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IC - General / Bulwye

« on: September 04, 2012, 03:50:37 am »

A shrill scream pierced through the stillness of the night before being cut short, silence
echoing in its passing. A light shining through the window of a lone house winked out as
it was quickly doused. Light, rapid thumping could be heard as the living occupant rushed
about the interior of the home. Moments of empty silence followed before the night breeze began
rustling through the trees. The sounds of screeching metal was nearly lost in the wind as
the back door slowly creaked open. The shadowed shape of a mans head poked into the moonlight
before disapearing back into the house. Minutes ticked by before the shadow re-emerged, and
began scurrying about the outside of the house shaking its arms rapidly. The figure threw its
arms to the side before freezing as the sound of glass breaking was carried away by the night
air. The figure hunched in a sheltered corner of the home, the a ticking sound carrying lightly
over the breeze as flashes of sparks briefly illuminated the figures corner. The sparks temporarily
faded before bursting to life, rushing around the house instantaneously. Wood began creaking as
the flames hungrily ate away the home. The brilliant flames illuminated the now relieved looking
figure who started the blaze. Taking a deep breath the man turned to leave the scene of his crime
but froze, eyes widening he stared at the tall human who stood illuminated by the fire.

"Hey! What..What do you think you're doin.." The man was cut short as a massive blast of air took
him in the chest throwing him into a large tree. Sliding to the ground in an unconcious heap
the man failed to notice the flames being doused by large blasts of water.

Blinking back to reality the man stood in a densely forested wood, bound to a large tree he
looked around frantically.

"I'm glad you're awake. I worried the cyclone had done more damage than intended."

The bound man looked around in confusion, unable to find the source of the voice, he began
struggling at his bonds in a panic.

"I noticed you use fire to cover hide your evil deeds. It is quiet efficient, fire."

Looking around again for the source of the voice the struggling villian noticed an average
looking human appearing from the treeline. Held in his right hand was a large red rock, in his
left a smaller red rock of similiar shape. "What do you want from me!?"

Without a word the human closed the gap between them, motioning with his hands there was a loud
*POP* as a sword of fire appeared in his right hand. Then another *POP* as a flaming dagger
appeared in his left. With a deft slice the Human cut the mans bonds dropping him from the the
tree with a thump. Staring blankly the human paused, "This is when you run."

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IC - General / Khellandros: Into the Abyss

« on: February 21, 2011, 01:37:51 am »

When the forces of Auxilium raided the abyss, many had a story. This is Khellandros'.
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The narrow ledge along the canyon presented a terrible delima for the third and fourth platoons heavily armor knights. Falling rocks, breaks in the ledge and narrow passes were all factors in the slow going of the Auxiliars. Fortunately for the lean halfling running point the path was plenty wide and presented no obstical. Staying within sight of the slow moving army, Crusader Khellandros kept far ahead keeping a vigilant eye for anything that might present a danger. The scent that wafted from the dark canyon below was an ever present promise of the possible evils waiting to strike. The sound of a man yelling caught the halflings attention, turning he quickly caught sight of Aegis Cyril. Positioned at the back of the Third and at the head of the Fourth he was staring hard at the northern skies. His alert posture quickly changed to alarm as he began yelling orders to the Auxiliars. As one the entire army of Auxilium disapeared behind a cloak of invisibility.

   Left exposed and ignorant of the danger the halfling ducked behind the nearest large rock and stared hard at the skies until he picked out the shape of a massive dragon. A broad smile crossed his small face as he quickly lept from one hiding place to another zig zagging back down the path to the hidden army. As he neared, the dragon turned to the eastern side of the canyon where Aegis Lovire's First and Second platoons marched. A disappointed look crossed the short Crusaders face as the dragon turned, slowing to a light jog he entered the boarders of the invisibility spell. As the army quickly materialized before his eyes they just as quickly disapeared in a blinding white pulse.
   
   A shockwave carried down the path leveling the army and blasting Khellandros backwards into the air. The impact carried him up and away from the ledge of the canyon, spinning his arms for balance he reached the apex of his flight and began his decent, down and away from the ledge. As the trail and army disapeared above him, the halfling quickly drew a small statue from a belt pocket. Opening the top he produced a faintly glowing white feather and held it triumphantly over his head as he plummeted into the swirling blackness of the canyon. Shoving the feather into his mouth, Khellandros quickly devoured it and waited...as he continued to fall. The wall that rushed past him began to slow down until finally it simply bobbed to a halt. Floating in total darkness the halfling smiled to himself,"Thank Markov for mages."    
   
   Looking around for a point of reference the halfling began to drift towards the wall which he hoped would lead back to the ledge, the army, and some actual battle. Grasping an outcropping of rock he pulled hard, propelling himself upwards. Each time an inviting rock presented itself Khellandros would promptly grab it and pull hard, increase the speed of his ascent. As the wall sped past him, a small rock hit the top of his helmet causing his head to ring painfully. Looking up into the blackness, an outline darker than what surrounded him seemed to poke out of the wall above him then disapear. The ringing in his head still nagged at him as the shape poked out from the wall again, this time more blackness extended from the shape then withdrew quickly into itself again. Staring up in confusion, the shape was blotted from his view by an even larger blackness. Straining his head upwards the halfling tried to decipher what the shape was as the large rock hit him in the face, exploding his nose in a fountain of blood, blurring his vision severely and slowing his ascent drastically.