Stradia: The 4th War - Book 1 Thread 3 "The North Falls"

Azisien · 07-21-2007, 02:17 PM

Temple of Avelia - Ritual Chamber

The ironwood staff made a loud 'whoosh' noise as it swung through the air where Zoreg had been a moment earlier. In a proper state of mind, Bentis would have realized this was no ordinary sluggish troll. But the boy was far from a proper state of mind. Another power swing, and another, and a third. Each time Bentis swung he seemed to get a little more off target. Zoreg moved backward and sideways, still gripping his weapon but eager, and amused, to observe the angry midget before him.

An arrow whizzed by, missing Zoreg's head by only a few inches. The lieutenant glanced up and immediately recognized the Kenshurian with the bow. He had chased him personally to no avail. Today, he had every intention of getting what he had wanted back on that battlefield. Still, the arrow distracted him long enough for Bentis to close the gap and finally land a hit. There were no quick jabs anymore in the boy's fighting style. He was going for long-reaching, powerful blows, often with both hands. Though the staff was aimed for Zoreg's neck, he shrugged his shoulder to block the blow and growled as he felt his enormous arm come close to the breaking point. The rage he felt earlier started to return.

Two more warriors moved to attack. One was a fat child, Zoreg thought. One of the Kenshurian races. Recognition clicked. He had also been present on the battlefield. Were these the Kenshurian elite? The other warrior carried a longsword. Zoreg grinned. Short-reach weapons.

Bentis was still attacking furiously, with no regard for the allies trying to enter the fray. He cut Graeme off, his eyes were focused on Zoreg's own, his staff an extension of his body, mind, and rage. Zoreg had no intention of getting surrounded. As Bentis made yet another attack, he was finally denied. Gripping the chain widely with both hands, Zoreg hooked the staff out of its trajectory and forced the weapon down. Bentis wasn't tiring at all yet, and he was using all of his strength to resist the movement, to retract the weapon.

The boy was strong, but not Zoreg strong. The Venurian pulled Bentis in and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying back into the low stone wall that formed the inner circle of the chamber. Graeme moved in to strike immediately, sure Bentis would no longer get in the way. Loki moved in as well, but slower than usual. Zoreg whipped out one of the maces defensively. It smashed Able right out of Loki's hand; the hammer made a loud clanking noise as it landed near the statue of Avelia. Graeme stopped as the mace came around, and for a brief moment his vision went completely dark as the weapon whipped directly in front of his face.

Zoreg reduced the length of the chain slightly, pulling it back with one hand. With his right hand, he poured more strength into the spinning motion. Grinning stupidly as per usual, the lieutenant waited for the Kenshurians to enter the deadly whirlwind.

***

Jahvid smiled at the two Kenshurians that had spotted him approaching the ritual chambers. As Penn focused his healing magic into a deadly poison arrow, the Venurian druid spoke. "You must be used to battle, for you are lost in it. I merely walk down a hall and you move to strike me down!"

The twang of Penn's bowstring triggered a metamorphosis in Jahvid. His skin turned dark grey immediately, and by the time the arrow had traversed the short distance separating the two opponents, he had become a stone, living statue of his former self. The arrow deflected off his new skin harmlessly. Statue Jahvid smiled at the ranger. "No more of that." General Lazarith's apprentice began walking forward again, brandishing his quarterstaff menacingly at Penn.

***

Temple of Avelia - Courtyard and Treeline Area

Oak crashed into the treeline, ripping up trees half its own size with momentum alone. Aieris and Celeste were like ants in a giant field of moss to the vacant eyes of the animated tree. It rampaged through the forest, due east, but soon its progress slowed. Oak was enormous, the largest tree in Gole Forest while it stood upon its roots, but there were still other ancient trees of similar size. It could not pursue the ants well in the forest.

Celeste ran for her life. All other sounds in the forest were replaced by the horrible wooden crashing, snapping, and tearing sounds behind her.

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OOC: Are you ready?

Zoreg: Melee VII
Jahvid: Melee V, Elementalism X, Shapeshifting V, Conjuration X.

07-21-2007, 02:17 PM	#1
Azisien wat Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 7,177	Stradia: The 4th War - Book 1 Thread 3 "The North Falls" Temple of Avelia - Ritual Chamber The ironwood staff made a loud 'whoosh' noise as it swung through the air where Zoreg had been a moment earlier. In a proper state of mind, Bentis would have realized this was no ordinary sluggish troll. But the boy was far from a proper state of mind. Another power swing, and another, and a third. Each time Bentis swung he seemed to get a little more off target. Zoreg moved backward and sideways, still gripping his weapon but eager, and amused, to observe the angry midget before him. An arrow whizzed by, missing Zoreg's head by only a few inches. The lieutenant glanced up and immediately recognized the Kenshurian with the bow. He had chased him personally to no avail. Today, he had every intention of getting what he had wanted back on that battlefield. Still, the arrow distracted him long enough for Bentis to close the gap and finally land a hit. There were no quick jabs anymore in the boy's fighting style. He was going for long-reaching, powerful blows, often with both hands. Though the staff was aimed for Zoreg's neck, he shrugged his shoulder to block the blow and growled as he felt his enormous arm come close to the breaking point. The rage he felt earlier started to return. Two more warriors moved to attack. One was a fat child, Zoreg thought. One of the Kenshurian races. Recognition clicked. He had also been present on the battlefield. Were these the Kenshurian elite? The other warrior carried a longsword. Zoreg grinned. Short-reach weapons. Bentis was still attacking furiously, with no regard for the allies trying to enter the fray. He cut Graeme off, his eyes were focused on Zoreg's own, his staff an extension of his body, mind, and rage. Zoreg had no intention of getting surrounded. As Bentis made yet another attack, he was finally denied. Gripping the chain widely with both hands, Zoreg hooked the staff out of its trajectory and forced the weapon down. Bentis wasn't tiring at all yet, and he was using all of his strength to resist the movement, to retract the weapon. The boy was strong, but not Zoreg strong. The Venurian pulled Bentis in and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying back into the low stone wall that formed the inner circle of the chamber. Graeme moved in to strike immediately, sure Bentis would no longer get in the way. Loki moved in as well, but slower than usual. Zoreg whipped out one of the maces defensively. It smashed Able right out of Loki's hand; the hammer made a loud clanking noise as it landed near the statue of Avelia. Graeme stopped as the mace came around, and for a brief moment his vision went completely dark as the weapon whipped directly in front of his face. Zoreg reduced the length of the chain slightly, pulling it back with one hand. With his right hand, he poured more strength into the spinning motion. Grinning stupidly as per usual, the lieutenant waited for the Kenshurians to enter the deadly whirlwind. * Jahvid smiled at the two Kenshurians that had spotted him approaching the ritual chambers. As Penn focused his healing magic into a deadly poison arrow, the Venurian druid spoke. "You must be used to battle, for you are lost in it. I merely walk down a hall and you move to strike me down!" The twang of Penn's bowstring triggered a metamorphosis in Jahvid. His skin turned dark grey immediately, and by the time the arrow had traversed the short distance separating the two opponents, he had become a stone, living statue of his former self. The arrow deflected off his new skin harmlessly. Statue Jahvid smiled at the ranger. "No more of that." General Lazarith's apprentice began walking forward again, brandishing his quarterstaff menacingly at Penn. * Temple of Avelia - Courtyard and Treeline Area Oak crashed into the treeline, ripping up trees half its own size with momentum alone. Aieris and Celeste were like ants in a giant field of moss to the vacant eyes of the animated tree. It rampaged through the forest, due east, but soon its progress slowed. Oak was enormous, the largest tree in Gole Forest while it stood upon its roots, but there were still other ancient trees of similar size. It could not pursue the ants well in the forest. Celeste ran for her life. All other sounds in the forest were replaced by the horrible wooden crashing, snapping, and tearing sounds behind her. ---------------------------------- OOC: Are you ready? Zoreg: Melee VII Jahvid: Melee V, Elementalism X, Shapeshifting V, Conjuration X. Last edited by Azisien; 07-21-2007 at 02:38 PM.