~Mystic World~

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Scythe lifted his head once more, to the sound of a new voice. The one called Daeron. He was leaning against a tree, across the clearing.

 

*caugh, caugh*

 

If you don't like the way I ask, then maybe I should have killed you in your sleep, eh? Besides, what is there to see through? Hahaha. Now, if you were to be ever so kind as to let me rest for a moment, unless your... mages... pah, were to heal me, so we could be on our way. That is, if you were to allow me...

 

Scythe pulls himself up to the charred tree, and sits against it, pondering the thoughts now occupying his head:

Hmm, I don't like this Raistlin character, he is too complex for me to read, which will only lead to trouble... But Falcath and Daeron seem to be formidable allies. I will watch this Daeron guy a little closer however, find out his strengths and weaknesses...

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It is setled then. We shall embark on this great journey. , Raistlin snarled.

 

Raistlin could fell the cold wind current, comming from up north, at the sea. He revised his spell, and risked an eye at Falcath, while holding the empty potion bottle in his hand.

 

This will be most interesting, Raistlin said softly. He looked at his companions. Daeron's mind was somewhere alse and Falcath kept an eye on Scythe. As for the assassin himself, he seemed to keep watching Daeron and Falcath continously, and whenever Raistlin looked at him, he turned his head in another dirrection. He cant read my mind, Raistlin noticed. A small flashback occurs to him:

 

"'I understand,' Raistlin said calmly.

I wish I did, Tanis thought bitterly. I wish I understood what was going on in that mind of yours, mage." (237)

 

As he woke up from his dreamery, they where walking up hill. As they reached its peek, one could see the distant sea at the horrizon, waves waging wars. Using his power of will, he attemped to search for this giant creature, but in vain. He was too far. Between them at the sea however, laid a dark forrest. As dawn approached, the group could hear horrifing screaming in the forest.

 

Something tells me that entering this forest at night is not such a good idea, Falcath constatated.

 

Raistlin looked at him. He was right, entering a forest full of undead was not wise.

 

Only fools dare to attack a dark mage, wispered Raistlin, in a voice that was not his own. The mage has entered a trance. The moon shined in the sky, doubling his great magical powers. He looked over at Daeron.

 

We must go, if we wish to reach the sea today. As long as you stay with me, you should be safe. He eyed the group. If you peed your pants already, now is the time to turn back. I will enter this evil domain.

 

Raistlin stood there, in front of the little road leading in the Dark Forest. The wind doubled in intensity. His black cloak was floating in the air, giving him a somewhat mystical fantasy hero look. He removed his hood, for the first time since he has been with the companions. His white hair now danced in rythm with the wind. He looked at the 3 men in fron of him, and sighted. He turned his back, and stepted in the forest, a smile on his face. We dont have all day, Raistlin commented sarcastically in his whispering voice. Indeed, they havent. The sun set, and darkness invaded the lands. Wolves where howling, and creatures where screaming. This was more than enought to set fear in any man's hearts.

 

The future changes as we stand here, else we are the game pieces of the gods, not their heirs, as we have been promised (( this is an accual quote)). I will teach you to master your fear, or use its strength. To make it serve you, not the other way around. If we stop living because we fear death, then we have already died.

 

Not awaiting any further answers, Raistlin takes his leave.

 

Sharak!

 

Slight green light illuminates the road. Shadows where moving in the trees, but none approached Raistlin. He turned back to his companions, who where about 6 feet away.

 

Skeletons. White Wolves. And worse, Dark Elf ghost, who where condammed to live a suffering eternal existence for their terrible crimes. If they touch you, you shall die. Their scream shall paralize you. They will not dare attack you near me however. Unfortunatly, this is the only road to the sea. Let us depart at once, snarled Raistlin.

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Daeron watches the forest before them from the peak of the hill. When they walk on he follows quietly. It seems like he would not hear the spoken words, his thoughts far away, but when Raistlin takes the first steps into the the wood, he shrugs, following him again.

"They fear the light."

Is all he replies to the mages' words, a short smile on his lips, leaving open what was meant by that. In fact, he doesn't fear the creatures here. There are no narrow tunnels, where there's no way to escape. They're all outside, with enough space to act.

"Never mind the way. Let's just walk straight on. Oh, and watch out for some traps. It might be that somebody stil awaits our arrival."

Full of expactation he pats Raistlins shoulder, then walking on. It was time for a real adventure. What were those poorly assasins compared to a forest full of undead? Really, he was only waiting for a chance to prove his abillities to himself. Silently he draws his blades, stepping out ouf the mages' light radius. With one hand he pulls over his hood while holding one of his swords. His white hair would probably squeal him.

For a short moment he looks back at his companions.

"C'mon, don't look at me like that. You would not expect me to run away in fear, would you? Believe it or not, nothing is as dangerous and leathal than the underdark."

Hiding in the shadows of the trees he grins. Another shadow appears in his back, ready to hit him. Only in the last secound Daeron quickly turns around, lifting his blades to cut off the head of this creature, almost producing no sound. Shruging again he takes another few steps forwards. If the assassin was familliar with his "job", he would know well how to protect himself, Raistlin shouldn't have any problem either, only when it comes to Falcath he isn't really sure.

Everytime he feels safe, he takes a look back over his shoulder.

The nearer they walk up to the see, the more the smell of salty water blows away the thick air of the forest.

Deeply breathing Daeron rushes through the trees. It looks like he never did anything else in his life. He seems to be familiar with woods and how to move silently. Even avoiding branches lying on the ground, which would squeal him by an annoying sound, seems to be no problem for him. Moving like a shadow he walks his way through the dark forest, his blades sliding through the flesh of those who dare to attack him.

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Daeron dashes into the woods, cutting down those who seek to harm him, rushing beside the party. Raistlin and Falcath illuminated by the light of Raistlin's staff. But Scythe hung back, he hated the light. His years of living in the darkness gave him a permanent night eye. But light, it was soo blinding. The creatures that lurked in the shadows niether scared him or hurt him. They just acknowalaged he was there, and left him be. He had walked through these forests before, Scythe traveled through them at night often to cut off merchants passing by the roads. He saw a low branch coming up in the path, and decided it would be a good time to take to the trees. Leaping upon it, he quickly sped ahead of the two mages, going from branch to branch. Looking back at the mages, he decided it would be a good time to get to know his fellow Dunmer better. He leaped across the path, and scouted for the glint of steel in the woods... There! in te middle of a cloud of the shadows that resided in the trees! Daeron was swinging his blade to and fro, cutting them down, but he seemed to be fine.

 

HOLY S***! Look out behind you Daeron!, Scythe said into his head.

 

Behind Daeron swarmed hundreds of the the creatures! I best help him! I am aware of his independence, but I doubt his abilities to kill ALL of those, at the same time. Why did he run off in the first place? Pfft, over-zealous male without a father. Drawing his bow, Scythe took aim and began to fire upon the creatures, with arrows whistling over Daeron's head, he continued to hack them down, now surrounded by them. Scythe began to place two arrows and fire, then three, piercing them in the head when possible. Scythe reached back for an arrow, and nothing! His quiver was empty!

 

I'm out! Falcath, Raistlin, get your a**es over here! Daeron needs help!

 

Drawing his kamas, Scyte made a pray to the Night Mother, and leaped onto the back of a larger creature, imbedding his kamas into its skull. He leaped off of that one and landed next to Daeron.

 

Thought you could use some help

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Raistlin watched Daeron as he runned off in the forest. Foolish, he though, but he admired his bravery. Scythe quicly followed. Only he and Falcath remained.

 

Tell me knight, why you above them all, walk in my shadow? Why dont you run in the forest with them? Why would you stick to me?

 

Falcath doesnt has time to respond, as he and Raistlin hear Scythe voice in their heads calling for help. Raistlin gazes at the shadows in the forest. Blades hit each other, arrows whirling in the air. He steps in the forest, Falcath at his tail. He easely spots the drow and the dunmer. Falcath rushes by their side. Raistlin however, sits there and watches them for a moment as the undead approach.

 

Stop, hissed Raistlin. The monstrosities turn around, watching the mage. Raistlin walks toward the companions. The undead let him trough.

 

I though I told you to stay near me, you idiots! whispered Raistlin in his cold voice. An careless undead gets in his path, clearly one of the leader of this group.

 

Haaalttt... Whaat is yourr buzines ghere, mhortals?

 

Raistlin watched him. Everybody did, as the fighting stopped when Raistlin arrived.

 

I wish to reach the sea, undead one. Get out of my path, and leave those fools. They posses nothing you might dessire.

 

The impossing skeleton stood there. Yoou shall not passs. We shall regain our lost honor by deafeating you, dark mage. This shall be an honorabl... He couldnt finish his sentence, for the mage attacked. Half of his body melted. Aghhh what is this! Where is your honor mage?

 

Am I a knight, to concern myself with honor? Raistlin asked. You shall perish for your insolence. No undead has power over me, certanly not when Nuitairi empowers me! Shut your eyes, ordered Raistlin.

 

He placed his hand before him, and every undead at a 180 degree radius dessintegrated. The survivors runned away in fear. Some tried to fight back, but they where quickly overcamed by Daeron, Scythe and Falcath.

 

He severely watched Daeron and Scythe. Dont stay off the road anymore. The sea is close, and the undead shall return, with more than a few skeletons. Unless you wish to fight thousands years old undead dark elves mages, stay back.

 

Raistlin knew what they where capable of, he fought one during The Test. He fought several others, for his power was greater than elf mages hundred of years older than him. But he coul not dessintegrate an army of these, and normal weapons did not hurt them. If they ran in them, they would be forced to flee. Raistlin could hold them up for a while, but he needed to conserve his strengh for the battle to come.

 

And remember this. I did not saved your misserable lives because of tender heart. I need you, especially Falcath, said Raistlin with a smile on his face. Dont expect me to save you once again, if you fall in the same trap!

 

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Raistlin stepped into the light, and soon, the entire undead army fell apart. He spoke a few words and continued on.

 

Damn you, I was having some fun! I called for help, but expected a good fight, not some mage to enter and ruin it all... man I hate mages...

 

Scythe turned to Daeron,

Are you alright?

 

No blood stained Scythe's kamas, as now undead bleeds. He proceeded to pick his arrows out of the heads of the undead, restocking his quiver... Looking back at Daeron, Scythe started to follow Raistlin, muttering under the stitches about Raistlin ruining the fun. After all the mages he has fought, and all the mages he faced, none was a bigger pain then his newfound... accomplice.

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((Oh yeah we need falcath. *giggles* He'll be the light on our daaaark daaark way ;) And Scythe, be careful what to touch while fighting ;) ))

 

Staring at his blades, after the undead have fallen, Daeron nodds. Off course he was allright! Even if he misses the fun now.

"Do you always have to be that selfish? And do you always have to prove that you're the best?"

He turns to Raistlin. He likes the mage for some reason, but his tendency to quick fights can be really annoying. Sighing softly he shakes his head. Fine then! Growling he puts away his blades, then following his companions. Hopefully the fight at the sea will be more intresting...

 

Far away with his thoughts, he doesn't really notice, that they finally arrive on the last hill. Behind it lies the sea in all its beauty. It sees almost too peaceful. Carefully Daeron watches the scenario. Once more he must admit, that he doesn't have any clue what awaits them on the other side of that hill. Shruging he faces his companions.

"Shall we go now? I don't mind, but if we decide to spend the night here, we won't have a fire. It is too likely that the monsterthing that's supposed to live here will react to the light."

Again he glances at the mirror - like surface of the sea. Almost unbelievable, that there might be anything at all, but as nothing is what it seems to be in this world, he will not take it too easy. Slowly he pulls off his hood, shaking his head again, so that his white hair falls upon his shoulders. His eyes, softly glowing turn back to his companions.

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"Shall we go now? I don't mind, but if we decide to spend the night here, we won't have a fire. It is too likely that the monsterthing that's supposed to live here will react to the light."

 

Raistlin nods in agreement. Spending the night here wouldnt be a bad idea after all. Desintegrating so many undead is quite drainfull. Unfortunatly, we have company.

 

Raistlin points the woods.

 

Can you see them? Look closely.

 

See what? whispered Falcath. Oh...

 

Seven wraiths slide between the trees.

 

So they have came. Ready your weapons, they are not brainless skeletons. They are those I spoke about. Dont let them touch you, and dont draw too much attention. The sea monster might spot us. Your weapons cant hurt them. Yet. Raistlin joins his hands together and starts whispering in an unknown language. He raises the voice higher and higher with each word. When he reaches the last one, his eyes open wide, and a strong burst of wind lifts his hair and cloak. Scythe's Kamas, Daeron's Sabres, Falcath's sword and Raistlin's silver dagger start glowing red. Now, they can. Those where the last words he spoke before placing his hand in his sleve and drawing out his dagger. He trowed it at a wraith, who screamed at its contact. Got you, Raistlin hissed. He now lifted his arm, and the staff of Magius magically appeared. Smoke got out from where the creature was wounded. Falcath quickly understood the scheme, and attacked another wraith. The contact of the enchanted blade made it suffer, and the magic of the staff doubled its intensity, driving the wraith's crazy. If I had more energy to spare, I would have made the enchatment fatal, snarled Raistlin. Poke them a few times, it should drive them off, he yelled. Dont get touched, and if it will scream, cover your ears!

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Scythe stared in amazement at the new enemies that appeared at the forest edge. Finally, something to kill that Raistlin wont disentegrate in a few seconds. Of course, he couldn't kill them, but he could scare them off. Damn Raistlin though, enchanting my kamas, and not my bow. No matter.

*Twists shaft of kamas, which splits in half, extenting a chain-like whip.*

Scythe begins to whip them around his head, then jumps into the air, still twirling, and brings them below him, then out in front, finally letting them stop, and coiling them around his arms.

 

Come here little wraiths, come out to play, hahahaha!

 

Scythe began to whip the kamas inches from the wraiths, unaware of what his companions were doing, he was too focused. One of the wraiths extended its rotting hand to grab the kama, and it stuck through.

 

Gotcha!

 

He back flipped, whipping the chains in the opposite direction, the wraith stumbled foward, and Scythe embedded the other kama in the back of its skull.

 

SHRIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! MOORTAL FOOLSSS, YOOU DARE ATTACK USSS?

 

I do.

 

Scythe whipped the kama, and the wraith's head came clean off, its body twitching uncontrollably. Scythe began to laugh maniacally.

 

One down, six to go... Oh s***...

 

The wraiths began to rush the party...

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((Im Back oh ya, wow you guys and gals, really moved the story along))

 

 

Falcath pulled his sword out of the wraith, four left. He charged a wraith, dodging it's skeleton like hand. Falcath Drove his sword were it's heart would be. The wraith collapsed into nothing. He turned seeing a wraith that was bigger than the others, strange he thought, I didn't know wraiths had sizes. The wraith's mouth opened, the mouth twisted, and bcame so long it was disturbing to look at. Falcath cursed, and covered his helmet. The wraith screamed, Falcath was in pain, he looked at his companions, all but Raistlin covered their ears. The scream stopped, but it echoed thru the forest, the echoes seemed to come from everywhere, Falcath welled with rage. He ran at the wraith, it was surprised by his move, and sped towards him. Just bfore the wraith grabbed him, Falcath jumped in the air, landing behind the wraith, He turned around and stuck his sword into the back of the wraith's neck.

Heh, stupid wraiths I could kill them all day

 

Falcath looked at his Gladius, the Sword of Fethoj, given to him by Imperator Lethanin. Bfore being the Grandmaster of the the Spartacanus Guild, Falcath had been the captain of the Protectors, the Imperator's Guard, he had saved the Imperator's life countless times. The sword was repayment. It had served him well. Falcath broke from his trance, waiting to be attacked, but none came.