Strange Land (Take 2)

[Moneytalks]

"Joreth, you can help me... we must defend them physically against attack, with them focusing on their magick they will be vulnerable to an offensive attack." Vixen herself felt weakened after her efforts, she knew Roland wouldn't be much better himself, his spell being even stronger than hers. Vixen took up the sword she had stolen. She grimaced at it in distaste.

"You don't happen to have any knives on you do you?" She asked hopefully. Even as they both turned to watch as Nyte, Sith and Aric focused their energies on making a shadow portal. Nyte looked about as unimpressed as Sith looked happy. Vixen had to smile at her friend. He was the ultimate scholar, no event, not even one that could possibly kill him could waver his enjoyment of learning the shadow ways...

"Get ready Joreth..." Vixen warned as the magick started...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Roland: i was really drained..that spell alwase takes it out of me.... i gotta get it together though...i feel Zeratul approaching
"Hey Guys...im Picking up a power coming this way..feels like zeratul...Better hurry up or we will be toast...." i picked up a pair of small blades and held them upside down in an odd style known as Jit-Su-Sen

 

[Sith]

Sith started spending more energy on the spell, weakening himself faster, but allowing his spell more power.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::a slight growl coming forth from him, this was taking more effort then he'd thought, though while the barrier was mostly down it still seemed to be tapping his strength, seeing the two portals starting to emerge from the spells he quickly turned to incorporate the two together redoubling the spell's power to create a portal stable enough to carry all of them out before the barrier fell again::

 

[Morgoth]

" Actually, yes I do, Lady Vixen", he said, handing her a few throwing knives." I will solemnly defend you for this, Lords", he continued, pulling out two gargantuan swords.

 

[Nyte]

nyte swore under her breath, just hating to have to use her magic but seeing as aric and company even that little hussy vixen needed help, she gave in to the demand.

Though the blade wasnt physically in Nytes possesion, she still had a link to the power it contained, a link that cannot be broken unless by death..the strength of a bloodtie.

"jarrett, aidez-moi à me donner votre force mon amour**" Nyte whispered softly calling to the soul in her blade. yes drago was right, that wasnt no ordinary shadowblade.


"Aric, Zeterul est affaiblissement orthographie travaillent. Jarrett, svp ne me laissent pas maintenant" Aric looked at her with a brow arched not understanding anything she said.

"sorry. forgot. Zeterul's weakening. The spells are working" She left her last phrase untranslated, as not to entice Sith with too much knowledge of her blade.

**Translation to the French: 1) jarrett, help me. give me your strength my love 2) Aric, Zeterul's weakening. the spells are working. Jarrett, please do not leave me now.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen held the daggers, getting a feel for the weight and balance... they were nice. She smiled at Joreth gratefully, dropping the sword she had stolen.

OOC:... [ggls @ Nyte... i am so badly gonna have to find some uncomplimentary nick-name for you too darlin'... [winks]]

IC: "There it is... they've done it... a portal... quickly let's go!"

Roland, Joreth and Vixen leap through the portal, hoping the one's who created it manage to get through it themselves.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::grunting from the exertion, he watches the other move through the portal they've created, looking over towards Sith:: We arn't going to be able to stay here long. ::with that he reached down into a pouch and pulled out a large black opal gem:: Quick... ::he tosses the gem up infront of them:: channel the spell through the gem, it'll hold the portal long enough for us to get through! ::with that he diverts his half of the spell in through the gem::

 

[Morgoth]

"Thanks", Joreth says, looking back at them. Then he stepped into the portal.

 

[Sith]

Sith casted the other half of the spell to the gem also, the portal getting a more corporeal appearance... for now.

 

[Moneytalks]

As Vixen stepped through the portal and looked around she cursed... quite eloquently... her extensive vocabulary procured from various ports she had visited. They were indeed outside the enclosed walls but as she looked around, she realised they were far from free. They were surrounded by mountains, so tall she couldn't see the peaks for the clouds that covered them, what she could see was snow. The air was chill and damp around her. Joreth and Roland joined her as they too came through the portal.

"This isn't going to be easy..." Roland stated the obvious.
"Tell me something I haven't already realised..." Vixen hissed in response. Sith's cloak and the stupid shirt were not helping fight off the cold at all. She shivered and stomped her feet trying to get warm. The earth around them was barren and rocky. "Goddess, it's like all life has been sucked out of this place!" Joreth exclaimed looking around.

Finally Nyte, Aric and Sith joined them, their portal colapsing as they too looked around. Sith opened his mouth to comment but Roland shook his head in warning as he pointed to Vixen, she wasn't taking kindly to statements of interest at this point.

"I hope someone has a good idea for getting out of here..." Joreth commented. Vixen took a deep breath, "I swear, if I ever get my hands on the person who stole my clothes... I am personally going to skin them alive." Vixen wasn't up to pleasantries... she was seriously pissed off. She took out a knife and began to toss it in the air, catching it again, over and over... as she did when she was thinking. Roland looked around and wondered whether there was any ravines they could walk to, saving them all climbing those massive peaks. Sith looked around with scholarly interest, itching to investigate the place.

"I don't suppose anyone has any supplies on them at all?" Vixen asked without much real optimism. They all heard a screeching sound. Vixen looked up... "oh great!... Harpies... as if life wasn't looking up enough... " The great winged creatures, perhaps a dozen or more... dipped and circled above them, clearly feeling no need to attack as the many skeletons around them were proof that survival rates were fairly low here. Vixen's eyes gleamed as she watched them... "come on lil' birdies... I dare just one of you to come closer... " she hissed.

 

[Nyte]

OOC:... [ggls @ Nyte... i am so badly gonna have to find some uncomplimentary nick-name for you too darlin'... [winks]]

(now just dont go asking aricmun okay? ::grins sweetly:: or else i may have to hurt him if he comes up with any less then flattering creative nicknames for me and i dont think hed want that...on second thought maybe he would ::efg:: kidding hun)

Nyte growled pulling her cloak tighter around her, yanking arics off and using that as well. She just glared when he gave her that "should of asked look".

She looked around at the rocky barren cliffs and the skeletons. "just like good ole rhydin" she smirked. Rhydin had its own share of barren places but even this was pushing it.

She curled up her lip, revealing back her fangs at the sight of the harpies. oo how she was regreting leaving rhydin now.

"any bright ideas now hussy?" she asked glaring over towards vixen.

 

[Moneytalks]

[ooc:... oooh... clapping my hands... that would be fun to watch... ggls... definitely gonna ask now... lol]

Vixen's eyes narrowed as Nyte addressed her with THAT name again. Roland pulled Joreth out of the way as Vixen turned to face Nyte. She seemed calm enough, but Roland knew better. "Okay..." Vixen smiled, her eyes cold, "I've had just about enough of you... you... she noted the sharp teeth as Nyte growled trying to keep herself warm... "you little leech!" She returned.

Nyte's eyes flashed and Aric tried to calm her even as his own teeth chattered with cold, especially as he was without a cloak now. The two woman eyed each other up and down, clearly ready to strike at a moment's notice. Sith, ever the diplomat... tried to step between them, even he cringed at the look Vixen shot him.

"You stay out of this scales!" Vixen hissed. He looked affronted... but Vixen was too pissed to care. She pulled out a dagger in each hand even as Nyte unsheathed her sword... they circled each other... both glaring... their bodies tense with hostility. They both lunged. Vixen's knives crossed as they clashed against the quick strike of Nyte's blade. Vixen felt the cold and jumped back, shaking her wrists... "What the HELL is that thing?"
Nyte smiled wickedly... "oooh... just a gift... like it?" She brought down the sword again agressively, Vixen spun out of the way, dancing on the soles of her feet lightly. She growled angrily. She let both knives fly... the aim deadly acurate, but Nyte's blade was quicker quickly deflecting them. Nyte was smiling triumphantly, and didn't see Vixen pull out another blade which flew at her. Nyte saw the glint of the metal and ducked but the blade still managed to slice at her skin, drawing blood. Nyte screeched more in anger than pain. "You little bitch!" She lunged forward. Vixen eyes sparkled with mirth at having hit the mark. She gasped as Nyte's sword flashed dangerously close. She felt the blade cut into her forearm and yelped in pain.
Vixen jumped up and grabbed Nyte's wrists and the two of them went down. Dust billowed about them as they wrestled hissing and spiting. It was the bitch fight to end all bitch fights. The men watched, each thinking their own thoughts. Roland and Aric were clearly amused, Joreth looked horrified that no one was stopping them... surely they'd kill each other... Sith frowned at the stupidity of it all.

The girls screamed, kicked and yelled, their weapons ingored as they scratched and punched. "Hussy!"
"Bitch!"
"Whore!"
"Leech!"
... panting their movement slowed... as they struggled to hit each other, neither of them winning...

Finally they fell back and away from each other... on their backs... side by side... breathing heavily... covered in dust.

Vixen found her voice first... "well..." she gasped... "at least I'm not cold anymore..."

Nyte paused... then laughed... "this is true..."

Aric came forward and helped Nyte to her feet, even as Roland helped Vixen. The two women eyed each other warily, but with a little bit of unspoken respect. Nyte spat on the floor, "you're still a hussy..."
"You're still a bitch..." Vixen replied.
They grinned. Sith stepped forward... "well... now that the beasts have been tamed... shall we try and figure a way out of here?"
Nyte picked up her sword, Vixen her knife... Joreth found her other two and handed them back to her. She nodded her thanks as she put them away. She ripped part of her shirt to bind the wound from Nyte's blade. "Damn that hurt," she muttered as she tightened the bandage.
Nyte didn't say anything about the cut to her shoulder. Aric looked affronted as he noted the tear in his cloak. Nyte's look warned him not to say anything though.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::and he just scowled:: Now this fighting won't help... ::looking to Nyte:: As for you... ::moving he fetched up the shadowblade of hers and placed it into the sheathe that had been vacated by his own:: I'm holding onto this until we get out of here... ALL of us, alive hopefully.

[Edited by Aric_Tairwyne on 08-08-2000 at 09:25 PM]

 

[Nyte]

nyte snarled at aric furious that he would take her most prized possession from her for that little female ritual. Aric being a man though didnt get the female dominance thing. Two females challanging each other for the dominance spot usually settle things by ripping each others hair out. besides neither one was hurt that badly. woman cat fight, men go to war and kill everything in thier paths. same concept.

definantly she stalked over to aric, and grabbed her blade, giving him that i dare you to take it and live look. "MY sire. MY blade." nyte knew her limit and she was still within in, as it was her sire, her lover whom that blade carried. She also knew that if it came out again against that little chienne (bitch) bruit (tramp)...jezabel...arics silver rapier would also come out and that result wouldnt be as nice as the cat fights.

Nyte pulled out her family crest daggers, moving some of her more magical, esp the enchanted one her dear friend gave her to easier reach. "fly my little monkeys flllllyyyyy" She croaned in her best witch voice at the approaching harpies.

 

[Morgoth]

Joreth was shaken at the sight of it all. His companions fight among themselves, the place is a wasteland, and there is a hellkite coming in from the north. Wait a minute, a hellkite! Damn!" Okay, we have something just a little bit bigger to fight, if you don't mind", he said pointing at the low flying hellkite.(If anyone wants to know what a hellkite is, ask)

 

[Sith]

The cold air really affected Sith more than he admited. Watching the stupid fight had helped a bit, as it had generated heat. Looking at the strata in a nearby clear cut wall and the vegetation he knew they where very high, not much oxygen here. There was only one range of mountains so high, and they where on it, and they where in trouble.
Then came the beast. With an effort he concentrated and managed to get a nearby shadow to cover them, wouldn't make them invisible to the Hellkite, it had other senses than sight, but would make them harder to hit. Once the shadow covered them, Sith felt its slight warmth. That would help.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::he stopped and looked around at the others about, shaking his head slightly at all of this:: I don't know about the rest of you... but I'm not going to sit here waiting to be this thing's next meal. ::with that he turned and wandered out of the shadow cover, feeling confident once more with his own power welling inside him once more::

Are you crazy!? How do you intend to fight that thing? ::Vixen yelled out after him::

He's showing off again. ::Nyte snorted, she always had hated when he got like this:: But he does have a way of surviving things... ::"A little too good a way at times" she thinks to herself::

 

[Nyte]

Nyte mumbled under her breathing seeing aric step out from the cover of safety. "ooo hes gonna get his ass killed...i think."

Hey aric...if you croak, im getting your castle and guild! ::she yelled out her "encourgament" she also threw him her shadow blade, hell he'll NEED the extra help if he wants to survive another day to annoy her.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::a smirk, he catches the blade:: Why gee thanks, your faith is so stunning. ::rolling his eyes he moves away, yelling to catch the attention of the thing and lead it off out of sight::

 

[Roland Gilliad]

OOC: Zeratul has both shadowblades on them so you couldnt have just got them back like that without being caught..

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

OOC: Zeratul has both shadowblades on them so you couldnt have just got them back like that without being caught..

OOC: If this is so, he's dead already. Besides, once out of that dungeon being it's creator Aric can recall the blade to him as his leisure. Magic always returns to the owner when called. Also, there is only ONE shadow blade with them, not two.

 

[Nyte]

OOC: Zeratul has both shadowblades on them so you couldnt have just got them back like that without being caught..
OOC: If this is so, he's dead already. Besides, once out of that dungeon being it's creator Aric can recall the blade to him as his leisure. Magic always returns to the owner when called. Also, there is only ONE shadow blade with them, not two.

ooc: yea thats nytes...aric had one till he gave it up to make nytes..arics carrying another sword

 

[Morgoth]

"NO! You underestimate this monster. One of those things has roasted an entire kingdom in a day. The kingdom had mages, dragonslayers, and whatnot, but this thing is more powerful than even I imagine. These beasts have a great mana capability. Imagine this: An ultraly powerful dragon, now give this dragon somewhere around three BILLION mana. Also, add the ability to summon the dragon kings and Great Fire Drakes. Running is useless. Cowering under the spell is worthless. Also, the beast has no weaknesses. Although I have heard a legend. If anyone wants to hear it?" Joreth asked.

 

[Aric_Tairwyne]

::and with that he smirked, a black handled scythe with crimson coated blade appearing in his free hand, a singular menace that image was, he stopped to glance back:: I do think... I can handle this, I've battled worse. ::and to Nyte's fear... his eyes were crimson now as he turned back, that cloak seeming a little too alive as he waits::