Slaying of the Balrog (Might and Magic-esque)

[Angelus]

Elai looked at the shade with a laugh and knew more than anything that it was not to be trusted. He had met far too many of them not to trust a word that they said, even if they did get the gold that they wanted it did not mean that they were telling the truth or not leading them into a trap. He watched the shade and wondered what it wanted or if he should do something to get an answer out of it. With that he let out a laugh, not even caring if anyone looked at him but all that he wanted was to get out of here, get into the forest and try and find something, anything to fight as it had been too long.

He turned and looked at the woman and saw that she still looked as though she knew exactly what was going on, even though he had a feeling that she didn't and he wanted to laugh again. He wanted nothing more than to move his horse closer to hers and ask her what was going on but he wondered if she would give him an answer or treat him like an idiot which he was slightly sick of although it was slightly fun to give it back to her.

He moved towards the shade however and looked at it. He wanted to tell Abradix that he was being led into a trap but he knew that he more than likely would not listen to him.

 

[Wolfsister]

"I'm not sure... I think Pan senses danger." she nodded and watched, her sword arm ready as he made a cursory swing at the bushes. She shifted Mist around to cover Abradix's flanks should something else come up from behind and watched with wary eye as he fought the shade.

She knew about these things, they were dark beings, naturally. She arched eyebrow and considered using Ururali (Holy Light) on the shade, but before she could summon a small portion of it, he was talking to it. She arched an eyebrow and shook her head, keeping the light of Ururali under the confines of her cloak, making sure the shade did not notice it.

"P-p-please don't slay me master... Rimble will give you your coins!"

She arched an eyebrow and let the little ball of light show from a split in her cloak, Abradix would not see it, seeing as his back was turned to her, but the shade did. The shade vanished but she knew that it was just trying to run away. She moved Mist into the bushes, calling that she was going to check if anything else was about, and soon caught the huddling shade a bare few feet away, under a small rise in the ground.

Ururali glowed fiercely in her hands and the shade whimpered, "P...pp..pplease do not kill me Mistress, pplllea...please?" it stammered.

She arched an eyebrow and held out her other hand, her body shielding her movements from the eyes of the others, and the shade cowered from her. Ururali glowed brighter and the small bag of coins was soon placed on her up turned palm.

"You will not slay me, now?" came its simpering voice.
Her eyes grew hard and she smiled, her voice was ice, "Run,"

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She returned a mere few minutes later, the small bag of coins hidden amongst her belongings in her saddlebags, her sword sheathed.
"Greed is one of the seven deadly sins my friends... Heed my warning!" she gave a small chuckle and inclined her head, not saying a word about the retrieved gold, "Very well, Holy Man,"

"That was strange... But the information may prove to save my life."

She nodded, patting Mist's neck in a soothing gesture and nodded along the road, "North? I assume?"

 

[Abradix]

Abradix cocked his head at the sorceress and smiled... She was cold but he was sure she wasn't as icy as she seemed. Nobody could be... Or could they? He shrugged the thought out of his mind and swung his leg over the back of Pan, giving him a hearty pat. "North it is... I believe the little trickster may be onto something..." Abradix lept down from his horse. "SHUT UP! Everyone get down and shut the hell up!!" Footsteps were coming closer and they weren't friendly... There was a smell of burning wood and loud yells... "Kuragash regarnum!" Abradix closed his eyes and inched closer to Pan. "Orcs..." he whispered to himself. "Why orcs? Why the hell orcs?" His memories brought up the ravaging a band of orcs managed to do to his father's monastary. The entire village was brought down in a night because of these foul creatures and he feared them above all others. The feet were coming closer... Abradix couldn't move. He was sweating. The orcs knew and the footsteps stopped... Abradix was still frozen. "h-h-help..." he managed to stutter.

 

[Wolfsister]

She arched another eyebrow at his sudden shout and slipped from the Mists saddle as he crouched down below the horses. She slipped her sword from her back and shook her head, "Next time, ask nicely,"

Orcs... nothing but meat cleavers. Not a clever one among them, but they did have brute force on their sides. She looked over at Abradix and shook him on the shoulder, "Abradix, snap out of it. We need every person to fight,"

"Barbarian! How many are there?"

She gripped her sword, her eyes lighting up with an unholy light as she prepared herself for a fight. A fight already? Now this was what she was here for!

 

[Screech]

"AH-JAGGA-GABAH!" Grognir spurred on his dog forward. Wh hadn't exactly understood everything that the ghost-lady had said, but, then again, he didn't really care that much. After all, the wordieness and things were Abradix's area. Grognir kills stuff. And the small band of orcs that had sauntered to the edge of town were nice and meaty!

Drawing out his old blade, the stout goblin charged at the Orcs, slashing wildly all around him. Did he hit any? He wasn't to sure. Had they hit him? Not yet! But he couldn't put off the feeling that the Orcs were only half-spooked, and half laughing at him...

 

[Abradix]

"Snap out of it" said the Spell Blade. Abradix felt his legs starting to shake, but he couldn't let his party die only about half a mile out from the town gates... He also couldn't let what happened to his fathers monastary happen to the lovely little town he just came from. Abradix rose to his feet. "Khnar" he uttered and a holy light formed around Grognir... Protecting him from the mass of orcs that was closing around him. He made another holy shield, one for himself and jumped into the fray. His staff was landing hits on many orcs but not felling any... He knelt down and shouted "Liracht!" Abradix and Grognir became covered in a bright light. It was painful to lay eyes on them, they now had the upper hand. "Don't let Grog and I have all the fun... Can I get a hand here?"

 

[rengadeirishman]

Astyanax

ooc:
name:astyanax
age:250
occupation:assasin
skills-blade fighting, unarmed combat, marksmanship, basic combat and concealment magic, stealth
race:drakken (humanlike, but with dragonish characteristics, enhanced strength, speed and magial prowess, scaled portions of the body,)
height: 6'
weight: 225.
weapons:drakken warblade, throwing knives, bow, kitar, hand axe, combat knife,
background:served in the special forces of the kingdom of Doragon, became an assasin
IC:
Astyanax saw the clerics momentary hesitation and chuckled to himself, "Rookie" he said under his breath. He leapt to a tree branch closer to the action. "Orcs are fun." he said then leapt into the fray. when he landed he threw a a fistful of knives killing three orcs. He smiled and without drawing his sword, turned to meet a charging orc. The orc swung an axe, but Astyanax caught the blade on his bracer and with a quick move spun behind the orc, snapped its neck, and threw its axe at another. he saw an orc approach the goblin and threw another knife into its throat. All of a sudden he was knocked down by an orc. "Im getting sloppy," he thought before sweeping the orc and with a quick twist crushed its skull with a kick, aided by his greaves. he leapt up and looked around.

 

[Abradix]

Abradix was shocked at the sight of a strange dragon-man in the fray. At first he wasn't sure if he was an enemy but then it registered he was attacking the orcs with him. He took down many at a time but there was still much left to do. "Liracht" Abradix muttered again. The dragon-man became a ball of light and the orcs were blinded. Abradix stood amazed for a moment and then realized he was still in the fray. An arrow struck him in the shoulder in the few moments he stood still... He fell to the ground and caught a look at the orc who did it. He stood far away on a rock and Abradix let out a primal growl. The rage inside him was building... What a coward, dirty...Cowardly, stupid little orc. "Crushta"... The word seemed to come from nowhere but as it left his lips the orc was crushed where he stood. He watched the bow splinter and the blood of the orc ooze down the rock. He felt accomplished but that desperate prayer had left him spiritually tired... Abradix stood again. His legs shaking, he turned his gaze onto a small group of orcs that were charging into the fray. They looked smaller, younger... But were still dangerous. "CRUSHTA!!" Abradix shouted and the group of orcs fell as one. Abradix fell to his knees; the use of holy light as an evil force was taking quite a toll. Perhaps he should stick to support. *chuckle*

 

[Screech]

Grognir was happily swinging his blade back and forth. He had hit one orc, he was sure. Hit any others? Not so sure. Abradix had summoned a wierd light to surround them both as they faught. At least the orcs seemed shocked by it.

One of the closer orcs suddenly toppled forward, a knife protruding from his neck. Grognir growled as he noticed that both the knife was not his, nor had he thrown it in such a way for it to come back and hit the now dead orc. Which meant...

...someone else threw it!

"That one was mine! I was gonna stab 'im good!"

Grognir waved his blade around in frustration, somehow managing to skewer another orc in the eye.

 

[Wolfsister]

She smiled, wading into the rapidly dimishing orcs and calmy cut left to right, her sword never missing, her strokes small, efficient but very deadly. She had no need for Abradix's blinding light to defend herself, for soon she realised that the orcs were running from her. She snorted contemptously, cowards! All of them!

She caught the other new man in the action and stopped her blade short, it went whistling to the side, barely missing cleaving the man in two, "I assume you fight with us?" but the words barely left her mouth before she raised a hand and palm outwards, shouted, "Searia!"

A fierce flame shot from her out turned palm, barely missing the strange half scaled man, shooting over his shoulder to take an orc directly in the face. She gave him a grin, "You're welcome," then she was off in another direction, her back soon disappearing. Her sword arm was tiring, but not to the stage that she needed to rest.

Spotting the Holy Man down on his knees, she hacked her way towards him, heedless of the limbs that piled up steadily behind her as she strode. Deflecting a blow to his head by another orc, Searia in his face soon took care of him and she raised an eyebrow, "Impressive use of holy energy, Holy Man. But maybe you should be -" she swiftly cut off an orcs head and threw two daggers into the eyes of another, "Perhaps you should do that far away from the enemy? Not in the middle of them?"

With a muffled curse, she felt a sharp blow to the space between her shoulder blades and growled as she whipped around, bringing her sword in a low arc to hack the offending enemy almost in two. A bright fiery light surrounded her, her eyes smouldering gates to hell as she yanked Abradix to his feet. Then she noticed the arrow in his shoulder, "Can you still fight?"

Not waiting for an answer she whispered a word, "Uraya" and a brief flash of light surrounded the wound, "It won't hurt now, not until we get the damned thing out," she grinned, "Battle trick,"

She was panting now, having used some of her store of energy and her sword arm felt on fire, but the blaze in her eyes had not died and she was impatiently waiting for another orc to attack, impatiently waiting for the kill.

 

[rengadeirishman]

Astyanax

"aye i fight with you" he said to the strange woman. He caught an orc by the throat, and spinning around, threw it far away where it landed with a crush. He caught an orcs arm and pulled it close and delivered a crushing shot to its temple with his hand. He saw an orc near the priest and warrior woman "Dolaam" he said casting a ball of energy at the orc. he drew his warblade and blocked an incoming strike. their blades locked, and astyanax drew his combat knife and slashed its throat.

 

[Abradix]

Abradix nodded at the spell blade to thank her, but she had obviously forgotten he was a cleric... He spun around with his staff out, healing the wounds of his friends and knocking his enemies on thier backs. The shaft of the arrow fell out, he wasn't sure where the head of it had gone but the fight was almost over. He could worry about it then. He stood and watched his 3 cohorts finish off the last of the orcs and let out a sigh of relief. Abradix tried to sort out his hair but it was hopeless, it was completely matted down with blood. "Where the hell is Elai?" Abradix wondered out loud... He shook his head and led Pan north, assuming the others would follow. He came to a river and jumped in fully clothed, enjoying a short rest. He had forgotten thier journey had just begun... There was still a lot of peril ahead but at least for the moment, it was forgotten.

 

[Angelus]

Elai stood there and looked at the retreating orcs with interest. This was truly different for them as all they did was fight and keep fighting until they were either dead or the people that they were fighting were dead. It eas as if something else was guiding them and he had to find out what. He knew what he was doing would be classed as stupid and reckless but he had to find out where they were going and what was ordering them to attack them all. He watched the dust trail that slowly rose into the air as they moved across the ground and knew that he had to follow them.

He looked back towards where the group was and wondered if he should tell them what he was up to but then shook his head and thought otherwise. He checked his sword and slowly moved down into the valley, watching the orc trail carefully just in case they doubled back on him.

As he ran after them he checked the trail, knowing that there was no way that they were going to get away as they were leaving a trail big enough for a blind man to find. He walked forward slowly and carefully, just in case they were somewhat smart enough to leave archers behind.

He did not think that they would be but it was as soon as he finished that sentence an arrow struck the tree next to him and he looked down the path with his eyebrows raised.

"Hmmm, smarter than I thought."

He pulled his sword from its scabbard, cursing the light that it cast and ran towards the orc with a shout who was getting the arrow from its quiver. It had barely enough time to look up before Elai's sword sliced through the air, the bow and the orcs chest in one clean stroke. The orc looked up in shock as Elai slid his sword back into its scabbard and moved deeper into the bush after the retreating orcs. He would find out where they were from and soon.

 

[Wolfsister]

She stopped, her sword arm sore... her eyes stinging from the blood that smeared her now dilated pupils, blurring her vision. She panted, her breaths coming in little battled enraged gasps. She shook her head at the Holy Man and pursed her lips. "If you are so mighty, why don't you go after this beast all by your lonesome?" she muttered to herself, careful that he didn't hear her.

She walked away, slipping her dark hair back over her shoulder, still shaking her head. She looked up as she reached her horse, approving of the dark stallion that had stood patiently, his war training evident. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed the barbarian's horse quietly munching on some grass not a few paces from Mist. So... the barbarian had a good horse.

Looking around and not seeing him, she shrugged, taking the other horses's reins in hand and soon sat in the saddle of her own mount. Tying the other horse's reins to her saddle, she wiped the blood from her face, not too bothered. She had been through worse and not been able to bathe for weeks in the Queen's Army. She shrugged and nodded in greeting the newcomer and then followed Abradix as he once again headed off.

Once at the river, she watched in mild disgust as he just threw himself into the river. She ran a cool, experienced eye over the surrounding area, slipping from her saddle and quietly walking the perimeter... setting various wards and warning devices of other approaching.

Only then did she choose a discreet spot in a slight bend in the river to strip off and bathe for a short time. She quickly rinsed her raven hair of the sticky orc blood and splashed off the dark liquid from her skin. Cleaning her clothes, she layed them out on a rock to dry in the sun and swiftly changed into dry clothes.

Emerging from the water ten minutes later, she looked travel ready once again. The cold dunking had put a rosiness in her cheeks and her full lips were slightly tinged blue, her wet hair dragged across her features as the wind whipped it around.

She dug into her saddle bags and retrieved a single block of bread. Breaking off the smallest piece, she almost regretted not stopping in the village for suitable supplies. This Abradix did not seem to be a seasoned travelor at all. She sighed and nibbled on the bread crust.

She wondered idly if the barbarian would return, and if he did, where had he gone?

"Abradix, should we perhaps be moving on?" she asked the man splashing around in the water.