The Legacy of Marianasu - DM Downrightamazed

Game Master downrightamazed

I say keep it here I'm reading :)

lol k i was only worried about holding things up :-(

@Min: After another drink, Verious answers you, persisting in using Crystianne's delicately raspy voice the whole time.

"Oh, yes. It's required, a certain amount of scrying is, and codified. The number of soldiers is a regiment, or the remains thereof. So if they've been whittled down to platoon-size, that doesn't change anything in the terms. If there were just a cadre, it would still be the same. As for punishment, that would depend on the nature and cause of the breach. We make allowances for many fine gradations of infraction, and have specific violation and penance codes for each. I can list them for you if you have a few days. Well, or you could -- as I said -- pay the scribes' office a visit."

@Belsarious: A well-dressed older male halfling answers the door, peering up at you over ancient bifocals. "Mmmmmmyyyyes? May I help you?"

"I was told mah path tah tha everwhen an ley lines lay through this door."

The halfling raises a dubious eyebrow your way. "Lies. Good day to you, sir." He slams the door shut.

Knocks vigorously upon the door again.....

Min grimaces mentally, never showing it on his face, but a trip to hell for the document could prove...

Useful.

"So Villicent would have access to this codified scrying? And Companions who are bonded to me will be punished as well is what your saying? Perhaps I should visit this office you speak of, granted, I would need some sort of immunity from the denizens of that plane. How could it be arranged?"

@Belsarious: From the other side of the door, you hear the same halfling's voice call out musically; "Just one moooooooment, my sweeeeet!" When he answers the door, he is clad only in spats and a broad smile, his eyes closed and lips puckered up in an over-exaggerated pucker. When no kiss is forthcoming, he opens one eye, spots you, screams, and slams the door shut.

Again.

@Min: "The mere fact of your visit would confer certain rights upon you in accordance with Infernal Law, but no additional Immunities, Certifications, Privileges, or other Honors or Protections are provided for such a visit by this contract."

Verious gazes mildly at you. "Section 1. Clause A."

Perception
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

As the gnome leans in for a kiss, Bel thinks that perhaps it is some custom that he is un-accustomed to.

As the gnome puckers Bel plants a kiss upon the cheek of the cheeky gnome....as he had once seen a greeting done between men.

@Aylaeth: As you are completing your duties for the day, exchanging weapons and procuring goods and the like, you overhear some students talking in one of the coffeeshops about Professor Sundine's bemusement at suddenly being watched over. "He says he thinks he knows where they might have come from, and will one day repay the favor." reports one of the students. His companions shake their heads in wonder.

Then, when you are at the armorer's to get further protection for Tora'an -- the same one Min and Lin visited, as it turns out -- one of the customers approaches you tentatively. She is a lovely human lady, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned, lean and muscular. You'd guess a ranger or druid, based on your knowledge of those classes of people.

"I...hello, my lady?" she inquires tentatively. "Might...I have a bit of your time? If it isn't too much trouble..."

Looking this woman over with your expert eye, you would guess she is some kind of established border guard or patrol. This is no mere sellsword or forest wanderer. Her equipment is in good repair and of high quality. Her bow, armor, and rapier are all magicked. Ada'an reports that he detects none of the telltale dark swirls of evil in her aura, and your own read of her body language (using Sense Motive) confirms this. She seems honest in her entreaties, at least so far.

@Belsarious: The halfling splutters and falls on his back, trying to cover his nakedness. "Ack! Wh-who are you?!"

The door is open, and you can see into the house beyond. It's quite cozy and well-appointed, but otherwise normal in every regard; no maps, no strange artifacts, no auras, just a house.

"Now tha we have properly introduced ourselves!"
Smiles lightly at the gnome.....

"As I tried to explain, I am seeking knowledge an those at tha library suggested this house.....though perhaps they mis-understood wha knowledges I sought....I seek knowledge o tha everwhen an ley lines."

@Belsarious: "The what?! I don't...I mean, how do you know about these things? That is confi-"

The halfling suddenly stops speaking and blinks. Before your eyes, he ages several decades, gaining liver spots and wrinkles and losing nearly all his hair. The transformation is near-instantaneous and as soon as it's done he points at you, recognition clear in his eyes. "Belsarious! Did you get the Geckos I sent? Remember, you have to return them in the correct order, just like we discussed!"

"I thinks you reference is tah mah future self an not nah current incarnation."

"Yet since yah knows me, it seems I have come tah learn tha ways o chronomancy, but I'm startin wit tha ley lines an everwhen."

Min sat back, sipping on the Lesthoan Tea he had sitting before him, he ignored the slight tinge of bitterness now that he had allowed it to cool. The hint of cinnamon though always helped to offset the bad taste, it also helped him to think about what he would do next. "Interesting, I have one last question. What are the stipulations attached to nullify this contract in its entirety?" As he waited he continued to sip at his tea and smile whenever the demon spoke using Crystianne's voice. He found it amusing that such a creature would sink so low as to use her voice to demoralize or unsettle him. After the last couple of weeks of their numerous activities that was the least worrisome to Min.

He did however cast a glance to his newest ally who had remained standing there, quiet and observant. If he had the chance he would speak with them further but for now he was going to use his precarious position to the benefit of his comrades and the Lionhearts. Despite teh peril he was placing himself in...

@Belsarious: "Wh-...you haven't yet been told?" The halfling blanches. "Oh no no no, this is bad. Listen. Belsarious. This is important. I can tell you what you need to know, but first you must do something. You need to make me a cup of tea. In the kitchen, on the cabinet furthest left, is a jar of leaves from the Snow Bud plant. There are not many left so you must get this right the first time. Bruise the leaves, but do not crush or tear them. Warm some water but do not let it boil. Steep the leaves for three minutes. But then -- and this is the most important part -- you cannot give me the tea until I am at least 80, do you under-"

The halfling is cut off then as he suddenly transforms, seeming to reverse age in an eyeblink to the spring of his youth, the wrinkles and liver spots vanishing. His eyes get big when he sees you towering over him. "Who are you here in my house?! Get out! Have at ye!" he draws his shortsword and brandishes it at you.

"I shall make yer tea jus as yah described it tah me."

Attempts to a slumber hex upon the old tired gnome and readies to catch him should he fall alseep.

"You'll ave no need o yer sting...
nestled in yer dream..."

What's the save on that?

18

@Min: The devil pauses for a long tic, and seems suddenly sort of relieved. At last he speaks. "You have a few options, being just a sub-contractee working through an intermediary; all the Lionhearts you contracted could die, that's one way...you could also simply ask for your money back from the guild, which would hold your contract fulfilled and thus ended, or you could declare your contract ended, thus releasing them from service."

Verious looks at you again, his expression still neutral. "You have to realize; none of this is about you. These contracts were drafted expressly for the protection of the Originating Interested Parties, of which you are most definitely not one."

Maiathreen growls in frustration sending a particularly skittish research assistant bolting for the door possibly afraid of being eaten by the draconic elf. After watching the terrified assistant he decides to try a different route.

Maiathreen head over to an unused side room and attempts to contact Servais directly. He lays out different attunment arcane symbols along the floor in chalk.

Concentration: 1d20 + 19 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 19 - 2 = 29

:Servais...we need to talk.

@Aylaeth: As you are completing your duties for the day, exchanging weapons and procuring goods and the like, you overhear some students talking in one of the coffeeshops about Professor Sundine's bemusement at suddenly being watched over. "He says he thinks he knows where they might have come from, and will one day repay the favor." reports one of the students. His companions shake their heads in wonder.

Then, when you are at the armorer's to get further protection for Tora'an -- the same one Min and Lin visited, as it turns out -- one of the customers approaches you tentatively. She is a lovely human lady, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned, lean and muscular. You'd guess a ranger or druid, based on your knowledge of those classes of people.

"I...hello, my lady?" she inquires tentatively. "Might...I have a bit of your time? If it isn't too much trouble..."

Looking this woman over with your expert eye, you would guess she is some kind of established border guard or patrol. This is no mere sellsword or forest wanderer. Her equipment is in good repair and of high quality. Her bow, armor, and rapier are all magicked. Ada'an reports that he detects none of the telltale dark swirls of evil in her aura, and your own read of her body language (using Sense Motive) confirms this. She seems honest in her entreaties, at least so far.

When she overhears the students discussing Professor Sundine and his new arrangements, Ayleath shares a private smile with herself and enjoys a warmth of affection from her familiar, who whispers to her mentally "You did Good work there Mistress. The Master would be proud."

Later on, she waits for Tora'an's new armor, she turns towards the impressive woman who approaches, instinctively putting a hand on the always overprotective Tora'an to steady him. Receiving her own impressions and the mental assurances of Ada'an and the disinterested turning away of her steed, indicating he as well had sensed nothing threatening in the woman, she smiles in genuine friendliness as she replies "I am no lady. I am merely a knight and scholar in service to my God and and homeland. Please, call me Aylaeth. And whom am I addressing? And how may I be of service?" as she waits for the reply, genuinely curious.

And, Um, I myself am curious about just what kind of shortsword Belsarious' Halfling is brandishing. Cause, ah, didn't the little fella come to the door in, um, his suit of birth, so to speak? ; )

Min nods, a wave of relief at having some options open to him. "Interesting, I do understand this isn't about me as I am not a Lionheart in any sense. I find them and their order interesting though. Is there anything else we need to discuss then?"

@Belsarious: Halfling DC18 Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

The halfling counters your hex with an old ward the likes of which you haven't seen in years, indicating he must be a theurge of no mean skill, even as his age and appearance and dress and manner all keep changing right before your eyes.

"Your magics cannot effect me, elf! Have at ye!" He lunges forward with his sword.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Unfortunately, as far as swordsmen go, this halfling makes a great wizard. His clumsy swing at you is so far off the mark it hits the china cabinet next to you, knocking over dozens of fragile artisan dishes and shaking the whole thing, also causing your would-be assailant to drop his weapon clattering onto the floor. "ACK! No! Whoops!" He looks at the sword lying harmlessly on the floor, then up at you. He smiles and blushes red with utter embarrassment.

"Uh...heh...errr..."

@Min: Verious blinks at you and makes a thoughtful face. He then says simply "No." and with a shake of his head he gathers his scrolls, stands, and walks out the front door.

Tarien Desserou sneers at Verious as he walks out, then sits down uninvited across from you. "Sir. What was that all about? Are you in some kind of trouble? My house has many resources arrayed against the Plane Infernal, if there is aid we can render..."

Belsarious formerly unaware of just how far a blush extended...grabs up the sword and tucks it into his belt.

"Tis a robe an tea yer needin. Come and sit fer a spell, I will get tha tea."

Moves into the house not fearing his backside being ravaged by the naked gnome.
"Do.close tha door."

"The good tea is in the upper right, correct?"

I need to clarify a couple things; this is a halfling, not a gnome, and he is now fully clothed. When he changed to an oldster, he gained clothes, and then those clothes changed again when transformed back into someone young, but he remained clothed.

@Mai: Like a shiver, or a toothache, or a flicker of shadow just out of sight, Servais' voice resonates in your mind.

:mmmmmmmmagus. wwwwhat do you want?

@Aylaeth: The lady inclines her head politely. "Ah, I see. It's just...well...appearing as you do, and with a pegasus lord by your side and an angel on your head, I naturally assumed you were a High Lady of some Court or government. A visiting dignitary, perhaps. Forgive me. My name is Aduila Jarox, I am one of the Guardians of this part of the Land; druids and rangers whose life's purpose is the care and safety of a lake or woods or other area, and all who travel within it with good cause and pure purpose. Recently, one of our kind has fallen ill, one who is...important to me. The disease is unlike anything I have seen in both its contagiousness and effects. It started...in...I..."

She pauses, then, trailing off, and seems to think better of what she is about to ask. "I...suppose if you are not who I thought, this may not be of interest to you. I shouldn't have bothered you, I'm sorry. I'll be on my way." She turns to leave.

You have heard of the Guardians, and are recalling what you know of them even as Ada'an excitedly begins filling your head with facts; started over four centuries ago during the Ogrekin Revolts...anyone pure of heart could volunteer...blessed by Erastil and Gozreh...give aid to waylaid travelers, medicine and healing to the sick...work without pay, receiving only pure freedom, and room and board whenever necessary in exchange for their sacrifice and work...said to gain passage to the Green Land and the Elysian Fields upon death.

This...Aduila definitely looks the part of a Guardian, that's for sure.

@Min: Verious blinks at you and makes a thoughtful face. He then says simply "No." and with a shake of his head he gathers his scrolls, stands, and walks out the front door.

Tarien Desserou sneers at Verious as he walks out, then sits down uninvited across from you. "Sir. What was that all about? Are you in some kind of trouble? My house has many resources arrayed against the Plane Infernal, if there is aid we can render..."

Min watched the devil leave, his face completely neutral until Verious was good and gone. When Tarien sits down uninvited Min merely smiled, he wasn't a stickler for protocol's especially when this noblemen was ready to fight for his freedom. "First I want to thank you again, you had no obligation to offer me aid and if you need help in the future please send word to Izmir as they are the ones I work for. As for what that was about...." He sighs, rubbing his head for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "Long story short, I hired a remnant force of Lionhearts to scout and aid Tautha. When I signed the contract with the guild I became a contractee for whatever vile Contract a lionheart commander, by the name of Tanner Stormblade, signed. My contracting them wasn't an accident, I have been seeking out Tanner. Or at least asking around in the hopes I gain his attention."

His smile fades. "So I have been trying to break the contract because I had thought it had been forced on the other Lionhearts, now I'm starting to think they wanted this. So if you have any information on the Lionhearts I'd be indebted to hear it."

Let me know if you need a Diplomacy check~

@Mai: Like a shiver, or a toothache, or a flicker of shadow just out of sight, Servais' voice resonates in your mind.

:mmmmmmmmagus. wwwwhat do you want?

: I need to know everything.

You are bonded to me soul to soul. I am not your enemy I am your ally, and judging by everything Seneferu said you don't have many of those anymore. :

Maiathreen sends across their bond hoping to finally break through the secretive blackblade's defenses and finally get to the bottom of everything.

@Aylaeth: The lady inclines her head politely. "Ah, I see. It's just...well...appearing as you do, and with a pegasus lord by your side and an angel on your head, I naturally assumed you were a High Lady of some Court or government. A visiting dignitary, perhaps. Forgive me. My name is Aduila Jarox, I am one of the Guardians of this part of the Land; druids and rangers whose life's purpose is the care and safety of a lake or woods or other area, and all who travel within it with good cause and pure purpose. Recently, one of our kind has fallen ill, one who is...important to me. The disease is unlike anything I have seen in both its contagiousness and effects. It started...in...I..."

She pauses, then, trailing off, and seems to think better of what she is about to ask. "I...suppose if you are not who I thought, this may not be of interest to you. I shouldn't have bothered you, I'm sorry. I'll be on my way." She turns to leave.

You have heard of the Guardians, and are recalling what you know of them even as Ada'an excitedly begins filling your head with facts; started over four centuries ago during the Ogrekin Revolts...anyone pure of heart could volunteer...blessed by Erastil and Gozreh...give aid to waylaid travelers, medicine and healing to the sick...work without pay, receiving only pure freedom, and room and board whenever necessary in exchange for their sacrifice and work...said to gain passage to the Green Land and the Elysian Fields upon death.

This...Aduila definitely looks the part of a Guardian, that's for sure.

Pausing for a moment as her familiar fills her head with memories and knowledge, Aylaeth has to take a few steps forward to catch up to the Guardian. As she reaches her, the magus places a hand on the other woman's shoulder, guiding her to stop and turn around. A slightly amused smile on her face contrasts the genuine concern in her eyes as Aylaeth says "Ah, yes, I do know see where you were coming from Aduila. I sometimes forget just how blessed I have been by Abadar to have the wondrous companions with me that I do. A part of my quest is to constantly seek to be worthy of the many blessings that have been bestowed upon me." this said with a light touch to Ada'an and a fond look back at Tora'an, who seems much more interested in the conversation since he was acknowledged as a Pegasus Lord.

Continuing as she turns back to the woman, her smile fading to match the concern in her eyes Aylaeth continues "However I am most distressed to hear of the ill befallen your companion Aduila. Before anything else, I must tell you that I am a Skyknight of Izmir, sworn to do my all to aid in the completion of a most important quest, a quest upon which the very fate of the world depends. Yet, that said, it seems that at this very moment I may have some small time yet in Stormfare. And so, while I am free, it would be my honour to help you in whatever way I may be able. If you feel moved to do so, please do continue with the rest of your tale." considering for a second, she continues "Or, perhaps you would prefer to adjourn to somewhere more comfortable first?"

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That's great. Any more (mis)adventures of Min?

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what happened?

Maybe DRA got sick again :(

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Thinking of writing a short adventure....

The adventures of Belsarious man-witch and the elderly amorous halfling......

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The Rise of Kalaroth

He was falling, the painting’s grim future was coming true…

They failed…

Failed to stop the end of days, the return of Kalaroth and the destructive march of the Dragonflight across the civilized kingdoms. Despite being stretched thin they tried to hold out. Holding on to the sliver of hope that they, the Skyknights, could win this that they could pull victory back from the edge of Armageddon. In their darkest hour they struck at the resurrected god with everything they had. Every shred of power they could muster was unleashed upon Kalaroth in the hopes of ending him in one decisive blow…

He was falling now, Lin was beside him. She was unconscious; her wings were in bloody shreds as they plummeted toward the earth below. He could feel the pain lancing through her across the bond and despite the sheer terror of a quick death that was quickly approaching he felt calm. He knew what he had to do, having prepared for this grim scenario the best he could. Flipping himself over in mid air with stomach aimed towards the earth, he held himself horizontally and angled so he fell towards her rapidly but in a controlled descent.

He quickly flew up to her, grabbing onto her neck with his free hand as he scrambled to think of a way to slow their descent. His thoughts were short lived as a crackling *Boom* cracked the sky above. As he looked back, straining his neck in the howling wind as he squinted to see what was happening and his heart sank. His comrades were plummeting now; Mai was trying to stay aloft with Livain dangling limply in his powerful arms as Kalaroth aimed a scornful laugh at the pair of winged elves as they struggled to survive. Damian’s mount appeared unconscious and he struggled to rouse his mount before Kalaroth swatted him out of the saddle. Sending him careening off into

Mai unleashed a massive wave of electricity, which cracked the sky further and electrified the atmosphere with the smell of burning ozone. His defiance was short lived as Kalaroth deflected the magus’s feeble attack; sending it off into the stratosphere before he retaliated with a massive breath of magical flames. As the electrified flames rain down on the falling avariel’s Mai stopped trying to fly and instead wrapped his wings around himself and his lover. He nearly out ran the flames as he plummeted towards the ground below but eventually and painful the pair were enveloped by the flames and before Min could blink they came bursting out of the choking cloud of smoke left over from the dying flames dissipating in the sky.

They were all going to die, they were all falling to their deaths and what could they do now? His mind raced and his strange calm was threatening to shatter as he railed against the idea that the gods would abandon the world to such a fate. HOW COULD THEY!? Then he had an idea, it was insane. It couldn’t possibly work, but it was there only shot or else they would all die this day. The ground was swiftly approaching and in the face of certain death Min focused all the energy in the bond. Coalescing all of the lingering energy as he desperately held onto the mad hope that his scheme would pay off…

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He found himself standing alone on a dark road, everything appeared hazy and out of focus. He didn’t have long to ponder as he noticed something amiss. His left arm was missing, torn from the socket completely and yet he wasn’t bleeding. He felt no pain. He felt nothing at all and then he realized something that stilled his breath.

The Bond was gone.

He cast his eyes out into the dark, his vision was useless in this terrible place and he fought to ignore the fact that he was dead. A disembodied spirit, lost on its way to its final judgment. He cried out for his comrades, hoping, praying they wouldn’t answer. After a long time of shouting he fell to his knees breathless, nearly toppling over and barely catching himself with his one remaining arm. Bloodied and torn tendon’s hung uselessly where his left arm used to be and he cried as he thought of the pain Lin must be in without him there.

He snapped out of his moaning when a strong feminine voice reached his ears. ”I have to say… That was one hell of a fight.”

He looked up and gapped in awe at the woman in shining armor, carrying a great blade of the finest celestial steel and radiating a bright light that made her stand apart from the dreary road he was kneeling on. This soldier woman could only be the goddess Iomedae herself or one of her heralds

He gulped hard and tried to speak but he couldn’t bear to say the words. To have his thoughts confirmed. He wasn’t surprised when the woman answered him, a sad frown crossing her features. ”Cast away your sadness as you were the only one to fall this day. Your comrades are hurt greatly but alive and one of them in particular greatly mourns your loss. Had you not died though they wouldn’t have survived, nor would Kalaroth been brought low.”

She chuckled at his changed expression a mixture of shock and awe. Before he had time to speak she continued speaking a sad smile on her face. ”Of course you don’t remember, you weren’t quite yourself. Here lets walk a way’s and I will fill you in…” She pulled off her gauntlet and extended her bare celestial hand to him and hesitantly he took hold of it.

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”YOU DARE TO WEAR A DRAGONS SKIN BEFORE ME! INSIGNIFCANT WORM!”

The great red dragon’s words fell on deaf ears as the silver dragon roared in rage just before it landed heavily on a flat mountain plateau. Its massive size and rough landing cracked the ground beneath its feet, sending great boulder’s crashing down into the narrow ravine below along with walls of loose snow scattering in all directions. The woman in its claws was hardly worth noting and yet the enraged silver set her down with the greatest of ease before bounding off the ledge and screaming into the sky with blurring speed. It spiraled, dove and caught the other falling figures, nearly overburdening itself with the amount of injured creatures it carried back.

Setting them down it barely paused long enough to heal them, shedding off a wave of warmth and light unlike any seen before just before the great red came thundering down upon the snow covered plateau. The red dragon rained fire down upon them only to stare in shock as the silver’s powerful breath overpowered it completely. With ice covered wings the red was unable to avoid the silver dragon that suddenly exploded from the mixture of smoke and steam. With a thunderous crash they spiraled off into the ravine below. Clawing and tearing at one another savagely but doing little more then fill the air with blood and scattered scales.

The silver fought with reckless abandon, screaming its rage in draconic in ways the great red had never hear before. It’s outrage apparently driving it insane. Finally just before impact the two separated, the red flying low and away from his opponent while the silver merely twirled in the air and landed vertical with the wall face and dug in with its claws. It’s eyes never left it’s enemy as it leapt from the wall, cracking the rock face with the force of it’s departure as it relentlessly pursued after it’s seemingly retreating foe.

The red angled upward, releasing way after way of offensive spells, most of which impacted the pursuing silver dragon and injured him greatly. The Silver dragon continued to heal itself as it flew headlong after the red. Higher and higher they ascended, climbing far up into the clouds and before long they battled in the stratosphere. Clawing and fighting amidst the storm clouds that threaten to bury the region ever deeper in the endless winter that now gripped the land. Despite his strikes the silver began to weaken, the red baited him and struck him time and again. His scales were in ruins, his wings were badly damaged and despite his rage he was on death’s doorstep.

As they angled for position the great red rose above him, blotting out the sun with its own battered wings as it roared in triumph and rained one last flaming breath down on the silver that injured it so. The flames nearly blinded the silver, tearing great holes in its wings and sent it plummeting back towards the earth below. The pain that lanced through its body was beyond madness and yet he struggled to stay aloft. But his opponent dove down upon him, intent in obliterating him once and for all.

The red took hold of his throat with one powerful claw, crushing his wind pipe and laughing as he struggled feebly to injure the red further. Without his breath he wasn’t able to do much more then feebly strike at the red with his claws and lash him with his tail. He did so until the very end, where the ground rose up to meet them and the red cast him down with a near back breaking impact into the rocks below.

He coughed up blood, feeling each rib that as shattered in the impact, its spine was injured, its tail was useless and its wings were broken. As it rolled over onto its stomach, elicitng a weak cry as pain lanced through its beaten body. He struggled to stand just before the red slammed down with its powerful back leg in his back, his left leg snapped like a twig as the fractures broke under the massive weight of the red dragon.

”TOO BAD WORM, I WAS ENJOYING THE HUNT AND NOW I WILL HAVE TO SATISFY MY THIRST WITH THEM.” The silver squinted at the nearby plateau, the figures from earlier were on their feet. One of which was looking at him with such sadness it broke through its rage. A great sadness filled it’s being before the powerful red reached down and took hold of its intact front leg. Wrenching it in such an unnatural way that the silver cried out in agony. Its bone snapped loudly as the red mocked those people just beyond its reach. ”YOUR DEFIANCE IS AT AN END SKYKNIGHTS. THIS DAY YOU DIE!” With a great heave and the screams of the dying silver the red tore the silvers front leg from its socket, with a wet and sickening sound as the tendons and muscles stretched and split apart. Laughing at the now limp appendage in it’s hand the red tossed it aside, letting it land wetly on the plateau where the others looked on helplessy. The red delight in the silvers screams of agony as the red broke its back with another sickening crunch, taking hold of its wings the red ripped them from its back and tossed them aside as well.

The silver was nothing more than a pile of broken bones, blood and misery. The red, satisfied with its victory, picked the silver up by its neck and held it aloft as it spoke low and menacingly. ”YOU WON’T BE ALONE LONG AS I WILL BREAK HER AS…*HURRGH*” The Red choked as the silver struck out one last time, its claws enchanted with holy energy and righteousness from the Shining city itself. He destroyed the reds breath ability, tearing it’s throat nearly out in an effort to carry on the fight. Now unable to speak the red casted the broken silver into the ravine where it tumbled and plummeted into the rocks before finally getting impaled upon a tall sharp ledge that was angled upward just right.

As he gasped for breath, his vision blurring and his heart slowing quickly as it pumped away his life blood onto the rock he was impaled upon. The silver shrunk, changing back into the man it once had been and as he hung there, as the painting had prophesized. His elven chain was in tatter’s, Kalaroth had nearly tore him apart but he had struck a blow to the dragon god that he hoped he wouldn’t recover quickly from. With his last breath he prayed for the skyknights to be victorious that day, that hope wouldn’t be lost and that the innocent would be protected.

He sobbed breathlessly as pure anguish crossed the nearly broken bond. He would never forgive himself for the pain she was feeling, the anguish she would suffer until her dying day. His life ended and with everything he had he hoped she would survive this. His last breath came all to quickly as his heart started to seize in his chest.

”Veara… I’m… so… sorry… Forgive... me...”

He faded to blackness; his lifebow lay near his discarded arm that now lay normal once more on the plateau with his companions…

Oh please like we'd let you die. We'd do like we always do we'd kick down the doors of death and pull you back. ;)

i know ijust like writing stories where the rule of cool is in effect ;)

I also picture a fight with our epic level dudes and Kalaroth not going well hence why somebody has to die. :)

Your turn! Or i can post another thing i wrote up.