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 Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 8:10 pm
Beezlebum repeated the conversation in his head over and over again. It was so...out-of-place for a person to advertise their lodging in such a way, unless they were inviting someone in. The gnome felt quite certain that the halfling had inteded him to come, and not the barkeep.
The gnome hustled down the street hoping to catch up with the halfling that had simply disappeared. She'd only left mere minutes before Beezlebum, but she was no where in sight, at least not along the path that the barkeep had mentioned.
"It's quite possible she turned herself around again," he thought as he trotted down the street, taking a left at the butcher's stands. "The barkeep was quite clear in his directions, though I don't know how many butcher's stands there are, maybe she saw some I did not." He peered down the street and saw a fountain in the distance. "But I seem to be on the right way...I suppose it's also likely she took a different route, maybe she knows the back-allies like any halfling would."
He stopped his running and looked up at a sign above a door, a dragon claw howling a copper coin. He walked inside and saw a group of burly men crowded around the door. They didn't even give him the time to say hello before they placed a bag over his head and heaved him off of the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:31 pm
( *mumblesabout work* )
Diana blinked around the room rathere contently listening to the others. She had glanced over at Ray several times,but hte drow seemed to keep to herself. She pinched herown cheek lightly standing... She had bowed out, and slunk after Leon silently. He had already made his way into the room before her.. She pushed hte door lightly and peered her bright blue eyes in. She saw him there and she fingured he had been sleeping... She deicded against going in just yet and she went down to join bartle. When she got down stairs he was nowhere in sight. She titled her head and blinked when the tendered adressed her.
"oh... uh. Sorry, Did you seen a gnome?" she looked back. to him. He said a male and female halfing had been there. the female seemed lost and then the male left shortly after. Diana thought to her self as she listened to the tender mutter around and about the female and the location. That didn;t seem to right. She walked back and she headed into her room... She craweld onto the bed lightly and she laid down.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 1:57 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( Unnoticed to the eyes of the people that she shared the room with, she had fallen into a deep sleep the second her head hit the pillows. For a few hours, she was as good as dead to the world. It was an odd thing, sleep. Rare was it that she needed such a zombie like rest. When she awoke, it was a start. She bolted from her bed as if she was occupied in a bad ream. For a few seconds, she stood with her eyes ablaze and her arms ready for a fight. After such time had passed, she keeled over with a monsterous headrush. Her eyesight went black and her head buzzed with a splitting pain. For that horrible time, it was hard to recall where she was or ever who she was. Slowly regaining her composure, she stood and tested her legs, fancying them to step outside of her room. the inn was not one for massive amounts of windows, thankfully. Surely, somewhere outside, the sun was beginning to rise. She treaded down to the bar, her face covered in the cloak that Leon had been so kind to buy her. The room was near empty. It told her one of two things; Either it was morning and no one drank so early, or it was late a night and the barkeep had gotten fed up with the drunkards. A window on the door to the outside told her that it was still dark outside. It was not a long deep sleep, thankfully. The angered noises of the barkeep chased her outside.
It was a rather large city, the type of city where no one seemed to sleep. Tonight, it was just another normal night, people running around like it were the middle of the day. The marketplace could be heard from this distance. It was noticeable still active. She honestly didn;t know where to go at first sight.At second sight, she began to analyze where it behooved her to go. She didn't want to be spotted at the market, so she steered away from the noise. The farther from the noise, the farther from exposure, but the closer to the sneaks. She stopped to rest at a large fountain. No one seemed to be around at the moment. The crystal waters splashed about from a lovely sculpted orchid. The water slowly pured from the petals of the gratine flower and fell to its gently shaped leaves, where the droplets trickled to the pool below. The process was neverending. She kept the cloak over her head as she examined what surrounded her here. An inn, the logo that of a dragon with a coin. A few vacant fruit stands. A towered corner building, its sign reading "Rockers and Son". The addition of 'Son' seemed new and halfway reluctant. A two storyed bakery. A lone figure sat on the second floor boucany, gazing absentmindly at the fountain. Ray was well hidden from the humanoid's gaze. She watched the figure and from its slow movements, she decided that it was female and sleepwalking. Ray smiled at the thought of what the sleepy girl was dreaming about. From her sighs, Ray judged that the girl was in love. It made the drow feel slightly abandoned. Shadows danced in odd ways through the window of the dragon inn. She guessed it was just another bar fight and remained sitting at the fountain. She thought, it was going to be a long life. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 3:18 pm
With the bag over his head, Beezlebum had trouble assertaining where he was. He couldn't see through the corse fabric and when he asked questions of his captures, they only grunted.
On the plus side, the gnome was riding on the shoulders of one man, and didn't have to walk about blinded.
After several minutes of futile questions and a bouncing ride, the gnome heard a door open and a familiar halfling's-voice say, "You doorknobs, that isn't the man. The man I wanted was a human, and that is quite obviously too short!"
"But mistress," a deeper voice said from one of the men that had bagged the gnome, "ye didn't tell us that. All ye sed was to catch the next guy that come through the door."
"Imbiciles..." the halfling-from-the-bar mumbled, "just put him outside, and be sure you don't harm him. We'll wait a bit longer for my prey to show."
"Yes, mistress," was said in unisone by all the men grouped around the gnome, then they quietly turned and started walking again.
After a short ride, the gnome heard another door open and the sounds of traffic, horses and boots. He was placed on the ground, rather roughly, spun, and before he could regain his balance, a door was shut and locked.
Taking the bag from his head, the gnome thought that that had been one of the more interresting things ever to happen to him. But sense it was indeed a case of mistaken identities, he decided to start back for the inn to get some sleep...no telling what trouble Leon had planned for the next day.
The gnome started back down the street, oblivious to everything except the people nearest him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 12:47 pm
Flashes of memories came to him in his dream. Rushing through a forest with yelling coming from all around. Pain. The pain of violence being executed towards him. Hatred. This emotion that people have towards him in his dream for the lives he's taken. Possible terrors of his dreams can bring the memories of his nightmare-ish actions of lycanthrope. Screaming and crying are the fortunes of what his life will bring to him and those around him. Thus, a voice whispers to him in his dream.
So a vision emerges with Leon in his human form standing in the middle of a courtyard of a castle. A dark cloaked figure with white long hair that dangling from the depths of the hood spoke in a deep demonic voice; some what god-like. "Accepting what you are is the first step in unleashing your power. Listen Werewolf. You have great potential to destroy those around you and protecting those you care about. Observe mortal." Gazing at the dark figure, Leon's eyes lit up in amazement when the man summoned an ordinary human soldier and a hellish demon. "The man you see here is a soldier. He has a power of some sort. He lives and dies by the sword like every average soldier would. He has a family that he loves dearly. After he's retired from his line of work and dies. His wealth is divided upon his children and he's forgotten. Are you destined to be forgotten werewolf?" At this point the the hellish demon rips the human soldier to pieces with the man screaming in eternal pain until silence came. The dark figure summoned another human soldier after the first one died; this is to prove a point to Leon, but this time he summoned a couple hellish demon cats as well. "How you use your power determines what kind of life you live. Will you waste your power on the weak or claim what's yours? Accepting what you're and channeling that power is what your curse is meant to be for." The words spoken and then Leon looked over at the human soldier transform into a white werewolf and destroy the hellish demonic monsters easily and then explode in a shower of blood. "Remember the words I've told you werewolf and your destiny will unfold how it should." After the words were said, Leon himself blew up in his nightmare into a shower of blood with everything becoming shrouded in darkness.
Dreams never came to Leon with much pleasant experiences. His rush of standing up from his sitting position on the bed came to him as he yelled out from the nightmare. Sweat rolled from his cheeks with a hand wiping it away. Getting up and looking at Diana sleeping on the bed, it was good that he would leave for a little while and sort this out with a cool glass of water from the bar. Proceeding to the door, he stopped for a moment and remembered the words of the man in his nightmare. Something didn't feel right and it scared Leon. Moving out of Diana's room he proceeded to go down stairs and get a glass of cold water. Naturally it was free and Leon could be seen with both hands pressed against his face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 2:14 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( The squeak of an opening door deterred her thoughts of love and adventure. Flustered and quite oblivious to his surroundings, the gnome that she was supposed to be sharing a room with stepped out of the dragon inn. His appearence caught her by surprise. She had honestly thought that he still resided in the room. Was she truly that unobservant this night? But, like any good soul, she rose to quietly greet the gnome and to protect him from any harms. In this silent part of the city, theives were an obvious problem and the gnome, despite his wonderful abilites with new sciences, was completely unaware of what lurked around him. She gracely approached him and placed a smooth ebony hand on his slightly shaking shoulder.
"Odd to find you here, Bartle." she murmered, "What brings you out to this interesting half of the city?"
She had thought him to be the type to immerse himself in his work, his alchemical potions, and forget the time and even to sleep. But, here he was, wandering the streets of Giis City, still in the deadbeat of night. She began to guess that he was the type that had a wandering mind. Perhaps attention deprived. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 7:30 pm
"...I can't believe it..." the gnome mused as he stomped down the streets toward his already-paid-for Inn-room, "that gorgeous halfling was looking for the barkeep, and not myself! Just because he's bigger, I'll bet; one look at how short and hairy and dirty I am and any womyn would choose another, I'm sure, but that's no matter. My booms are bigger, and that is something not many can say. Infact, as soon as I get back to the inn I'm going to play with my booms!"
He was lost in the pleasant thought of all the different ways he would handle his equipment when the mention of his name stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned his head, trying to place a name to the voice he had heard, but immagine his suprise when a death-black Drow smiled back at him. "Reorx's beard!" he cried as he fell to the ground, clutching his chest. As he began the scramble away, he recognized the face as that of Ray, and he slowed his frantic movements, but didn't stop.
"Wha-whatever brings you out in these lovely streets filled with witnesses, that is, I mean, people...?" his heart stopped racing quite so fast, but he was still nervous and walked down the streets backward, keeping his eyes on the drow... "I thought a Drow such as yourself might stay indoors, away from the shifting eyes of the common folk...is this about me asking for the pillows? Cause you can have the bed and the pillows if you want, I don't mind at all, I'll just sleep on my bedroll, which I have in my, um, our room...unless you want the bedroll too?"
"Oh," he thought, "why did I have to follow that halfling? And why did the drow have to follow me...?"
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From the mouth of the alley, hungry eyes watched the streets as the flocks of peasants went about their nightly routines. This was the time that the sewers were cleaned, that the street stones were re-alligned, and the time that sticky hands made their money.
It was hard work, being a street-thief, because there were so few people with money at night. During the day there were far too many guards about, and at night the wealthy slept. Times were hard. That is why when a gnome and a cloaked companion walked by, the hungry eyes and eager hands of four men didn't hesitate at all.
Two men fell from the alley tangled in a wrestling match, each yelling in near-perfect drunken slurs. It was enough to form a crowd of the woe-begotten peasants, and to stop the gnome and his companion.
The remaining two men would sneak around the crowd and with well rehearsed moves, throw the two targets into the darkened alley, then run in after them. The commotion of the gathered would mask any screams that the targets might give out; it always did, it was perfect.
The wrestlers would soon stop and join their companions in the alley, as was the routine. Four against two, the odds were good. Tonight, the hungry eyes would feed on the glitter of golden coins.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:55 pm
Cold water washed the interior of his mouth moist with the refreshing taste. Looking around the room, there was only a man sitting in a chair near the fire place. A man dressed in all black with a long coat with chain mail crafted into it; this was determined from the fire light bouncing off the metal surface of the metal links of the reinforced coat. This particular man had long glossy black hair with black gloves on. The stranger was drinking a glass of wine, which Leon was able to see since the stem of the glass was hanging below the man's figures as he held it, with himself sitting in the chair -- back turned of course at Leon.
The man stood and approached the bar with the glass that held his wine resting on the counter. A glance at Leon came and the stranger's hand reached into an inside coat pocket to pull out a metal vile. "Monk, you should drink this. It will calm your nerves." Being as startled as he was, not from the offer but from the voice of the man, Leon took the metal vile with a shaky hand. His nightmares weren't fake after all. This man sounded and looked similar to the one in his dream. "So now I leave you with one thought." As the stranger turned his back to the bar counter, he looked at Leon with his fiery red eyes. "Accept what you are mortal and your destiny will unfold how it should." Leon was very startled by these words as he hasn't told anyone about his nightmares he has on a nightly basis.
Openning the metal vile, he poured the liquad into his water and it fuzzed with a bright light, similar to moon light; however, it was a hue of red instead of white. Swallowing half the liquad down, Leon felt kind of sick to his stomach and rushed out of the inn through the front. The stranger that gave him the metal vile was walking down the street in the general direction of where Ray and Bartle had went.
Skin felt like it was boiling off his body, when in fact when you look at him it isn't far from the truth. Eyes stressed with red veins with the color changing to solid red. Stumbling down the street as his pain echoed in the darkness, he collapsed on all fours with him growling and grunting from the pain in his stomach. The strange man stood nearby in the area Leon is in. Glaring at the dark stranger, with the red stained eyes, Leon yelled at him a question. "What are you doing to me?" Leon's body was changing faster and more aggressively than before. Consuming that substance he was given probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but even some of the most intelligent people make the most unintelligent decisions at the worst times -- this was Leon's time to be stupid obviously.
As the dark figure smirked at Leon's struggle to contain and control the transition from human to beast, his words washed fear into Leon's body during the time they were spoken. "Fool! I give you the power you so rightfully deserve to hold. You give no thanks to what gifts I hand to you. Are you so ignorant of your existance and purpose that you've failed to see why you've been cursed with this gift of yours? You suffer because those around you that get close to you suffer because of what you are. You can't lead a normal life; you have no normal life to lead. You come from a life of crime, brought up in the Order to be a noble man of the gods. What has that brought to you? Nothing but pain and suffering. Don't ignore what you are. Don't ignore what you've become. Use your curse, channel your hatred and anger to control it." These words Leon took to heart as the body enlarged greatly, the skin peeled off as white fur replaced it. Standing tall once more, transformed, into the curse this dark strange man has forced to be let loose in the middle of Giis.
"Go Leon, destroy everything in the city!" Waving the arms up while a demonic laugh came out, Leon stood there snarling at him and extending his sharp silvery claws on his paws. It was obvious that Leon wasn't going to take orders from someone that has tricked him, however, this transformation seemed to be a little different -- like he has more control over his beast-like nature. Leon's clothes below him were ripped to pieces with blood from his skin boiling and peeling off.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 3:46 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( At the gnomes start, she fully realized how stupid it was of her to approach the jumpy gnome. Afterall, she was an ebony skinned mad woman, born in the darkest reaches of this world and raised by the darkest of any race in all of existance. She backed away from the gnome in more depression than shock at his outburst. She felt like a piece of trash in ths world. Now, she wished that she had accepted who she was instead of defied everything that the drow stood for. Afterall, the thanks on the Upper World weren't much better. At the very least, she didn't have to be tortured quite as badly... But, that was a lie that she told herself everyday since she found this sunny place.
As she backed away, nearly a good two yards from the gnome, a fight between two mangled looking men broke out in the streets. They drew attention, a crowd. Still putting a depressing amount of distance between herself and the gnome, she gazed towards the men in the fight. They spoke of alocohol, the fought like they were uder its influence, but their eyes were their ultimate betrayers. They did not posssess the glossy look that the drunkards had when they fought in the bars. They were focused on something, it was a play for the growing crowd. Why would they do such a thing? She stopped her backing and began to search the crowd and men for reasons. The majority of the people in the crowd seemed innocent enough, just drawen in by the antics of the fighters. But, with the eye of a well trained theif, she picked up on the irregularites. In such a small setting, there was not that large of a crowd, especially since it was at night. It made it easy to see movement. The onlookers did not move much, entranced by the fight, but there were sneaky men at foot. It had to have been theives, looking for profit. And what did the thevies usually go for? Ray knew from personal experience, they went for those that were alien to the area or scared. It had to be Bartle that caught their eye.
She quickly closed the gap between them and gripped his shoulder, forceably pushed him to the side. The thief, not too shabby with his reflexes, jumped away from the gnome that he was about to craftfully rob. Seeing that he had not much chance against this enraged creature, he backed away from Ray. His grin was well formed, his face well covered in scars. She drew her dagger in defense, but why would the theif grin like that? From behind, the fourth thief threw her to the ground. Being much taller and of significant strength, the man overpowered the drow quickly. But with brawn, there was a certain lack of brain. All men had a welcoming weak spot between the legs, which Ray took full advantage of with her minute height. The thief fell over in pain and Ray squirmed away from his grip. Both crafty theives looked shocked at their misfortunes. The fight in the alley had disappeared and the attention were now on the covered up drow and the gnome. By the time that the crowd decided that the theives deserved a bitter justice, the drow had grabbed the arm of the gnome and ran off, not caring if she was dragging him along the cobblestone street.
They came to rest at another street, far from the theives choice place for collecting gold. She replaced her dagger in its hidden sheath and turned to the gnome. She wanted to say something, anything, but no proper words came out at the time. She managed a tiny grin, which quickly fell away from her smooth face. Again, a gap of three or more yards formed between them. She wanted to say that she was sorry, she wasn't staulking him, she had just wandered there by mistake, some sort of cruel destiny. But, the drow felt convience that Bartle would not bother to listen to her pleas. He had every right, she guessed. She was a betrayal-embracing, demon worshipping, evil eyed drow from the bottom of the Underdark anyways. She shrugged it off and began to head for the inn once more to leave the gnome alone to his thoughts. At least it was a safer part of town. Suddenly, through the night a piercing scream shot out, much like a man in pain and a wolf enraged.
"Gods above, Leon...!"
Hoping that he was still at the inn, she bolted down the busy street. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 4:34 pm
It all happened so quickly that the gnome had little time to do anything except stare. A brawl in the streets, a crowd of people, and two figures attacking Ray...had they seen her as a drow? Most likely not...it was dark and she was hooded...then why attack?
It wasn't untill after the drow had begun to run down the street, Beezlebum in tow, that the gnome realized that Ray had very well saved his life, and at the least his purse, from a gang of robbers. It was probably too much to hope for that the men would not give chase... and in such a case their targets would be ready.
But then, after having stopped the run, probably to catch their breathe, a wolf-man yell pierced the night. "Good Glittergold..." the gnome thought, "that stupid mutt is at it again already?" Something about this struck him as odd. Looking up Beezlebum noted that the moon wasn't completely full, it had a black crescent missing...enough to keep a werewolf human.
Bringing his head back down, Beezlebum noticed that Ray had already began another run toward the inn, and he wasted no time in following, pulling his sword from it's shealth. "I suppose it's too bad I hadn't brought my potions with me this time," the gnome thought. "I'm sure that Leon will be in his room, tearing that lovely Elf to pieces...I knew I should have roomed with her. But this makes no sense at all...no full moon...perhaps...perhaps he tried my potion prematurely? That blasted pup broke into my room and drank my moon-light potion! Perfect! That means it worked!"
The gnome noticed that as he continued down the street, his short legs, moving as fast as they were, couldn't keep up with the longer, more agile strides of the drow. "Ray!" the gnome cried out. "Leon must have drank my potion, and sense we know that drinking moon-light turns him furry, I think if we can get him to drink some day-light it should change him back! That'd probably be our best bet, if he runs loose in a city all night, there will be a lot of people that hate dogs. If you could incapasitate him, I'll go get a day-light potion ready!"
As he neared the inn, the wolf-man yells became more beastial, and the gnome raised his sword, preparing to fight his way to his room if need be. Whatever damage his boom-sword made on the wolf, Beezlebum could make a potion to heal it...he hoped.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 5:12 pm
((Umm, Leon isn't in the inn Luna's character is in. They're down the street half a block towards where Ray and Bartle are. Just thought I'd like to clear that up.))
Bolts of lightning ripped down through the sky and struck the ground violantly at Leon, who dodged it with his animal speed while moving in on the dark magling. Appearantly the man that forced his transformation planned this from the start, however, Leon wasn't planning to die from trickery. A storm of lightning bursts out from the humanoid's raised finger tips towards Leon. The burst of electricity burned along Leon's body as he stood knees bent, tail thrashing from the pain, palms clentched tightly with blood dripping from them because of his claws; also Leon's roaring woke up a good portion of the city and threw the citizens into an uproar. Eyes glow bright red, the electricity eats away at his life force while causing physical harm. When the man lowered his arm to this side, the attack ended. This wasn't really the best idea at the moment since the attack merely pissed Leon off more.
Moving to an all-four position on the ground into an attack position, the dark magling started to chant quickly a conjuration spell to raise a demon from hell. A bright glowing red circle forms on the ground underneath the dark magling in the pattern of a triangle in the center with miniature triangles along the curved lines that the center triangle doesn't touch. A portal bursts from the ground in front of the spellcaster. As a large humanoid creature pushes upward from it in a circular fashion to stopping to face directly at Leon. "Go balrog, destroy that werewolf!" With the orders in place, the dark red eyes of Leon's eye'd the demon; which is a full-blooded one.
Balrogs. A dark aura of power surrounds this towering humanoid with huge bat wings. Lurid flames dance over its skin. In one of its massive clawed hands, this creature bears a sword that looks sharp enough to cut even to the soul. In its other hand, it bears a whip licked by tongues of fire. As Leon perpared his attack, the mouth collected with a white energy. However, the demon wasn't going to waste any time and extended the bat wings with a demonic roar as it stomped closer to the werewolf. Cracks of the whip flew quickly as were Leon's legs to dodge them. Moving in closer from each dodge, a powerful leap at the balrog from the side where the whip was coming from. A split second later a huge explosion came afterwards because Leon's breath attack was released on the demon, however, was deflected with one of the wings covering the attack. A shower of bullet-like projectiles deflected back at Leon and around him. This defensive manuveur by the demon demolished the building behind Leon.
As the werewolf landed on the bat wing, it flapped violantly at the rubble where the building once was standing. Another fiery crack of the whip came out and wrapped around the Leon's body. Leon, engulfed in flames, roared violantly as the legs gave in and he fell to his knees.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 8:19 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( The roar that pierced the dark night barrelled down the cobblestone street like one of those new fangled rockets exploding out of control. It caused several street rats to fall over in teary fright. the ones left standing took off in the opposite direction of the roar, but Ray, her cloak unable to cover her determined face, sprinted towards it. From her cloak, she pulled a dagger cast from gold and purple stone. The blade, made from the same purple, seemed to glisten as she charged towards the wreakage and the demon. With the same nimbleness that her feet followed, she ripped away her cloak and pounced on the unexpecting mage. Calling on the strength and rage of her race, she plunged the dagger deep into his unprotected skull. She twisted it forceably until the purple glow of the blade tore through his forehead. Satisfied, she yanked it away and leapt up to a broken rafter, all before the mage had time to fall. With a resigning sigh, she cleaned the bits of brain off her prized dagger and tossed them towards the balrog, saying
"Here, a treat from your master!"
Without another rational thought, she jumped off the collection of broken rafters to meet the demon head on. Literally. Her feet made a cracking connection with the skull of the large demon, just as it was about to lunge into the werewolf for an easy attack. It roared out in confusion and whipped its head around to rid itself of the newcomer, but Ray held fast to its horns and flaps of skin. Sadly, it the frenzy, her prized agate dagger flew from her thrashing hand to be lost in the rubble. She cursed her horrible luck as she held on for dear life. It would have been such an easy kill with the mystical weapon... Now, she was forced to kill this creature the hard way. When the shaking of its head began to slow, she crept down its neck to meet where the wings connected to the body. From her pack, she drew an ax made from cold steel. It was slightly blunt from its use against trees, but if swung with enough force, it could take out part of this demons advantage. She swung high and threw it down hard twice. The wing held on by just a thread. But the balrong decided to toss the drow off its back. Ray made the mistake of grabbing on to the wing of the balrog as it twirled around to dismember its wing and its foe. The drow flew off with the heavy bat wing and crashed into a pile of unforgiving rubble. Being small and not heavily armored, she took the blow with great pain to her lungs. The tunnel of darkness began to sink into her eyes. Sound diminished and feeling became a gentle tingle, not so much a pain. The balrog gave a giant earth shattered shriek and charged towards the drow to finsih her off. The screech was more than the drow needed to awaken properly. Suddenly, her and the balrog were envoloped in a ball of pure darkness in which no creature alive or dead could ever hope to see. There was another screech and a few thrashing noises, then all was silent. The spell disapated and the drow was no longer beneath the wing, but the balrog remained unscathed. It looked utterly confused, but its attention was soon turned to the werewolf again. Until a dark rafter, the glint of a purple dagger and violet eyes shone on.
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The mage, being already dead, bled profusly from his ruined head. To the eyes of any onlooker, he was a goner. But, to the eyes of any well trained necromancer or cleric, he could still be saved, as long as a spirit remained. And a spirit always remained from any living creature. As long as it existed, it could be revived to a human form. But, a purple spot appeared in the blood of the mage. It spread slowly, but with growing force. It covered the face and began to eat away at the skin, turning the entire body a sick bruise color. A bluish mist slowly wafted from the open head wound. It took to the wind, drifting away with the hopes of becoming one again... But it was suddenly electrified with a purple haze. It blew apart with a gentle pop and the mage turned into a white sand. The death of a spirit is a wonderous sight. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 2:08 am
[[Twiggy...I think your Balrog is a Balor...you used the D&D description of a one...so I'm going with that...correct me if I'm mistaken]]
Running, as does any exercise, takes it's tole on the muscles. First they burn from exercion, then they slowly begin to numb untill they are all but unresponsive. It was not in Beezlebum's favor tonight that he wasn't the athletic type.
Before his short legs carried him back to the inn where his friends were, supposedly, to stay the night, the gnomes thighs and calves had advanced to the numb stage, and his labored breathing brought the barkeep, who had still not finished with his cleaning, to the door long before the gnome would have knocked.
"Bumbling beermug, what's happened to yuh?" the barkeep let out as he stepped out of the doorway to offer his paying customer a hand. "That halfling must've been some wild ride for yuh ta not even be walkin' straight." As he leaned over to place an arm around the gnome he noticed the comotion down the street. Of all the drunken tales he had ever heard, none came close to the rediculous-ness of what was before his eyes; a werewolf, a Balor demon and a toppled building.
The sight kept the man starring for a few minutes as a drow lept from the rafters of a roof directly onto the Balor, who, suprised, flung it's arms out, casting away a fire-whip which had the werewolf tied up. It wasn't until a globe of darkness blocked out the demon that the barkeep, the simple man who wanted nothing to do with demon, werewolves, or drow, decided that the town guard should hear of this. Being a sane man, he at once bolted down the street, away from the fighting, yelling at the top of his lungs, "The town is doomed, demons are among us!"
Several heads appeared in windows and after curses were yelled at the doorknob who was making such a ruckus, more doorknobs ruckused up. Soon the entire street was aware of the fighting and the roads were flooding with surfs trying to get as far away as soon as possible. Amidst the tide of common folk a battalion of guardsmen had begun to make their way towards the demon, though at a slow pace.
Beezlebum, however, had wasted no time in getting to his room. His legs didn't give out, thankfully, until he was aimed at the bed, and he fell, gasping and panting, onto the soft, billowy, over-priced feather-bed.
"I'll just...rest a moment," he told himself, "just till...I can feel...my legs...and then...we'll make...that...potion..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 8:57 am
Diana had some how mananged to sleep through all the on goings. Nor had anyone come to wake her... So it was only when Bartle was cursing and trying to get into his room that she stirred. She rolled over onto her back and she yawned softly. Her hand had moved to her mouth... she felt tired, but... She blinked and listned. No one esle was breathing. She shot upright in her bed ands he looked over to where Leon was and he wasn't there. With that she threw herself from the bed and she moved to the door. She bare feet only made soft padding sounds that were far from conistent. She felt.. dreadfully... tired like she might just.. pass out right there in the hall.
She didn;t know what was going on, next thing she knew she was leaning against Bartles door, softly scratching, that soon turned into a knock... Her hair was a bit messy, but her features were soft, dazed looking..
"MmmBartle..." She mumbled.. "Gone...Leon.." She finished.
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