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>.<; Stop it! Your oozing righteousness is getting all over my Rockstar! And it tastes like Lemons! :P I sniff in the sight of such a righteous and foolish warrior. Why fight evil head on when you can rain death from above! Carpet bombing the worldwound with holy bombs with Silver dragons is way more efficient. Less blood to clean off too!
Julian takes his time climbing down.
He takes a quick look around using his darkvision to look at the area before climbing up to report his findings. The ache in his skull was toning down as well as Julian was finally regaining control of his mental faculties once more.
"Gotcha." He picks up a stone and casts light on it before casting it into the dark below to see what possibly lay at the bottom of the shaft before pulling up the rope.
"Neathholm ain't gonna be coming if we don't clear a path..." Fey mumbles, to no one in particular. Grabbing his head again. "Leave nothing unchecked. Got it." He heads for the eastern door with his blade in hand.
Fey rubbed his head, an ache was setting in and he disliked it. More scales disappeared as his bestial appearance began to recede more quickly.
Seeing the hole undisturbed makes him mumble, a painful throbbing in his head making it hard to think. "Curious. Might have another way out..." He turns back to the northern room where the Demon summoning priests had been and searches for a way to advance forward from there.
It'll be interesting to see who joins us. Have fun.
Scales started to flake off as Tarov spoke angrily at Fey. His eyebrows rose at the continued bashing before he shakes his head at Tarov's rant. "What are you on about now Tarov? I gave ya a choice and ya insult me? Ya don't like reality then whatever but I'm not gonna scrape and bow or bite my tongue like some slave to you or anyone. You people need this monster just as much as it need you. So lets find the way out and get to leaving." He turns away from Tarov then, packing up what was important before heading out. He takes the lead heading east to check to make sure the block was still over the hole after the long useless talk they had.
Fey puts the flat of his blade over his shoulder and gives the hard jawed dwarf a narrowed glare of his own. He wasn't scared of the dwarf, not even a bit. He sarcastically remarks at first. "Hotblooded, feh. They don't fight for s##~, relying on demons. Pathetic. I don't know what Starsong thinks Tarov, the gods don't speak to me." He starts tapping the blade on his shoulder as he points out. "Besides that blue girl has probably told others were here and I don't want them hounding us all the way to surface as my ass isn't arrow proof. I'm not an idiot, but right now they are scattered and letting them regroup is beyond stupid..." His face turns grim as he speaks more quietly. "Besides we both know whats on the damn surface and our escort duty won't be done. Demons don't just stop when a city is in their grasp and cultists on our ass makes for a poor strategy. Three Crusades taught me that much so what'll be Tarov. Head for the surface and let them regroup? Or take them out and turn this hole into a base for our own?" Fey's usual bluster was changing into a more fluent speech, his animilistic form appears to be shifting back to normal. His tail was no longer as thick as it was before...
He arcs an eyebrow at Tarov's words, his brutish smile was wide as he responded. "Until we kill their leader, and burn every room in this hole, I plan to keep fighting. It's obvious these a+&~**%s support the attack on Kenebras. How do we know they haven't kidnap some poor sod down here eh?" He looks to the three survivors and smirks. "Don't worry, just dealing with demon happy cultists for ya. So you best arm yourselves because this is gonna get nasty really quick."
Fey takes the lead, scimitar in hand and using his body as a shield as he skulked along. Not to terribly phased by the beating he unleashed on the cultists mere moments ago, he was raring for another fight despite the nagging voice that made him withhold his blows. The knowledge he gained made him smile, if he got to fight tese cultists a thousand times then he could, in theory, kill them a thousand times. Perfect. "So are we retreating?" His sounded almost annoyed by the idea but now that most of his spells were exhausted he couldn't quite argue... He counted the number of bombs he had left and grimaced. "Two bombs left. PLenty of arcana and a few spells left but nothing majorly offensive though..."
Fey nods absently, testing the edge of his weapon as his tail twitched with boredom. It was shortly after Tarov was done speaking before he lifted his head and in a dismissive manner looked to the Cultists. Kneeling down he takes the filthiest loincloth off the mongrelmen and jams it into their mouths and uses the last of the rope to hold it in their like a bridal. He was done hearing them speak, ever again. However unlike before he was frighteningly calm and his eyes had regained their hint of intellect. However the beast remained and it was tired of talking to cowards. "Now that you're done spewing drivel. Heres some news for you..." Still kneeling he presses the tip of his scimitar into the speakers chest, tilting his head to the side as though he were appraising prey. "You and your bed mate are in a hole, watching nothing. You're so useless they had no need for you and stuck you down here because you are worthless fanatics. Your souls wouldn't spawn a pimple on a demons ass let alone an army." He chuckles as he presses the blade harder into their skin. "The only sin you've committed is boring the hell out of me with how pathetic you are. I fear you're wrath as much as I fear a shrew before its crushed under my boot. Cannon fodder like you is useful for one thing. Nothing. Save for sacrificing them so that their betters can rise. When you reach your demon god he will cast you out because, for all your devotion, you. Are. Weak." He punctuates this by twisting the scimitar tip and then withdrawing it as he stands up and moves to the downed mongrelman fighters.
He picks up the Mongrelmens club weapon, testing its weight as he walks back over to them. I'll show you cowards . "When you reach your Lord tell him Julian De'La Fey sent you." He hefts the weapon as he is about to proceed with beating them both bloody and leaving them unconscious on the ground.
He unleashes all the repress rage and hate he has had for so many years, a century of long repressed anger that surged out in the form of a club and battering fanatics that wished harm on the innocent. Once they were unconscious he drops the club on the speakers body and doesn't even look back over his shoulder at his companions. Instead he twirls his Scimitar and drinks down his last healing extract, healing himself completely before speaking. "If ya Hate or Fear me, get in line because I don't give two coppers about it. You cast your lot in with them, harm an innocent and you deserve what you get. Lets get back to Kenebras while there are people left to save..."
The Cultists response gains him a light slice across the throat as Fey pulls away. "Next time it'll be your tongue I cut. Besides..." A war of wills raged behind his hate filled eyes before he smiled broadly. "Ya lost because you rely on gods. So answer Tarov." Yer nagging is annoying the s%~~ out of me, quit whining and let me do what I have to do...
Before they are completely aware Fey slips the edge of his Scimitar beneath the chin of one of the cultists and whispers in their ear as their eyes flutter open. "Best answer him quickly or I will send you to your pathetic god." He presses the blade against their unprotected skin for emphasis.
He grumbles about it but he uses thrbnitsnof rope they found to bind their opponents and once bound he drags them to the entrance and strips them of whatever gear he can. Starting with holy symbols, followed by pouches, potions and weapons.
Fey laughed as Tarov appeared and the demon did not. "I knew you were strong..." he arcs an eyebrow at what Tarov suggests. "Its kill or be killed besides these little s+*%s aren't the leader of this place. We can tie them up but the moment their usefulness is at an end I bury them. As that is what they plan for everyone else." "I think flexible blue girl would have been interesting to 'talk' to..."
"Dealing with these glowing s+#% heads in back! There as lame as my Color Spray!" Fey was annoyed, Tarov was a big strapping Dwarf and besides if he dropped these two he could kill them before Paige gotmad about the whole honorable combat system. B+$&!*~# anyway. An enemy was an enemy until ya killed them. Then they were a corpse. Mission accomplished.
Fey Seeing the strange cultists smiles diabolically and moves towards the cultists. Making sure to avoid the demon if possible...
He gets close enough and tries to catch them in one of his few remaining spells. "Color Spray!" Such a lame sounding spell! He grimaces at the rainbow arc of flashing light that enveloped the cultist(s?) while hoping it would be enough to bring them down...
Fey, seeing Tarov has the beast distracted closes in and slashes at the creature with his magically enhanced Scimitar! However, he trips slightly over one of the bedrolls and his blade goes wide causing him to jerk as he turned his offense into a crude defense...
A Tarov steps back Fey tosses another bomb at the creature with a bark of glee. "Ugly s~#%! Were gonna tear you apart!" He throws the bomb and then grunts in annoyance as it goes regrettably wide.
Nekkids fine. :3 *Mutant Fey* "So.... Whats it worth for me to cut ya down.. I don't work for charity." J/K xD Sad to have to replace those two but *shrugs* Tarov and I won't be able to fight on our own completely. I am sure his Enduring Crane Strike isn't limitless... :/
Fey grunts as he takes a door to the face and instinctively he preps and throws a bomb at this new foe. "Suck on that ugly!" With that he retreats back into the room. Not wishing to face this monstrosity alone...
"May want to ready that flask he gave ya. I think the fight is gonna get messy..." Fey smiled as he draws out his scimitar and heads towards the sleeping area. "Ya want me to attract its attention eh?" Fey smiles broadly cracking his neck as he loosened up for the fight ahead.
"Feh, until they tire of their plaything We best search elsewhere. Although..." Julian, twirled his scimitar and strode away from the hole. looking at the stone table and smiling diabolically. He upends the table and proceeds to roll the slab over to the hole in an attempt to cover it.
Hopefully ensuring that whoever comes back up will have a difficult time dislodging what he laid acrossed the hole...
Once everything was in place Fey placed one of the collected holy waters on top of the piled debris. In a way that if it shifted it would shatter and hopefully harm water was trying to dislodge the pile.
"Suck on that wench. I'll come back later, hopefully she's healed up because next time she isn't getting away."
"She's good at ambushin' which makes her fun but I have to agree. I am sure she has more cowards down there to fight with... We will need more to take her and it won't be easy. Thankfully." He relished the idea of a tough fight however being shot like that again wasn't what high on his list. His tail whipped in frustration like a angry cat as he looked over his shoulder. "Where have the other two gone?"
He drinks down his extract. Chuckling as the arrow popped out of his chest and clattered to the floor. He looked down the hole and grumbled in amusement. "I hate when they play hard to get... I prefer women who are more direct... although I did burn her good, hehe."
I'm gonna eat your blue little female if she doesn't kill me first. Just sayin... >:3 Going a bit Xenogears on her at the moment. >:) Although her first strike was a doozy~ Ouchies! _______________________________________________________________________ I keep looking at crafting armor and items and get excited. Crafting Mastery will be awesome! :D Besides I can't craft cool things until 7th level~ :3
Kinda, I am still free for one handed office work. :p lol which is better then a LTA up where I work. And I started a new job lmao! Now lets hope old Fey don't get himself killed~
Apologies, Was injured at work and am recovering from a swinging load/pinned under heavy load and crushing incident. Luckily it wasn't a direct hit, but I have nine broken ribs and a fractured shoulder and rotor cuff. I am able to still post, just one handed is all! xD
Aww December how the holidays get in the way! Lol :)
The impact of the arrow knocked the wind out of him and so his speech came as a soft whisper. "Finally..." Blood spilled from the deep wound, but he paid it no mind as he looked at the beautiful opponentbefore him. He smiled broadly as his fury welled up inside him. He spoke the words loudly enough so his opponent could hear him. "... someone worth Killing!" While she was nocking another arrow he was already finishing a bomb mixture. "My Turn!" The bomb went off releasing flame and smoke near the blue skinned archer. Before it had cleared Fey came bursting through the smoke with Scimitar in hand trying to pin the archer down in a way that she wasn't going to weasel her way out easily. The smile he gave her never reached his eyes as he planned on killing her...
Still standing over by the pantry alone Julian staggers, gripping his head as his intellect warred with this state of fury he was now in. A silent scream escapes his open mouth as his tail whips around erratically. Must.. remain... in control! However the Mongrelman's words sanpped him out of his struggle as his fury once again took hold once more. To avoid impaling the vile weakling he decided to hunt more prey on his own. A low growl escaped his throat as he looked to the closed door to the east. He approaches it and opens the closed eastern door, standing to the side with scimitar in hand. |
