Tej called upon the powers of the wind, and begun creating a twister. After the twister grew to sufficient size, he directed it towards DF. He then ran at them, hoping that this would distract the enemy from the party.
He pulled out his sword as the wind currents changed again. DF, his two shadow warriors, and the wraith now looked towards the twister, one of the four cast some ancient spell which cut the twister in half, almost sending a ring of rain out.
The ring of water didn't make it far, as the two halves became two twisters, sucking the rain back around them. But then another ancient spell dispelled the entire druidic spell. Two rings of water went flying out this time, it was quite an interesting sight.
As they hit the ground, the two rings created a wave of mud the went about a few feet but was about five feet tall, which made a loud noise when it hit. It was almost a chain reaction, big peices of mud went flying into more mud, and so on. Tej considered his options, he slowed his pace and waited so that he would hit the four the same time the party would.
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They had each dealt blows that would kill a normal person yet they lived and continued fighting.
Harlequins, both of my characters can enchant their swords (I hadn't originally intended to give them that ability, but DF had Selax do it in Echoes), so their sword blows can kill each other. However, if you are referring to hitting or throwing each other into stuff, then they could take quite a bit of that.
As Cara raised the Kris to throw it, the two elementals had moved to a tree across the clearing from her. Just before she could throw the weapon, lightening struck the tree, stopping her. When the light faded, she could no longer see either Selax or his antagonist.
Selax was tumbling through the air over the lake. He stopped himself in midair and tried to get his bearings. Suddenly, he sensed Balthon above him and looked up to see him swooping down from above. Selax rose to meet him and the force of the collision tumbled the two through the air. Righting themselves, they rushed at each other.
Cara pondered her next move carefully…
A wicked grin grew on her face, she knew exactly what to do.
she turned and hurried of into the night.
There was her target Selax’s Saviour this time she shall not be so lucky.
Cara silently crept up to Moonshadow she once again removed her Kris from its sheath.
In a flash Cara slipped the blade under Moonshadows throat.
“Call for Selax now! Or you will die” Cara commanded.
"OOC" i did mean them hitting each other with swords at first but it can mean other objects and spells.
Also how do you get the little photo in your porfile to be seen by ohter members... or is it that i cant see it but othere members can?
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DF stood fast as his minions fought his enemies.
Yes, this new body will do nicely the jet black thoughts coursed through his mind
He surveyed the battle and smiled as he was now free to do as he wished.
Then it happened again.
A large flash nearby and suddenly, searing hot light energy was coursing down his body. Agony writhed through all his veins, and he knew he had to leave, this power was going to eat him alive.
It was at this point, DF disappeared, and his presence soon left as well. Despite this, the little army he had assembled fought on.
The Wizard was hunched over on the ground. The same jolt nearly knocked him out, but it was fully necessary to force the retreat. At least, thats what DF said when he helped unleash it. The blast broke free the bindings that kept DF at bay in his own body. Now it was just a matter of taking control.
Wizard drew himself back up and looked back over the fight, and jumped right back into it
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(NB: Letsiya still hasn't said her name; it's just easier to write with one)
"Alright," Letsiya said. "They were smart enough to put in failsafes, so we'll need to take out a few signals. I can bring us in and keep the signals from going off, but you'll need to do the dirty work. We've only got a few minutes' time before they go off, though."
"Right. I'll do what's needed," Martel replied. He unsheathed his sword and looked out into the valley. "Will we need to... 'jump' again?"
Letsiya nodded. "It's a shorter leap, though, and it won't be nearly as sudden." She put her hand on Martel's shoulder and closed her eyes. The torches on the dams flickered out and reappeared again. Moments later, everything around them faded to black again. "We're shielded off now," she whispered. "No light can get in or out. You'll need to take out the guard - or whatever it is - yourself..."
Martel looked at the guard, who was still waiting for a signal from the valley, in the opposite direction. He gripped his sword and raised it in readiness.
Above the lake, Selax and Balthon continued to slash at each other with no signs of tiring.
Selax realized that at this height with their swords drawn lightning might hit them. He began to retreat back down toward the ground. Balthon followed, continuing to attack.
Martel and Letsiya jumped again. Martel was a little shocked, but he was more ready this time. Martel approached behind the first signal bearer. He would need to do it quickly, before anyone else could notice. There was a small fire, sheilded by a rock so that it would not be mistaken for the signal. Then there was a larger, unlit fire that was the signal. Martel watched the guard scan the valley. Drawing a dagger silently, Martel walked directly behind the guard, and thrust the dagger powerfully into the guard's neck. The guard was dead instantly. Martel smartly removed the dagger, and grabbing the guard's neck, lowered him to the ground. Martel quickly put out the fire, and grabbing the first of his waterskins, poured it entirely onto the wood. Noone could relight that in a hurry. "How many more?" Martel asked, wiping his dagger on some leaves. "Two." Letsiya replied. "Great," Martel sheathed his dagger and took a deep breath, preparing for the next jump. "Let's go then."
Feeling steel against her throat, Moonshadow glanced behind herself uneasily, and cursed herself for her carelessness. Under normal circumstances, she would have both heard and sensed the stranger before she could have reached her. So this is the assassin? She wondered. She'd have to do something - should she call for Selax? Recalling the wound the stranger had inflicted last time, she had to repress a shudder. No, she didn't want a repeat experience of that - but then, she had no real idea what else the woman was capable of, and she wasn't at all sure Selax would hear her - plus, she had no real intention of putting anyone else in danger.
So what then? The assassin behind her seemed to be getting impatient, so Moonshadow nodded her head ever so slightly. "I barely know him," she whispered. "I doubt he would come to my call."
"Hn. So why did you save him, then?" The stranger demanded, sounding doubtful.
Couldn't very well let him get killed, could I? Moonshadow thought sarcastically, but didn't say it out loud in case she tried her captor's patience too hard. Instead she replied: "It was reflex, lady. I saw the blade and jumped." Inconspiciously, slowly, an icicle was forming in her right hand. Hopefully her captor wasn't wearing too much armor. "If you could, please, lower the blade a bit? I will call him, but.. I don't want to be cut..."
Grudgingly, Cara lowered the blade just a little bit, allowing her to draw in more breath. "I'm sorry," Moonshadow murmured, taking a deep breath - and ramming the icicle back into the stranger's side as deeply as she could. The woman yelped - more in surprise than pain - and Moonshadow used the moment's distraction to dive under her arm, calling on her magic to transform her and take her to the sky, now grateful to the weather that was quickly obscuring her from sight in the dark.
Now if only I knew where Avatara and the others are... She wasn't sure how she'd gotten seperated from the others in the first place, but she didn't want to face off against a potentially very dangerous assassin all on her own. Nope, definitely not.
Selax and Balthon were once again on the ground. They were on the outskirts of Catamarca, just out of sight of the graveyard. Because of the storm, no one was outside and the noise of the sword fight was mostly drowned out by the thunder. Balthon shoved Selax against one of the houses but was hit in the side in the process. Selax sprang off the wall. Balthon blocked and again the two backed away from each other, looking for openings.
After a short time, involving a few jumps, Martel was finished. All of the signal carriers had been killed. Breathing a sigh of releif, he sat down upon a small rock, and saw his companions rushing for the bridge. They were safe. "Wait a minute..." Martel paused, "The signals won't fire, but what if the guards take initiative when the party crosses the dam? The valley is still flooded!" Letsiya thought for a moment, and then turned to Martel. "You know what you have to do." Martel nodded, "Kill them." She nodded in reply. "I can help, though. If you attack from one location, they will take you out and light the dam. I can jump you around them quickly so you can shoot one of them at a time from different locations so that it will seem like they are being ambushed from many different directions. They'll be confused, and you can easily defeat them all." Martel pulled out his throwing knives, eight for all eight guards. "Deal. Let's hurry." After a moment, he nodded. He was ready. "Oh, one last thing," Letsiya replied, "I'll have to stay here to keep myself safe, because..." were the last words Martel heard before being thrown down to the dam, ready to kill.
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Saria let out a strangled cry as Avatara yanked her collar harshly backwards, throwing them both out of the path of the exploding mud. They landed heavily in wet mud, Saria's elbow driving into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. The explosion of mud passed by, filling the air with dirty rain and drawing the attention of the two shadow warriors, who ran off to pursue the source of their trouble.
"Now's our..." Avatara gasped, trying to regain his breath, "run!" he pointed frantically in another direction. He lost his concentration, the light spell extinguished, casting them both in an almost absolute darkness, lit only by scattered flashes of magic and lightning in the distance.
"What? You saw him, how can you think of leaving him here? We have to help him!" Saria screamed.
Avatara coughed, his face was half-covered in dirt, his clothes were soaked and ruined, and his muddy hands would be of no use in clearing the grime away from his eyes. "What can we do? You've seen those things in action before! If we had our entire group then maybe we'd stand a chance, but who knows where everyone is? We need to pull everyone back, regroup..." He rested on his hands and knees on the slippery ground, trying frantically to sort out the confused thoughts raging in his head. The burning feeling that had driven him here earlier had extinguished, leaving him disoriented and depressed.
"So you just really want to give up just because you're wet and cold and you lost everybody? After all that hype and talk about getting here earlier, you just want to give up now?" Saria glared at him, rising to her feet. Another nearby explosion sent mud pelting down, but neither of them noticed. There was something about her that frightened him, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Of course not!" Avatara shouted back, "I want Fox back just as much as you do-"
"That's a lie!" she screamed. "Look at you, all high and mighty as long as everybody does what you want them to do."
"What's wrong with you? Think for a minute!"
"I am! And I'm going!"
"Saria, we don't stand a chance! You'll just get everybody killed!" She didn't look back as she jogged off, quickly leaving his field of vision. "SARIA!" he screamed.
It was her eyes, he decided. For a moment there, she was aflame with an intensity he'd never seen in her before, something dark that most assuredly didn't belong. No helping it, he pulled himself to his feet, started to go after her, but his foot caught, twisting in an unnatural direction, driving him back to the ground. Another explosion, somebody screamed, he couldn't place the voice.
He tested his ankle, something had definately snapped, and in his mental state he had no chance at successfully healing it. Avatara swore, slamming his fist into the gravestone he rested on, ignoring the sharp flare of pain, not feeling the liquid oozing out. It can't be helped , he had to follow her no matter what.
Fighting the pain, Avatara crawled to his feet, and hobbled in the direction he saw her run, towards the sound of battle.
Selax and Balthon continued to fight to a seeming standstill. Neither had yet seriously hurt the other. In the course of their struggle they had moved into view of the graveyard, still out of sight of where Desert Fox's minions were.
In a free moment Selax thought he saw someone moving in the graveyard, but he couldn't quite make the person out. Before he had a chance to look again, Balthon was on him, attacking viciously. Selax blocked and the fight continued.
Wizard rested his hand on a large boulder and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The group, or what was left of it, had arrived shortly after Wizard had reached DF’s mind. They had obviously been scattered about somehow during the storm.
Fortunately, Wizard was able to communicate with DF through telepathy at the close proximity that he had tried within. Together they unleashed a small nova of energy, nothing much to anyone else, but capable of releasing DF from his imprisonment. He had only to retake control of his body.
DF’s captor must know that he is no longer free to do as he pleases without a struggle from DF, otherwise he would not have retreated so swiftly. For the better, I suppose, we are not prepared for a confrontation with him yet. . . But I do wonder who it is that has so much power within Desert Fox’s body. I wonder who else might know. Perhaps the answer is within my sight, I just can’t see it.
The nova, however, alerted the shadow warriors to Wizard’s presence. Even while the group was fighting, Wizard had been able to lay undetected, devoting all his strength to breaking through to DF. Now he would have to fight.
As their leader fled, the warriors turned on Wizard. He straightened himself up and lashed out at the nearest one with his staff, striking it with the most power he could put behind it. The warrior was unfazed, and it swung its sword in response. Wizard didn’t block very well, however, and was knocked to the ground, his staff landing feet away. The shadow warrior stood over him and prepared to pierce his heart.
At that moment, a large quantity of mud pelted the shadow warriors and Wizard. Seemingly forgetting Wizard, the Shadow warriors went to pursue whatever had caused the explosion of mud.
Hooray for the group. Wizard thought, happy to have avoided a fight with the warriors alone.
Wizard stood up slowly and caught his breath. He drew his staff back to his hand and began to walk towards the small army, using his staff more as a walking stick. The ground was muddy, and Wizard was, too. This he was not too pleased about, but he knew that the mud had saved his life.
Avatara, Saria, Tej, Medoc—the only ones here. Hmm, Moonshadow should arrive soon. I know where Selax is. . .Huh, he is surprisingly near here, but now where is Martel. Ahh, the undesirable events of a stormy evening.
As soon as Wizard reached the nearest enemy, he began to fight with all the strength he could muster.
Wizard fought until his strength left him. He was exhausted and had already pushed himself to the limit. Having defeated many foes already, he was able to hobble away unnoticed.
He was not far from Catamarca, so he headed that way.
Wizard entered the city much in the same way he had earlier that evening, only this time he headed to the inn. The town was unstirred, even by the sounds of battle. The street lamps provided enough light for Wizard to locate the inn. He stepped up to the door and banged on it with his staff. No answer. No lights were on inside. The town was truly asleep.
Wizard sank down to the ground, resting against the door. As he closed his eyes, he let his thoughts wander for one moment. Avatara and Saria are not fighting with the others. Where are they even? Why was DF even in the graveyard, and what was he casting? . . . Perhaps I will have an answer to my questions in the morning. Yes, in the morning , his thoughts quietly trailed off as he fell to sleep, genuine sleep, for the first time in months.
Selax dodged as Balthon's sword came down again. The blow meant for him instead slammed into the fence. Quickly, Selax jumped at Balthon, who twisted quickly blocking and then backing up. For a moment, there was lull in the storm. Both Selax and Balthon stared at each other for a moment in the sudden calm. Then, thunder boomed and Balthon lunged. Selax blocked and again counterattacked. The storm began to pick up-the rain poured down faster than before and still neither Selax nor Balthon could gain an advantage.
ooc: Half truth, if you rather have Medoc doing something else let me no and ill edit him out. bic:
In an attempt to prevent DF from running away, Tej concentrated on the ground. Everything started to shake, grave stones fell over, and then the wraith struck. Distracted, Tej let the earthquake go lose. Medoc swung at the wraith, but it phased in and out, causing Medoc to stumble. It turned around and fought him, Tej focused on the earthquake but was too late from it spreading beyond his immediate control.
The quake spread all the way across the valley to the dam, Tej stopped it from advancing further, but a boulder fell lose and made a small scratch in the dam. The water behind the dam had been crashing against it, and with the small scratch came a small crack which then led to the dam splitting in half.
Tej was about to tell Medoc to warn the others of the flood but the wall of water came into view and panic filled him. He froze up, and the wall of water grew in speed, there was only a few seconds till the valley, graveyard and the very edge of Catamarca.
On the hill from which everyone had come, a tall figure watched the events unfolding before him. The group didn't look as if they would meet with success on this occasion. Unless he intervened. Pondering the possibility, the figure stirred and slowly began to make his way down the hill. He stopped when he heard a loud rumbling noise. When he saw that the dam had been ruptured and what had caused it, he chuckled.
Stopping that much water might be beyond his capabilities, unless his master had an interest in stopping it. He already knew that wouldn't happen. No, his master wanted to see if the group could survive this on its own. The power his master had given him was considerable (at least so these mortals would think-himself, he knew that his power was merely an echo of his master's)-for this task, it should suffice.
The figure, once again, paused to consider his choices. He was permitted to intervene, if necessary. If he was forced to do so, he was to attempt to do it in such a manner as to avoid being noticeable.
That could be difficult in the current circumstances , he thought, However, it might be possible. Maybe...
A small portal opened and the figure quickly stepped through it. In the moment before it closed after him, the ethereal void was visible. The figure reappeared near the graveyard but hidden from the group and anyone else who might be around.
As he watched, he called upon his extensive knowledge of the dark arts. In the middle of Desert Fox's small army, a wave of dark power erupted, catching Desert Fox's forces off guard. Buffeted by the wave, they were scattered and their formation was disrupted. However, they quickly discovered that the wave had a more insidious effect. The actual forms of some of them began to lose cohesion. They had to struggle to maintain until the effect wore off, giving the group a small window of attack.
The figure smiled; however, he knew that without the element of surprise he probably wouldn't have succeeded and such an attack would probably not work again. It would be best to act now while he had an advantage. One of of the shadow warriors had come his way and was looking for him. Grinning with malice, the figure stepped forward, letting the shadow around him fall enough for the warrior to see him. The shadow warrior paused and charged, swinging its sword. The figure with long talons that had sprouted from his hand. Suddenly, a writhing limbs seemed to sprout from his cloak and fling themselves at the warrior. Attacked on all sides, the warrior tried to retreat, flinging a bolt of power at the figure. The figure responded with a wave of power that threw the warrior back onto one of its talons. The form of the warrior dissolved quickly.
The figure stepped back and let the remains fall. The real Desert Fox will be much more of a challenge , he thought. Looking around, he made sure that no one had seen him. He hid himself again in his cloak and let the shadow deepen around him.
Then, another portal opened and he entered. The portal closed behind him, leaving no sign of his presence other than the damage he had caused.
Selax threw himself forward into Balthon. Both of them still held their swords, but the two were now so near to each other that swordplay would more likely harm themselves than their opponent. Selax kicked Balthon in the side, receiving a punch in return. The two exchanged hard blows, until the ground shook. Startled, both leapt away from each other. Then, they saw the water coming at them. Now, both were indecisive about what to do. To continue the conflict on the ground would be foolish but to take to air with metal swords was a good way to hit with lightning. Eventually, they came to the same conclusion. Both leapt into the air, hid their swords away, and continued to fight. Even with the swords removed, neither could seem to gain an advantage over the other for long.
I am going to try to move events along a little. If anyone whose character is used wants me to edit something just let me know.
Selax and Balthon continued their struggle, forgetting their surroundings. However, when they hit they hit the ground headfirst, they quickly remembered what was happening around them.
Hidden from the battle by some of the gravestones and a few trees, they prepared to attack each other again, but, as they moved forward, two events caused them to change their minds.
First, Avatara staggered out from behind a headstone and stopped, staring at the two elementals with a surprised look on his face.
Second, all three heard and then saw the wall of water rushing at them.
Balthon halted, looked at Selax, and smiled.
"I'll kill you later!" he shouted over the roar. He leapt into the air and soared away.
Selax looked from where Balthon had gone to the water to Avatara and then to where the others were. He quickly considered his options. Not all of the others could fly and some of those that couldn't would not be able to escape the water without help. He would have to do what he could.
"I'll explain later! Come on," he yelled at Avatara,"we have to get out if we can."
Avatara yelled something back, but Selax couldn't quite hear him over the din. However, he realized from Avatara's gestures and hobbling that he had a problem with his leg.
This is most inconvenient, he thought. At that moment, the water smashed into the graveyard. In the instant before it struck, Selax grabbed Avatara and leapt into the air, soaring to a safe height. Below him, Selax watched the water cover all the land nearby except the hills and Catamarca. There was no sign of Moonshadow, Tej, Medoc, or anyone for that matter. There was no way the two of them could find the others under these conditions. There was only place to go for now.
Selax landed in the middle of Catamarca and the two of them began to make their way to the inn, where they found Wizard still sleeping by the door.
The tall figure continued to watch from the top of one of the hills. The dark army had not survived, but had anyone of the small group survive? He didn't know and time was precious. He would have to locate who he could and help them to be on time. He waited and his master permitted him to try his plan. His shape began to warp and change. When the strange alteration, a man dressed in black mage garb stood where the figure had. Slowly, the man began to make his way down the hill. The water was beginning to calm and he didn't find it difficult to augment his abilities enough to swim in the still treacherous current. He made swift progress, despite often stopping to look for any sign of life.
Tej was the first to get hit, the initial force of the water knocked the air out of him. He followed along the bottom of the water, dreaming.
Tej dreamt of his life before his village was slaughtered. He was playing in the cave light with one of his friends when a skeleton warrior came out of no where. This wasn't apart of Tej's memories, the skeleton drew its sword and brought it down crashing into his skull.
He regained conciseness after he hit a tree, instinctively, he grabbed on. After some effort, Tej managed to surface, and get a deep breath of air. He looked around at his surroundings but could only see the water in front of him, the level started to lower, but the current was still strong and he was getting cold.
Concentrating on creating light, he barely noticed the tree starting to give to the current of the flood. As the water expanded, the outer edge of Catamarca was kind of flooded with about a foot of water. Tej finally was able to transform into a storm crow and rose up into the wind, he noticed some movement in the water and went to help out.
Martel didn't hear why she had to keep herself safe. It scared him a little, but he didn't have time to be scared. He didn't have time to wait, or think, or slow down. He jumped, and threw his dagger. Not stopping to see whether or not it hit, he felt the jolt as he jumped again, and threw another dagger. Shortly later, he landed for the last time, and walked onto the wooden bridge of the dam. Excellent shots, they were all dead. But Martel wasn't done. He took all of the bombs off of the dam, and threw them down, far below into the valley. then he took all of the torches, and threw them into the lake behind the dam, where they were extinguished. Letsiya jumped to the bridge. "Thank you. I wanted to be protected because jumping myself would take too long, and I was afraid that... well, I'll get to that in a second. For now, I will tell your companions where you are, and that this route is safe. However, you have another task. There is an encampment just after the end of this bridge. The guards have four shifts of six hours. You killed one. That means that there are twenty-four left. I must go to speak with your companions still, so you must hold the bridge! Good luck." With that, she jumped away. Martel drew his sword, and walked back to the edge of the bridge. Knowing what he had to do, Martel prepared himself mentally. "Here I go..."
OOC: Sorry for the very long absence. I've been incredibly busy. Anyways, since some of the party is now almost at the graveyard, all of the events in this story aspect started by someone I can't remember have now passed. Therefore, it is sensible to say that somehow, Martel will have to kill 24 guards on his own. I say this so that when it eventually happens, it will not seem contrivedly unrealistic.
Selax and Avatara looked down at the Wizard in surprise. Selax shook his head, quite puzzled. Then, he shrugged and leaned down. After some effort, he managed to wake up the Wizard and three attempted to rouse the innkeeper.