Post by Merestil Haye on Jun 11, 2004 18:07:41 GMT -5
* Merestil had found the place he was seeking, and his quest - and something - or someone - too Now he was on his way back, accompanied by the not-quite-so-late Archmage Martek.
The plane’s odd lighting made things seem distorted. They were sharply defined, but shadows hid the darker objects well. They moved carefully, keeping a steady pace for Martek’s sake.
The umbral pit fiend struck where the shadow of a rocky outcropping could mask its movements, lunging with a whisper of sound at Merestil’s right side. He twisted away, drawing one sword and parrying the fiends glistening right hand weapon, steering the nine lives stealer from his body.
The rod in the fiend’s other hand caught him on the thigh, and the fiend screamed silent triumph, feeling the energies rip into Merestil. His right leg cramped and he fell, the leg blackening, twisting, becoming a useless withered husk.
Martek chanted a spell to destroy the creature by blasting it with lightning, but the spell passed harmlessly through it.
Merestil cast a spell of flight upon himself, then cast a Sound Storm which broke upon the creature’s head. As the fury abated he Teleported to the monster’s side and hammered at it with the Blade of Light and the morningstar that appeared in his left hand. His arms seeming to blur as he launched strike after strike, the Blade of Light illuminating the landscape for some distance around, the better to see it and prevent it fleeing to a shadow and escaping. The fiend, overwhelmed, folded to the ground and faded out.
Even as it went dim, the light of the sword, fading, things could be heard stirring. Hungry things, disturbed by the light.
Merestil did not sheathe his weapons, but remained upright thanks to the fly spell, a sheen of sweat on his brow from the pain of his ruined leg. They collected the two weapons, and set off towards the portal. But their passage was marked. Whereas before they had been moving silently and stealthily, the glowing Blade of Light had shouted their presence to the plane’s denizens. Speed, not secrecy, would save them now. *
The plane’s odd lighting made things seem distorted. They were sharply defined, but shadows hid the darker objects well. They moved carefully, keeping a steady pace for Martek’s sake.
The umbral pit fiend struck where the shadow of a rocky outcropping could mask its movements, lunging with a whisper of sound at Merestil’s right side. He twisted away, drawing one sword and parrying the fiends glistening right hand weapon, steering the nine lives stealer from his body.
The rod in the fiend’s other hand caught him on the thigh, and the fiend screamed silent triumph, feeling the energies rip into Merestil. His right leg cramped and he fell, the leg blackening, twisting, becoming a useless withered husk.
Martek chanted a spell to destroy the creature by blasting it with lightning, but the spell passed harmlessly through it.
Merestil cast a spell of flight upon himself, then cast a Sound Storm which broke upon the creature’s head. As the fury abated he Teleported to the monster’s side and hammered at it with the Blade of Light and the morningstar that appeared in his left hand. His arms seeming to blur as he launched strike after strike, the Blade of Light illuminating the landscape for some distance around, the better to see it and prevent it fleeing to a shadow and escaping. The fiend, overwhelmed, folded to the ground and faded out.
Even as it went dim, the light of the sword, fading, things could be heard stirring. Hungry things, disturbed by the light.
Merestil did not sheathe his weapons, but remained upright thanks to the fly spell, a sheen of sweat on his brow from the pain of his ruined leg. They collected the two weapons, and set off towards the portal. But their passage was marked. Whereas before they had been moving silently and stealthily, the glowing Blade of Light had shouted their presence to the plane’s denizens. Speed, not secrecy, would save them now. *