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| ingold55 |
![]() Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:36 pm |
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Durail came to Ithildon.
"watch your back, and keep the men strong. the men of Gondor trust you with the utmost trust. Morgok, Sauron’s one man army is some where in this black den."
Durail walked out from the group of soldiers. the darkness once again engulfed him.
"Morgok," Durial spoke quietly. "I will find you!" |
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| Felipe Musco |
![]() Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:35 pm |
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Berethor was eager! He didn’t have a worthy battle in a long while, and the Easterling was sure taking the best out of him, just to avoid the blows. Granted, the dead elf’s armor was making his life a whole lot easier, but it was also slowing down his swordplay.
The Easterling fiercely swhirled his polearm around, making the best use he could out of it, striking with blade and pole alike, making it a dangerous double-weapon. A blunt hit in the ribs hit a soft spot, and made Berethor kneel down in agony, just as his enemy spinned the weapon around, finishing the move in a deadly cross-slash, slitting his throat. Berethor slowly bled ’till unconsciouness, his opponent had bested him.
When he opened his eyes again, Lyon was having a hard time fighting the two of them at once, and Corvus was down in a corner.
Berethor grasped his katana, and yelled outloud, summoning his enemy to one last showdown. The evil man, clearly disturbed to be fighting a dead man, approached with a visible uneasyness, which was rapidly wiped away, as they engaged once again into battle.
However, the man was too good for him, and Berethor soon found himself being slashed across the chest again, in a double "X" strike. However, this time, no blood came out of the wounds...
He started hearing those voices again, and his head started aching. He let out a shriek that scared even himself, and saw the Easterling recoil in fear. "Die, creature! You’re unworthy of walking on these lands!" He didn’t recognize his own voice, which sounded like a scream of agony, and he dashed at the Easterling, severing his torso with a spinning slash.
If Berethor had a mirror nearby, he would’ve seen his skin becoming almost ethereal, a glowing green tone, his eyes becoming void. He now looked more like a living spirit than a human being. But as soon as the Easterling was slain, the "presence" left, and he became Berethor again, falling unconscious to the ground. |
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| elf lvr |
![]() Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:44 pm |
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Lyon was fighting the Easterling with vigor, although no matter how he struck, the man was able to parry. Lyon became more and more angry and his attacks became more and more reckless... Soon the Easterling took advantage of this. Lyon struck with both swords at once, and the man parried both with his polaxe. Then, with a spin of his weapon, he wrenched Lyon’s swords to his left side. It was the work of a moment to strike out against the unprotected right side. The blow was heavy and fierce, blood sprayed from the wound when the axe was drawn out. Lyon coughed, and spat out blood. He sought to calm himself before it was too late...
Think! Relax. If you cannot best this servant, you will never be able to defeat your brother!
With these words ringing in his head, Lyon stood up straight and took a slow, if shaky, breath. He searched his mind for his inner calm, for the training he had mastered in his childhood, how he had learned not only to control his sword but his mind as well...
With slow grace and precision, he walked forward. Blood was rushing from his injured side, but he did not seem to notice. Eyes half closed, he unleashed a stinging flury of blows upon his opponent. The Easterling barely had time to parry, as it was, one of Lyon’s blades was able to cut his hand. With a feral yell, the Easterling dropped his weapon. In seconds, its head rolled across the floor. Breathing hard from his recent exertion, Lyon turned to face the sorceror. The magician raised his hand and began muttering under his breath, Lyon braced himself for the magical attack that was sure to come.... |
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| corvus |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 3:32 am |
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Just as the last of the easterling guards fell dead, Corvus had totally regained consciousness. The image inprinted in his eyes was Lyon crossing his arms on his chest and Corax, his hand raised, ready to cast a spell again. Hatred filled the elf’s eyes. He let his lungs take out all of his wrath as he hurled his dagger on the sorcerer. But such strong was his hit that the missed dagger was pinned inside the wall.
The wizard ran towards the room’s exit, holding now his sword in his hand. At that time, the dark figure Corvus noticed before entered the room. "Who are you?" Corvus inquired. |
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| Aragorn_Ellessar |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:02 pm |
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| Ithildon saw Corvus thrown backwards, and ran forwards. Then he saw a dark figure. He suddenly stopped, not knowing what to do. |
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| ingold55 |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 5:45 pm |
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Durail burst into the room. Lyon on one side Corvus the other, Berethor in the center... Durail hardly paid attention to them. there are the other end of the room was Morgok! With a solid jump, Durail was upon Morgok sword flying in every direction trying to hit his opponent. Morgok was as usual smooth and fast.
Durail was thrown across the room. pain stabbed through his body, but slowly Durail stood.
"Durail back out of this fight! You are not who i am after!" He looked at Corvus and Lyon. Morgok smiled his sharp razer tooth grin was stained with blood, it had death written all over it.
"No you may not be after me," Durail said slowly. "But I am after you!"
Once again Durail lept at Mrogok. it was like slow motion. Morgok’s black blade and Durail burning blade struck. sparks flew from Durail’s sword, and in that moment Durail backfisted Morgok for the first time.
Morgok stumbled back. this was the first wound he had taken in his life! He lept at Lyon, "I will deal with you later Durail!" he closed in on Lyon, Durail was close behind Morgok... |
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| elf lvr |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:03 pm |
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| Lyon’s vision was swimming from loss of blood. Vaguely he saw the cloaked figure rushing towards him, black blade drawn, but he knew he could do nothing to defend. Lyon raised one of his swords, and threw it at the oncoming figure. It dodged easily, but Lyon smiled. He knew the blade would not hit his opponent, at least not yet. He had thrown the sword hilt first. With one swift movement, Durail snatched it out of the air. Lyon did not know whether or not Durail was capable of, or willing to, wield both blades at once, but one can never do worse with another blade at their side. Lyon shakily held his remaining sword in front of him, praying that Durail got to the assassin before the assassin got to him. |
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| Aragorn_Ellessar |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:12 pm |
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Ithildon saw the cloaked man run towards Lyon with Durail close behind him.
"This doesn’t look good." Ithildon thought, and with that thought, he ran forward, drawing his sword and summoning up his courage.
Durail and Morgok running towards Lyon, and Lyon threw one of his swords to Durail. Ithildon ran toward Lyon and reached him preparing to defend himself and Lyon..... |
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| corvus |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:27 pm |
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Little did Corvus notice of the commotion in the room. He saw that Lyon was wounded, but he couldn’t move. He kept watching at the sorcerer, his eyes burning like Feanor’s. For a moment, he didn’t care whether he or anyone was hurt or not. The universe was two persons. Himself and the serpent rider. What would he do? What should he do?
He then decided that his friend was by far more important than any oath of vengeance. Revenge could be taken another time, but Lyon could only be saved once. Holding the avenger, he rolled towards Lyon, his eyes still scorching Corax’s soul. Lyon now had two companions at his side, even though he and Corvus were pretty much faint. Durail ran towards Morgok, as the latter charged against Lyon. The bleeding elf braced himself and..... |
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| ingold55 |
![]() Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:02 pm |
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Durail looked in horror as he ran. Corvus and Lyon were wounded, and Ithildon was not used to fighting such evil minions.
Durail didn’t hesitate. with one swift jump, he dropped both his swords, adn grabbed Morgok around the legs. Both hit the ground with force.
"Get out of here!" yelled Durail. as soon as he finished the sentence, he was smashed across the face. ’
He flew back to where he had dropped both swords, and landed with a thud.
Slowly regaining himself, Durail stood. reachind down he grabbed both swords. Morgok lunged. fast and hard was the first wave. then soft and let back. Morgok was used to this kind of fighting, but something else had entered his mind. Durail swund, but Morgok had once again vanished.
Durail feared he would go and make an alliance with the sourcerer... |
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