Malchaeius Posted February 27, 2007 Report Share Posted February 27, 2007 As seen through the eyes of Flesico Forenote: A lot of the people that voided in and out while the Anume-Balwen fight was taking place ought to read this. While I was tapping a return in every five second, I noticed that EVERYONE that voided missed at least one line of important text, so this should fill in the blanks. I took all the battle portions out, simply because I do not know all the cabal skills, and do not know how to edit them out properly. Suffice it to say, some battle rounds scrolled to about 150 lines at most. --- [Academy](Veteran) Iehwu: 'How was your nap, Sir?' The translucent form of Eshaine rises from the ground like smoke. [Academy](Elder) Flesico: 'Long.' The Red Dragon Inn Commons You stand within the Red Dragon Inn commons. A large wooden bar spans the room here, and a very pretty serving girl is here, pouring ales for the guests. A large stage has been set up here for traveling performers, and a small stairway leads upward to the rooms on the next floor. [Exits: north south] A large wooden stage is built here, for performers. (Translucent) A wood spirit is here. A wood spirit says 'Hello Flesico.' Flesico stands up on the stage, dropping his book. 'Hello hello...!' A wood spirit says 'Now that the mist-gates are closed and we all have gained some strength back it is time that the Curse is destroyed one and for all.' A wood spirit says 'Rally whomever you can and march on S'handor.' Eshaine dissipates. Flesico removes his monocle. 'You want -me- to rally soldiers?' Flesico returns his monocle to his eye and turns on his heel. 'Me?!' A loud groan comes from Flesico. Corinkorth tells you 'watch thE jjaiils?' You tell Corinkorth 'I may not be able to. Eshaine just told me to rally soldiers to march against Balwen.' Flesico picks up his books and leaps off of the stage. Flesico nasales, 'Gaaugh!' [Flesico goes to the Library] The translucent form of Eshaine rises from the ground like smoke. Flesico spreads parchments and ink out on a desk and sits at it. A wood spirit says 'You of course, should mainly observe, get someone else to do the battling.' Eshaine dissipates. Flesico makes a 'tch' sound, tapping the top of the paper with the inked tip of his quill pen. Corinkorth tells you 'nnotify everyonE thAht wEh hEhaad to sSz'hawndor.' You tell A wood spirit 'Where would you like the rallied army to meet?' A wood spirit tells you 'At S'handor.' [Corinkorth comes in later while I’m writing.] Corinkorth says 'GatHehR ehveryOne hEREh.' Flesico lifts his pen. 'No no. Eshaine said that the rally will be at S'handor.' Flesico nasales, 'Near it, anyway.' Corinkorth nods, 'Quickly send a letter to everyone.’ Flesico continues scribbling. note show Flesico: Rally Against Balwen To: All People of the World Dear Aabahran: The march against King Balwen begins soon. Anyone present willing to fight against the Curse should rally near S'handor as soon as possible. -=- Majesco. Flesico Majesco. note post Ok. [Flesico heads to Mount Rainer] where [WARMASTER] controlled. Players near you: Flesico A dark and dangerous trail Raagnor The trail to S'handor Fortress Christabel The trail to S'handor Fortress Corinkorth The trail to S'handor Fortress Gunther A trail along the cliff of Mount Rainer Enellelisell The trail to S'handor Fortress Skronk The trail to S'handor Fortress The trail to S'handor Fortress The trail seems long and endless. There are no animals around you. The trees around you look curse. They look alive, but yet, you know they are dead. [Exits: north west] (White Aura) Skronk is here, fighting A scourge demon. A scourge demon is here, fighting Skronk. (Charmed) A large spotted leopard sits here. (Charmed) A large, shaggy mammoth is here. (Charmed) (White Aura) A member of the Blood Guard protects his master. Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. Christabel is here, fighting A scourge demon. Raagnor is here, fighting A scourge demon. (Translucent) (White Aura) Enellelisell is here, fighting A scourge demon. *** Range 1 (west) *** The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. *** Range 2 (west) *** A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. *** Range 3 (west) *** The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. *** Range 4 (west) *** A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. A scourge demon is here looking for another kill. The undead warrior is here. [some fighting concludes with destroyed undead and demons.] Enellelisell says wearily, 'Let us form together, before I strike you all with the elements, or something.' Enellelisell lets out a long, seemingly exaggerated sigh. Christabel nods. Corinkorth beckons for everyone to follow. Christabel says 'Who leads?' You join Corinkorth's group. Christabel joins Corinkorth's group. Enellelisell joins Corinkorth's group. Corinkorth's group: [50 Bar] Flesico 100% hp 92% mana 24% mv 498638 xp [50 Mob] Someone 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [47 Pal] Christabel 100% hp 11% mana 100% mv 619207 xp [50 Ran] Corinkorth 100% hp 81% mana 86% mv 556265 xp [50 Mob] A large mammoth 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [50 Mob] A large spotted leopard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [51 Mob] The blood guard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [46 Inv] Enellelisell 95% hp 98% mana 100% mv 507704 xp Raagnor joins Corinkorth's group. Enellelisell allows himself the slightest of unenthusiastic smiles. Iehwu walks in. Skronk joins Corinkorth's group. Iehwu joins Corinkorth's group. Christabel says 'Everyone follow the ranger here!' Corinkorth says 'SSsaNzjtuARy foOoR aLl aof usSs..' Corinkorth's group: [50 Bar] Flesico 100% hp 80% mana 31% mv 498638 xp [50 Mob] Someone 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [45 War] Raagnor 100% hp 77% mana 100% mv 480988 xp [47 Dru] Iehwu 100% hp 93% mana 22% mv 507945 xp [47 Pal] Christabel 100% hp 14% mana 100% mv 619207 xp [50 Ran] Corinkorth 100% hp 84% mana 96% mv 556265 xp [50 Mob] A large mammoth 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [50 Mob] A large spotted leopard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [51 Mob] The blood guard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [46 Inv] Enellelisell 97% hp 99% mana 100% mv 507704 xp [50 War] Skronk 100% hp 98% mana 100% mv 417888 xp Skronk nods. Skronk rides west. [We fight westward for a long time until we reach the gates. This is when we calm down long enough to rest.] An unnatural gray hue begins to cloud the normally red skies of Aabahran. It starts from S'handor, but it spreads everywhere at an exponential rate... The Gate of S'handor Fortress There are evil spirits all around you. There is evil in the air and the smell of dead flesh makes you want to leave. Curiosity makes you want to go forward, but curiosity can kill you. Corinkorth coughs loudly. Skronk says 'Mer wounds is deep!' Gunther looks at Skronk. Iehwu kneels respectfully before A wood spirit. Raagnor says 'anyone seen me axes' Enellelisell snores loudly, and it becomes apparent he isn't going to be able to wake up from deep sleep of his own accord. Unnatural beams of lightning crackle outwards from the clouds formed by the darkened skies... this does not look good at all. The entire area surrounding S'handor is littered with the corpses of those that fell in the recent assault! [Eating, sleeping, spelling up.] Enellelisell lets out a long, seemingly exaggerated sigh. Corinkorth's group: [50 Bar] Flesico 78% hp 14% mana 89% mv 483638 xp [50 Mob] Someone 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [45 War] Raagnor 24% hp 100% mana 100% mv 481581 xp [47 Dru] Iehwu 51% hp 65% mana 100% mv 510415 xp [47 Pal] Christabel 33% hp 37% mana 100% mv 620038 xp [50 Ran] Corinkorth 91% hp 100% mana 100% mv 556265 xp [50 Mob] A large mammoth 45% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [50 Mob] A large spotted leopard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [56 Mob] The blood guard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [47 Inv] Enellelisell 51% hp 98% mana 100% mv 508653 xp [50 War] Skronk 86% hp 100% mana 100% mv 417888 xp Khalandar's maddened cackling filters into your ears, "You are too late! You cannot stop me!" Corinkorth says 'Weh wiLL nNnooT rUhsshH thHiss.' [HERALD] (Inductee) Emak: 'Is it happening now??' [HERALD] (Herald) Flesico: 'Emak, if you have the will power, join us at the gates of S'handor.' [HERALD] (Inductee) Emak: 'I will come.' Beams of this lightning strike random places all over Aabahran! Buildings, forests, fortresses, and even PEOPLE alike are all targeted by these strikes! Corinkorth yells 'QuhiCckLy!' Enellelisell yells 'It's the end!' Corinkorth yells 'gEhT OovEhR hheRe!' Morchial yells 'Cowards! Fight for your gods!' Corinkorth beckons Ghrantheeka to follow...hmmm what's going on? Skronk rides in. Enellelisell yells 'We're all going to die!' [People running in and out chaotically.] Ghrantheeka joins Corinkorth's group. Morchial joins Corinkorth's group. Khalandar yells 'Those who join me I guarantee a quick death!' Corinkorth says 'MOoRchiIahhL, GhrAhnThEEcka, annD sSsKronnnk.' Ghrantheeka shakes his head. Ghrantheeka says 'Nota meh' Corinkorth says 'You thhreE aRE thhE fFRonnntalsSs.' Ghrantheeka nods. Corinkorth says 'CkEep thHooszsE threEh bREatHinnG, thHat isSs thhe goal.' Emak nods at you in agreement. Corinkorth says 'LEtsSz go.' As you enter S'handor, there feels as if there is little time to rest, constantly your party is attacked by the unliving and demonic army! Constantly must you slay opposing forces! Emak joins Corinkorth's group. Enellelisell lets out a long, seemingly exaggerated sigh. Corinkorth says 'EhveryaonnE! on yoOouhhR ffeet!' Corinkorth's group: [50 War] Ghrantheeka 91% hp 99% mana 100% mv 355537 xp [50 Hea] Emak 100% hp 88% mana 94% mv 435403 xp [50 Bmg] Morchial 72% hp 55% mana 100% mv 162570 xp [50 Bar] Flesico 100% hp 48% mana 100% mv 483638 xp [45 War] Raagnor 75% hp 100% mana 100% mv 481581 xp [47 Dru] Someone 100% hp 40% mana 100% mv 510486 xp [47 Pal] Christabel 100% hp 58% mana 100% mv 619437 xp [50 Ran] Corinkorth 100% hp 98% mana 100% mv 556265 xp [50 Mob] A large mammoth 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [50 Mob] A large spotted leopard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [56 Mob] The blood guard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [47 Inv] Enellelisell 89% hp 96% mana 100% mv 508680 xp [50 War] Skronk 100% hp 96% mana 100% mv 417888 xp [The group moves through S’handor’s rather empty streets] The army of Balwen has been reduced in the aftermath of the recent battle, they all crowd around the entrance of the gates! In the distance, directly above the palace of S'handor, a condensed orb of energy can be seen building in power! [several Shendiirs appear, and they are killed.] You feel a rumbling beneath your feet, a slight tremor, but enough to worry you. [Khalandar fire-balls us from a palace balcony.] Khalandar's fireball devastates you! Khalandar's fireball *** DEMOLISHES *** Enellelisell! Khalandar's fireball LACERATES Christabel! Khalandar's fireball devastates Emak! Khalandar's fireball MASSACRES Raagnor! Khalandar's fireball wounds Skronk. Khalandar's fireball wounds Ghrantheeka. Khalandar's fireball MASSACRES Iehwu! A pair of giant blades phases in around Morchial and begin their deadly dance. Khalandar's fireball injures Morchial. Corinkorth scans all around. Morchial snarls loudly, saliva dripping from his dark jaw. Corinkorth growls. Corinkorth says 'DOon't stoP.' A Rotting Residence You cannot grasp the power and horror that did all this damage to the place. There are burn marks on the walls. You notice a disgusting smell that fills the room. You see the remains of the people that once lived here. They are reduce to nothing but a memory and a pile of bones. A warder is here courting death. A warder says 'Get out of here Flesico, Virigoth's Curse will destroy you!' A warder says 'Get out of here Emak, Virigoth's Curse will destroy you!' A warder says 'Leave Skronk before you get hurt, the Khalandar is near!' A warder says 'Leave Iehwu before you get hurt, the Khalandar is near!' A warder says 'Leave Morchial before you get hurt, the Khalandar is near!' [The warder plays his part, and then Vhalen and Dagizon show up.] Vhalen joins Corinkorth's group. [Huge battle with several Shendiirs and undead.] The palace gate east of you opens. [Corinkorth’s Blood guard attacks Dagizon. An Immortal purges the blood guard.] Morchial shakes his wings lightly and ascends into the air. Corinkorth growls. Dagizon says 'Well well well.' Dagizon says 'Quite the gathering' Dagizon throws back his head and cackles with insane glee! Flesico rolls his olive green eyes dramatically. Morchial tells the group 'On the hour we press.' Hallway in the Palace The walls are dark as night. You hear the call of a beast in the distance. Souls of those that lost their lives in S'handor Fortress are hovering over you. [Exits: east west] ( 2) A delicious magic berry is here. A delicious magic apple is here. A delicious magic mushroom is here. A magical spring flows from the ground here. The ripped-off ear of a shendiir is lying here. (WANTED) Dagizon the Doomblade is here. (White Aura) Skronk the Master of War is here, sitting astride a warhorse. Ghrantheeka the Master of War is here. (White Aura) Vhalen is sitting here meditating. (Charmed) (White Aura) A large, shaggy mammoth is here. (Charmed) A large spotted leopard sits here. (Translucent) (White Aura) Enellelisell the Lethargic Sickly Faerie is here. (White Aura) Christabel the Hammer of Heretics is here, sitting astride the Goliath. Emak the Holy Matriarch of Healing is here. (White Aura) Iehwu the Oracle of the Forest is here. (White Aura) Raagnor the Master of Mithril is here, sitting astride a warhorse. (White Aura) Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. (White Aura) Morchial is sleeping here. Corinkorth nods. Dagizon says 'Bloody hell.' Corinkorth beckons Dagizon to follow...hmmm what's going on? Corinkorth says 'NoOow OR NnEVEr.' Dagizon says 'There better be some blasted big stacks of gold in this place' Dagizon joins Corinkorth's group. [The group breaks into the palace.] Khalandar yells 'Bring me their near lifeless bodies, so that I may use the energy of their pathetic souls!' Corinkorth's group: [50 War] Ghrantheeka 100% hp 96% mana 100% mv 355537 xp [50 Hea] Emak 100% hp 77% mana 100% mv 435403 xp [50 Bla] Dagizon 100% hp 79% mana 100% mv 470585 xp [50 Bmg] Morchial 81% hp 59% mana 99% mv 162570 xp [50 Bar] Flesico 96% hp 27% mana 100% mv 483638 xp [45 War] Raagnor 92% hp 93% mana 100% mv 481994 xp [50 Mon] Vhalen 85% hp 93% mana 100% mv 513523 xp [47 Dru] Iehwu 99% hp 58% mana 100% mv 510919 xp [47 Pal] Christabel 100% hp 27% mana 100% mv 620092 xp [50 Ran] Corinkorth 100% hp 94% mana 100% mv 556265 xp [50 Mob] A large mammoth 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [50 Mob] A large spotted leopard 100% hp 100% mana 100% mv 0 xp [47 Inv] Enellelisell 93% hp 100% mana 100% mv 509270 xp [50 War] Skronk 99% hp 77% mana 87% mv 417888 xp The Study This room is surrounded by dark magic. It is much like the hallway outside. The room is dark and cold. This used to be the king's personal study, but now, it's nothing more than a wreck. [Exits: north] (White Aura) Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. Ghrantheeka is here, fighting A nightwalker. (White Aura) Skronk is here, fighting A nightwalker. (White Aura) Morchial is here, fighting A nightwalker. A nightwalker is here, fighting Skronk. Vhalen flies in. A large mammoth flies in. A large spotted leopard flies in. Iehwu walks in. Raagnor rides in. The gray clouds over Aabahran begin to produce even stronger energy! And now they are accompanied by more occurring tremors... this does not bode well at all. Corinkorth says 'GhhraNtHeekaw, breAk ThHe Dooor..' Ghrantheeka says 'old' Morchial says 'Shatter the underneath.' Ghrantheeka shakes his head. Ghrantheeka says 'Canna' Morchial says 'Then we will visit Mordeth's holdings.' The throne room is where you will surely find the Curse. [They fight through several more Shendiirs to reach the throne room.] You scan west. *** Range 1 (west) *** (White Aura) The Curse of Virigoth stands before you, its eyes full of contemplative insanity. The entire area surrounding S'handor is littered with the corpses of those that fell in the recent assault! [There is a long period of sleeping, drinking, eating, spelling up, “sanc plz”, and other important stuff.] Balwen's Throne Room You stand within a poorly lit room. Nothing adorns this chamber save a solitary throne that has been carved using the bones of the various races of Aabahran. On the west side of the room is a large map that hangs upon the wall. It contains several strategic points of attack. On the side of the throne is a large orb that hums with dark energy. [Exits: east] (White Aura) Vhalen the Grand Master of Seasons is here. (Charmed) (White Aura) A large, shaggy mammoth is here. (Charmed) (White Aura) A large spotted leopard sits here. (White Aura) Enellelisell the Lethargic Sickly Faerie is here. (White Aura) Christabel the Hammer of Heretics is here. (White Aura) Emak the Holy Matriarch of Healing is here. (White Aura) Raagnor the Master of Mithril is here. (WANTED) Dagizon the Doomblade is here. (White Aura) Iehwu the Oracle of the Forest is here. (White Aura) Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. (White Aura) Skronk is here, fighting Khalandar. (White Aura) Morchial is here, fighting Khalandar. (White Aura) Khalandar is here, fighting Morchial. The Khalandar seems to be drawing people at whim, creating portals that translocate its prey straight to it. [Here lies a portion of the log that was far too chaotic to leave in. To summarize, several, SEVERAL people got put on their knees, stunned, or killed by Khalandar. Most of them were kneeled, stunned, or killed more than once. Khranin also showed up during this time. In the end, everyone was beaten.] As you lie there, in utter pain, you find yourselves shackled to the walls. Balwen's Throne Room You stand within a poorly lit room. Nothing adorns this chamber save a solitary throne that has been carved using the bones of the various races of Aabahran. On the west side of the room is a large map that hangs upon the wall. It contains several strategic points of attack. On the side of the throne is a large orb that hums with dark energy. [Exits: east] The ground and the surrounding area is stained in blood and covered in gore. The corpse of Iehwu is lying here. Skronk the Master of War is here. {Wolf} Iehwu is kneeling on the ground. (Translucent) (White Aura) Khranin is resting here. (White Aura) Enellelisell is sleeping here. Vhalen the Grand Master of Seasons is here. Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. (Translucent) Morchial the Scourge of Evermore is here. (White Aura) The Curse of Virigoth stands before you, powerful energies surrounding its body! Emak is kneeling on the ground. The entire world begins to rumble! Khalandar says 'Now you will witness the destruction of Aabahran.' With a simple wave of its hand, the entire roof of the palace flies open! The orb within the center of the room... the focus point of all the energy of the souls... begins to float into the sky. where [WARMASTER] controlled. Players near you: Murf Balwen's Throne Room Khranin Balwen's Throne Room Ghrantheeka Balwen's Throne Room Emak Balwen's Throne Room Dagizon (WANTED) Balwen's Throne Room Morchial Balwen's Throne Room Flesico Balwen's Throne Room Vhalen Balwen's Throne Room Iehwu Balwen's Throne Room Christabel Balwen's Throne Room Corinkorth Balwen's Throne Room Enellelisell Balwen's Throne Room Skronk Balwen's Throne Room [Everyone gets frozen.] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchaeius Posted February 27, 2007 Author Report Share Posted February 27, 2007 Chained to the walls, severely beaten, you can do nothing but watch. A sense of the end very near. Khalandar throws back its head and cackles with insane glee! Khalandar says 'Now you will suffer what I suffered!' Another tremor hits S'handor, save this one is much stronger than the others! Drawing in power, the Khalandar directs the orb from the center of the room, and higher and higher into the skies above you through the now roofless palace! The Fortress of S'handor is hit by a strong earthquake from the stress of the energies that the Khalandar is calling. Buildings begin to crack at their foundations. Around Aabahran, you can feel the rumbling beneath your feet caused by the energies of the Khalandar. It is as if Aabahran is shredding itself into pieces And then it happens - a blast of energy destroys a building in the far eastern part of S'handor! Khalandar throws back its head and cackles with insane glee! Khalandar yells 'It begins!' All of S'handor begins to crumble around you as the very earth beneath your feet shakes violently One by one, the ragged buildings of the once famed fortress topple over as a great rumbling beneath you intensifies! BOOM! A massive geyser of molten lava erupts into the air! Fire. Sulfur. Brimstone. All rain from the heavens following a radial pattern. The very air itself is becomes thick - not only in heat but texture. The Khalandar, even more maniacal looking, ignores the spectacle around itself - So driven is this creature by its goal of destruction! More and more geysers of lava erupt from the ground, having a devastating effect upon the unlucky demons and undead who happen to be gathered near or upon the location of the eruptions. "Aabahran will remember this day as a day of mourning!" bellows the crazed figure once known as Balwen the Magnificent. Khalandar throws back its head and cackles with insane glee! The Khalandar raises its claws, and begins to direct the energy from the collected souls into it's orb. In several portions of the city, the lava has formed lakes, where those who cannot run fast enough are overtaken and roasted to death. The entire area surrounding S'handor is littered with the corpses of those that fell in the recent assault! Khalandar grins as he adds, "For those of you who die this day... Thank Lestinari for inadvertently freeing my mind." The Fiend cackles even more as it caresses its free hand upon the skinned flesh of Lestinari that it now wears as an ornament. At this point, the energy collected within the sphere has reached its zenith - and as such, the orb floats higher and higher into the skies above Aabahran. The sound of the orb powering up for the explosion enters your ears, and you are powerless to stop it... Khalandar grins evilly. Khalandar waves happily. The Khalandar tosses its arms in the air, laughing madly as energy surges around its enormous figure. This is it... the end... Suddenly, another MASSIVE explosion rocks the very foundation of S'handor! This one is strong enough that even the Khalandar is sent face first onto the floor! Khalandar rolls onto its stomach, angry at the distraction, but before it can proceed another explosion - this time very near to the gathered party - sends everyone flying several feet in opposite directions. From the crater created by the explosion, the strangest thing can be seen coming from the pool of lava... the form of a woman in the fetal position, her body encased in a transparent orb of energy. Khalandar gets to its feet, forgetting about the orb of energy that still floats above S'handor awaiting the command to turn all of Aabahran into a wasteland. The energy womb that encases the woman begins to crack as it levitates from the crater created by the unleashed lava. The crack runs down the side of this enclosure until it breaks, the woman emerges from her fetal position very slowly - extending her feet first, followed by her arms. The army of Balwen has been reduced in the aftermath of the recent battle, they all crowd around the entrance of the gates! She lands on the floor, opening her eyes to reveal a hypnotic shade of deep sky blue, and allowing her hair to settle down around her. Khalandar growls out, 'What is this?! Another lamb to the slaughter?' The woman takes her time analyzing her current situation, not even bothering to answer the monstrosity that stands before her. She looks at all of you - one at a time - assessing your injuries. Khalandar, angered by being ignored, screams, 'RIP HER SOUL FROM HER BODY! That I may add it to my Orb!' The command of their king heard, a swarm of demons take into the air, all intending to devour the woman before you. The Scourge Demons land upon the woman, and so many are the attackers that you can no longer see the woman from beneath the dogpile of attackers. The Khalandar cackles madly at this spectacle, but the smile soon fades as beams of white light begin to emanate from beneath the dogpile! All of the creatures are eradicated in a powerful spherical blast of energy that is emitted from the body of the woman! The woman stands unscathed, it is now that you see the cryptic runes that cover her entire body fading - as if depowering after a powerful blast. The army of Balwen has been reduced in the aftermath of the recent battle, they all crowd around the entrance of the gates! Anume blinks once, 'Finally', she states, 'The second seal is broken.' Though Khalandar does its best to hide it, you can still see that the beast is impressed. 'I SAID DESTROY HER YOU WEAKLINGS!' And so another wave descends upon the figure. This time, she reaches to her side and procures a slender yet powerful looking sword. As the Undead Warriors attack, the woman springs into action! She easily parries the attacks of the clumsy unliving warriors, slicing limbs, heads and torsos as she cuts a warpath through her attackers. With each swing comes a release of chaotic energy as another one of Khalandar's minions meets its end. With a swift downward arc of her blade, she cuts the final Scourge demon cleanly in half through its horizontal plane - She has barely broken a sweat. Clap. Clap. Clap. Comes the patronizing clapping noise from the Khalandar. 'Impressive. Tell me your name - so that I may have it engraved on your tombstone.' threatens the beast as it reaches for its own weapon. When she speaks, it is a soft and somewhat melodious voice. 'Anume. The Weapon of The One TRUE God.' The Khalandar places the tip of the Curse of Balwen on the ground, allowing it to drag as it circles about the figure of the newly-named Anume. The entire area surrounding S'handor is littered with the corpses of those that fell in the recent assault! Sparks are created from the contact between the floor and the blade of the Khalandar's weapon, 'So you are what that fool Lestinari was looking for.' The Khalandar smirks, 'You do not look like much of a weapon to me.' Anume mumbles the name 'Lestinari', and furrows her brows. 'What have you done with the prophet?' The Khalandar lifts its blade from the ground and swings it at the midline of Anume, who quickly counters by lifting her own sword in a protective manner. Caught off guard, the blow from the Khalandar's weapon sends Anume flying to her right. She recovers, but not before the Khalandar can come in with a well placed kick to the sternum! Anume squints her eyes in pain as she hits the wall of nearest building with such an impact that the wall cracks. Cackling madly, Khalandar brings his blade to finish the job, but moving quicker expected, Anume rolls out of the way. The harpooning motion that would have ended her life instead creates a hole in the wall. Removing his blade from the wall, the Khalandar bellows, 'You are no match for King Balwen. You will share the same fate as your so called prophet.' It is then that Anume sees the skinned flesh of Lestinari being worn as a belt on Khalandars waist. The rune-tattoos that cover her body pulsate as if in response to her anger. Anume readies her blade once more, 'Foul heathen! He will be avenged by my hands!' And as if in response to her anger, another geyser of lava erupts nearby! Anume charges in, meeting her blade with Khalandar's. They begin a deadly dance of blades. Each time the two weapons come into contact, you can feel the shockwave created. For such a massive creature, Khalandar moves very quickly and efficiently, but so does Anume. Being the lighter of the two, she adds more acrobatic movements into her attacks - Backflips, cartwheels and the like. This fierce battle goes on for what appears to be an eternity, neither fighter gaining the advantage. Until another eruption of lava sends them both to the floor. The Khalandar is quicker to rise, and kicks the blade from Anume's hand! Weaponless, she does her best to avoid the thrusts of Khalandar's blade. With each step backwards, Anume comes closer and closer to a pit of lava that will surely mark her doom. Realizing her positioning, Anume scans for her best option, finding it in one of the Undead Warriors that she previously defeated - yet who left behind its sword. She feigns the opposite direction, and then rolls atop the blade, allowing herself enough time to bring it up to block the incoming arc. 'Time to die, wench!' states the Khalandar as it presses down with the Curse of Virigoth. 'Urgh....You..... FIRST!' screams Anume as she uses the Khalandar's weight against it to send it into the pool of lava! The pained scream of the Khalandar is heard throughout Aabahran! Such is the intensity! Though it fights as hard as it can, the Khalandar is sucked down into the pit of lava! Getting to her feet, wipes the sweat from her forehead and the blood from her mouth. She then proceeds to where her blade landed earlier and picks it up from the ground. Anume speaks softly, 'I will free you now from the grasp of that tyrant.' As she is saying this, a form appears from the depth of the Lava - it is the Khalandar - though you can hardly recognize it, so horribly burnt is the creature. Seeing the looks in your eyes, Anume turns around in time to be impaled through the stomach by the Khalandar! Anume's eyes widen in shock, and blood pours down the shaft of Khalandar's weapon. The creature grins, so misshapen is its face now that it looks more like a grimmace. The Khalandar manages to gurgle out, 'No one, escapes King Balwen... no one..' Still holding the two blades - her own weapon, and the one that she picked up earlier, Anume crosses the two blades in an X, placing them upon Khalandar's weapon hand. The blade still within her stomach, Anume applies pressure on the two blades cutting off Khalandar's arm from the elbow down! Anume screams in utter pain as she falls to the ground, and Khalandar reels backward as dark substance oozes from the cut. Anume pulls the blade from her stomach, and speaks words in an ancient tongue that seems oddly familiar. The wound closes, but by the pale look on Anume's face, you can tell she is still in a lot of pain. The Khalandar opens its mouth, unleashing a large glob of acid. Anume throws her body to her left side, but in mid-air throws the Undead Warrior's sword directly towards Khalandar The projectile zooms in the air and pierces straight into the chest cavity of the beast. Straight into its heart! The Khalandar grasps at the sword with its one good hand, attempting to pull it out, but mustering her fleeting strength, Anume charges the beast and stabs it in the neck! The Khalandar falls to its knees, the chaotic energies that once sustained it oozing out from several open wounds. Another tremor seizes the fortress of S'handor, the smell of sulfur is STRONG! As Anume stands over the form of the weakened Khalandar, it is obvious that she needs her own blade to support her. Anume whispers, 'It ends now.' grasping her blade with both hands, she lifts the blade into the air, pouring her strength into the fatal arc of the blade. The Khalandar's head comes cleanly off of its body, rotating gruesomely in the air before landing several feet away at the same time as the torso falls lifelessly to the earth. With a fireworks like display of energy, the Khalandar's body disintegrates into the wind. With the fiend dead, the restraints that held you weak and powerless are lifted. You find yourself feeling sluggish - and the wounds from your battle still ache. Anume falls weakly to the ground, her own body in bad shape. She is still alive however she looks quite weak. Balwen's Throne Room You stand within a poorly lit room. Nothing adorns this chamber save a solitary throne that has been carved using the bones of the various races of Aabahran. On the west side of the room is a large map that hangs upon the wall. It contains several strategic points of attack. On the side of the throne is a large orb that hums with dark energy. [Exits: (east)] Corinkorth the Vengeance of the Forest is here. Emak is resting here. Raagnor the Master of Mithril is here. A woman dressed in shiny light-steel armor stands here proudly. (OUTCAST) Murf the Master of Divination is here. Vhalen the Grand Master of Seasons is here. Iehwu the Oracle of the Forest is here. Tocar the Minstrel is here. Morchial the Scourge of Evermore is here. (WANTED) Dagizon the Doomblade is here. Enellelisell the Lethargic Sickly Faerie is here. Ghrantheeka the Master of War is here. Christabel the Hammer of Heretics is here. Skronk the Master of War is here. Khranin is resting here. Skronk looks at Anume. Christabel's hands glow with a soft light as she places them on Anume's wounds. Khranin rushes over to Anume. Enellelisell looks at Anume. Christabel looks at Anume. Skronk says 'You alright, lady?' Skronk peers intently at Anume. Enellelisell lets out a long, seemingly exaggerated sigh. Khranin kneels down, and inspects Anume, checking her wounds. Raagnor looks at Anume. Christabel says 'Thank you, M'lady Anume for your aid.' Flesico's knees wobble as he tries to rub the ash from his face. An Immortal has restored you. Khranin looks at Anume. Dagizon looks at Anume. look Anume The being before you might be human but also might be something else entirely. Her entire body is covered by bluish-black tattoos forming a strange mystic pattern, almost like the cryptic ancient rune-language seen on the crumbling walls of the temple of a god long forgotten. There seems to be not a single spot on her smooth skin not covered by the strange design - even her eyelids are included into the pattern - making her original skin color a matter of anyone's speculation. Her eyes are of a deep, brilliant sky-blue and manage to keep an expression of innocence dampened with the harshness of an experienced fighter. She is dressed in sparkling light-steel armor, polished to a perfect shine. A noble looking slender sword is strapped to her hip. Anume is in excellent condition. Morchial says 'Pathetic, the creature should have been folded more efficiently.' Anume whispers in pain, 'We... have to leave....not safe... the desert...' Christabel kneels before Anume and smiles, ‘You did well for us all.’ Skronk says 'The desert?' Khranin says 'Everyone, follow me.' Skronk opens the door east of you. Khranin says 'Swiftly.' S'handor begins to fall apart before your very eyes! Anume says 'No....' Khranin says 'Quickly.' Anume says 'Desert south of S'handor...' Skronk nods. Skronk walks east. Enellelisell nods weakly. Morchial says 'Pathetic children.' Morchial snarls loudly, saliva dripping from his dark jaw. Khranin raises an eyebrow at Morchial's weird actions. Dagizon says 'Blasted bloody hell.. WHERE IS THE GOLD THE KING HAD!!!' Khranin says 'The rest of you, follow me quickly.' The Shire Temple You stand inside the Shire Temple. Large, hand hewn stone blocks make up the interior, and several small wooden pews that look like children's furniture line the aisles to the front, where a small altar is resting. A very elderly distinguished priest is here, and seems to be holding a confessional of some sort. [Exits: south up] A large pit of offering has been built here. (White Aura) Randel, the Halfling Priest is here communing blessings. [Later, Flesico returned to the path leading to S’handor to find a few people taking care of Anume and carrying her along the path. A Volcano had lifted out of the crust of Mount Rainer.] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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