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Dark Age Games / Re: Dark Age Legends
« on: January 12, 2009, 12:04:48 pm »
- Factory of Dark Science -
Mikail slammed his hands into the ground, pouring all his energy into the spell. A swirling symphony of runes surrounded Vincent, clawing, tearing at his flesh with glowing fingers.
Vincent melted into the ground, his form taking on a shimmering metallic hue. He bubbled and hissed "...trai....tor...." before slurching into an undefined puddle. Just a metallic spot on the floor.
Mikail collapsed, totally spent. It's over. Finally over...
"... Trai...tor..."
He raised a brow... no... it could not be...!
A blade rose from the metallic goo, twisting through the air like a bending sword. Red hot pain tore through Mikail's chest. Dizzyness overtook him as he crumpled to the floor in a bloodied heap. Before him, an undefined shape rose from the floor as the metallic liquid re-congealed.
It's over... he failed... he failed...
No! The transformation spell! He worked the chant in his mind as his life bled onto the floor. Not... much... time... With a warm flash, his body glowed and he began to shrink to his original shape. Silver fur spread across his body and a bushy black-tiped tail sprouted as the wound closed up. With not a second to spare, the Velken shot straight into the air as a second blade cleaved the floor in two.
Renard touched the tender spot in his chest. The transformation back to his True Form had healed the otherwise fatal wound, but that was the only time it would work. The next one would be the end.
The floating gray fox cupped his tiny claw-hands to one side, a mass of crimson flame congealing about them. No way! Why didn't Vincent die?! Looking comical in torn robes much too large for him, he thrust his hands forward and filled the hallway with a searing blast of fire, his magic power unfettered now that he was no longer locked in human form.
Every single window shattered to infinite pieces and Renard was thrown clear out the nearest one. The hallway itself was located above the factory's automated production assembly lines, the windows opening up to look below on them. Renard flew some twenty feet downward before he could recover-hover, stopping just a foot above a dark conveyor belt with some giant hammer-thing smashing pieces of metal just down the line.
Similar production-line madness surrounded him, bits of molten metal flying about as dark machines created their weapons of war. He floated a few more feet upward and looked at the smoking cinder of the overpass above, ears perked in rapt attention.
Suddenly a silvery glob burst from the center window-hole, spinning in the air and landing on a conveyor belt which crumpled to dust with a shock and explosion. As it fell, the glob grew eight spidery blade-legs which stuck a foot into the ground with the earth-shattering landing. A sort of spider-head manifested, but it had no eyes. Still, Renard knew it saw him as it turned its head...
Hackles raised, Renard gritted his teeth. "Great..."
Mikail slammed his hands into the ground, pouring all his energy into the spell. A swirling symphony of runes surrounded Vincent, clawing, tearing at his flesh with glowing fingers.
Vincent melted into the ground, his form taking on a shimmering metallic hue. He bubbled and hissed "...trai....tor...." before slurching into an undefined puddle. Just a metallic spot on the floor.
Mikail collapsed, totally spent. It's over. Finally over...
"... Trai...tor..."
He raised a brow... no... it could not be...!
A blade rose from the metallic goo, twisting through the air like a bending sword. Red hot pain tore through Mikail's chest. Dizzyness overtook him as he crumpled to the floor in a bloodied heap. Before him, an undefined shape rose from the floor as the metallic liquid re-congealed.
It's over... he failed... he failed...
No! The transformation spell! He worked the chant in his mind as his life bled onto the floor. Not... much... time... With a warm flash, his body glowed and he began to shrink to his original shape. Silver fur spread across his body and a bushy black-tiped tail sprouted as the wound closed up. With not a second to spare, the Velken shot straight into the air as a second blade cleaved the floor in two.
Renard touched the tender spot in his chest. The transformation back to his True Form had healed the otherwise fatal wound, but that was the only time it would work. The next one would be the end.
The floating gray fox cupped his tiny claw-hands to one side, a mass of crimson flame congealing about them. No way! Why didn't Vincent die?! Looking comical in torn robes much too large for him, he thrust his hands forward and filled the hallway with a searing blast of fire, his magic power unfettered now that he was no longer locked in human form.
Every single window shattered to infinite pieces and Renard was thrown clear out the nearest one. The hallway itself was located above the factory's automated production assembly lines, the windows opening up to look below on them. Renard flew some twenty feet downward before he could recover-hover, stopping just a foot above a dark conveyor belt with some giant hammer-thing smashing pieces of metal just down the line.
Similar production-line madness surrounded him, bits of molten metal flying about as dark machines created their weapons of war. He floated a few more feet upward and looked at the smoking cinder of the overpass above, ears perked in rapt attention.
Suddenly a silvery glob burst from the center window-hole, spinning in the air and landing on a conveyor belt which crumpled to dust with a shock and explosion. As it fell, the glob grew eight spidery blade-legs which stuck a foot into the ground with the earth-shattering landing. A sort of spider-head manifested, but it had no eyes. Still, Renard knew it saw him as it turned its head...
Hackles raised, Renard gritted his teeth. "Great..."