OOC: Thanks o.o

BiC: Charcion jumped up and stood before the Sabretooth, grinning. "Two can play at that game.." he said, and drew Bloodbringer, holding it in his opposite hand. "LET'S DANCE" he yelled as he threw himself at the cat, shoulderfirst. It dodged by jumping over him, getting around to his unarmored back. Charcion gritted his teeth as the skeletal claws left bloody trails across his shoulder-plates. He turned quickly and swung both his swords with all his might, splintering a few of the cat's ribs. He with drew quickly and felt his lifeblood drip slowly from his wounds, and he felt something he hadn't felt in over a thousand years... Doubt for his own survival..

OOC: and NOW I will ATTEMPT to kill you.
BIC: Sensing the end, the skeletal feline ignored the shattered bones, circling her prey. Wind snapped her powerful jaws, the pair of oversized fangs clicking noisily as she prowled around Charcion.
Suddenly, she feinted forward. Charcion brought up his sword in defence, but the wound weakened him. Wind easily turned the sword aside, the edge chipping her skull. Then she was fully on him, her jaws closing in on his neck.
With a desperate heave, she was thrown off. Her bones clacked as they struck the hard earth. She resumed her human form as Charcion’s sword fell from a senseless hand. Blood dripped from the arm wound she had inflicted with a large claw.
With almost a casual, sad air, she walked towards him.
“I must finish you, now,” she said, broken. Her right hand rose, fingers splayed wide, lightning playing between her fingers. Then she thrust forward, sending the fatal lightning bolt towards Charcion.

OOC: Hmm, a perfect opening for you to insert Notikas, Obsolete.

Nezurahl pauses as he hears those words. Turning aorund, he sees Wind preparing to administer the finishing blow. Victory was within his grasp and the knights teteered upon the brink of utter rout. A dark joy fills him as he watches Wind's spell stab out towards Charcion.

OOC: Rawr. Just so i don't hafta post another bloody profile, Notikas is almost exactly like Charcion, except his armor is white and silver instead of red and gold. He's not as strong, but is well trained in holy magic. and instead of having two swords and a big honkin' axe he has a silver steel saber. He's not as heavily armored though.

BiC: Charcion fell to his knees as the lightning bolt careened towards him. He took a final breath and closed his eyes, awaiting his long delayed trip to Hell. Just at the last second, Notikas jumped in from the side and gathered his divine power, creating a shield around him and Charcion. He growled with determination as the lightning bolt threatened the integrity of his mighty shield. "You will not take him today!" he yelled at Wind. He raised the cross around his neck and blasts of holy light shot out, turning most of the undead except Wind. With that he grabbed Charcion and disappeared into the shadows. He laid his cross on Charcion's wounds as they healed themselves.

"Thank you brother," Charcion gasped out. "You saved me." Notikas looked at him and said this and this only. "We must flee. If you die, the necromancer will try and make you his servant." Charcion growled out and hefted his other sword. "No. I will not run away. If it is my time, it's my time." And with that he charged out back towards Wind, his skin newly healed, but down one sword. Notikas rolled his eyes and charged out to assist his battle-brother.

OOC: Notikas' spells are these. 1 per day (Divine Shield, Mass Grand Heal.) 2 per day (Grand Heal, Lesser Divine Shield) 3 per day (Good Heal, Mass Turn Undead) At Will (Heal, Turn Undead) PS. If you think I'm godmoding by healing him, remeber this, HE'S STILL TIRED! CHARCION IS STILL TIRED! His flesh and bone and muscle are mended but he's STILL TIRED!

OOC: oooh, goody!
BIC:
“You are honorable, Charcion,” Wind whispered into the air as she watched him charge back towards her despite the other man’s protests. Then she suddenly threw her head back and roared, the inhuman cry rending the air and leaving both undead and alive shaken visibly.
Still, Charcion ploughed forward. Her secondary spell, Fear, did nothing to sway him. He was prepared to meet his end. Wind grimaced and charged forward too. But instead of throwing herself at Charcion, she slipped easily past his guard, unbalanced him with a shove, and struck the surprised Notikas in the jaw with a shattering punch. The unexpectant attack sent Notikas flying back, landing on his rump. Though thoroughly bruised, Wind had made sure that her punch did not seriously injure. She stood, several feet from the stunned Notikas and Charcion, her eyes closed. Silently, she marvelled at how she ceased the need to breathe. To live. Yet she cursed her new existence.
“This is not between you and me. If you wish your friend to live, you must kill the one that bound me,” she said with a heavy breath, “I will not stop until he is dead.”
Whether she meant Charcion or Nezurahl, they didn’t know.
Then, as suddenly as she had stilled, she was launching herself at Charcion, who quickly scrambled to his feet to defend himself. She lashed out, and Charcion barely had time to cover his face. Four bright gashes slashed down his forearm, immediately welling with blood. Then Wind was gripping both Charcion’s wrists and they tumbled to the ground, Wind going for his neck.

OOC: GODS! I've only been off for a WEEK and my RP gets ridden with dozens of posts. Don't you guys even know the meaning of WAIT? Now, I have to read everything from the beginning to catch up with what I've been missing. Grrr...

OOC: apologies. We like the thread and the way the story is going.
To sum up what we've done so far: large demon has been defeated. The necromancer Nezurahl has ridden out to defend his castle, only to be faced by Wind. Wind dies and is resurrected as an undead (hence, now is evil) and now Wind is trying to kill Charcion. Nezurahl has retreated and is now steadily making his way back to the castle.

OOC: in other news goblins phased out of the castle and a large number of dwarves killed including Douglas and Scotty

sorry about the short post and would it be possible to let me bring in a new charector

OOC: Yea, I absolutly love this story line and the fact my character (s) will most likely die off soon! :D

As Charcion struggled to fight off Wind, Notikas slowly got to his feet. He was dizzy from the sucker punch. "I'm gonna feel that in the morning..." he shook his head to relieve his dizziness and retrived his saber. He stroked the cross around his neck as he pried at the power within him. He closed his eyes and gripped the mighty silver cross with all his might as beams of holy light began emmiting from the cracks between his fingers. He opened his eyes and removed his hand from the cross. His eyes met with Nezurahls, and he smiled slightly. "So you are the necromancer. Oh, great fun for me today." He raised his hand and opened his palm, then a blast of holy light came and was not two meters from Nezurahl when a wight jumped out and was completely disintegrated by the blast. He growled. "Damnit."

Meanwhile, the fight had not gone in Charcion's favor. He had dropped his sword and Wind had given him a new set of scratches, though not as deep or bad as the ones before. He managed to summon enough strength to punch her a few times, but it she was now undead, and wasn't fazed by any of his attacks. As he felt her hands going for his throat, he decided to take advantige of this. He swung with his left arm, was immediately caught then swung with his right, catching Wind off gaurd, and also sending her off of him. He massaged his wrists and turned to face her, saying only this. "Come now, finish what you started."

OOC: Sorry about not waiting Kildare, I just love this RP. Nice creation man. ;)

OOC: Wind is by nature not evil, but since she is forced to do evil, she will do it regrettably, and will try to weasel her way out of the command if possible.
BIC:
“Unwillingly,” she merely replied before planting both feet on the ground.
“Get your sword. If you live by the sword, you will die by it.” Wind twirled a finger through the air.
“You’re not going to wield one?” Charcion dared to believe what she had said.
“My summoner has commanded me to finish this off quickly. He did not say which method. Now hurry,” Wind ignored his question.
Wind plucked at the air as Charcion scrambled for his sword. Dimly, she registered hope that Notikas would kill the necromancer in time. Or it will be too late for Charcion. A finger dragged through the air, creating a flaming line that expanded and took the form of a gleaming sword. It burned with inner power as she gripped it in her right hand. Now the only thing on her mind was to delay killing him as long as possible. To draw out her gheas. Cursing her now meaningless existence, she lunged forward, wielding the fiery sword with expertise.
OOC: this is taking longer than normal.