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Postby Dhark'oor » Fri Mar 25, 2005 10:38 pm


The time is almost right. The last shreds of integrity have faded off their faces like the dimming rays of a sunset. The Gods are dying.

The corpulent beast reclined on the mounds of shredded silks, his form resting on broad supports indistinguishable under the flowing reams of fabric. The roughly bound bones creaked under his immense girth. Their nature hidden by the luxuriant sheets, the bones made it look as though he was floating, spiting gravity with his very presence.

Gesturing feebly with his hands, the wretched demon shook black light out of the grotesque flaps of flesh that rippled on his arms. After a moment's hesitation, the smoky light took life, and drifted away from it's master, searching for it's prey.

When she arrives, I will tell her every last detail. Her hatred of these false Gods is almost as powerful as her spirit. And after I break her, her hatred will be all that remains. She will be nothing but a vessel for change. My change.
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Postby Eltharion_ » Sat Mar 26, 2005 1:34 am

The confusion of his awakening still lingered in Eltharion's mind, leading him in circles of thought. The wretched Gods of Maxim still dared to show their corrupt faces in the light of day. If this was so, why was he awake? He was certain their magic wouldn't have failed to keep him restrained so long as they lived...

Maybe I'm just too powerful for them, Eltharion thought to himself, as he finished dressing himself. The thought was preposterous, but he had no better explanation. Checking that his swords still bore a keen edge, he sighed heavily. He was exhausted, but the need to walk out the aches in his muscles was overpowering.


The last shreds of daylight vanished behind the tree line as Eltharion forced himself down the heavily worn path. He wasn't certain where he was going yet, but he knew he had to get there before the day returned.

It's still not safe for me here...
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Postby Yanisira » Tue Mar 29, 2005 1:26 pm

"Lies." Her voice came in a baleful whisper that carried no more than a few feet from where she sat with her arms wrapped about her waist. "Everywhere there are lies. Everyone lives a life of lies. They've all lied to us at some point." Yanisira's dark eyes stared at the air before her as though she was looking through it into another time and place. "We expected it from the people, but not from the gods." Her grip on her body tightened and the muscles in her jaw tensed. "Each of them promises Light and Glory and the Wonder of their Embrace should you follow them even into death." Her face twisted into a mask of pain as she fought back the memories.

"We learned the truth the hard way. If only you had known to shrink from the Lights..." She stood suddenly and looked toward the large town that was contentedly going about its business a mile from the light woods where she'd made her home. For nigh on five months she had lived in a forced seclusion. The people of the town feared her and the things she said. Priests declared her blasphemous, pariah, but that did not stop her from going into town each day to speak to any who would listen.

"Find comfort in the shadows, you fools!" she yelled towards the town, knowing they wouldn't hear her cries. Even if they did, many thought her mad or posessed. "Evil often lurks in the darkness, it is true! But the greater evil stands in the light proclaiming itself Righteous!" Slowly, she sank back to her seat, a feeling of helplessness washing over her. Her upper body rocked gently back and forth as she murmured to herself in the faintest of whispers.

"Be wary, my child.
Follow not the lights.
They will lead you astray,
to become lost in the night."
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Postby Eltharion » Wed Mar 30, 2005 1:53 pm

Eltharion strode piercingly through the shades of night. The path had trailed off a beaten mess of grass, and then finally had vanished into nothing more than a route through convenient spaces between trees. His drive was unmistakable, there was something he needed to find. Here, in this desolate forest.

After what felt like the briefest blink of an eye, the broken structure of a crumbling house appeared in Eltharion's vision. This is where... he thought, his certainty coming from sources inexplicable.

The foundation of the building was an unwilling victim of time, the upper story had long since fallen in on the ground floor, destroying the unique life that had lived there. Stepping closer, Eltharion peered into the ruin. A clear patch lay near the far corner of the building, completely revealing a simple door which would lead into a cellar. That's no accident...

Suddenly, a noise caught Eltharion's attention. If someone was coming, Eltharion would rather be the first to act. Fading into the darkness, he watched with his keen senses, waiting to see what was approaching.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Thu Mar 31, 2005 2:01 pm

Quaking with an obscene joviality the squat fiend kicked his fleshy toes in excitement. It's anxiety overrode it's natural tendency to be slothful and calm.

Soon she will arrive! Soon it will begin. No longer must I crouch in this rancid cell. The beast's enthusiasm had him pulsing with energy, vile foam frothed at the corners of his mouth, flaking off in clumps of disgusting bile.

Suddenly, the creature's ears pricked up, as though it heard something calling from a distance. Yes. That is the one. Go to her, drive her to me. A pause gave the demon time to effect a snarl on it's face. Serve me! Do as I have commanded you, and nothing else. Now!

The last signs of glee faded from the face of the creature, fading into the darkened shadows of his pocked, fat face. Deliver to me...my weapon. Looking to the far corner of the dank basement, the monstrosity laid it's eyes on the long spear which lay concealed in the corner, behind piles of timber and debris. My...other...weapon.

A malevolent smile crept back across the paunched face of the wretched being.
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Postby Yanisira » Sat Apr 02, 2005 9:18 pm

"Hear me, ye wayward, ye lost!" Such was the beginning of every sermon she ever preached in this town that had once been her home. Today she'd elected to speak closer to the religious sector in hopes deterring the so-called faithful as they went to evening prayer services. The people scurried by her nervously, avoiding her eyes, only a brave few even daring to glance at her gray shroud clad form. Her eyes turned to the setting sun with an angry gleam.

"Cling to the cloak of night! It and its accompanying shadows are your surest safety! Do not be fooled by the hollow promises of deities who care little about your fate!" Yanisira reached out beseechingly to those who passed close enough for her outstretched fingers to brush. Several of them made holy signs and wards and moved faster away from her. Others glared at her, slowing their pace as if torn between the desire to cleanse themselves within the temples or to tear her apart for fouling their garments.

"Free yourselves from the cold and fruitless life and death you will find following the passing whims of the Lights! The ones you call gods are more dangerous than the will-o-the-" A large stone flew past her head, whipping her long black hair into her face. With a fleet footed turn, her eyes sought the one who had cast the rock. A large well-dressed man was stooping to collect another jagged paving stone that had loosened over the years. Others were drawing closer, each carrying their own blunt weapons. The second stone speed toward her, giving her only just enough time to duck before it grazed her brow.

For the first time in what felt like ages, she felt the initial pangs of fear grip her heart. The silent mob moved closer, giving her little time to think before she darted from her place in the intersection and ran as fast as her legs would take her. She was out of shape for this kind of exercise, and she knew it. Only her fierce will to live, to remain in this world to share her message kept her feet moving. She could hear the men's cries behind her as they gave chase. They would have caught up with her easily if several cobblestones hadn't strangely worked free of their place in the road, tripping them up. Without looking back, Yanisira fled the town and melted into the twilight of the forest to the north.

She paid little heed to where she ran, merely seeking to hide from the people. Never before had they reacted so violently to her words. Yes, the priests would come out and have her escorted out, but that had always been fairly civil. She'd believed that the common people at least listened, even if they acted otherwise for the benefit of the clergy.

A flock of startled birds burst from the bushes ahead of her, surprised by her arrival. The sudden noise shocked her into stillness. She knew this place. She'd sworn never to return to it when last she'd left. The crumbling ruins of a once stately manor stood before her, its windows staring at her accusingly. This building had deteriorated far quicker than it should have considering the time that had elapsed since it was occupied. She was fully aware of the reason for the accelerated decay, and for that reason she remained frozen in place.

"It's just a house. It isn't angry at us." Her soft voice thundered in her ears until finally she believed her own words. Curiousity drove her to step past the threshold and see what remained within. She could feel the weight of the past bearing down on her just from that simple step, but she kept moving. She didn't fear the darkening shadows of this old place so much as she feared what memories the building kept. Yanisira scanned the scattered debris and plant life before her eyes fell on one cleared area around the cellar door.

"That should not be..." Her brow furrowed into a confused frown as she carefully navigated the glass and metal that littered the floor. She paused just before stepping into the deeper gloom that lurked below. Sitting just to the side of the doorway was a portrait. Her dark eyes stared at it, allowing the ache within her chest to sharpen significantly as she scanned the familiar smiling faces before she tore herself away and hurried down the cellar steps.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Mon Apr 04, 2005 12:57 pm

Reclined upon his dire throne, the beast napped noisily. Malignant spittle frothed from his mouth as his cavernous maw issued a wheezing snore. Suddenly a mild alarm bell rang through the small basement, shattering the demon's moments of peace.

Gnah? Staggering into consciousness, the creature gazed around in confusion. Is she here already?! This possibility sent tingles of hedonistic anxiety through the bloated limbs of Dhark'oor. Kicking frantically, the beast worked itself upright. Bracing itself for the effort, the demon stood up. The silken chaise of mortal bone groaned at the rare respite from it's eternal burden.

Come to me, dear. Look upon the culmination of all your subversive ideology. Look into yourself.
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Postby Eltharion » Mon Apr 04, 2005 5:03 pm

Peering across the distance to the door, Eltharion tried to make out the indistinct shapes he saw. A mass of black cloud shifted across the moon, obscuring everything in front of Eltharion's eyes.

Damn! Gritting his teeth, Eltharion struggled to decide what to do. There was only one, a small one... I think? Damn. Not wanting to let it get away, Eltharion cautiously approached the door. Pausing just outside of it, he stopped and calmed his breath. Listening, he could make out footsteps. Only one... a light one. Though, the small ones can be just as much trouble as the burliest warrior. Any hesitation was dismissed by the sound of the footsteps getting farther away. The house had summoned him, perhaps her as well.

Whispering softly to himself, Eltharion entered the ruined building. One more, old friend. Dragging his feet through the grit and refuse, Eltharion carefully approached the back of the house. The moon was unveiled suddenly, casting an eerie through the building, causing the ruined timbers to cast horrific shadows across the floor.

As he approached the cellar door, he realized that the figure had descended already. Drawing his swords, Eltharion paused briefly. Just not my night.... Absently hoping that whatever peril was waiting would get his predecessor first, Eltharion made his way down into the basement.
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Postby Yanisira » Tue Apr 26, 2005 10:33 pm

Yanisira frowned to herself as she made her way down the stairs. Things definitely weren't as they should have been in this place. Nothing should have been here. The house was supposed to remain untouched and deserted, but there was something in the cellar. She supressed a shiver and pulled her worn grey clothes tighter around her body.

"This isn't right. We left this place so no one else would touch it." Her jaw set and brow furrowed, she quickly passed over the last few steps and stood before a great mass of a demon. Everything about him felt slimy and revolting, but that held true to the nature of demonic beings as Yanisira had been taught. Her eyes narrowed as she looked upon this thing that stood before her, every last ounce of the fear she had begun to feel draining from her body.

"What are you doing here? We think it unwise of you to trespass."
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Postby Eltharion » Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:02 am

Following the narrow stairs to their conclusion, Eltharion stopped suddenly. He heard a voice coming from beyond his field of vision. Straining to hear, he still failed to discern the words that were spoken.

As he stepped into the faint lights at the bottom of the stairs, Eltharion was surprised by the strange scene that awaited him. Scant inches away stood a woman. Her gray clothing causing her to almost disappear from an inattentive eye. Farther away crouched a corpulent, bloated humanoid. The fat creature seemed surprised by Eltharion's presence, but it recovered quickly. Licking it's greasy lips, it spoke.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Fri Apr 29, 2005 11:32 pm

The grotesque demon burbled with mild laughter as he saw her face. She was even more enchanting than he imagined. Like any good weapon, she would be easy to conceal. A certain degree of malice hid in her eyes. She would be fun to change.

"What are you doing here? We think it unwise of you to trespass."

We? The fat beast blinked in confusion.
The mystery seemed to resolve itself as soon as she finished. A lithe elf silently appeared behind Yanisira, looking dangerous.

We'll see what 'we' can do.

Smiling at the pair, the demon opened his vile mouth. Do you know why you're here, girl? Do you have any idea of how much good you will do us all?

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Postby Dhark'oor » Wed May 18, 2005 6:06 pm

Rocking heavily on it's heels, the wretched beast continued.
You know a great deal, girl.

About the Gods. The danger that lies in following them.
The girl seemed to be almost docile in listening to the demon's words. Trying to glimpse into her true feelings, it continued. But alone you are nothing more than a weak human. Alone.
Seeming to stir some reaction, the behemoth continued. Will you listen to the secrets I have to whisper to you?

Or do you want to remain an empty shell. Useless and forgotten. Like this house?
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Postby Yanisira » Mon May 23, 2005 12:22 pm

"I am never alone." Her voice was hard, but tinged with a sorrow that seemed to draw the mind into a tailspin if one concentrated on it long enough. "And we doubt there are any secrets you could share that we don't already know." Yanisira took little notice of the elf who had arrived behind her as she stepped forward, her brow furrowing into a deep frown of disapproval.

"Why have you violated our space in this manner?" Her dark eyes narrowed as she concentrated on the bone chaise, watching it rise and hurl across the basement. "This house does not like being disturbed. Even though you promise secrets of the Lights that would free the minds of the many, you are not welcome here. We do not like trespassers." Her jaw tensed as she glared at the massive creature.
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Postby Eltharion » Fri Jun 10, 2005 1:29 pm

Eltharion's eyes gaped as he listened to the pointed exchange by the two seemingly supernatural creatures. The words of the beast dangled like an enchanted chime, ringing in Eltharion's ears long after the creature stopped speaking. In contrast, the ice-hard voice of the woman in front of him shattered the chimes, replacing their spell with a musical enchantment of their own.

The woman was harshly confrontational. Given that she was unarmed, Eltharion felt she was, perhaps, too confrontational. Not daring to touch her to illustrate his restraint, Eltharion spoke quickly, and quietly.

Let the -- er -- man, speak. Feeling weakened from daring to oppose the words of the woman, Eltharion sighed. Looking expectantly, he waited for the monster to speak again, so that Eltharion could discern the full scope of what was occurring before him.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Sat Jun 18, 2005 10:34 pm

The second elf appealed to the vanity of the monstrous creature. Ignoring the blustering girl, the squat beast looked beyond her, at Eltharion.

I am glad we see eye to eye, Eltharion. The irony of this statement was lost on the tall elf, who was startled that the creature could know his name.

Do you follow the pitiful Gods of this world?, the demon asked. Do you chase their love? Always searching, but never finding it?

The accuracy of the corpulent beast's words did little to calm Eltharion, instead they further agitated his suspicion. All the foolish mortals of this realm follow one of these worthless idols. Chasing them, like will-o-whisps, into whatever horrible fate lies in front of them.

Eltharion nodded absently, completely agreeing with the demon's words. It was as though the creature could entangle his mind with the truth, and capture Eltharion's rapt attention.

Together, Eltharion we can change all of that. We can remove their lights from the marshes of the world. Pausing, the demon smirked at the girl. We can become the only light. You the flame, and me the oil that fuels you. As the monster's face became deadly serious, he looked back at Eltharion. And we will remove all who lay in our path.

A final violent gesture left little doubt as to whom the creature intended to remove first.
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Postby Yanisira » Wed Jul 06, 2005 10:43 am

Yanisira shook her head, frowning deeply. This was worse than the fabrications of the temples.

"Your promises reek with hidden falsities. Your Light would be even more damaging than the ones of the so-called gods. At least they are fooling their followers with fables and concoctions of little worth." She took a step forward, her grey garments barely swishing with the movement. "The worst lie is one contructed from threads of truth. You would lure in the minds and hearts of the many, giving them hope, and then desert them with greater detachment than the Lights I stand against." Her eyes glittered with anger and fear, not for herself, but for the souls of the ones she would save.

"We will not stand for this. First you defile our sacred space, then you threaten our ministry. This cannot and will not be allowed. Evil shall not be allowed the mantle of Righteousness without a fight." Her gaze darted to the one the demon had called Eltharion, for she was uncertain where he stood, but he was her lesser problem. If needed, she was sure she could expand her reach to control him as well. With a slight nod of her head she flung the bone shard remnants of the chaise at the demon, smiling faintly when some of them missed their mark and thudded into the walls. She hadn't intended to strike him, merely to accentuate the danger of choosing to stand against her.
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Postby Eltharion » Thu Jul 07, 2005 12:53 pm

Eltharion felt as though he was trapped in a horrific nightmare. Whispering a plea for Angelique's protection, he looked at the two others who stood before him. They reminded him of threatened cats. Neither moving, yet both poised on the verge of violent action.

Eltharion flinched reflexively as the confrontation turned physical. Shards of bone splintered the wall, as the beast stood, untouched.

Eltharion felt as though safety only lay in separating himself from the woman. He felt entirely overmatched by both the beast and her.

Slowly backing towards a corner packed with junk, Eltharion watched both combatants, waiting for the next strike.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Thu Jul 07, 2005 1:19 pm

The beast smirked arrogantly at Yanisira. Who said anything about righteousness, Bitch? Clearly not impressed by her minor tricks, he continued. It's not about good or bad, it's about power. Turning his head to face Eltharion, the creature hissed.

You don't want to go there, elf. Trust me. The last sentence clearly startled Eltharion. Almost as if waking out of a dream, Eltharion's eyes cleared.

Don't you see, Eltharion? She is another warped product of the Gods' touch. Completely apart from reality, she stalks around in rags. Talking to imaginary figments. The walking dead.

Noting that Eltharion was still moving, the demon took more drastic action. Using it's powers to wrench several bone shards from the wall, it threw them at Eltharion. Several struck his clothing, pinning him to the wall. Still others, with amazing accuracy, pierced Eltharion's hands, spraying flecks of blood across his clothing as he winced in agony.

The wretched creature grinned at Eltharion. I offered you salvation, mortal. Now you're nothing more than another martyr for a false god.
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Postby Eltharion » Thu Jul 07, 2005 2:18 pm

The creature's sudden attack left no room in Eltharion's mind for uncertainty. The teams had been drawn -- the monster would perish. Violently tearing his hand from the wall, Eltharion issued a groan of pain as his flesh tore. Wiping away tears, his damaged hand left a bloody trail across his forehead.

Reaching over, Eltharion pulled the shreds of bone out of his other hand. Though damaged, he felt confident in their ability to strike true. Looking to to the corner, he noticed a long spear head reaching above a pile of timber. No doubt the cause of the demon’s warning, Eltharion realized.

Waiting for the girl to act, Eltharion prepared to make a move for the weapon, hoping it would aid in the fight against their common enemy.
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Postby Yanisira » Sun Jul 10, 2005 6:18 pm

"We can be bitches when the need is there, and you certainly are presenting us with a need. Already you turn on one who you thought to have follow you with far greater viciousness than any Light. How are you going to gain power if you can't even amass any followers?" Her lips curled into a feral grin. "That is, of course, assuming we let you leave this place alive."

A low rumbling growl filled Yanisira's throat that seemed to be replicated by the trembling of the beams that held the ceiling in place. Her hate filled glare didn't waver from the demon even when dirt began falling from above, shaken loose from between the wooden planks. Her muscles tightened as the wooden splintered and cracked loudly, but still the ceiling held. A flicker of hesitation moved across her eyes as though a long forgotten vision stood before her. This house did not wish to be destroyed entirely...or did she not wish to destroy it? She blinked a few times and clenched her jaw, keeping her visible attentions on the demon, though she shifted her concentration to the unknown factor, the elf. She was uncertain of this one, but still felt that he was the lesser of the possible evils before her.

"You will not succeed, beast. We will not allow it."
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Postby Eltharion » Sun Jul 10, 2005 11:29 pm

Eltharion's preparations were almost thrown awry by the girl's words. Her declaration of alliance with Eltharion both relieved and worried the elf. Though she was clearly a powerful assistant, she also seemed to be entirely too unstable to remain friendly for long.

As the house began to shudder, almost as if it was becoming alive, Eltharion dove hard for the corner that held the spear-head. Placing all of his hope on the usefulness of the weapon, and the reliability of his new-found ally, Eltharion came to a stop almost against the pile of debris. Not even turning towards the confrontation in the middle of the room, he reached for the spear. If the girl didn't protect him, he was dead -- of that he held no doubt.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Tue Jul 12, 2005 12:26 pm

Concern, an emotion the corpulent monster had not known for centuries, flooded his mind. The entire house seemed to shake and come alive at the girl's command. Though she was clearly putting great effort into sustaining her actions, the power required to shake the foundation of the ancient building was unmistakably great.

As he prepared to strike her down, Dhark'oor caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Foolish being! He cried as he unleashed a powerful wave of force at Eltharion, intending to shred the elf's innards with invisible blades.
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Postby Yanisira » Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:23 am

Her hand shot out towards the elf on reflex, grasping at the air and pulling invisible threads toward her. Yanisira wasn't sure if she'd reacted quickly enough, but if nothing else, the fool would survive the blast of power. In the blink of an eye, Eltharion had flown rather unceremoniously across the basement to her side, barely dodging the obstacles between the two of them. She winced as the demon's attack struck the wall, blowing one of the support beams to splinters.

"That will make holding the house together more difficult." She shook her head matter-of-factly and then turned her dark eyes on the elf beside her, barely acknowledging the spear in his hand. "You should be more careful when stealing something in the future. I might not be there to save you." The faintest hint of a smile crossed her lips before the woman again turned her regard to the demon.

"So, what is this that you were guarding so jealously? We can feel the power in it, and are surprised that you were so careless with it."
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Postby Eltharion » Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:38 pm

As Eltharion's fingers clenched around the narrow shaft of the spear, he felt his stomach cry out in nausea at the force that grasped around it. As though caught in the web of a spider, Eltharion was snared and flung backwards by the invisible strands. With all the grace of a drunken ogre, Eltharion skittered across the ground towards the door.

The demon, it's malevolence foiled by the unseen trickery, snarled in anger and turned it's attention back to the woman, as she addressed it in condescending tones best reserved for a disobedient child.

On the note of reservation, enough admonishment was reserved to ensure that Eltharion received a sharp rap for his daring, as well. The girl's smile only barely softened the criticism she delivered. She says to the man holding the key to victory... Eltharion silently rebutted.

As the girl continued talking, Eltharion saw fit to take action, and unsheathed the weapon from it's disguise. The spear was long, almost 10 feet, and it's blade was wickedly curved, surely to inspire terror, rather than for any practical use. In spite of this, Eltharion could feel no power emanating from it. The girl must be powerful, he thought, as he turned to her.

She seemed absorbed in her task of holding the roof up, and Eltharion worried her strength, mental or otherwise, would falter before they could escape the death-pit they found themselves in. Rearming himself with negligent indiscretion, Eltharion lunged far to the side of the snarling monster, a wicked plan forming in the elf's keen mind.
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Postby Dhark'oor » Thu Aug 04, 2005 7:43 am

Gnah! The best cried out as Eltharion was wrenched from the path of his doom. The demon's annoyance was quickly transmuted into fear as he realized that the Fell-claw was in the hands of Eltharion. Turning his rage back towards the petulant girl, the monster glared as she matter-of-factly attacked his pride.

I guard nothing! The creature lied, it's words deceiving no one. Even as Dhark'oor prepared to implore Eltharion for his cooperation again, he realized it was far too late for that. With brash stupidity, the elf launched himself towards the side of the room, perhaps to flank the demon. Not waiting to see what Eltharion had planned, the beast flung out another bolt of force, splashing it like a bucket of water at Eltharion, every drop a deadly, invisible blade.
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