~Mystic World~

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Loathly, Daeron follows the two of them, keeping quiet while they take the uneven path that will lead to the see, just carrying the most necessary. He has always hated to obey to others, especially without being asked before. And now this warrior just takes the lead. Fine then, should he... But he mustn't think that it would stay like that all along the way. As for himself, he could imagine anything better than to obey to this guy. But as long as he remained quiet, should he think what he wanted to, the dark elf doesn't care.

"We'll probably have to walk on all day, and that's counted without resting."

He explains softly after a while, watching the hardly changing environment. Hard to hold ones thoughts together anyways... With a sigh he strokes back a strand of his white hair, then stops for no reason.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, heading to the sea totally unprepaired! Shouldn't we first make a plan? I know for sure that there is that sea-serpent thing, and believe me, it is big enough to swallow all of us together in one peace!"

Daeron shakes his head. How could they survive that long? They'd run into their sure death if they'd just continue. Was he the only one to think everything over and make plans?

"I guess you would appreciate your life lasting a little longer but only today?"

Trying to catch their looks, he crosses his arms.

[Tiberiu911]

(( OOC : sorry about order, but this is just a fast reply to your post, Kuschel))

 

I for one, do value my life. Dont think I came umprepared, 3 days reading a book can teach one things. Trust me, if there is a serpent monster, I know of a weakness. The spell will probally exhaust me, so it shall be up to you two to finish it.

 

Raistlin eyes his companions one by one. He placed his right hand in his robes, as he got a potion out.

Stare into my eyes, Warrior.

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Good Falcath, now drink this.

[CJD]

Falcath, was seized by powerful magic, he saw himself, but couldn't control himself. He fought the magic, the mage had underestimated him. Falcath broke out of his trance, his hand rose, a tendril shot out of his hand, faster than anyone could blink. The tendril was wrapped tightly around the mages neck, slowly choking the mage. He knew it would not hold him for long, so he spoke.

 

 

What do u think ur doing mage?, what has bcome of u?, what forces r controlling u? explain urself NOW!

Falcath dropped his sheild, and raised his right arm, magic surging thru it, lightning dancing on his fingertips.

 

 

I am not entirely what u think i am mage, or should i say Raistlin! my magic knows no bounds, i do not get weak, for i am the magical matrix. kill me if u like but i will come back, more powerful than before.

 

he laughed. then looked at Daeron, he was looking for something to do, but there was nothing he could do but watch. knowing his point had got thru, he released the mage his arm still eratical with lightning.

 

Now speak, explain urself, speak ur last words if i do not like what u say.

[RedRocketTM]

(( Ehm... before I forget, that picture looks nice ;) / order updated! / Added a note section too. ))

 

 

Without hesitation Daeron drops his things, for he had been watching both of them long enough.

His red eyes start to glow dangerously, a sign of sudden anger. Slowly he walks up to what he had to accept as some kind of companions, at the same time drawing his swords. Those are two slender rapier-like longswords, obviousely made by elves. He lifts the blades, his eyes narrowed, stil observing both contrahents critically.

"If you do not wish for me to chip in, then stop that... NOW!"

He bursts out, his voice sharp like his own weapons. What the hell are they doing? Isn't there any way to keep this maniac from acting like that all the time? He might think of himself to be something better, but he's not... Growling Daeron lifts his blades even higher, one of them ready to block.

"Now, get apart! It's enough! If we go on like that, we'll probably die before the sun sets today! I warn each of you, don't make me interfere! Oh and one more thing... If you won't be able to once behave mature, you can do this on your own. But don't expect me to cry for you, if you meet death. And remember that neither of you knows this damned world as I do!"

With another deep sigh he awaits the next things to happen, every muscle tightened in tension. So if all they wanted was a fight, at least he could fullfil their wish, but all within his own rules.

[Tiberiu911]

((OOC: Roleplaying Raistlin is hard. And Vulture, try not to play with an invicible overpowered male without a father either. Its either your a really good mage, or a really good fighter, or a mixed up hybrid. Choose now, cant be both. And if you die, well, you die. And if you want to use magic, yes you will deplenish magicka (energy), like everyone alse, to keep this as fair as possible. Thank you.))

 

As Falcath releases Raistlin, he falls to the ground, and starts laughting.

 

Fool! Humans can be so idiot sometimes, hahahaha...

 

Raistlin realeases a series of coughts and laughters, surprising everyone.

 

You dont trust me. Ha! Why should I explain myself to you? You have dug your own tomb, human! That potion, is the antitode of the poison I applied on you! I didint trust you, and yet, foolish you where. HA! Remember that orange you ate, 3 days ago? I had to make sure you where on my side... So I cast a spell on it,seen and suspected by no one! Who do you think I am? I was one the arch-mage of the black robes, also know as dark mages! That potion... can save your life!

 

Falcaths expression changes, from anger to surprise, then anger again.

 

It also contains.. other ingrediants, for the battle to come. Do you at least know what we are going to face? Fool.

 

Raistlin tosses the potion at Falcath who grabs it in thin air.

 

You have a choice. Drink it, or die.

 

What spell did you cast at me then?

 

Spell? I didnt cast no spell on you.. I have that effect on people. Dont count on my generosity. Who do I work for? *Laughts* My ambition is far wider than that. In around 6 hours, you will die of a most horrible death. Your skin wil burn, and your muscles will melt away, although all important organs will remain intact, for one hour, of deep suffering. Then they will fail, one... by.... ONE! Drink the potion now... Or should I say... The antidote? No ammount of natural desease resisntance can save you. You will have to trust me on this one. You wont like the other effects, I belive Daeron will hate it more than you though. But I swear to you, it is nothing that you have to fear. It might accually help you in the future. I shall tell you later, for now we must press.

 

Raistlin cleans his dark robes, and turns to Daeron, who is ready to attack.

 

Ah! Hello there! Let us get moving, Daeron. We wasted enougth time with this pointless debate.

 

He starts walking in Daerons dirrection when suddenly he turns to Falcath.

 

I almost forgot...

 

He casts a spell at Falcath. Five beams of light hit his chest, slightly burning him, although leaving a scar forever.

 

You will wear the mark of shame for eternity. You will wear that scar for the rest of your life, reminding you not to mingle with a dark mage! Dont worry, I already performed that trick on one of my apprentices... He lived. You will thank me later for the potion.*laughts*

 

Wait, dont!

 

Raistlin walks by Daeron into the forest, and unaware, stepts into a trap. A cord is realeased, and a huge log falls from high above the trees, treathing to crush Raistlin any second.

''Time to see how far they are prepared to go, theese companions of mine, how much they trust each other, Raistlin thinks. Placing my life in the hands of complete strangers. I might really be as crazy as everybody thinks I am.''

 

 

(( Bad guy Text has been deleted, sorry kuschel, it didnt sound as impressing with a book instead of sword lol, gonna have to improvize the assassins. I have the text saved in a notepad if there is something that you would like of it ))

[CJD]

(sorry Tiberiu, i was goin for the really powerful guy, with a big weakness, his know a fighter, his only spells the tendril, and lightning attack)

 

 

 

Falcath, was ashamed of his actions. he had let his suspicion get the better of him. he had been betrayed too many times bfore. After scarring him for life, the mage walked off, then after Daeron spoke, logs fell from above. Thoughts raced thru Falcath's head, he needed the mage, for the battle, and the potion on his belt. He started to run, and picked up his sheild. He threw it, contacting with 3 of the 5 logs, deflecting away from the mage. He ran faster and faster, barely getting there. Falcath stood there, holding up a log with his hands, the other teetering from side to side on top. He turned to the mage.

 

Get away, if u value ur life, i can not hold this for long.

 

Just as the mage got out of the danger zone, falcath collapsed under the weight of the massive logs. He let a groan of pain as one of his knees popped out, causing him great pain. he lied there, with a log on top of him, groaning in pain, his eyes started to water, but he did not cry, he would not let his "companions" see him cry. Just as he had given up hope, Daeron came and rolled the log of him. The male without a father was stronger then he looked, Falcath let out a laugh, as he plunged into darkness.

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(( @TheVolture: I'm a drow, I have to be stronger than I look like. But I'd be glad if you would not play my character anymore ;) I always have to repeat and change up things if you do ;) Ty ))

 

Daeron watches Falcath for a while. With the thought the mage must be more clever than he expected him to be, he smirkes, hidden by a hand to cover his mouth. When he notices Raistling walking into that trap, he suddenly starts running up to him. ignoring the other one, who noticed everything already. So he's to late then, fine... Raistlin was the only one who was intresting enogh to save though.

So he could not hold back a laughter, seeing Falcath collapsing under those logs.

"You are such a fool fighter! Who do you think you are? You should have learned how far you may go! I should better let you die out here, and continue with Raistlin. He seems to know better anyway..."

It was unbelievable! Who the hell taught him that? He could not see a single sign for Falcath acting out of pure friendship. None of them would actually, Daeron thinks, throwing a short glance at the mage, who should be save now.

"But since I'm not one of those cruel and bloodthirsty bastards... I'll save you this time. You have to prove you're worth it a secound time too. Otherwhise... you know..."

With a huge amount of power, compared to his slender body, he leans over the other fighter, to roll the logs off him. While he stands up again afterwards, one could see his facial expressions too well for a moment. Everybody would know that he would let come true, what he just said.

"All right then... I hope now everybody will be more careful, as you've just seen where it might end. We have to make plans. For Raistlin says he already has one, I believe him, but we're just fighters, the ones having to stand in the front line and protecting our mage, so at least we should get along with each other a little better!"

He really didn't want to add the last part, as it sounded like an offer for friendship in the drow's own ears. But to prove himself as a friend Falcath would have to do more. At least it was something that had to be said, no matter by who.

"Only the long we have to travel together off course... and if we value our lives..."

Carefully adding that, Daeron stretches his arms. You don't have to roll away heavy logs each day!

Finally he gives each of them an urgent look.

 

 

 

~Not far away at the sea~

Peaceful lies the surface in the sun of the early afternoon, mirrorng the idyllic nature around it, and the sky above. Nobody would imagine the huge body, moving poundorously above the ground. It hardly produces any waves. Its skin is all covered by blue and violet colored scales. About six huge fins help the solid body to move at all. With soft glowing yellow eyes the sea-serpent watches its way, moving towards the coast continousely. Although it can't see very much, it doesn't matter, as it is dark down here anyway.

They'll come to seek for the isle, that's what it can feel for sure. No one might ever set a foot on its holy land, NO ONE! The monster had been guarding this land since it knew. And in fact it hardly knows anything, but it will always defend it, for no matter what...

 

((Uh... I hope this description isn't the bad I think... It took me long enough anyway... ^^))

[Tiberiu911]

Raistlin awaits as the hude logs treathen to crush him. As he expected, Falcath jumped in and saved him. He couldnt help but leave a clumstery smile while two giant logs crush Falcath. Daeron sets to help him.

 

Oh my, look at that knee. It will infect and you will die.

 

Raistlin approaches Falcath. He will help him, so that he wont own a debt later on. He slips his hand in a pocket of his belt and gets the potion out. He forcefully opens the warriors mouth and tosses its contenets in.

 

*Beurk*

Yeah, thats what you get when you take horse poop along with fro... You dont want to know. If you would have been faster, this would not of happened. Might as well end your suffering now.

 

Blue light charges in Raistlin's fist, producing immense heat around the group. Falcath belivess his last hour has arrived, that his death will be pointless. The blue bolt hits him in the knee, and surpisingly, stops the bleeding. The skin is regenerating itself, and the pain is gone.

 

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What, you expected lighti... *coughts*

 

Raistlin seems to lose his balance for a while.

 

I have not used a regenerative spell in so long, it is mostly drainfull among dark mages.

 

The companions hear something in the woods. Leaves are crushed, branches ripped. A woman in black armor and two men in armor as green as the forest appear in front of the companions. They dont seem to waste any time, as they unsheat their swords and jump at the companions. The man on the right attacks Raistlin, who quickly blocks with his staff.

 

Tell me, assassin, you wouldnt mind holding my staff for a minute?

 

Raistlin tosses the Staff of Magius to the Man in Green, who catches it.

 

I see you are not paid for your brains! Get ready for fireworks!

 

The staff of Magius choses its own master. If someone unskilled tries to grab it, he will suffer a most unpleasent death. The staff has chosen Raistlin as its master, for all eternity. And now some fool has touched it. The staff starts to shine with a blinding red light. The assassin cant drop it, he starts screaming, louder and louder , his hands catch on fire, then his body as well. Raistlin recovers his most prized posession and turns his head to Falcath, who was still on the ground a knife to his neck. He was strugling with the woman. He has not yet recovered from his wounds, he cant get up.

 

Stay down. Close your eyes.

 

Raistlin's body starts levitating low the air. His eyes where shut, as he was prononcing a most complicated magic formula.

 

Date ma' jos De peh Al'a Dac'nu teh Fwut Acumah

 

The woman freezes. Her breath stops, her muscles lighten. She drops the knife, and just as fast, she drops dead. Green light is released from her body and into Raistlin's hand. Her soul.

 

Two more assassin arrive from some bushes. As Raistlin attempts to launch a fireball, he is interupted, as he feels the cold touch of a blade traversing his right shoulder. Darkness invades him, as he slowly slumbers into unconsiosness.

 

Cursed...

 

Falcath mark of shame inflames itself, causing pain to him. It would seem that if the caster of the spell is hurt, so is the one cursed by it.

 

((No, it was an assassin who stabbed Raistlin, from behind. If Raist fells a bobo, the 5 dots will heaten up and burn you a little ~ Answer to the post below ))

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((Sorry for that, but as there are 3 of them left, leave the hero-part to me this time, Falcath. ;) I like Raistlin ^^

Uh and nice pic again. *smiles*))

[CJD]

Falcath barely got up, his vision was blurry. He saw Daeron fighting 3 bandits to his right. then on his left an assassin had his sword thru Raistlin, Falcath's "scar" was burning. He had strenght to help 1 and 1 only. A tendril shot out from his arm, wrapping itself around the assassin's neck. The assassin pulled out his sword from raistlin's shoulder, trying to attack the tendril. it was useless it was like attacking air. Falcath drew great pleasure, from watching the assassin writhing in pain, swinging with all his might, as the tendril tightened its grip. Then one final twist, and a crack rang out, echoing thru the forest. The assassin's body bcame limp. The tendril dissapated, Falcath fell, he didn't hav the strength to get back up.