Dawn of a new age

[Flipout6]

Rilgomm wasn't hit directly, and he just barely managed to hold onto his axe. He flew right into the stone wall of the farmhouse and lay there dazed, although not particularily injured. He was slow to get up, and when he did manage to struggle to his feet, the lycan was bullrushing the Lich. Rilgomm had something click in his head, and sheathed his axe.

 

"Men, use something that doesn't rely on the material it's made of! A sharp steel object is useless, but the crushing force of a hammer should work, so will a spell or enchanted object!" He shouted. He rushed over and attempted to heal his fallen soldier, but the man had broken his neck and couldn't be helped. Rilgomm grasped his shield with both hands. He was about to bludgeon this thing into Oblivion.

Edited September 5, 2012 by Flipout6

[BaldurAnthology]

Neh'Taniel was not surprised when the beast decided to turn against him. He started soaring around in a circle, and decided to switch to Lightning spells, readying and casting a few Lightning Bolt spells before needing to pause his casting to allow his energies to replenish. He wondered why none of these warriors carried Silver Blades, or anything enchanted. Normal weapons wouldn't do much more than slow a Werewolf.

 

"Why do your warriors not carry silver, enchanted or Daedric weaponry? They are the only things useful against either Werewolves or the Undead. I would have thought it was common knowledge this day and age." Neh'Taniel boomed, his energy replenished enough to cast again, switching to his staff, he began attacking with Fireball, grateful he trained enough in attack magic that it should Stagger the beast, if only briefly.

[nethgros]

The lightning was quite difficult to dodge, and most found their mark, singeing his fur. The fireball was much easier, comparitively, and he moved from it's path. This 'dance' wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he planned on killing this lich, so he decided to take a more tactical approach. He stopped, looked for the closest mortal -the one who's throat was previously missing- and planned to use him as a human shield, knocking him down, then picking him up by the shoulder in his teeth.

[nethgros]

Edit: Double post Edited September 5, 2012 by nethgros

[BaldurAnthology]

The lich noted the use of the corpse as a shield, and decided to surprise the Werewolf, and cast Resurrect Corpse on the body, causing it to raise as a zombie and begin hitting the werewolf with the mace it wielded. He also cast Flame Cloak, hoping to give the Werewolf another reason to stay back, shooting more fireballs out of his staff, inserting a soul gem to refill it's energies when the staff would no longer fire, and firing again.

[Flipout6]

Rilgomm sighed. He himself was sometimes confused about why they didn't carry silver weapons. Daedric weapons were obviously too rare to supply them all, and as far as he knew those wizards in Kvatch hed most of the enchanting knowledge in the entire province. As for silver, he supposed there just wasn't enough silver around Cheydinhal to supply all of the Knights. It fell to enchantment later to have his weapons affect werewolves and spectral undead.

 

"The werewolves I've heard stories of and had experience with have no resistance to normal weapons, merely a weakness to silver ones. This one is also transformed during the day, that makes me think there's something else at work here." He shouted. "And even Cheydinhal doesn't have the silver to supply an entire small army." He rushed the werewolf from the rear, noting its use of a human shield, the same man he had healed previously. Must have also been the man that was slammed into a tree. Rilgomm had an idea.

 

When that corpse returned to ashes it would drop the mace, which relied on force instead of laceration to destroy enemies, and force was something that the werewolf wouldn't be particularily resistant to. If something heavy fell on it, like a large rock, it would be injured. A mace used the same kind of bone-breaking force. Until then, he'd hit it with his shield. Charging up the beast's back and gripping its fur, Rilgomm bashed it repeatedly on the head as hard as he could. His shield was made of very solid wood and steel, it packed a good punch, even if it was no weapon.

Edited September 5, 2012 by Flipout6

[nethgros]

Rend continued using the zombie as a shield even after it began to hit him, when suddenly the nord who he had knocked down earlier ran up from behind and began bashing his shield on his head. This further added on to his already burning rage, and fueled his bloodlust. Rend threw the corpse at the lich, but held behind the mace, which he threw separately at the lich. He then turned around to the nord, planning on clamping down on his throat in his teeth.

[Flipout6]

Rilgomm was nearly thrown off its back when the werewolf whirled around to attack him. He guessed it wasn't smart enough to realise that's where he was. Either that, or he had made it angry. He flew around its shoulder so that he was still hanging on, but dangling in front of the beast, not a good place to be. Still, he took advantage of the brutal momentun to use the wolf's own power against it, angling his shield sideways so that the edge would hit it as opposed to the whole shield, which on a regular, man-powered strike would place several times the amount of force into a single, small area, while still crushing obstacles in its path instead of slicing or cutting it. This kind of blow would likely kill a regular man, and the werewolf had helped power the strike. Still, whether the blow was fatal or not remained yet to be seen. Edited September 6, 2012 by Flipout6

[BaldurAnthology]

Neh'Taniel blasted the zombie into ash, but was unable to counter the mace, which lodged itself in his ribcage. He yanked it out, breaking several ribs, which began mending themselves, and threw the mace to the Nord, who was now clinging onto the beast's back.

 

"Foolish dog! A Lich can only be truly destroyed if you break that which houses it's soul! That is guarded, and hidden away. If you destroy this form, it will repair itself, in time. It may take hours, or days, but it will repair. You, however, may be fueled partially by a Daedric Lord, but as such, you are fueled by it's Corruption. There are ways to counter this." The lich readied itself for a powerful strike, which would likely cause his essences to dissipate, but would most likely either severely wound or kill the beast. It also should cause a debilitating fear.

 

"Nord. I leave this beast to you. Once I cast this, I will likely be dispelled. If I am not, I will be in no shape to fight, and will need to make a retreat until my essences restore themselves. Good Luck." He began chanting an ancient Necromantic spell, one that should cause a severe injury and, with luck, cause the beast to become afraid. He had gained this by making a deal with the beings housed in Crystal within the Soul Cairn. He uttered the final syllables and his form collapsed, weak, unable to fly, or cast anymore. He began slowly dragging himself back to his tomb.

[Flipout6]

The shield rammed into the beast's head as Rilgomm flew around, and he just barely managed to catch the mace, leaping off the lycan before it could take advantage of his vulnerable position. He landed and rolled into the dirt, springing quickly to his feet. His men were smart enough not to attack the beast while he was on it, and hung back, waiting for the oppurtunity to strike. Rilgomm was puzzled about one thing, and disgruntled about the other. He was puzzled about how resilient the monster seemed to be, it had been cut, (like, bleeding.) dozens of times already, by experienced warriors, and it was fairly common knowledge that werewolves were weak against silver, but perfectly susceptible to regular attacks. He was disgruntled about none of his men using silver weapons, and he was no exception, no matter how long he'd been meaning to get it enchanted. He liked to lead by example, and yet here I had failed to completely do so. He brought the mace up in a diagonal strike, aiming for the werewolf's chin.