A CYREXIAN ON THE LOOSE - Continued

[Apophis]

In the last episode of our epic tale, the horrible beast otherwise known as The Cyrexian had raised itself from the ground after it had been slammed into the cobbles by a team effort from a mighty giant and a brave Moriquendi. The master ranger, known to many as Hemlock and his associate, the moriquendi Quan, had closed in on the beast before it reared it's mighty head again.

Fleeing before the wrath of the demon lord, three guards tried to slow it down with their mastercrafted halberts, but a spell from the devil made them less then sticks as razor sharp pieces of his bony armour made the fiend inpenetrable for the weaponry of the guards. Also, the fiendish demon was blurred, by the insane speed of the spikes. closing in on the beast was suicide, and an arrow loosed by a ranger had shown that even things as fast as a bow launched projectile could not stand in face of such a mighty shield.

Now the demon stood, about two yards from three guards. To their left stood Quan, about six yards away. To their right, Hemlock.

Behind the Demon three other brave guardsmen held position, their halberts intact, they dared not use them untill the demonic shield came down.

About six yards further to the demons back, stood the few rangers that Hemlock had taken with him on this dangerous battle. A further yard back stood the wounded giant, a sure hero in this battle.

Sylvon stood with the giant, a brave lad, although he didn't have the right weapons just yet, his heart was in the right place.

In the background, the yelling could be heard from the tournament, still going strong even though the hardest battles were not fought on the mats there, no they were fought in the hearts of everyone present here. The second round of this magnificent battle was on and it would no doubt prove to be an exciting one.

[Nashkel Angor]

Coming from his wrestling match Nashkel was still a little tired, but he was once again armed and armored. He walked streight up a street and then noticed himself in the middle of a giant war. Two sides, good and evil, as it seemed to always be by some sort. Nashkel then recognized the demonic beast as a Cyrexian, a demon with all sorts of power. Nashkel knew little of this power but he hoped that he could help these tired fighters, who had been fighting a life and death battle while he had been fighting a fight of entertainment and standing and championship.

The giant slid his helmet over his eyes and stood with his razor sharp, mammoth battleaxe in hand. He brought his eyes onto the demonic monster and wondered what he should do. He prayed to Diana for assistance in a time when his magic could no longer help him..

Oh Diana, hear me. Return this beast down from whence it came. I pray that you break his protective spell So that we could inflict it with wounds and protect the innocents whom would surely die at this creatures gruesome hands.

[QuanTaosSilverbane]

Quan frowned as the three guards were torn apart by the Cyrexian's demonic spell. Golden eyes flamed, more at his own impotency then the violence and blood that had been spilt so far. "Hemlock, if you have an idea now would be a good idea to share sir." The dark elf kept his blades weaving in a defensive, yet fluid motion, the wolf pommels seemed to snarl as deft hands moved in a deadly dance.

[Celestra Quandra]

Celestra seeing that she probbably wouldn't get a chance to shot her arrow any time soon, decided to try something else that would probbaly not work with the crack in the Aether Gem. She closed her eyes, slowed her breathing, trying to reach that meditative state she'd learned was Clara. She doubted very much she'd make it there, but it was worth a try anyway. There really wasn't much else she could do...

[Steve]

Hemlock looks to Quan and nods. He does not respond to Quan's comment. The shield of protection that was cast by the Cyrexian frustrates any direct attack.
Then with Short Sword in one hand and Dagger in the other, while keeping his distance, the Ranger runs around the Cyrexian. He tries to position himself behind the monster.
Hemlock realizes that he must stay beyond the effective area of the magic shield.
After sheathing his Dagger, Hemlock takes hold of his Water Skin and throws it at the Cyrian's head.

[Apophis]

OOC Quan, the guards survived, their halberts did not. sorry for the confusion.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Serion stands away from the fray in the shadows. The sight of the battle brought a sort of indecisiveness to the Moriquendi that he was unused to. A Cyrexian...a true beast of Jorel had appeared. That only meant one thing to the Jorelite Dark Elf...Jorel was still out there.

But what of these...heroes? They would be no match for a Cyrexian and a Dark Elf combined...yet Serion was hesitant in aiding the demon. Even though he had fully embraced the seeds of evil that had been sewn into his soul...he could not erase the memories of friendship he had shared with couple of the adventurers present.

Thlax seemed to be out of the fight...so he was no bother...but Quan. They had been guildmates and friends. Serion's memories take him a bit closer to the present, though, as he recalls their falling out...Quan's dislike of Serion's thieving ways.

Heh...he hates Jorel anyways... the moriquendi thinks to himself. He deserves what he gets.

Serion's mind was made up. The Cyrexian must prevail in the name of their Dark Lord. At that, Serion removes one of his Moriquendi Sleep Darts from his case at his side, and nocks it into his wrist bow. Appraising the situation, Serion looks for the fighter that is causing the most threat to the Demon...Hemlock.

The man was apparantly a leader to the Rangers, the way he gave them orders, and with the mans current position, he was most definately a major threat to the cyrexian's life.

Taking a knee, the Necro Warrior raises his arm, marking Hemlock with a trained eye. When an opening seemed to give him a good enough shot, the dark elf would release his dart, hopefully imobilizing the man, and keeping him from aiding in the fight.

Also, the sudden loss of a leader may even affect the Ranger's morale.

[Nashkel Angor]

Because of his delayed arrival Nashkel had caught a glimpse of the traitor. He despised the way that he was cocking back the wrist bow, pointing it at one of Nashkel's allies. His heart filled with a will to protect his new comrade. Wanting only to crush both vile creatures where they stood, He knew he was to attack.

But how, He thought of using his throwing spears and his powerful dagger. His massive club also seemed to be an option, but most anything with good armor would only have bruises and dents in their armor with that. This creature could have been wearing armor, so an attack with his well battle axe was necessary. Yes, his battle axe was perfect. It had a great balance, would pierce armor, and would cut like a knife, while carrying the force of a war hammer. Yes. The Battle axe would be the perfect two handed weapon for this job.

The large attack dog at Nashkel's knees charged the dark elf, noticing the Giant's next target. The vicious war hound tore the ground as he sped toward the elf. It would try to take out a calf muscle with his sharp teeth, and even knock the elf down with its massive size. As the dog noticed the man take a knee, it would be easy for the beast to knock him over, and at least jump onto his body, biting and scraching, going for the neck if nothing else.

Running at full speed at the Morquendi (Serion) with his massive battle axe in hand. Upon arriving at his position Nashkel drew his battleaxe behind his right shoulder and with both hands pulled it from over his shoulder, sending the blade headed right for Serion's shoulder, in hopes that his arm be taken off, but his attack was surely a deadly one.

Although the Morquendi's shoulder would surely be armored, he knew that even a mythrill shoulder plate would crack under the strength that the giant possessed. His Battle axe was massive, and the Giant had made sure it was especially sharp when he purchased it in Mystique.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

***OOC***

Hey Nash...I don't think you'd be able to assume I'm against you until after I shoot...and even then you might not notice.

Reasons:

1) Hemlock is in the same direction as the Cyrexian, so my aiming in that direction is not a hint.

2) I posted after you, so you might not have even seen me at all

3) Should I get my dart off, I may miss totally, so my alliance to anyone is still unknown.

[Nashkel Angor]

OOC: Thats fair to contest. But I disagree.

1. A Cyrexian and an Elf are two totally different things. I would be able to tell. If you weren't aiming at Hemlock you would be aiming at the Cyrexians legs. A very poor target if nothing else.
You have to realize that Cyrexian's are VERY tall. So if your saying that the elf is on the same altitude plane when it comes to height, I disagree. Even then, thats assuming the elf is DIRECTLY in front of the monster, not a little to the side.

2. You were aiming crouched. Why would you Crouch if you were aiming at a giant creature? You would be easily stepped on. In either case, I would assume your character has more smarts than that. Being on two legs would give one an oppurtunity to run.

3. Just because you posted after me doesn't mean that I'm immobile. If you look at my first post, all I do is pray. Its not like I'm actively engaged with someone in battle and am taking you on at the same time. You have to remember fluid time.

4. This is kind of a smaller thing, but in your post, you activly checked out each enemy of the Demon, trying to find the most deadly one to him. You would have been glancing around at everyone. Encluding me.

Appraising the situation, Serion looks for the fighter that is causing the most threat to the Demon...Hemlock.

Ok, thats why I posted why I did. I have no hard feelings ooc with Serion. I also wish to point out that what I'm saying is only so relevant, for it's the GM who will make the decision. I will gladly edit my post if he should decide you were correct.

Thats all. Happy RPing

-Clint

[Apophis]

ooc Okay, Nashkel, you posted a first post, and i'm going with that one. Not the one after Serion. I don't know how he came into the city, Moriquendi in these parts are RARE. you're the second one in Daltina just about ever. Every guard knows Quan, and he told everyone how crazy in the head his fellows are. You couldn't escape from malice, the people there are not allowed to go out and have fun. We'll think of something.

but any of you, argue again with each other, I really dislike these nitpicking things in the middle of a thread, and limbs will start flying. if you don't agree with one another, send ME an Email (GMRince@hotmail.com) and I'LL handle it. capiche?

IC

When a ssecond giant entered the gruweling scene the hidden spectators rejoiced. Another brave man came to the cities rescue! After the first one had proven what these brutes were capable off, the citizens sure would demand a statue or something in honour of the giant race.

Celestra strained to focus into clara, but when she tried to tap into the energies, she felt a pain she had never felt before. Dropping her bow and grapsing her head, she fell to her knees. Blood trickled out of her ears, she was surely in pain. The magic was still slightly there, but it was twisted, altered from the shock. Slowly it was dissapating but during this short time, it was dangerous to all who tried to tap into the vast flow of power. This had been proven by the mage who tried to entertain the children, and now, Celestra.

Hemlock was completely ignored as the Demonic monstrosity focussed all it's wrath on Quan. It advanced with a single step, causing a loud crack which echoeed through the streets. The cobles broke where he stood, snarling in rage as a little of it's blood streamed down it's arm. The guards did a few steps backwards to increase the gap between them and the raging beast.

The splinters around the cyrexian didn't slow down a single bit as it advanced, and as Hemlock neared the rear of the beast, it extended it's arms as if to push them away. And they did go away, at an inhuman speed, completely annihilating the guards in front of the creature. The only beings that stood between Quan and the demon.

The remains of the guards didn't even bleed. They weren't just ripped asunder by the total amount of shards and their speed, they were pulverished to a mere smear on the cobbles, their armour useless to the demonical spikes.

The cyrexian appeared to grin, as Quan looked terrified at what had been his comrades in this battle. But then, as an anti-climax, a splash of water engulved the creatures head. The water skin Hemlock had thrown had exploded in the mesh of spikes that in other, more human worlds, would have been hair. The remains of the leather bag still visible in the black spikes. Enraged, the beast raged around, feet stamping on the ground, causing some cobbles a little further to spring up. The people gasped in awe for the creature, captivated by sheer terror.

And in that one silent moment, an almost inaudiable twang was heard. A sound, which in any circumstances sans complete and utter silence through terror, would've gone unnoticed by even the greatest stealth ninja.

The gaze of all present fell on Hemlock, who stood with a small dart in his stomach, unclear of what had happened. Then, the gazes quickly turned to face the other Moriquendi in the battle, Serion! His hiding place was now naught, and all the warriors had noticed, him. And he had deprived the Cyrexian of it's vengeance...

ooc continue

[Serion D'Rinishad]

As soon as the dart is loosed, Serion draws his blades, ready for an onslaught in his direction. Serion yells to the Cyrexian in Moriquendi, known few others would know what was said, "Turn your fury on those who know not the true power that is Jorel."

Every muscle in the dark elfs body was tensed for action. Time moved slowly as the veteran warrior surveyed the scene. He feared not the arrows of the rangers as of yet, and he knew that many attacks would be coming his way, he being a more viable target than a demon of the cyrexians proportions.

The giant seemed to be his nearest foe, but he did not want to commit himself to a target just yet...he would use the wall at his back to keep from being totally surrounded. Until things started coming his way, the dark elf would hold his action...waiting... watching...

His swords glowing their eerie green, the demon voices of his blades screaming in his head for blood, the Necro-Warriors silver eyes glow with the fire of his conviction. The moriquendi was never known for his relgious standings, but they were there, and the summoning of the great Cyrexian was more than what he needed to offer his life in his Dark Lord's cause.

[QuanTaosSilverbane]

OOC: Jon, I would say more shocked then terrified knowing Quan.

IC: The dark elf's opened in suprise, and he readied himself for what seemed to be imminent death, and took a heroic stance. However, the creature turned about to face Hemlock, enraged at the Master Ranger that he would dare soil it's person with mere water. Golden eyes flamed as they watched Hemlock, and opened wide in suprise once more as he noticed a dart potruding from his leader's stomach. Out of the corner of his eye the ranger caught sight of movement, and turned his head sligthly to take note of the other moriquendi, Serion. "Serion, you fool! It holds no allegiance to you, even if you are twisted to Jorel, Haya or whatever malevelant god you follow."

Quan's blades weaved once more into a steadier hold, golden eyes settled upon the Cyrexian once more. It's back was now turned to him, and with the spinning spike shield gone, it was now more vunerable - if you could call a Cyrexian vunerable under any situation. Silently the moriquendi made his way towards the creature, sheathing one sword while leaping at the creature's back. Quan was attempting to use the Cyrexian's spikes as a mean to climb its enormous form. When he got to the top, the dark elf's plan was to bring about his mithril blade and attempt to slam it into the creature's eye. "Carmelya, guide this blade."

[Nashkel Angor]

OOC: So... noone noticed the shot.... just clarifying? BEFORE I post this time

[Anatole Recurve]

OOC: Don't forget about my run to the Temple of Diana regarding this thread.