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 Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:12 pm
With two words, Lazarus unleashes his Artic Blast (overblast) Sending the torrental wave of ice directly at the preaching moron in front of him. As the spell drains the energy from his core, the mage pours energy into the Mana Sword, enpowering it another charge further. Lazarus then taps the button on the back of his forcefield, generating the protective life layer around himself.
Use: Forcefield (c0/3) +10 LL
Cast: Overblast Artic Blast - Rambling Idiot
Mp: 2
Ap:~
Hp: 30/20
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 7:03 pm
The blast slams into the mumbling idiot, putting out his torch. But while his armor is caked with frost, he remains standing. "A cultist! Or mabye a necromancer!" He shook off the ice and flourished his sword while dropping the torch. "Have at you necro!"
He gets ready to strike. He didn't expect your sudden attack. Vagrant Knight [40] A- 5 D- 10 C- 0 M- 0 L- 20 E- 0 Abillities- Regeneration [5] Actions- Smash, Special Block, Spellblock Spells- N/a
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 11:06 am
Lazarus smiles wickedly, motioning for his friend to step aside. As the knight glares at him, the mage flips the Mana Sword around in his hand, empowering it one last charge, filling the weapon to it's devastation full potential. The light blue, almost frost covered blade begins to glow with a hot-white light, pulsating as if hungry for more power. Lazzarus closes his eyes, and a breeze springs up as if from nowhere. The mage begins to rise, hovering and floating in mid-air. Holding the blade in front of him, vertically, the white light shatteres,blinding the area as the True Power of Magic is unleashed on the mage. His robes flash from their standard worn red, to a deep blood hue, the worn and faded runic symbols adorning the sleeves and hem, in varying colors of thread, shine as they re-form and become a golden color. His white hair turns black as night, and his sunken features reform, showing a man much younger than was previously shown.
In a booming, radiating voice, Lazarus commands, "Knight, you end is nigh. Prepair for the beyond, as your excessant rambling bores me!"
Lazarus forms not one or two balls of energy in his hand, but three orbs begin to rotate, floating around him, orbiting his being as they form. The spells form, the ice radiating from him, clinging to his robes, the walls surrounding him, and even the Mana Sword, floating in front of him, empowering him with it's greatness. As the orbs complete, Lazarus opens his eyes, screaming as the spells are unleashed upon his foe, the first enshackling his enemies arms and legs. The scond spell shatters, hundreds of ice daggers fly across the room, slicing into his enemies skin time and time again. The final Artic blast forms a giant spike, stabbing into and piercing the kinght's heart.
As the power washes over him, and the spell duration ends, Lazarus collaspes on the floor, falling to his knees, his head bowed and his eyes closed again, panting heavilly.
Use: Mana Sword - True Power of Magic
( Fast Caster and base mp doubled, Magic stat doubled, Mp Pool Doubled, and Speedy Magic gives 2 additional spells for 1 mp)
Base sent on Sword
Pool 2 - 4
Fast 1 - 2
Total 6 Mp
Magic Stat 10 - 20
Cast: Frost Blast (Energy Burst) Magic x 2 - 40 damage. (5 remaining Mp)
Use: Speedy Magic (4 Mp remaining)
Cast: Artic Blast(Overblast) x2 - Magic x 3 - 60 Damage (2 x 2 Mp, 0 remaining)
160 Total Damage.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:26 pm
((I guess its pointess for me to do the math... Even without that free spell in and some minor stat adjustmnets, he would've fallen quickly. There goes my annoyance-enemy. ^.^))
The knight is pinned to the wall with thick ice. "Damned Heathe!"
He didn't get to finish that sentence for the icy daggers slash through his armor and into his flesh. Beaten badly, he still manages to rip himself from the wall. "Prepare to di-!"
Once again a spell stops him. But instead of you, Draemus lifts his hand and the man is stopped in his tracks. He lets out one last choked gurgle before your final spell slams into him. The large icicle slams through his armor and then pins him to the wall with a crack which sounded like the magority of his bones breaking and organs failing. "Rot in hell..."
SP-[3/?]
~+~
The broken knight hangs from the wall like some bloody trophy. Several of the metal machines are studded with shards of frost...
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Atrus_Legnacra rolled 1 100-sided dice:
90
Total: 90 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 2:16 pm
(rolling for loot)
Lazarus smiled as he wrapped his hand around the Mana Sword. He turned away from the fallen soldier, and looked at the Skeletal Priest. "Let us prodeced to the next room, I am eager to see what this labyrinth has in store for us."
With that he motioned for Draemus to lead the way.
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:21 pm
The adjacent hallway was mostly unadorned except for a small dusct-covered table resting in the corner of the room. A small metalic pedestal resting upon the table catches your eye.
At first, the thin book resting upon the top seems like the likely candidate for what the elf was looking for. However, on closer expection, the item looked too thin and unguarded to be of any real importance. Also, the fact that it was missing a little from the drawn version, broke the illusion...
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 12:27 pm
Lazarus picks up the book, looking it over. There is no symbol on the front, like there is supposed to be on the book he is looking for. With a sigh, he slips the book into a pocket in his large robes, and turnes to Draemus, "There is still a book around here, not the one I just picked up, that I am looking for." He turns to look down the corridor, looking for the next place that they can go.
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Current Loot
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[R] Blunt Antique Sabre
[A] Odd bronze medallion
[] Necklace (I rolled a 63, then you went and rolled a 14)
[R] Arcanic incantation book
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 3:22 pm
((It'll be counted as Rare... Don't worry 'bout it)) You enter a large circular stone room. Rotten debris litter the floor and decomposing tapestries line the walls. You see the signs of battle everywhere, although all of the corpses seem to have been dead a lot longer. The hallway continues furthur. You hear the echo of someone muttering, but you are too far away for it to be understandable.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 1:58 pm
( untill I can get my internet to work properly, I will only be able to get on sporatically.)
Lazarus enters the room, looking around, yet finding little of interest. He turns to Draemus, and bows lightly, "Well my friend, it appears that we shall have to procede further within the labyrinth to seek whatever lies next."
With that being said, he continues down the pathway, heading towards whatever is muttering, or talking.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:10 pm
The next corridor echos your footsteps. You hear two other sets of footsteps superimposed onto yours. Ahead of you, somebody or something is shuffling forward. You hear somebody muttering. There is little to know light so you can't see. By his voice, this person seems to be of older age.
The corridor around you is bare stone. Old rotten wood doors lie on both sides, but your skeletal friend ignores these passages and head for the direction of the voice. The owner of said voice seems unaware of your prescence, but his voice hushes the more you come near. He's heard your footsteps and has stopped moving.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:19 am
Lazarus continues to tread lightly, his Mana Sword held aloft, ready to absorb as much of an attack as it possibly can, while motioning for Draemus to stand behind him, planning for the Undead Priest to heal him, should a large attack come. Cautiously he procedes forward, "Halt, kind sir, We mean you no harm!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:03 pm
"Huh?" You hear the person mutter. "Sorry... I don't have a torch and by eyesight isn't what it once was." You hear some tenative footsteeps. "But atleast your a live one. Say... You wouldn't have happen to stumble across a monk or a dwarf now would you? I seem to be a little lost from my guards."
By his voice alone, you can tell he had some years on you. He seems no threat, as he seems confused and a little lost.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 12:42 pm
Lazarus conjurs a small ball of fire, setting it to hover above his head to light the area. He makes sure Draemus is behind him, so as not to spook the elderly man. "My name is Lazarus, and before we begin, I must inform you that thought I am alive, my companion is... of a sorts, not alive. Do not be afraid, he has helped me through much, and means no one any harm. As to your dwarf and monk, I have not seen either of them, but if you wish for assistance, I offer my spells as protection, untill we meet them."
Lazarus continues to stand in front of Draemus, not wanting to scare the old man with the undead priest's visage.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:09 am
Draemus mutters something. But although you didn't understand a word, the old man seems to be able to pick out a few words.
"Your friend isn't exactly the usual summoned skeleton is he? Where ever did you find him. The chances of finding an intelligent undead priest in here are pretty rare."
The priest pokes his head out and speaks a few more words. He seems to be asking the man a question.
"Yes, I am a scholar... But what? Something about an altar... No, I haven't seen one." He seemed to struggle with the translation. "It seems your friend wishes to check on his religion's place of worship. May I come along. I may not be the young man I used to be, but I think I may know a way there."
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:16 pm
(Sorry about the delay... alot going on with bringing my gf down from Washington state, all the way to florida. ))
Lazarus inclines his head in agrement, "Yes, of course sir. If you do indeed know the way, we would greatly apreciate the assistance in getting there. Specificially, I am here only for whatever I can find in the way of coin, treaaure, or friends. Draemus here has proven to be a good friend, and I will be sad on the day when we part ways.
He looks to his undead friend, hopeing the sorrow in his voice is understood by the skeletal priest.
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