bag ever since the bandit boss had first started after them. Now it was time to get the lizard some food and water. Korix realized the fight outside was still raging, but he'd done his part. His electric magic could be no more effective against the warewolf now than it had been against the bandit boss in his human form earlier. He decided that he'd buy everyone a round of drinks when this was all over - speaking of which - he was really thirsty.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:09 am
Once more glowing bright as daylight Sentelle descended the last of the steps. Vaguely aware that Merro had run out of their room after her Sentelle motioned for the girl to stay back, but gave her no further thought. As she made her way to the entrance of the inn she took note of those around her; it appeared that thus far none had been injured (aside from the wolf). "Enrall onnae preshion Dolrei Iskis." As her words were completed the doorway was filled by a silvery light that danced and played in the shape of an angel arrayed for battle. A tower shield barred the wolf entrance to the inn.
"The lycanthrope's is the only movement that shall be hindered by the guardian," Sentelle called out to assure those in the fray that their movement would not be impeded. "It, however, shall not gain entrance to the inn."
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:24 am
Merro took stock of the common room as well, but simply to ascertain that the battle had been taken entirely outside. Once she determined so, she walked right through Sentelle's holy barrier without much more than a slight pause and tensing of the shoulder, to take in the sight of a mere barroom brawl turned into a werewolf hunt. Some remaining shred of self-preservation kept her from walking out much past the doorway, reasoning that she ought not to simply stroll into battle armed with nothing more than her charm - weaponless, as it were.
Stopping a short distance behind what seemed another curious bystander, she was unpleasantly surprised to find the beast's attention fixed in her direction. Her eyes were caught by the malevolence in them, and she simply stood and stared despite herself, rather than look about at the warriors engaged in the battle as she'd intended.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:59 pm
Come what may...The lycanthrope rushed at Demi, tackling her to the ground before she could react. He began mauling Demi's flesh through her coat, leaving large gashes and several bites on the woman's flesh. Demi screamed in pain as the werewolf tore at her body, and it was clear even despite the fact that the damage couldn't quite be determined due to the fact that one, the lycan was still ripping through Demi's skin, and two, she had that heavy fur coat covering her. I will love you until my dying day...
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:27 pm
Once the crazed and shifted bandit became desperate, everything seemed to simultaneously speed up and slow down. Though he had missed his intended death blow, Letalus was not prepared to miss a second time...especially since the beast was closing in on...Merro?
The mark on the nape of his neck burning, Letalus' mind went blank for the second time that day. Efficiently and smoothly, he dashed forward towards the werewolf. Unfortunately, having expended quite a lot of speed only just recently, he was not as quick as he should have been and couldn't prevent the stranger from being mauled.
Not that he cared what happened to the mage one way or the other. Merro would likely be the next target.
His suspicions were confirmed when the werewolf lifted his gore-stained muzzle from the mage girl and whipped his head at Merro, who had only just barely gotten out of the way in time. With a primal snarl, the beast lunged at Merro, jaws open and hungry for blood as well as an escape...
...and the cursed blade sliced neatly through the wolf's neck, spraying hot blood over Merro like a red wave as the headless body crumpled to the ground at her feet. The head rolled past Letalus as he slowly stood from his battle stance, blood spattered and impassive as ever as he stared at Merro, eyes so pale in the moonlight that they seemed to glow.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:07 pm
As the werewolf lunged, she gasped and scrambled back, her arms windmilling to her sides. The grey cloak slithered off her shoulders and puddled at her feet, and she stumbled the last two or three feet to end up with her back against the wall of the inn while the bodies of the werewolf and stranger went thudding to the ground where she had been standing a second ago. She watched in stunned disbelief as she saw the creature maul the mage right in front of her.
The bloody brutality only lasted for a few seconds. It seemed like an eternity as her mind struggled to accept the nightmare before her so that it could turn to other matters, such as finding out if Letalus was yet armed with both his sword and hers, or coming to grips with the fact that the distance between the werewolf and the door to the inn was too short to risk running past the creature. The eternity was over all too soon, and before she had blinked out of her stunned state, the murderous eyes were fixed directly upon her.
She drew in a breath to scream as the huge beast sprang for her, but then there was a dark blur from the side, a silvery streak falling through the air, and it suddenly rained down hot blood. The werewolf - most of it, anyway - fell at her feet, but she saw it not. Her skin was a sickly white against which dark spatters of blood bloomed. The streaks and blots grew thick and close down her neck and breast, and from her waist downward the mottled blackish red nearly covered her shift all the way down to the spreading pool in which she now stood.
Her blue irises, black in the darkness, stood out starkly against the whites of her eyes and her shock-paled skin. They slipped slightly to the side and then stopped at Letalus standing tall in the moonlight with a blaze of silver hanging from one hand. And suddenly Merro screamed, the sound bubbling up from the bottom of her lungs and clawing its way up through her throat.
The original forgers of the magical sword had been experts in all manner of spellcraft and the bond-master of the blade particularly had had centuries of experience in such arts as well as unflinching self-control. A properly trained mage might well have been able to use the sword well, keeping it sated when its unusual abilities were not needed and also using the various tricks of his trade to control the excess power and energy the blade would feed him when glutted. The current bond-master of the sword, however, was a self-taught lowest-of-the-low levels novice mage with just a few defensive spells to her name and no practicable knowledge of how to store, draw upon and control magical energies.
Even before the short, piercing scream had died off, she bolted.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:50 am
Leana felt hopeless as she hadn't had enough time to react, nor what to do. Before she realized it, the battle was over. Letalus had easily snuffed out the raging werewolf.
But the damage had been done. The mage girl was in trouble, bleeding like crazy. But it seemed everyone else was rather fine.
Now, however, she was interested in seeing what would happen between Tomlin and Letalus, although she willed for someone to help the mage girl, since she herself could not.
Then there was the scream, and the next thing she saw was Merro dashing off into the night. Had it shocked her that badly?
"Merro!" she cried, and went to chase after her. A second later she'd slipped in the pool of blood and fell smack on her face. So much for trying to help her friend.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:08 pm
As Korix sat ready to order a drink he heard a definite change in the sounds coming from just outside the inn. The usual noises of battle climaxed with a final desparate howl, an eerie moment of silence, and then a scream. Korix got a sickly feeling in his stomach. He wasn't normally one to care for other people's troubles, and he hadn't really minded letting others finish his fight, but now he had a gut feeling that something truly awful had happened. His first instinct was to slip away before any accusations could come his way for having brough this fight and ultimately causing whatever it was that had occurred out there. Was someone dead? He fingered the pouch of gold he had first offered for "fighter support" when he entered the inn. Apart form Tomlin and Vartan, who had first stood at the offer, Korix hadn't expected anyone else to get involved.
For the moment Korix couldn't find the energy to do anything but slouch in his chair and wait.
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