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Post by Adam on Dec 18, 2006 14:59:20 GMT -5
"I have tracked that Demon down thus far, yet this is beyond my skill, his guards surround the area, and I am not of the right sort to get in there, you understand Demons, as you, yourself, are one. So ask a favour, can you pass through and find his hideout."
The Elf looked at the Demon with a stern look, if he didn't, then no one had a chance in hell. The Demon sucked his teeth as he contemplated the request, it wasn't often he would do something for an Elf, but this one was working for the most powerful Demon to walk to world, so he would have to accept. He nodded eventually and took a brief look over the long grass towards the encampment.
"It'll be difficult, yet I believe I can do it. If I can I will try and take out some of their guards." The Elf's brows furrowed as he shook his head. "No don't we don't want attention pointed towards us, do the job at hand and get out of there, no funny business, it is not the time."
The Demon nodded and begun to sneak along the line of grass, careful not to appear to the guards, he was the expert at this, and once he was to the edge of their vision he burst out with unseeable speed, and sped to the side of the wall out of sight. The Elf in the meantime drew his bow, and readied a shot in case one of the guards caught sight of either of them, his accuracy was second to none, not even the famed Huor could contend with his shot.
The Demon quickly scaled the walls still with great speed, and with a flick of his arms and carefully placed legs he landed down over the other side without injury, he was a Demon in a Demon camp, it would be hard for him to be spotted, yet he took no chances as he slipped through the back alleys here and there.
As the Demon stalked for the main base of operations for Cyrax, a new ally arrived outside and just beside Celamir. It was Donatus, a famed Dark Elf also in the service of Damian, said to be a fine swordsmen, yet always tried used his tongue and wit to fight his enemies. He smirked and bent down behind the grass, as not to attract attention, and whispered to the wood elf.
"So this is where the famed Cyrax resides? It seems a dangerously thin defence here, he must be else where, which of course is far better for us." The Wood Elf grinned and lowered his bow to speak, and give his arms a rest. "Indeed, I was thinking the very same as we arrived. Mernilior has already infiltrated, we await his report. Do you have a bow?"
"I am a Dark Elf, not some Wood Elf who needs to kill from afar, no I do not, I carry only my knives." With that said the Dark Elf moved forward a bit and shifted some of the grass as to get a slight sight through into the castle, his Elf eyes pinpointed movement of a shadowy figure, more than likely the Demon inside.
Mernilior finally reached a great building, and smirked, he pulled out a map from his back pocket and quickly put a charcoal mark on it, and slammed it back into his pocket where it came from, with a rotation of his body he was back off down the alleyway he had came from, not daring to get caught so far into the operation. He quickly jetted off the close alleyways and concentrating his energy he shot forward like a crossbow bolt and ran up the wall, and once again flicked himself over, landing gently on a single bent knee, and a supporting arm.
"Easy..." He smirked as he made one final stab and shot into the grasslands, the guards would think it only an imagination from their long day, or perhaps only a mere bunny rabbit. The Demon ran up the hill towards the vantage point the other two were on, with his report and the map.
"So, how did it go? How many saw you this time." The Dark Elf joked, much to the annoyance of the Demon who gave him a simple snarl and then brought the map down hard on the grass. "None saw me, I would like to see you do the same Elf." The Elf smirked at this and looked at the map nodding, he quickly rolled it up and beckoned them to follow, the task was complete hopefully, now they had to go in case someone saw them, yet they were ready, especially as Cyrax did not have a full force here any longer.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 18, 2006 15:36:22 GMT -5
Saxtar and Mortimor were the two guards on duty during Mernilior's spying mission. It seemed the information the intruders had, on Kyrtos, was not too accurate as Demons were not the only race populating the small town. In fact, there were only 10 beings in the whole of the place and most were Human with a few Dark Elves as well. Saxtar, the latter of the two races, heard something all of a sudden.
"Shhh!"
Mortimor gave an evil look to his comrade who had just silenced a good story. The Human was speaking of Tarril's recent death, or supposed death seeing as how he had not returned from Cyrax's crypt.
"Barilia is a damned Demon and even he sh*t himself!"
"Shut it!" the Elf exclaimed, trying to close the mouth of his moronic associate.
It was too late though, the enemy had moved on over the wall and into the complex.
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The only buildings inside, 3 of them, were abandoned so the intruding Demon would not see any importance, one would think. However, had he looked a bit closer he would have noticed 6 torches along the mountain, at the back of the town.
Only two torches were currently lit and the other four were almost impossible to see when it was dark outside. Most everything was hard to see as the darkness was constant, the town enshrouded by a black mist. Hence the name: The Village of the Black Mist.
X X ------ X X ------ O O
It seemed the two torches, set to the right, were the ones lit. Interesting.
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Post by Adam on Dec 18, 2006 16:30:52 GMT -5
(Shortish post Ryan sorry but lets see what you're up to ) Donatus called yet again to Celamir who seemed in a deep gaze, getting annoyed the Elf came forward, only to see what the object of his companions gaze was. Two lights were blazing at the right of the cliff face, and it seemed to them something was happening, or was up there. Doubt ran in their mind suddenly if their information was correct, so they would need to find out."You have more work to do Mernilior, see that light? Well you are to check it out, Celamir and I will cover you." The Demon huffed and begun to walk down the hill once again careful, they walked around the perimeter which took them a while and ran when they got closer, up towards the light. The Dark Elf ran with the Demon as the Wood Elf hid in some grassy area and kept his bow and excellent eyes ready for movement.
The Dark Elf left the Demon half way between the torches and Celamir and waited as well in grass on his belly as to not attract attention. The Demon ran towards the light, trying to determine any figures, everyone was unsure, no one knew what was to happen, or what was to come of Mernilior but they waited, Celamir ready with an arrow, and Donatus ready with his blade and throwing knives. The Demon kept his twin blades in hands, they were coated in charcoal as to not get hit by light, which made the movement a bit safer from eyes.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 18, 2006 16:47:14 GMT -5
Curiousity was indeed a powerful emotion and it seemed that Celamir could not control the urge to investigate. True, he had a mission to complete, so the most accurate information was required. After all, the Elf would look like a fool in front of his most powerful master, Damian Thakis, if he returned with useless information.
What the three companions had for information thus far was exactly that, useless. They failed to notice a most bizarre set up in the back of the small town.
It was humorous that Kyrtos, more a camp than anything, was labeled a city by the land mappers of kingdoms across the world. They never stopped running to question the true population as most were either slain or frightened to death before completing their task.
Still, the town of Kyrtos held many secrets if one were to see clearly. It seemed that finally Mernilior was closing in on his destination.
The two torches began to flutter rapidly when the Demon approached. If he looked close enough he would see that fine outlines were present; symbolizing an opening or door.
There were two more guild members headed toward the rear of the town while the intruding Demon decided what to do. They were both Demons so if he did not decide soon he could possibly be caught.
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Post by Adam on Dec 18, 2006 17:56:39 GMT -5
The felt something coming closer, it was a strange sense yet he was intrigued by the sight of a door, he watched with curiosity and came closer. Revealing a sort of door of such he decided it was best to keep a good distance, he trusted Celamir with his bow, and knew he could sure very accuratly from this distance, and he himself had a few tricks to evade danger, he was a slippery fish to actually capture or hit.
Meanwhile Celamir took a quick look across the landscape, he noted none were closing in, and therefore his flank and rear were reasonably secure, at the same time Donatus checked to be double sure and made a hand signal, Elvish it was, and ment simply things were secure. The Bow string was pulled with a deadly sharp arrow ready for the head of any who should arrive, he trusted his senses, and would only attack if he felt that the Demon was not ready and did no initiate his assassin moves.
The Dark Elf in the mean time moved to the flank towards the rear of the mountains under the cover of the grasslands, his green shirt and bent figure making sure only the greatest of Elves would be able to point him out. With his blades in hand he got in position, ready for action if he was needed. All was ready, all in defensive positions ready for whatever may happen.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 18, 2006 23:22:39 GMT -5
The two Demons that were walking toward the rear of the town began to move away from the pesky intruder, turning left at the central building and then moving to the western side of town.
It was at this point, when only Mernilior was standing there, that the secret door opened to allow him entrance. Certainly the information that awaited inside would be much more valuable than a simple sketch of the worthless exterior. However, only the most brave or stupid individual would enter the dark domain of Cyrax the Evil.
Two more torches could be seen, about 20 yards ahead inside the tunnel, but after that it looked to be pitch black.
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Post by Adam on Dec 19, 2006 11:51:25 GMT -5
The looked around and proceeded to enter the hole and saw tourches ahead, he headed for them, carefuly holding his blades incase anything should happen. He looked about, his nerves suddenly straining to keep under control, his hands shook ever so slightly, the adrenaline flowing at the sight of this most demonic of areas, knowing the mind of one, he guessed it would come to danger, burt he had to check.
Celamir looked on and shook his head, he had hoped his companion had more sense and would return, but it was not so. The Dark Elf stealthily returned to the side of Celamir and handed him the map, and marked on it the location of the trap door. All was going reasonably well so far, they were covered at the moment, none could see them, but the Demon, that was another story altogether...
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 19, 2006 12:31:46 GMT -5
Mernilior was brave, of that one could be sure, but if his brain was damaged slightly was another issue. His comrade, Celamir, seemed to have more sense and wanted to call him back. The Elf could probably feel the lurking evil surrounding the town, but his Demon friend was of a race that cared not for fear or death. What better spy to send beyond enemy lines than a crazed Demon? There are none!
However, the decision to go forward, into the lion's den, so to speak, was an interesting but questionable one. There was no doubt though, that Cyrax would enjoy his new visitor! After all, Mernilior would be 'bonding' with the dark magician during his long stay in the dungeons!
Behind the Demon, two slabs of stone crushed together sealing the entrance tight; as it was before the intruder arrived. Was it a simple mechanism that closed the door when one walked to the two torches? There was no way Mernilior could tell. Also, he was probably unaware that the two torches outside were extinguished and now no light served to lead through the thick dark mist. Hopefully his allies would see this and either go for help or try a rescue attempt. The latter would most likely be in vein, but the other option was to return with minimal information and less one crew member.
The two torches, flanking Mernilior on both sides, began to flutter rapidly. There was no way out the way he came in, so the only other option would be to move forward. One of the questions, which was sure to plague the Demon's mind, was whether to take a torch and draw attention or not and face the pitch black unknown!
What could be discerned, if only due to his Demon abilities, was that ahead the floor began to decline. The echoing sound of water dripping could mean a large room may be present. There was only one way to find out.
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Post by Adam on Dec 19, 2006 13:32:16 GMT -5
"So Cyrax, you have me in a trap..." The Demon snarled to himself and grabbed a tourch, he was doomed by the looks of it anyway, why not be able to see his enemies instead of being dealt with blind. Afterall he could one day seek revenge when he returned if he was to die, faces often were great ways to find people in this land.
He walked down towards the only route the place offered, and dealved deeper and deeper, he had a throwing knife in his right hand and the tourch in his second, he would be able to quickly throw and then equip his saber if he needed to fight, but there would be little point in doing so. Finally he grew tired, know this was some game, he could sense his presence was known and didn't wait around for the net to close.
"Well where are you!? I know you know I am here, so why make me wait, show yourself and let us get this finished with!" He gripped his knife firmer ready for a throw towards the first being he spotted in the light of the tourch. He wouldn't go down without a fight that was for sure.
Meanwhile Celamir looked on with firm stare, looking to see if the hole was still open, yet it was not, he grumbled lightly and shifted in the grass to try and get a better view, yet all proved there would be no way in. Both Elves knew what was happening, and neither shifted from their safe point in the long grass. None spoke, just waited to see if a miracle could happen before they decided what to do.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 19, 2006 14:15:38 GMT -5
If Cyrax was there, as the Demon intruder hoped, than he certainly would have smacked his non-existent forehead with a deprepit right hand. Who knew if the hand was his or from an experiment, but the point was that Mernilior yelled into a chamber with three walls and a gate. Well, three walls when a large slab of stone closed behind him; sealing the main tunnel altogether and sealing him in the room. What that meant, due to the yelling, was that his taunts were echoing through the room with certain reprocussions not known at the moment.
The only possible opening was to the Demon's left where a gate was located. It was closed with no way of opening it from the inside.
Mernilior's torch also did not help the situation, to which he was currently unaware, but the light did provide at least some visibility in the darkness. The light coming in from the main keep, through the gate, was minimal but still helpful. That is, helpful with ushering in fear for the Demon because he could now see the outline of something in front of him.
On the stone floor was a large bone! It looked to be from the leg of some very large creature. If may have been another trapped intruder, possibly an Orc or Tauren. After all, Mernilior was smaller in stature to two large beasts, like those, and the bone would seem very big to him anyway. Right?
It was time though, to take a split second to maybe rethink taking the torch and yelling like a madman. If Mernilior had maybe a few minutes instead he may have decided to just kill himself for what he got into!
"Gwarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"
The half roar, half screech, from a massive beast hidden in the shadows would serve as the trigger for ultimate fear to set in. The sound was so loud, blasting off the walls, that the Demon's ear drums may have popped altogether!
"Mmmfff"
Sniffing the air, it began to rumble foward into the light of Mernilior's torch!
It was a Minumanombie, a creature crafted by Cyrax himself, and it was composed of a Human head, Giant Zombie torso, with Minotaur limbs!
Powerful? Indeed.
Deadly? For sure.
Drooling green goop through the Human mouth atop its greyish decaying neck? But, of course!
When the monster finally caught sight of its snack another mighty roar was sent outward. It currently had no weapon, but like a large dog it had a 'bin' full of toys in the corner. A bin which was full of all kinds of fun things to play with!
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Post by Adam on Dec 19, 2006 15:00:58 GMT -5
(Sorry for size)
The Demon smirked as he heard and saw the beast enter, he had one hope here, and it lay in his speed and cunning. He lashed out suddenly, throwing the flaming torch towards the monster, and with flash sent his knife towards it with a dangerously strong aim and power (Demon's Rage) It was aimed for the heart of the monster, it could be blocked, but not dodged as it was so close, and the power and speed made it a dangerous operation to actually divert the blow, the monster would need to determine which it prefered, death or little strength in one of his arms.
The Demon flew forward using his formidable speed, and his own little trick (Shadow's Embrace) which made him invisible enough time for him to run around the monster at a safe distance and find out where the thing came from, there would hopefully be some sort of area to get passed this beast, if not he would have to kill it, size matters little in war, valour and determination would be the key, and the Demon no doubt had far more than others would have him think.
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 19, 2006 19:35:52 GMT -5
The torch flew through the air, end over end, before being swatted away by the Minumanombie's right hand. It fell to the ground and, luckily for the Demon, did not go out. At least some light was still available so he could witness his limbs getting ripped off by the minion of Cyrax.
The creature was huge, no doubt, but the Minotaur limbs gave it a slight edge over the normal Giant Zombies who were extremely slow. A normal one would have been pierced in the heart with a flying dagger, but not Cyrax's pet!
Raising its left arm, just in time, the dagger embedded into flesh and the monster yelled out in pain! It was now seriously pissed!
However, the little delicious Demon was missing and the Minumanombie began looking around for him.
The Demon would find no way out, other than the gate, and that he would have to either surrender or defeat the creature. Of course, if he surrendered he would possibly be eaten or used for pieces in Cyrax's lab.
Sniffing the air, trying to pick up his snack's scent, the minion turned and began to move toward Mernilior's position. Behind the Demon was a large wooden bin, of sorts, which contained a massive mace, battle axe, hammer, and....... fluffy teddy bear? O.o
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Post by Adam on Dec 20, 2006 9:57:45 GMT -5
The Demon sighed as no way out was apparant, all he could do was fight the beast the best he could and see what happens, the thing was huge, muscular and pretty fast compared to the old zombies the Demon King had. It would probably kill him, but he would not go down before he proved a point that he was no wimp.
He quickly grabbed the axe, bringing it behind his head with both hands and then brining it forward, the ace flew out of his hand and aimed for the head of the beast with as much skill and power the Demon could dish out with such a weapon. As it drew near he quickly grasped the Mace by the handle and charged for the beast, jumping with swiftness of a wolf and the keen eyes of a hawk, the mace was coming down towards the chest of the beast from right to left, into the left side of his ribs. It would take both arms to dodge the two attacks, the Axe would prove a large danger, as it was far more potent and powerful than the knife, yet the Mace was only a few spikes on a ball...
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Post by Cyrax on Dec 20, 2006 12:17:35 GMT -5
Mernilior was certainly a powerful Demon, but the fact remained that even if victory could be attained there was no way to exit the cell. That could be credited to the Guild members who petitioned to have a gate installed. Prior to the current layout, there was nothing stopping the Minumanombie from roaming freely through the dungeons. It was Cyrax's pet and a guard dog, of sorts.
The axe, hurled by the Demon, embedded deep into the monster's right shoulder. With its Human head, which looked humorously small on the body, the normal retardedness of the creature was substantially less. It could actually make small decisions or complete simple maneuvers, though the mass amount of green drool was still the same. So, it was able to move its head away in time but now its right arm was not fully functional.
Roaring out in pain, yet again, the Minumanombie was finally ready to seek revenge for its injuries.
Mernilior moved forward with much speed, but the weapons which he picked up were larger than normal. The mace would slow him down as he dashed forward to make an attempt at burying it into the beast's chest. The attack would be a success, but the follow up by the Minumanombie was coming.
The mace head slammed into the ribcage of the monster as its left hand and arm were coming around to smack Mernilior like an annoying bug! Whether the mace would come free of his grasp after getting hit could not be known yet.
With another screech of pain the axe is pulled out of its shoulder. After that, it moved and picked up the large hammer that was sitting in the corner.
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Possible Options:
1) Take getting knocked out by the powerful left hook and remain prisoner for up til 12 hours. (i have to go to work but can get a post after, for you to read tomorrow and respond)
2) Possibly avoid the attack and continue fighting to find victory, though you would still be a prisoner
3) Continue fighting with the possibility of being killed
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**I have certain reasons to keep you prisoner, for story purposes, but understand i should not keep you 'trapped' for any long period of time. No worries though, of course... he he**
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Post by Adam on Dec 20, 2006 12:33:01 GMT -5
(I knew it would come, and like I told you on msn I am not rping to do my best, just to have fun, so I don't mind, makes it more interesting anyway)
He knew he was in trouble as he spotted the limb of the beast coming forth to swat him like something you would find flying around a large dog turd. He was hit full pelt, and crashed into the locked gate behind him, slumping into unconsciousness. He sighed as his eyes closed and his mouth opened to keep air flowing. He was outdone in one blow, yet he did do enough damage to the monster for it to not at least be hailed as a complete triumph...
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