Kain
Monarch of Nosgoth
Patriarch Vampire
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Post by Kain on Apr 26, 2006 1:24:49 GMT -5
Nagir sticks his head out of the inn, lets forth another burp, and yells:
"Come on and finish this already, you're distracting my business."
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Post by bluecommander on Apr 26, 2006 17:23:55 GMT -5
*a tired looking man walks with wobbling feet past the fight between the half-elf and human*
"one side! one side..." *he says weakly and continues to the door of the tavern that he pushes open with semi-charred forearms the still have some smoke trailing from them*
*his weary body is dressed in a long coat that has its forearms ripped off at the elbows* (not to mention other clothes)
*he just manages to scrape his way over to the bar and sits on a stool, lets his head hit the bar and with a face in the wood whispers,* "I need an ale"
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Kain
Monarch of Nosgoth
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Post by Kain on Apr 26, 2006 21:06:23 GMT -5
"I'll buy the mans drink," Nagir shouts as he heads back into the bar.
"So whats up stranger?" Nagir contemplates yoinking a few coins from the man, but then decides not to.
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Post by black heart on Apr 26, 2006 21:21:36 GMT -5
*Creel scrambles to his feet, rubbing his back with one hand where he landed on the halberd's haft. He scoops up the bladed half of the broken weapon, chucks it like a throwing axe just to the right of Tristram's prone body, and advances slightly to the left, trying to hem in his opponent.* *upon seeing the broken weapon flying at him, tristram pushes off the ground with his hands and feet, forcing his body to roll back wards about 2 feet, clear of the halberd, when he regains his footing, springs forward with his blade aimed at his opponents chest, though at the last moment he changes his target to creels right hand, in an attempt to disarm him*
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Post by bluecommander on Apr 26, 2006 21:27:25 GMT -5
Meanwhile in the tavern...
*lifts his head up to cradle into his hands and stares off*
*he speaks in a quiet voice to Nagir* "Whats up is they're dead. I think so anyway... They're all dead, but I think I finished the job"
*rubs his nose with a hand for a moment* "but more than anything right now I need a drink and I thank you for helping me with that"
*he then pulls his hands out from under his chin and shakes his arms in a symetrical pattern to put out what smoke was left on them*
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Reno
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I can't have you do that. No one gets in the way of Reno and the Turks...
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Post by Reno on Apr 26, 2006 21:45:52 GMT -5
*Back outside, Creel makes a snap decision and makes no effort to pull his arm out of the way. Tristram's blade pierces his forearm about halfway between the wrist and elbow, and Creel's rapier once more clatters to the ground. With a grimace of pain on his face, Creel presses forward, impaling his arm up to the hilt of Tristram's sword. By the time he gets there, the wound has closed around the blade.*
"That... was a mistake."
*With a great effort, Creel grins sadistically at Tristram before yanking his arm down to his side, trying to pull the rapier from his opponent's grasp.*
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Post by black heart on Apr 26, 2006 22:05:23 GMT -5
*almost scared witless from the morbid act creel did just to get an advantage, tristram decides this isn't a friendly duel anymore, and that his life is on the line, so he uses his swords full potential, and ignites the flames, but before he could try to dislodge the blade from creels forearm, its riped from his hands, and he jumps away and lands in a crouching position with one hand on the ground for support*
"wh-what are you? some kind of demon? no mortal man, part elf or not, cant take such wounds and keep fighting like this!"
*tristram's eyes start darting around looking for anything nearby to use to defend himself, but all he See's is townsfolk surrounding the pair...then his eyes catch a glimpse of something familiar near by...*
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Reno
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Post by Reno on Apr 26, 2006 22:15:21 GMT -5
*Though Tristram's sword is out of his hands, it continues to do its work. An inhuman shriek escapes from Creel's throat as the skin around the blade begins to bubble and blacken. The sleeve of his tunic also catches fire, and the flames begin to spread.
In a panic, Creel yanks the blade out of his arm and launches it away . It clatters to the ground some fifteen feet away, lighting a loose patch of straw in the street on fire. Creel hugs his now useless arm to his chest as he beats the flames out, then casts his eyes about for some weapon, ANY weapon.*
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Post by black heart on Apr 26, 2006 22:32:31 GMT -5
"heh, so you dont like fire eh? at least i know one thing that can hurt you now."
*then tristram suddenly dash's towards the object he saw earlyer, and grabs it, it was his dagger, he flings around and once again, throws it at creel, this time knowing it wont do more than distract him, but thats all he needs. after throwing the knife, he spins around toward where he saw his blade land, and runs at it, pushing some people to the side, who where in his way."
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Reno
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Post by Reno on Apr 26, 2006 22:45:36 GMT -5
*The dagger lands squarely between two of the ribs on Creel's left side. He does not appear to notice it. Although his arm is still in great pain, Creel's survival instincts kick in and he bolts for his own rapier, which he wields somewhat less effectively in his left hand.*
"You bastard, you'll not get the chance to do that again! Turn and face me so that I may skin your carcass and use it for a new cloak!"
*Creel whirls around, looking for Tristram, and spies him in the street by the displaced crowd members. Mistaking his opponent's intent, he begins to chase after him.*
"Don't run from me! You began this, I WILL FINISH IT!!!!"
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Post by black heart on Apr 26, 2006 22:59:57 GMT -5
*tristram just starts to hear creels words when his finger tips touch the pommel of his sword, he grasps the handle and spins around to face creel, and the blade's flames burn once more*
"oh, I'm not running from you, I'm just giving you a rest, thats all."
*tristram has decided this has gone on too long, and that it needs to end, but the thought of killing fills him with disgust, "how can i end this?" is all thats running through his mind as creel charges towards him.*
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Reno
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Post by Reno on Apr 26, 2006 23:12:44 GMT -5
*Seeing Tristram's readiness to rejoin battle, Creel fakes to the left, then spins back to the right and jabs his rapier forward, scoring a direct hit in Tristram's belly. A wicked purple glow surrounds the blade, and almost seems to flow up the blade from Tristram's body to Creel's fingers.
The effects are immediate, as the half-elf becomes visibly invigorated: his shoulders square once more, his breathing slows, and the fingers of his right hand flex once more, though the wound does not heal completely.*
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Post by black heart on Apr 26, 2006 23:32:26 GMT -5
*blood gurgleing from his mouth, tristram lets out a slow laugh and smiles*
"that...was a mistake"
*and with his free hand grabs the blade that has pierced his stomach, tristram can feel the blade bite into his fingers and palm, he can see the flowing crimson from both wounds driping to the ground, but this holds the blade in place, and rendering creel completly defencless.
with a grunt of effort, tristram lifts his rapier, which seems to be getting heavier slowly, and with most of his remaining might, thrusts the flameing blade through creels thigh, then with the rest of his energy, he pulls the blade clean from creel and hits him in the side of the head with the caged hilt, knocking him out. as creel falls his blade is riped from tristrams belly and hand, making the cuts even worse and tristam cry out in pain.
when he regains his composure, to tired to sheath his blade, much less continue with the banter, he starts to walk towards the inn where he has the rest of his belongings, among which are some magical healing potions he bought awhile back."
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Reno
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Post by Reno on Apr 26, 2006 23:44:14 GMT -5
*Creel's body lies inert for about five seconds before it starts to convulse. As his arms and legs flail about, the rapier bounces away to land at the feet of a passing spectator, who involuntarily takes a step back.
Creel's convulsions increase, and his eyes snap open, though they remain glazed over. A loud scream of agony pierces the air, causing the nearest people to back away in fear. Suddenly, his moustache curls around and begins to spread. Likewise, his hair pulls back into his head as black hair sprouts all over his face.
His hands, all previous wounds forgotten in light of this tortuous transformation, claw futilely at his face, trying weakly to tear the sprouting hair loose. When the same hair sprouts from his now grossly misshapen hands, a murmur of terror passes through what few passerby have not already ran to their homes. Claws erupt from Creel's fingertips, leaving bloody gashes across his face, including the feral snout that now protrudes from it.
The stricken half-elf, if he can still be called that, rolls over onto his stomach as his spine lengthens, causing buckles and straps on his armor to burst. The remains of the scale mail fall loose from his writhing body, which is likewise covered in black fur, though stripes of purplish fur run across his back.
Finally, a tail blasts free of the base of his spine. The last of his tattered clothes float to the ground as the man-tiger that was once Creel bounds to its feet and leaps through the air with an echoing roar at Tristram's back.*
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Post by black heart on Apr 27, 2006 0:09:41 GMT -5
*hearing the monstrous roar from behind him, he turns to see the giant feline-like creature flying at him, with years of training and practice he's able to keep his calm and pushes himself backward slightly with one leg, knowing he could never hope to escape from this attack, he raises his now extremely heavy blade towards the beast and as beast crashes onto him, he thrusts it forward with a might he didn't know he had left in him. the shear weight of the man-beast is enough to easily drive him off his feet and to the ground, nearly crushing him and then everything goes black.
Both man, and man-beast lay there for a few seconds nether moving, as the near by crowd start to gather round the corpses, though something refused to let Trstram rest, something bright, so he forces his eyes open, to see a glint of steel through the back the the monster, light from some torches shining off the blood covered foble. with a sigh, and a godly effort, or at least it feels that way to him, Trstram is able to roll the giant beasts corpse off him.
As he slowly gets up, he walks over to the dead beast and grabs his sword from its chest, noticing the blade went right through it heart, as the blade is removed, creel's body starts to transform back into its half elf state. Trstram says a silent prayer for creel, thinking to himself "no one deserves to die".*
"the least i can do for you is to pay for your trip across the river Styx, rest well warrior."
*with this, Trstram reaches into his pocket, grabs two gold pieces and drops them onto creels body, and begins to walk back into the inn to get those potions, each step feeling like a miles walk.*
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