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Post by knightc3 on Apr 12, 2008 0:45:38 GMT -5
He was getting a bad feeling about this little gathering of theirs. It couldn't have been coincidence that they all seem to meet up here. He wondered who had been following who. He realized if they were indeed going to go up against whatever had turned this village so, he would in practical sense be useless. He wasn't powerful enough to combat spells or curses yet, something they might definitely encounter during this quest.
He was also very curious about this girl who seem to stand in front of them unnerved by her surroundings. He spoke to her finally, "I am Athon Brackus. Who are you and why are you here?" His sword was still in his hand but now it rested in front of him, the tip of the blade slightly embedded into the ground.
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 12, 2008 15:45:36 GMT -5
Horacius turned around, facing the new man who now spoke to him.
"Quick to the point... I like that. But, despite the fact I'm no longer of the Order, I don't like associating with thieves, particularly those that think they are doing a noble deed." Horacius walked by him, and went to move on. Neither of these two people interested him. The bold woman wouldn't speak, and the brash thief thought too much of himself for his liking, "If you truly want to help, you'll not steal from the innocent anymore. You stole numerous times from people who I have no qualms with you stealing from. But some of those people were hardworking, honest human beings. I suspect you knew no better."
Horacius laughed, "Oh, and by the way, the order sent a squire after you. That's how much they cared about the Tri-Heart Heron." He said, mockingly. They indeed did send a squire after him, but the squire never completed the job as he was killed by Orcs before he could finish it. Horacius said such a thing to strike down the boldness of the thief. He didn't like brash lawbreakers, especially this one...
SO he continued moving, he was sure he'd find more traces of the necromantic magic. He would need to head further into this kingdom, find what was causing this corruption, and if any still lived....
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 12, 2008 16:49:14 GMT -5
Ignoring the newcomer completely, she turned her attention momentarily towards the scribe. "Naomi" was all she said, giving him that piercing glare that pretty much told him to leave before she got any more annoyed. Turning away, she didn't even lift a finger as the shadows enveloped her seemingly on their own, hiding her form from view... almost as soon as she had been there, she was gone; to where only she could possibly know...
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 16, 2008 2:24:54 GMT -5
Horacius scowled, looking at the newcomer without a care. He checked over his shoulder for the man who wanted to train under him. Horacius wouldn't just train him, he had to prove he knew what to do, and who he was. Horacius would make Athon prove himself.
But, that was not the concern. Walking by the cocky shadowdancer, he sheathed his blade, looking onward down the path of the desecrated town. There was very little to note, nothing more than he had already done. He would have to travel further into the kingdom to learn more. But he wondered if he would continue on alone.
"Are you coming?" he said to Athon. He shot a glare at Kyle and then turned his back. He needed to start moving or they would run out of time. The necromancer was close, at least whatever the source of this spell was close. The necromancer could have vessels of power he was using, but it all is speculation. Horacius was prepared to find out what it was, and quickly put an end to it. Those who got in his way, would quickly find themselves obsolete. He assumed he'd see the woman again, and perhaps the shadowdancer, but only time would tell...
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 16, 2008 17:11:38 GMT -5
"Yes". he answered and started walking behind Horacious after he saw Naomi dissolve into the shadows. For some reason, he didn't think she was a threat or so he had deduced from the way she had carried herself. He looked at the man who had introduced himself as Kyle and answered, "I am Athon Brackus."
He wondered himself where the source of all this evil was. He had never encountered a situation or a power like this before. He hoped Horacious had a clue as to how to proceed. He thought they could have asked Naomi for she might have seen or heard something they had missed. But it was too late for that as she was already gone. They would have to work with what they had.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 19, 2008 4:27:55 GMT -5
*i was gonna let you two have reign for a bit, but w/e i guess :\*
Of course, she was watching from the shadows, the man from before being gone... To her, the shadow-slip ability she utilized was more of a by-product of her summoning abilities, which she used as often as one could allow. It drained her, in more ways than one... mostly in the fact that it drained her life energy, so using it often could kill her... such energy would restore itself with time and rest, but now was not the moment for either...
She moved to another house a fair distance away, as she'd been instigating her own investigation into this matter. The home she'd entered was, once again, deserted. Sighing, she was about to move on when she sensed a flux in energy somewhere nearby... but where? It was disorienting, almost as if coming from every direction... whipping her head around, she tried to pinpoint it, but still, it was to no avail. And then, just a moment late, she realized that it was, the moans outside being a dead giveaway. When she attempted to shift through a nearby wall, Naomi simply thumped against it; a symbol appeared in the middle of the room, the pentagon... she was trapped, a sitting duck apparently about to be eaten alive by these flesh-hungry monsters...
*saving the rest for later. get back quick y'all >.> >.<*
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 19, 2008 8:47:08 GMT -5
*Thanks for the post swytch*
Athon looked to a side when he heard wood creaking. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. There was a horde of undead and ghouls moving towards a building. It looked like any other house and he didn't see anything peculiar about it. He looked towards Horacious in front of him, with his back to the disturbance and hesitated. Either there was someone in that house that was still alive or it was where the undeads' master hid himself. He acted quickly, getting the shield back in his hands and swinging the sword in his hands to get it in a upright position in his hand.
"Horacius, there!", he shouted before running in the direction of the group. He wouldn't have a problem with the undead for their movement seemed slower than the ones he had encountered before. But the Ghouls were a problem. They were stronger and faster and took a lot of beating before they went down.
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 21, 2008 2:29:08 GMT -5
Horacius whirled around as Athon bolted toward the undead that were moving in on the small building near them. He ran after him, pulling his blade again wondering when the undead would stop coming. As he neared, he raised his blade up into the air and sliced an attacking zombie in half. Standing there behind his shield, he was prepared for the oncoming army of undead. However, as he looked around, he saw that they were mostly lesser undead, forms that would require control of a nearby necromancer. They weren't strong enough to hold up against attacks, let alone a Paladin and a Squire.
Someone with the ability to conjure these was nearby, and was either using them as meat shields to protect their getaway, or as a distraction. Either way, they were after someone, and they were obviously going to tear him or her limb from limb. Horacius raised his hand into the air, and it began to glow a gold light.
With a chant of a few words, he unleashed another wave of energy, and the lower forms of undead quickly fell. He hadn't seen the ghouls until this point, and now turned, deflecting a strike from one of the beasts with his shield. They were fast, and their presence here seemed odd with the legions of weak undead around them. Horacius hadn't seen necromancy this sporadic in a long time. Someone was conjuring everything and anything they could... Either that, or there was more than one person involved....
Nearly being knocked from his feet as numerous ghouls struck at him, he cut one down with his blade and bashed another with his shield, stepping back and gaining his balance. He waited for the strike of the next ghoul, and when it came for him, he ducked and brought it down with a swift slice of his blade. Turning to Athon, he looked at the squire and nodded.
"Find who they're after and protect them!"
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 21, 2008 7:47:35 GMT -5
He slammed the corner of his shield into the nearest undead and sliced it's head off with the blow. Turning on the back of his heel twice, he cut down two each with each horizontal slice of his sword. The next one in front of him was a ghoul and another behind him. He stopped in front, seeing them both snarling. He looked back at Horacius and and nodded at him, "Right...". He turned around towards the ghoul. There was one more in the way now, snarling.
He was glad his armor was light for what he wanted to attempt could not have been possible with anything heavy. He secured his shield back on his back and taking a step back, launched himself forward. The ghoul in front swung its claws at him but he had timed his jump to land just out of reach of a possible swing. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he launched himself diagonally to a side, spinning as he did so. By the time he was in the air, he knew he was off balance. But he had aimed himself correctly. The sword in his hand took off the head of the ghoul as the two behind it could only watch. He braced for impact as he went through the window, his back going through first. He brought down his sword parallel to his body so it wouldn't hit the window edge and slip out of his hand.
And with that maneuver, he was inside, his back hitting the floor first. He stopped himself and flipped back into an upright position only to hit an invisible force that launched him back towards the open door. He fell face down, moving his sword from under him before he impaled himself on it. He spun around as he got up again to see what it was. He saw Naomi standing inside the markings that represented a large pentagon drawn on the roof. "Don't worry, no one is getting through as long as I stand..." He got to his feet, bringing his shield back in his hand. There he should a feet away from one of the edges of the pentagon, between the trapped Naomi and the ghouls.
He smiled as he reversed the grip on his sword, more suitable for closed spaces. He turned his head slightly, "While you are in there, count how many I kill...". He was going to enjoy this battle for it might be his last. He wondered if this was the reason his mentor had forbidden him to use the Lightbringer, the one that was in its sheath right now, to his side, his mysterious thirst for battle, definitely not a quality of a noble palladin.
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Post by Vaidia on Apr 21, 2008 16:07:31 GMT -5
The 'he' who was so begrudgedly being (mentally) scowled at, the big ol' badguy that was causing so much a muck, well... was actually a she. A rather young she, too, one brightly dressed in orange attire, that had so much life in her gaze that not a person would know, by seeing her, that she was a Necromancer. Or that she could be a rather good one too, if she had something bribing her to be her best possible. Which, right now, she did. Food, of a certain sort. Good, yummy great Food. Rabbit stew. Which is what her master was going to get right now, a nice hunk of a few rabbits to cook up and stew for the eating. And he better this time, she hadn't eaten ever since yesterday morning and also, she hadn't made one single mistake yet. The last few times he hadn't done it was at very similar times, where she thought did everything but didn't so: No stew. But not this time! The task he gave her was really, really easy. There'd be no problem getting her food. All she had to do was keep on summoning Dead Hands and sending them off toward the group of looters her master said that were... well, looting the town.
She could hear them now, just outside the building where she was summoning from, fighting in a skirmish with the reanimated corpses. From what it sounded (and felt) like, the bad guys were winning. But, her master never did say anything about having the Hands actually hurt these people, just to summon them. And anyways, couldn't she summon more if she just called out weaker ones like this? Wasn't it better? The best possible (for the moment)? She thought and hoped so. That rabbit stew was so going to be in her stomach tonight!
A bright flash shown from outside, showing that there was some scary guy out there that could use some sort of magic. Shiney magic at that. That was her one problem with Necromancy is nothing was ever really too pretty looking, or bright. It was all very bleak looking, but some of it was still cool. Other parts boring... But, she shouldn't be worrying about this right now. It was time to make more corpses dance!
Swirling the vile magics through her mind, Inta twisted a few vulnerable spirits from deaths realm and enslaved them into a body and under her control, completely ignorant of the fact that she was very visable to any attentive enough to look through a second story window.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 22, 2008 4:01:40 GMT -5
Naomi glared at the page, obviously annoyed by the young man's silliness. "That's precious" she started in a spiteful tone, "But if you want to be a real dear, how about dispelling this pesky barrier before those brain-munching twits get in here?"
Standing at a pose, she cocked her hips to the left, tapping anxiously on the hilt of her sword, obviously annoyed at being trapped in here... At his second set of speaks, she groaned, swearing under her breath and stating just loud enough that he would hear her 'Men.' Leaning up against the invisible wall, she huffed, rather annoyed at having been treated as a spectator rather than the fighter she was... provided she ever got out of this accursed circle...
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 22, 2008 9:22:13 GMT -5
Athon stopped a ghoul charging towards him with his shield and tried to thrust his sword into the neck but only managing to scrape its shoulder. "I am... a little... busy here and I don't know how to...", he replied, slicing at the weak undead at every pause that had been trying to surround him while he fought the ghoul.
He would have gladly dispelled the barrier but he didn't know how to dispel one of such as this. He kicked the ghoul in the leg and cut off its head. The ghoul behind him swung at Athon and clawed the side of his face, leaving three long bloody gashes, fortunately missing the eye. He pushed his sword into the ghoul and ran forward, pushing the many undead behind it out the door. He backed up again to his original position waiting for the next wave to climb over the bodies of the ones he had slain.
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 23, 2008 9:23:30 GMT -5
Even in the darkness of the night, Horacius stood like a beaming beacon of power. His sword lighting the area with its eternal flame, and his golden power of holy spells pouring from his arms and hands lit the area further. He had plenty of energy to spare, and plenty of ability to cast, but even he could get tired, so casting too much was a waste of energy. These weak minions of the hells were no match for a Paladin, especially the Fallen Paladin. As he hacked and slashed his way though limb and bone and flesh of these undead creatures. Something stood out, in a upstairs window of a building across the way. He glanced up, only barely catching it in the corner of his eye.
A young girl?! Who the hell teaches a little girl necromancy!? He though, slashing through the last of the creatures before she had conjured more. She was indeed powerful. For such a young girl to have so much power stored inside of her, even if it was necromancy, was impressive. Horacius was reminded again of the fact that while the art may be evil, the person wielding it may not be. There can be something salvaged from such a person. He would have to find out. But first he needed to help Athon. He turned, acting as if he had not seen the girl, and moved to the room. He found the woman who called herself Naomi, and Athon fighting off numerous undead that were trying to make their way to her. She was trapped inside a pentagon on the floor. Horacius quickly raised his hand in the air, chanting a few words, and dispelled the aura on the floor, releasing the woman from her prison.
He quickly turned to face the remaining undead, as a ghoul slashed for his neck. He sidestepped it and cut it down with a swift slash of his sword. There were only a few remaining, and they fell quickly to the combined trio.
Horacius turned around to face the others,
"You both alright?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 23, 2008 15:53:10 GMT -5
'About time' Naomi mumbled to herself, easing up a bit as there were no more undead around. "Me? Besides a slightly bruised ego and a few ruffled feathers, I'm fine." Looking around, she saw a set of stairs nearby. "Whoever started that must be around here somewhere..." she said more to herself than those nearby; Naomi wanted to know who did this, mostly because she wanted to slap the person off side their head... and possibly take the head with her.
Ignoring the other two, who would most likely follow, she moved carefully up the stairs, keeping her wits about her for anything that might happen... except when she reached the top floor, there was nothing... She saw a circle in the middle, a smaller version of the one she'd been trapped in, but beyond that, nothing of serious note. Various trunks and wardrobes were all about, which sparked Naomi's curiosity... starting with the nearest trunk, she broke the lock on it and began sifting through, wondering if there was anything of use around here that might lend some clue as to where the necromancer had run off to... People who left in a hurry usually leave stuff behind in places as such to hide them from the sight of common thieves, especially if they're expecting to return for said items sometime soon. It just made sense, really; why carry excess baggage that's just gonna slow you down when you can lock it away somewhere safe and keep it out of the hands of robbers at the same time?
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 24, 2008 9:22:49 GMT -5
As he executed the last of the undead and turned around after checking there were no more coming through the door. He saw Naomi run upstairs. He spit the blood that had poured into his mouth from the wounds on his face and spoke, "Yeah, I am fine. Can you sense who is causing this madness?" He knew the wounds were not very deep and could be healed easily. He would do so but right now he didn't have the time for danger could still be around.
((Sorry, can't think of much right now...))
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