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« on: September 09, 2009, 06:15:25 AM »
Tanner said he was going to leave. But he didn't.
He slipped into the darkness, wrapping it around him like a comfortable blanket, its wispy hands caressing and holding him as it melted all around him.
Wrapped so tightly, he called as he walked towards the gate that led to the surface.
" Be wary down here. My time is done...."
To the three, his voice grew distant, as though he was leaving.
But he stopped and turned, shrouded in the darkness, and slowly began making his way back towards them.
The three adventurers headed down a passageway in the cave, and he crept up silenty behind them.
Two goblins ahead grunted and squealed at the sight of them, and they drew their wicked curved blades and charged.
The first was Argos.
Whilst the young man fought, Tanner slipped forward and pressed himself against the cave wall, mindful of the swinging blades of both the young Toranite and the goblin he faced.
Keeping the darkness pressed to him, he timed their battle.. the arc of their swings... and seizing the moment, he slipped up stole a potion from his belt... never allowing the darkness to leave him.
The potion came away easily. It was only a minor one... half full as it was....but he took it anyway.
The next was the dwarf... screaming in his battle rage to the honor of Vorax.
This he knew was a simple task. The dwarf had one eye only, and it was simplistic but to slide behind him in one graceful movement and pluck a bottle of ale from the dwarfs pack.
Keeping the darkness wrapped to him, he melded back into it and slipped the ale bottle back into his pack.
As the battle continued, Tanner concentrated and steeled himself, eyeing the woman Rory, the third.
She has skills herself in hiding in the darkness, and a sharp pair of eyes to boot. This would be a real test.
Timing each slash and thrust of her blades, he exhaled slowly... as though trying to enlargen the shadows around him so he could get closer... inch by inch.
His hand outstretched slowly.. perfectly still.... his fingers trying to take hold of a single strand of her hair as she fought, her braided hair bobbing up and down making the task more difficult.
She paused a moment to defend a thrust from the goblin, and in that moment, he took his chance, and with two fingers, snapped hold of a single strand of hair... and pulled....
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« on: September 07, 2009, 06:16:27 AM »
Tanner settles by the grave stone, going through his usual routine once again.
A lily lay nestled beside the previous he had brought, and he kissed the gravestone softly.
As he began to relate to her the events of the past few weeks, he gradually dug small holes all around where she lay, and reaching into a small pouch, pulled out a hand full of seeds, carefully dropping a few into each hole, before covering them back up.
" Just you wait and see love. A few weeks and they will be blooming for you..." he said, and sat crosslegged beside the stone, unfurling a cloth bag and helping himself to a few tasty treats.
" I did what you asked. And.. I tried to be... sociable."
" Some it worked on.. but then.. some it didn't." he pauses to smile a moment, a rare small smile that barely touches his cheeks, " Though I did speak to one elven woman. She was... very different. And reminded me so much of you. So clear minded and positive. Seeking knowledge of Ilsare or.. training or.. the likes."
He pauses thoughtfully, sighing as he stares at the apple he'd been biting into.
"Though I'm afraid it wasn't long before I did exactly what you said I do. I... moped. Hey.. I tried.. I did! And I'll keep trying!" he laughs suddenly, as though answering some unspoke question from the grave stone.
"Others.... " he shrugs a little, "... dont really no what to make of me. And.. I guess thats fine for now. I see so many of them whilst I train in the shadows anyway... they all hover around the vast caves of the Red goblins.
" Sometimes, I just like to listen and watch, hidden in the darkness.
Which.. I must say love... you would be -extremely- impressed to see how well Im doing!!"
He laughs and shuffles forward towards the stone, as though the next words were only for him and her.
" Its so strange. Its.. the darkness and shadows. Its almost like... they're not just -there-... but... they are solid.. tangible... almost alive. I feel so strong and safe when I slip into them, almost like... like... when you used to sneak up on me and.. and wrap your arms around me... embrace! Thats it.. its almost like they embrace and welcome me everytime I move into them."
He smiles and shakes his head a moment, drinking from his hip flask and fastening it on his belt.
"I know it sounds silly but... truly.. I think there's something else there. Its almost like... its waiting to tell me something really important. And.. I just need to practice more and listen more to hear it."
The day passes. He eats his food, lies amongst the grass and speaks of various other things, his fletching, his exploring... until the sun settles behind the trees.
Pouring a few drops of water from his canteen onto every seed he just buried, he kisses the gravestone gently and walks off... and as the sun sets and the darkness approaches, it almost seems as though the shadows bend and lean in to him... eager to touch and grasp him first before all else.
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« on: September 05, 2009, 05:30:50 AM »
As the sun shone down upon Elisa's grave, Tanner didn't sneak up to it.
He strode purposefully, disregarding the few people who sat not too far away, and sat down beside the headstone, laying yet another Lily beside her grave.
Kissing the headstone, he pulled out a pear from his pack and crunched into it, talking as though he were speaking to a friend sat beside him.
"Interesting love. Interesting. Thats all I can say about the past few days.
Interesting places. Interesting people.
From giant caves on Dregar with the fiercest semi-clad dwarf I have -ever- seen, to the Ice caves of Krashin with the most peculiar of women.
I will confess I'm not as skilled as them. Its obvious. But my skills in melding with shadows is growing, and it seems to be the one thing keeping my neck above the water... so to speak.
Lately it is almost tangible. A few tricks I've learnt of camoflague has helped me meld into backgrounds and shadows. It's almost like.. I could tug the darkness along with me, make it gather around me where ever I went."
* he smiles and shakes his head at the antics of the past few days*
"Anyway. I've taken up a new hobby, keep my mind occupied. Fletching. I know. Can you see me over a hot forge love? It's comical....."
* he trails off, talking about various things of his time away, and answering questions he can almost hear being asked by her, until the sun settles below the horizion.
And with a soft kiss to the headstone, he walks away and melds into the growing shadows that dusk brings.*
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« on: September 03, 2009, 02:57:03 AM »
The small flopping pitter patter of goblin feet came from down the cave tunnel, growing slightly louder and louder as the clumsy feet shuffled onwards.
Taking a quick sip from his flask and pushing it in his pocket, Tanner held his swords by his side and pressed himself up against the rock face.
He examined his little corner, where the shadows fell thickest, where the light came from.
He basically "felt" for the darkness and its edges, and when he thought he had found it, he pushed and pressed himself into it.
The goblin feet pitter pattered closer... inch by inch... and holding his breath suddenly, it was infront of him.
Right infront of him.
So close he could have reached out and touched its head.
Its smell came to his nostrils, he could see every scar, every cut, every detail of its armour and the rust on its little sword.
The thing grunted, looking around, its back to him.
It had obviously heard something earlier and come to investigate.
But now it found nothing.
And Tanner stood not ten inches behind it, hand on his sword.
It would have been easy.
Raise his sword, slide it through the things chest whilst his hand covered its mouth.
Simple.
But he didn't, and soon the thing tottered of, grunting and lisping.
Tanner waited a moment, and tried pulling the darkness along with him, following the goblin where it went, trying to play the game again... and again...
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« on: August 31, 2009, 05:59:08 AM »
Tanner stepped from the darkness suddenly, as though stepping out of a door and into the light, not a foot away from Elisa's grave.
The moonlight filtered down through the trees to shine upon him, hiding the dark rings under his eyes and exhuasted look on his face.
He laid a lily down gently, right beside the last one he had left, and sat down beside it.
For some time, he is silent, before he sighs sadly and shakes his head.
"I know you would dissaprove love, but.. I think I need it. It... just makes the days more... bearable.
I'm still out on Mistone most of the time. Met a few half decent people here and there, even if their accent and odd sayings change from one town to the next, some of them are at least decent people.
Made a lot of work, and a small pile of coin... so, I'm going to turn my hand to a craft. Perhaps keep myself busy.
Some goblin caves I came across seem a good place to practice my stealth. The rocks seem to have a red glow, which makes it hard to slip into the shadows... but then.. the harder it is.. the better practice I guess."
He sits for a short time longer, occassionaly taking sips from a metal flask on his belt, before he stands and lays a kiss on the grave stone.
He takes a few steps back, slowly... and stands at the foot of her grave, giving a soft smile.
And then, without even moving, it almost seems as though the darkness and shadows gather and close around him, and if anyone had been watching at that hour... it would have appeared he dissapeared right before their eyes.
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« on: February 15, 2008, 09:30:59 AM »
* an elven Druid squints at the poster, and pokes a passerby with her staff*
"You! Read this for Aryanna."
*she pushes him to the poster, where the flustered citizen proceeds to read the poster out to her and hurriedly heads off down the road*
Good this is. Assist with this Aryanna will.
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« on: February 14, 2008, 11:31:13 AM »
You remember that friend of yours who used to visit Dad... Tark or Thark. He never wore any armour... never carried a shield... but he always spoke of how he charged this battlefield here and waded into battle there.
I didn't believe him too much... but now... I think I understand how.
I've dropped my sheild to a much smaller one now... and... am thinking of getting rid of it all together. It's much to cumbersome and hinders more than helps. I'm starting to learn to cast a few of those spells I learnt whilst in the middle of battle... but it isn't going too well. I can see the benefit if I can train my mind to summon the weave "whilst" dodging too and fro... but for now... its hard.
I've signed up with this Crossed Blades Fighting School. Maybe's they can learn me a few tricks.
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« on: February 07, 2008, 12:56:58 PM »
Well so far... I've made myself useful around town, and made a few friends here and there. Poor Sil though... it seems everytime I accompany her and her friends, something bad seems to happen. She's nice though.... and she's made me a swell looking outfit.
Also made a unusual friend. I remember reading about them at school. A Wemic.
He's so cute and fluffy... whether he's a cat or in his lion form... he's still cute.
Been practicing a lot with my Rapier lately... and have actually swapped from using the huge Tower Shield like you showed me to use... down to just a standard large one. It doesn't feel right, having something so bulky in my other hand. I'd much rather simply not get in the way of an incoming hit, than have something on my arm to deflect it.
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« on: December 16, 2007, 06:41:56 PM »
* The goblin stood infront of the spiral of magic pulsating before him. Sweat teemed from its brow, and it fidgeted with the tight ropes that bound its hands together.
It glanced around the room, vague memories coming back. The tubes lined along the wall.. it could remember being in one. And the one that was smashed... the one the "other" Sall escaped from.
And of course... the wizard... decomposing in the corner.
It seemed so clear now. A swap. A transference of minds. And then zap... put them straight back.
But the wizard mis-judged what would happen when a goblin appeared in Sallaron's body.
It smashed its way through, and killed the wizard.
And of course... what was a man in a goblins body to do? Watch its own body run out the door to freedom? Leaving it trapped?
No. It chased after him... not counting on a slight problem with the transference.
A large human mind in a small Goblin mind. After running so far... the goblin forgot what it was doing... where it was going.... and forgot where it was.
Seems it all came full circle.
It stepped slowly into the spiral infront of it, watching as Grohin poked and prodded the "other" Sall into the one next to it.
How strange it was. Not a few days earlier... the goblin, Sall, had been stood over a cliff... ready to throw itself off... to kill itself... unable to take anymore after the torture and the beatings. Restoration had seemed so bleak and far away then.
And now it stood, glancing around at the people who had risked all to save him. Tegan, Pyyran, Grohin, Saira, Storold. They had brought him to this... a salvation.
Strange how tables can turn so quick.
Tugging on a colour dyed macaroni necklace about its neck, it handed it to Tegan, smiling as best it could... despite the nerves... and stepped into the spiral.
A minute later... Tegan pulled out the Scion of Balance... holding it over the machine which seemed to power the transference.
Again... how strange it was.
The Scion. All those years back.... when he knew there was a reason to claim it, knew there was a purpose to it. How bizzarre it was that it was "that" which was needed to free him.
With a final, deem sigh, and a longing look at his love... the little goblin held his breath as magic crashed on him.....
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« on: December 13, 2007, 07:11:23 AM »
** The goblin awoke, and instantly begain wailing and cursing in agony. It lifted its head feebly, and through tear filled eyes, glanced around.
It lay in a cage, hung from the ceiling, in a dark, torch-filled room. Various tables and cages littered the room, racks, torture devices, the very sight chilled the blood.
It struggled to sit up, but every movement was an agony. Its face was beaten, bloody and scarred. Its clothes and possessions had been stripped from it, leaving it with nothing more than bloody rags, and its left hand was broken in several places, some finger twisted and bent back.
Misery took hold as it struggled to remember where it was... how it had got here.... why it was here....
In the distance, through the steel door at the far end of the room, it could hear muffled chanting and talking, and other than the gentle swinging of the cage, it was all it could hear.....
... with its free hand, it rubbed at its bare arm... where it appeared it had cut a recent mark onto its arm... the words Travie with an X beside it....
... the pain getting too much, it slumped its head back to the floor of the cage, banging its head a few times and wailing...
.. which is when it felt it. With a puzzled frown, using its only good hand, it reached into the tatters of its shirt, felt something hard, and pulled it out...
... torchlight reflected off the dull surface of the key in its hands...
... with a fearful expression, it poked its good arm through the cages, twisted its hand and inserted the key slowly into the cages lock...
... it clicked.... and a second later... the cage swung open...
... the goblin blinked, chewing its lip and fighting back the searing pain that sprung from its movements. For a moment, it looked back into the cage....
... its face saddened, misery took hold, and for a moment, it seemed all the poor creature wanted to do was lay down and die....
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« on: December 11, 2007, 07:07:23 AM »
** The goblin struggled and squirmed in the half-Giants grasp, clawing and rugging at the hand around his throat, holding him suspended a few feet off the ground.*
" Mesh not bloody caresh who you tinks mes is! Gets der hellsh off mes!" it screeched, and sunk its teeth into the half-giants hand.
Barely flinching, and with a frown, the Half-Giant tosses the scrawny goblin off the wall like a rag doll, where it slides and slumps to the floor in a semi-conscious pile.
" Next time we meets... you had best tell truth of who you ares and hopes me not sees you in a dark corner." the Halfgiant mutters, giving a final kick to the collapsed goblin and storming off.
The pathetic goblin begins sobbing, hammering its fists off the damp earth angrily, cursing and swearing, eyeing the mammoth of a beast as it walks off, its huge double axe resting over its shoulder.
" Mes Sall you stupidsh buggersh... and whens mes betters mes gonna kicks your ars...... "
It stops in mid sentence, blinking stupidly at something that floats gently down from the sky. Slowly, it plucks it from the air with its bony fingers and holds it in its hand... almost in awe.
" Mountainsh.... " it whispers to itself, and begins rolling around on the floor, cackling and laughing gleefully. It opens its palm again and kisses the small black feather it had caught, and shoves it safely into a pocket.
" Mountainsh mountainsh mountainsh!" it cackles, practically turning the single word into a song, and waddles its way into Hempstead, sneaking past the guard and hanging around the Orc Basher's shop.
" Toolsh mes up... magicksh mes up.... and me getsh Sall backs!" it giggles, pulling out a daggar and slowly carving some words into its bare skin on its arm. Satisfied, it rubs the wound, making sure the words are clearly readable, and, in shocked joy, it bursts into tears on the steps of the Orcbashers, weeping and sobbing happily.
" Nowsh... " it sniffles, " mes readysh. "
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« on: December 09, 2007, 01:49:32 PM »
** The snow fell slowly around the little goblin as it hunkered behind some boxes, the ship lolling slowly from side to side as it sailed down the fjord.
It kept a distance from the rest of the adventurer's on deck, hardly recognising any of them, though it felt sure it would have known most had it been able to remember like it did.
Toying with the coloured macaroni necklace around its neck, and eating half-frozen food from its orange bowl, it reads and re-reads and reads again the letter in its hands, pausing to smile happily to itself or venture a little cheer.
" Founds him... founds him at lastsh. Good olds Storoldsh! " it cackles, and pulling out one of its many maps, it makes a huge X in the Forest of Fogs on Dregar.
" Goblinsh leader mys foots! The buggersh getting hish arse draggeds to jails tilsh me knows where to go to getsh fixedsh!"
It gives itself another, happy smile, before dumping everything back in its pack and moving over to the group and settling next to an elven cleric who he vaguely recalls being nice to him. The dwarfs of the group however, cast him disgusted glances.
He simply listens quietly during the rest of the voyage, snippets of information coming to him, many jogging his memory of times gone past.
Fisterion... Max.... The white Dragon... the poison... the Dragon hunters... the tatooed people.... Kattyrn....
... all of it was making sense, but the little goblin just couldn't seem to piece it all together.
A few moments later, it had curled up into a little ball beside Allei, tugging its coat around it and shivering pathetically. **
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« on: December 07, 2007, 11:08:49 AM »
** The goblin hovers over the table in the Wild Surge,emptying its pockets of various maps and posters, an Orange bowl and some boar meat wrapped up in rags, spreading them all neatly across the table with its little hands. Then... taking a moment to gaze almost challengingly at the other patrons of the inn, it throws back its hood to reveal its goblin features and settles onto the chair.
Toying with a necklace made of colourful dyed macaroni around its neck, it flips through the various maps, mumbling to itself as it examines each mountain range on it curiously.
Eventually, a rather burly looking man walks over, staggering just a little, a slaps his hand on the goblins shoulder.
" Now 'ere you... we dont appreciate goblin scum in this place... so why don't ya get yer skinny little butt out of here huh.."
There is a slight pause, and suddenly, the little goblin leaps up to stand on its chair and pushes the drunken man back with startling speed.
" You touchsh mes agains and you'll losesh your bloody armsh.... you gotsh dat! Stupid sodsh... I'm "nots" a Goblinsh!!"
The drunk humans face flushes angry red, and seems about to charge forward and ring the little goblins neck, until Ragrian the bard suddenly stops him and leads him away. The goblin, anger smoldering in its eyes, continues to stare a moment longer, then settles back on its chair, flipping through the maps muttering and grumbling.
A few minutes later, it pulls a daggar from its belt and stabs one of the maps with it, sticking it right into a mountainous area.
" Theresh...." it nods to itself, resting its head on its hand....
" I'll bloodysh starts theresh."
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« on: December 05, 2007, 01:36:05 PM »
* A small goblin paces back and forth outside Hempstead, clutching one of the Wanted posters in his hand and grumbling and whining constantly. The guards eye him warily, shooing him off whenever he moves too close to the gates.
But when people leave or enter the city, it darts over to them, leaping up and down around them and waving the tattered poster in it's bony little hand at them.
" Tell Storoldsh! Tell Storoldsh! Comesh see! Comesh see! "
Most of course, quickly sidestep past the bizzarre little goblin and hurry into town... but still it continues to pester anyone entering or leaving town.
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« on: December 05, 2007, 06:36:23 AM »
* The Red bowl sits squarely on the grass, the torn sheet of paper trapped under it flattering in the breeze. The Goblin sits cross legged infront of it, its back to the Wild Surge Inn, scratching its bald head and pondering.
What is it? Where did it come from? The poor creatures little mind just cant seem to recall.
It fidgets a moment, absently chewing on an apple and drooling all over it, when, with a triumphant cackle, its memory returns and it quickly begins scratching and cutting pictures on its arm.... a mountain with a figure falling off, a dogs head and a house on fire.
Sighing contently it drops the daggar and leans back, only to have a poster off the wall stick to the back of its sweaty head and come off the inn wall.
Muttering, it pulls the sheet down and takes a few moments to read it.
It's bloodshot eyes open widely in fear and begins whimpering and whining. Quickly tossing the bowl and paper into its little backpack, it suddenly races out of Hlint, whizzing past startled townsfolk as it shrieks " Storoldsh no killsh! Storold no killsh!"
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« on: December 04, 2007, 11:05:53 AM »
* The little goblin patters its awkward feet across the grass, coming to stop in a clearing and glancing around, sniffing.
It rummages through its pockets a moment, pulling out several News posters and Warning leaflets and drops them on the floor atop what seems to be a map of Dregar with certain locations circled, and across the top " Find Sall" has been printed in huge, wobbly letters.
Then, as an after thought, it pulls carefully out a Blue rose, tucked safely in its pocket. It gurgles a moment, sniffing it, and for a brief moment, cant seem to remember what the flower was for.
Then it blinks as its memory jolts back, and begins sobbing and wailing, whipping its little coat off and drawing out two rusty short swords.
It widens and stretches its mouth, clearing its throat, then begins hacking and slashing at a wooden post stuck in the ground, shouting things as it does, slowly and.... trying to be clear.
" Notsh fairsh.... notsh fairss... nots fairs....." it hacks more and more furiously, anger creeping in its voice despite its attempts to remain clear.
" Mes goodsh... goodsh... nots fairsh...."
More furious, it hacks and slashes more at the post, till in pure rage, it slices viciously and snaps the heavy wooden post in two. A little surprised, it steps back, looking at its little short sword, and then cackles.
" Bloodys hellsh! Paggeredsh! "
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« on: December 01, 2007, 06:34:03 AM »
** curled up in a dark corner of the Orc Basher's, the little goblin rocks back and forth, muttering and grumbling strange words. In it's hand it holds a daggar, slowly and, obviously painful, begins cutting and scratching new tatto's along it's arm.
" Noesh forgetsh... noesh forgetshh.... noesh forgetshh" it mumbles, over and over.
Through the blood, the cutting of an arm with huge muscles can be seen.... and two swords crossing one another, with a fire behind them.... and the picture of a berry has been scratched out.
" Badshh Shall! Badssh Shall!" the little creature suddenly begins sobbing and wailing, drool and spit flying from its mouth as it begins banging on the walls in frustration.
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« on: November 30, 2007, 06:40:17 AM »
** something unintelligable seems to have been scribbled here, but makes no sense what so ever....
... in frustration instead, it seems several handprints have been pressed onto the poster... goblin hand-prints *
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« on: October 02, 2007, 09:14:08 AM »
.... I dragged him behind an outcrop of rocks out of sight, should the Gnolls return... and tried bandaging his wounds whilst he stared dully at the arrow still stuck in my arm.
Without a word... he leant forward and yanked it out swiftly. I screamed in pain and started whacking him.
" What are you doing?! That hurt!"
Then he smiled.... just a little.
" Better your not ready for it. If you were...you tense... your nerves tighten... and it bleeds more."
" You know..." I said, tightening a bandage around some teeth marks on his leg, smiling a little as I saw him wince.... " That battle would have went so much better if you weren't wearing that."
I poked the chainmail he still tried to hide under his coat.
He nodded.
" That much I know... but still....it serves well."
" Not if it doesnt work." I said a little angrily, yanking out another bandage.
He sighed a moment before speaking, his voice sounding distant.
" When i was a prisoner in Frindahl.... every few nights for...as long as I could remember... the orcs tossed me into a pit to fight things....for their entertainment."
" I had no escape.... no where to run. It was fight and live or die. When they started putting armour on me and setting me against more dangerous things to fight.... by that time... i didnt care if I lived or died anymore.
And so...I would cast whatever spells I had.... in full armour. And the strange thing was... in the heat of battle, when the adrenaline is flowing and the cheering fills the air and the blood pours from you by the pint....
... its then when.... it can be done. I used to cast many spell in the middle of battle, with full armour on.... and each time it worked!"
I sat back a moment, regarding him curiously, realising what he was saying.
" Im trying to find it again.... I know its there.... Ive done it before. Something about the feel of the armour perhaps... or the awareness of being in it...hindering the gestures and runes carved into the air. I dont know yet. But Im close to learning it...very close."
He stopped with another sigh, leaning back against the rock, the wounds taking their toll on him. I shifted up beside him.
" But is it worth it..." I said, " ...to suffer these wounds for the sake of learning it?"
He simply looked into the distance and nodded.
" I've had worse and learnt much less."
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« on: September 28, 2007, 07:22:00 AM »
.... sadly.... it didn't work exactly as both of us expected.
One... much more brazen gnoll charged him... and with a flurry of blades... it was cut down. The other's... perhaps seeing their comrade fall... lost all their fear and began charging him.
He stook a quick step back, his blades going back in their scabbards, and began whispering words to the weave, making the intricate patterns in the air... and I recognised the words to Burning hands instantly... a grin appearing on my face....
...the gnolls closed in....
...Vincent finished the spell....
...and it fizzled... nothing happening.
With a curse... he tried to quickly grasp for his blades, but a gnoll bowled him over, knocking him to the floor and leaping on him, hacking and biting anywhere it could. I heard him cry in pain... and tried to rush to help... but the two Gnolls behind me held me fast.
The rest of the Gnolls stopped.... watching... suddenly seeing this man would be easy prey. Vincent clambered to his feet, blood pouring from his nose, his lip, his arm, and a chunk out his leg.... the gnoll rose with him.... seeing an easy and... entertaining kill.
They fought hand to hand for a few moments.... and the gnoll seemed to get the better of him... punching and kicking and biting him repeatedly... till it seemed he could barely stand on his feet. But then... with a sudden leap... Vincent jerked forward, grabbing the gnoll by the neck, and with his other hand... whispered swift words to the weave... and a small icy blast exploded in the things eyes.
The rest was almost a blur. The gnoll roared in pain, and Vincent kicked it to the floor and spun around, his blades suddenly finding themselves in his hand.
The threw them at the nearest gnoll.... which went down in the dirt.... and not a heartbeat later... I heard the same sounds of the weave as he extended his hands to the remaining.
A bright flare of orange.... shrieks and cries of pain... and the sickly sweet smell of burning flesh.... and the remaining Gnolls slay in cinders on the dirt.
I felt the hands on my arms loosen.... and turned to see the remainder of them running down the valley... fleeing for all they were worth.
Vincent slumped to the ground, bloody and exhausted... but surrounded by the still, silent corpses of the Gnolls.
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