Dark Age Legends

[Xorlak]

Draven opened with a flurry of hard downward slashes, first from the right, then the left, then the right... Iduran blocked each with his sword, the force from each blow nearly knocking him over.  Sparks of flame flew from Draven's weapon as it struck Iduran's.  A flurry of this sort would brake any normal weapon that was used as a shield within five or six blows.  But the weapon Draven was looking for was said to be unbreakable.  An excellent chance to see if the old man was holding the real deal...

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About twelve soldiers stood around the panicking Duilin, staring blankly.  His armor was certainly in bad enough shape.  Half began to wisper to one another, the rest began to run around in a panic.  Shouts of "Can it be true?", "Nonsense!", and "Shut up and bar the doors!" could be heard.  Within a few minutes, Duilin had managed to plunge an entire castle wing in utter chaos.

A large officer, wearing black spikey armor and a red cape burst into the room in response to the noise.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

[Cesque]

// MotD? MOTD? //

[Xorlak]

(New rule: If no response to your attack in three days or so, assume your opponent got hit and was knocked unconscious.  Heh...)

After blocking several strikes, Iduran managed a weak stab with his sword.  But Draven extended his free hand and grabbed the blade on the flat sides.  Iduran was unable to pull the weapon from his adversary's grip.

"Why, thank you..."

Draven's blade of fire, in his other hand, began to loose its shape, turning into a bright red ball of flame about six inches in diameter.

"I think it's about time you died, huh?"

He then jammed the burning ball into the old man's chest plate.  Iduran screamed as the heat of his metal armor grew to an intolerable temperature.  Laughing, still holding the blade of Iduran's sword with one hand, Draven added more energy to the fireball as he prepared to launch it through the old knight's chest...

(Will someone save poor Iduran? Or will he perish at the hands of the evil Draven?  Find out next time on DAL!)

[Dude Man]

Duilin looks at the Officer and speaks
"Sir! Many soilders in blue armor are attack! Thosands of Millions of them! We must hide inside the castle or else they will kill us! I barely survived! We need to do something. Maybe we can exit out of the back exit and run off!"

[Cesque]

As Scorch landed on his knockd enemy, he turned around to watch Draven and Iduran fighting (he must have flied sort of long at his opponent).

He levitated into the air and headed toward Iduran.

"I'm coming, Draven! Spare this looser and fight some REAL enemies!"

Seeing the situation is dramatic, Scorch suddenly "warped in" while flying in the air, and reappeared flying just before Iduran, but he really haven't got enough time to stop - so he simply fell at Iduran.

[Xorlak]

Scorch's collision with Iduran knocked the knight free of Draven's grip, along with his sword, which spun though the air, sticking in the ground right next to Scorch.  Draven also lost balance, causing him to release the fireball, which flew though the air, exploding some distance away.  Draven took a few steps backwards to avoid falling over, then looked at the two warriors who were on the ground in front of him.

"YOU again!  Very well, I'll be rid of you both!"

He extened his right palm in the direction of the two, but this time curled his fingers in a bit.  He clasped his left hand on his right arm for support, and began collecting large amounts of crimson energy.

Iduran turned his head to Scorch.

"The sword... take it away... don't let him... have it!  Get it... out... of... here..."

Totally exhasted, the old man fell unconscious once more...

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The officer blinked as he tried to comprehend 'thousands of millions'.

"Huh?  What?  No way!" He turned to the soldiers who were watching them.  "You heard the man!  Bar the doors!"  Then turning back to Duilin.  "I gotta see this for myself!"

He then sped off in the direction of a stairway that lead to one of the towers, where he could get a good look at the surrounding battlefield.

[Dude Man]

He then ran up toward the officer before he chould go see that he was lieing and siad "STOP! They have archers they will kill you! You must not go up and see please! If you die? Who will lead us? Draven is dead because they killed him!"

[Cesque]

Scorch stood up from the crash.

"It's not that it looks better than my staff, but - all right." - he said and grabbed the sword in one hand, while holding staff in the second one.

"It feels like some real power..." - he said to Draven. - "Well, if you want it..." - suddenly he realised Draven was about to kill them. He abandoned his staff and grabbed Iduran in another hand and whispered yet-another-teleportation spell...

Poof.


(technical info: the staff was in general vicinity of teleport, so it was gone along with Scorch)

"Look good." - Scorch said to himself, as he realised he was actually standing with blade in one hand and unconsious Iduran in second, in the middle of stairs, where Duilin and officer were speaking.

Exahusted and having a headache from 2 teleports in short time, Scorch decided not to say anything and siomply sat at the stairway waiting for others' reaction.

[Xorlak]

"HAAAA!!!!"

Draven let loose his wave of concentrated flame, which from his view looked like a direct hit on the two warriors.  The explosion rocked the battlefield, and was so close Draven nearly lost his balace.  When the smoke cleared, a small crater stood in front of him.  From casting so many destructive spells thoughout the night and morning, Draven was begining to become out of breath.

"Heh... vaporized them...  Huh?  Where's the blade?!"

It coudn't have flown too far...  As Draven looked around, he realized there were no bodily remains either...

"BLAST! ...  TWICE!  How dare YOU!!!"

He threw both fists into the air and shouted at a cloud.

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The officer looked at Duilin with increasing suspicion.

"Ya know, there's someting funny about this."

He turned to take a step up the stairwell, but a bright white flash suddenly blinded him along with a sudden gust of wind.  Before him stood Scorch with the swooned Iduran.

"Huh? What...?"

This one he recognized: Scorch the traitor.  He looked back at Duilin and suddenly remembered hearing of a traitor soldier in the ranks as well...

"No way!  GUARDS!"

[Dude Man]

Duilin then swung his mace at the guards head hopping to kill him or knock him out...

[Mark of the Dragon]

*Was hit by scorch*

Sigilus flew back and hit the nearest flat surface, and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious, and bleeding in the mouth. The medallion from the cursed temple was shattered, so he can't be healed by it this time.

His subconscious began seeing visions of Draven being stabbed by Iduran's sword, and with it, the whole Dark Army retreating. And last, Sigilus saw his former master nodding toward him. Sigilus only awaited his strength and consciousness to return...

[Cesque]

"Ah, good, some ally." - said Scorch, sitting on stairway, seeing Duilin striking guard's head - "Next time I'll try to be more precise with my teleports... Whatever-your-name is, is the castle barred and safe? Of course exluding fact there's a bit of black army soldiers here..."

"Ah, yes, I would help you to fight, but I'm too tired. Do they have any bedrooms here? We also need to take care of Iduran."

[Xorlak]

Draven knew the treacherous mage could not have gone far.  But which way to look?  He could have gone two ways... northward, which would have put him back into the castle... but that would be suicide, so Daven immediately dismissed that idea.  The other option would have been southward into the forest or fields, in which case he would have the entire rest of the island to hide in and at least one method of escaping the island...

"BLAST!"

Draven knew he needed to persue immediately, but it was clear that one person alone had little chance of finding him, as mighty as he was...

Draven looked around the battlefield, finally spotting Sigilus lying on the ground some distance away.  He lifted the martial artist up from the ground by the shoulder, and with the other hand poured a blue liquid from a vial into his mouth.

"Come boy, we have work to do..."

He sat the warrior down with his back leaning against a partially destroyed brick wall to wait for the elixir to take effect.  Feeling rather worn out himself, he removed a second elixir from his belt-- his last one, and drank it.  Soon his full strength was back, which was exactly what he needed considering the damage he was planning to do in the next couple of moments...

The group of soldiers he sent out earlier to find the sword approched him, lead by the lieutenant.

"My lord... we... could not find the blade..."

"I know THAT!"

"!"

"The lightning mage has it.  Quickly, go to the forest just south of here and FIND HIM!"  Draven then added as a second thought, "If you find him, don't attempt to fight him, he'll kill you too easily.  Send someone back to get me and I'll handle it."

The solidiers scurried off, execept for the lieutenant, who paused for a moment.

"Yes, my lord.  Also... why have the doors to the castle been barred?"

"Huh?"

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About twenty soldiers flooded the hallway, all heading in the direction of the stairwell.  Duilin mace smacked one, who fell immediately.

Drawing his broadsword, the officer dove at Scorch.

"Bedroom?  I'll put ya ta sleep!  ARRRRGHHHH!!!"

[Mark of the Dragon]

Sigilus slowly began to regain consciousness. As his eyes opened, he let out a groan.

"Never before has  a job been THIS difficult..."

It took a while for Sigilus's full strength to return, but when it did happen, Sigilus was able to leap back to his feet. Before he went anywhere, though, he decided to stretch. After 10 minutes of stretching and warming up, Sigilus was ready to fight.

"Alright, you want me to track down Scorch, right? No problem...I'm itchin' for revenge now. Just let me pay a visit to the armory first...they have some pretty decent Martial Arts weapons...let me just make sure the Mythril Nunchuku and the Mythril Daito are still there..."

[Cesque]

While still sitting at the floor, Scorch looked at the officer like a fool and with a tip of his staff he touched the edge of his sword, inducing electricity to flow through his blade, into the arm and rest of organism.

"The stairway up the castle might serve as some escape route, Duilin." - he said. - "I might land on the grounds below and find some escape route. But, it's dangerous. Draven's propably still outside. Plus, I can't carry Iduran around... And I'm really tired."