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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Nov 27, 2009 23:31:04 GMT -5
Ayalan coughed up a bit of blood now, as he finally recovered between the next couple of shots, holding his opened free hand. He got up and brushed himself off with a bit of a smirk. He held his side though, and walked, tossing a full off fireball at one of the two skeletal creatures; meanwhile he walked up toward Tempest, opening his eyes and jumping back, feeling pure evil rush past him, and electricity almost run from under him.
Aya's only plan at this point was to evaluate: Two men, one a necromancer, one seemingly powerful, were able to take on four-five. Five different people. He knew this fight would be too hard to win. He spoke out to Tempest who was close to him, "We must flee, we cannot win this." He growled and braced himself, thrusting a palm onto Tempest, purging the evil necrotic touch into his gauntlet, not by much though. "T..This will only slow down the process greatly.." He kneeled down to a knee, tired from magical overuse.
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Post by Kara Samsra on Nov 28, 2009 0:18:55 GMT -5
Kara had waited til the perfect moment, hearing Aya's words feuling her anger. How could someone as vile as this be allowed to win? It was despicable and she would never run from such injustice, not even if everyone else fled. The princess lifted her body fast from the ground where she'd been pretending unconsciousness. "You may control the dead, but you are still only a human worm like the rest of us!"
Kara thrust her hands out and grabbed at every water particle in Taggert's body and veins, pulling and constricting it. A line of blood fell down from her right temple and hatred flashed across her emerald eyes.
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Post by The Gravelord Requiem on Nov 28, 2009 3:37:52 GMT -5
Catching the flickering glimpse of sparks, Taggert bounds back just in time to dodge the electrical wave that crept along the ground. Sadly, Taggert skeletal creations were not so reflexive and ended up being bathed in the dispersing electrical energy. As his creations lay momentarily paralyzed, Aya fireball crashes into one of them, the force destroying the being on impact and sending it's separated limbs, torso and skull flying past Taggert.
As he revels in his overall success to this point, he attention turns to that of Kara as she utters her insult to him. Taking a moment to smile at her attempted mockery, he suddenly feels a constricting force grip his body. Using the minimal movement he possess, he immediately attempts to dispel the effect, thinking them magical.
What sort of sorcery is this!? Whatever it is, it seems to possess no magical traces that can be dispersed. It must be some sort of telekinesis or something, but whatever it may be, I need to free myself from it quickly.
With several jerky and stilted movements of his hands, two portals of seething darkness manifest beside him. From the portals stretch elongated hands, each one baring long grotesque claws. As the hands pull at the portals sides, two Undead Wrights climb out of the darkness and gaze at those around them with their wispy, crimson eyes. Still unable to fully grasp the situation, Taggert motions to Kara first. "Skeleton, Wright, heed your master's command and kill the woman!" Turning his head as much as possible and scanning the battlefield for the others, his gaze find Gensayce slowly approaching him and quickly motions his second Wright to engage the other warrior.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Nov 28, 2009 9:52:39 GMT -5
Ayalan watched the scene, seeing Kara's bravery, it was seemingly their only chance because the magical impulses actually seemed to only slightly worry the necromancer.
Once he sent a monster after her, he enchanted himself quickly with two last spells in an effort to help this battle. He first teleported himself in front of the girl, and pulled up his gauntlet in front of him, creating a magical barrier from the power of the necrotic touch he had purged into himself, closing his eyes as he did so, he said nothing and hoped it would be enough, and that someone would help Gensayce, he being too far and too close to Taggert for his teleportation.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Nov 28, 2009 13:29:20 GMT -5
Gensayce watched the creature approach him, something burned within him nothing magic or anything at all to do with the Arcane arts. It was pure human rage. The creature swung at him, Gensayce simply ducked under the blow before leaping upwards with a bone-jarring uppercut with his gauntleted fist.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Nov 28, 2009 17:24:23 GMT -5
The aura around Andy settled and a bone white mask with red lines was on his face, his eyes now black and yellow. He glared at Trucido and pointed his sword at him.
"This is how it ends, it's over for you!" Andy roared, rushing up to him and attacking him with speed that was normally seen in his Bankai.
Yes Andy, the time has come. Make him suffer, make him wish he was dead, and then kill him...slowly. His inner vil urged Andy on as he attacked.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Nov 28, 2009 17:55:34 GMT -5
As soon as he saw the mask, his eyes widen, like a kid that had discovered sweets. Some of the blows hit him, and then he looked sad. "Please tell me, Did that mask only improve your speed?" he asked him.
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Post by The Gravelord Requiem on Nov 28, 2009 21:15:54 GMT -5
Receiving Gensayce's uppercut in full, the Wright's head shot upward in a sharp, jarring movement, but the bludgeoning blow seemed to have little affect against the unholy horror as it quickly recovered from the strike and, in one swift movement, grabbed Gensayce's from the air and slammed him into the grounds before attempting to furiously claw at him.
As Aya jumped in the way of the approaching Wright, he found himself under a flurried barrage of swiping claws, his defensive counter-measures against necrotic energy seemingly having no effect against the creatures fervent attacks. As he tried to stand his ground against the creature in front, the enchanted skeleton that still resided in front of Taggert began firing off beam after beam of Arcane energy towards Kara and Aya, it's aim rather acute for an undead minion, as it blasts accurately avoided the Wright as it clawing at Aya.
Taking the time offered by his creatures and their respective distractions, Taggert falls to his knees and places both his hands on the ground. Whatever it is that binds me shall not hold for much longer. If they think they can quell my performance with such meager efforts, then they are sorely mistaken! As his hands begin to seethe with a dark energy, the grounds around him begins to wither and the plants or any other living things within the decaying field too begin to waste away and die. As he continued to hold his hands on the dead earth, his radius of decay began to grow larger and larger, slowly encroaching towards the heroes as the dark aura that encircled his hands had now spread to the rest of his body and began to grow, almost to the point where it loomed over his body.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Nov 29, 2009 13:48:56 GMT -5
Ayalan growled in pain from the attacks, using his gauntlets for cover, they were bigger but his arms would slightly suffer for it. He decided though still that the girl was worth it since she had the ability to fight. "Keep going!"
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Post by Tempest on Nov 29, 2009 20:35:44 GMT -5
Tempest retched a bit more, getting the rest of the poison out of his body. He stood up and wiped his mouth, grabing his blades. He bent his knees, hoping he was strong enough. He then jumped in the air. A dark cloud formed around Tempest's body as he rose. He had never become one with the lightning before, and was a bit nervous to try it. His clouded body rose into the storm clouds and dissappeared.
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Post by Andy Jammer on Nov 29, 2009 22:06:21 GMT -5
Andy 'responded' to Trucido by charging his fist with energy and punching at his chest. The next sound that came was similar to that of a cannon, for the fist was charged with high potent energy.
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Post by Trucido Damnedblood on Nov 29, 2009 22:14:59 GMT -5
Trucido was shocked at the forced, sending him backwards. "I guess not. This is a worthy battle!" he said as he looked at the sword. "I wish I had my whip. I guess I will have to use this and these." He back shot out six skeletal wings, the tips looking like blades. He ran over to him and started to jab at him with the wings.
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Post by Gensayce Zidjiai on Nov 30, 2009 14:34:35 GMT -5
Gensayce rolled away from the Wright's scrabbling hands and spun up to his feet. Holding his spear in an offensive position he moved forward and attacked with deadly precision, he jabbed at the creatures chest and then swinging it around he slashed horizantally towards it's head.
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Post by The Gravelord Requiem on Dec 2, 2009 0:54:20 GMT -5
Gensayce's deft precision was indeed deadly, his spear finding its way into the abominations chest, but even through the damage was evident, the creature still retaliated fervently with powerful blows of it's own. As the spear came swiping at the Wright's skull, it batted the spear tip away and delivered it's own swiping strike towards Gensayce's head.
Taggert, having culminated enough energy by siphoning life force from the surrounding scenery, forces the dark aura that flares around him to slowly expand into a void of darkness. "I shall sink all you wretches into the dark abyss, where my unholy horrors will feast on your bones, and tear at you flesh, as you are helpless to fight off their advances with your pitiful human vision." And Taggert was right to make such vicious threats. The expanding zone of black was a magical field of Deep Darkness, a zone that permitted no light of any kind to shine within it, magical or not; a setting where Taggert's creatures would be at a great advantage unless the heroes but ample distance between themselves and the necromancer.
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Dec 2, 2009 14:08:15 GMT -5
Ayalan could feel the gauntlet fill with an unholy power as he opened his eyes, realizing, and he could only push away the Wright with his arms, and growling at his multiple lacerations. He blocked the shots with the now magic imbued gauntlets, and then turned to Kara, "We have to go! Now!" He knew there was a spell being used that went beyond his own powers; he tried to enchant as he got to his knees, hoping someone would take care of the Wright- he aimed his hands toward Taggert and the Wrights.
It was a classical maneuver, using a teleportation spell as he aimed toward the forest, focusing on his spell and hoping it would work.
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