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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 915953" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p><strong>[PLAIN][Realms #223] Put to the Sword[/PLAIN]</strong></p><p></p><p>Ixin momentarily flicked her eyes away from the werebat leader and saw Draelond yank his jagged blade messily free of the giant bat carcass. She fixed a smile on her face when she turned back toward the baven. "He is not a 'half orc' and he is not mine to 'call off,'" she told him.</p><p></p><p>"He's killing my pets," Valdymyr snarled. Ixin saw him casually adjust his grip on the shortsword in his right hand. She calmly pulled Dwardolin's scroll of Magic Missile from an inner pocket of her cloak.</p><p></p><p>"So he is," she said in a tone of voice that told the werebat that she didn't give a Chaldileen drachm for his pet's life. She raised her voice then and shouted to her companion, but her eyes never left the werebat's. "Draelond, how do you and Finian fair?"</p><p></p><p>Draelond readied his sword as the enormous bat darted back in, but spared a glance at the fallen Archer. What he saw didn't look good. Finian's face was ashen, and his wide eyes stared glassily from their sockets like blue marbles. His lower body was painted in his own blood. The bat came in then, but the warrior had been distracted and not only missed his opportunity to drop the creature, but almost lost his hold on Ravager. If the bat itself hadn't been trying so desperately to avoid the blade, it might have taken a bite from Draelond's unprotected side. Instead, it snapped at the air however and circled around for another pass.</p><p></p><p>"Finian is down!" Draelond bellowed as he spun to keep his bastard sword between himself and the winged creature.</p><p></p><p>"Then I suggest you finish that baven quickly and then let us attend to Finian!" Ixin called back to him. She saw Valdymyr's jaw clench and his shoulders tense at her words; she let the scroll nonchalantly unfurl in her hand. "No point going around life with half-finished acts," she said with a shrug. "Now then, where is the Sidhe and what is your purpose here?"</p><p></p><p>"You lying whore!" the werebat cursed. "The only help I'll give you is finding your way to hell!" And he came at her with his sword at the ready.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Ledare snorted derisively at her prisoner's suggestion and levelled her sword at its throat. "Your choice is to come with us and risk death at the hand of your own kind, or die here now," she told the creature. "I will not leave you alone to 'bite us in the end' so-to-speak."</p><p></p><p>"On my honor, mi'lady!" the werebat protested, but the Janissary cut in before it could say anything more.</p><p></p><p>"Honor?" she laughed sardonically. "The word is a mockery on your foul lips, vermin."</p><p></p><p>"He still might have some use as a guide," Ruze reminded, but Ledare shook her head.</p><p></p><p>"If your Goddess can grant us some light, we do not need this skaven anymore. And it would not be prudent to leave him here alive, even if he is shackled," She said and drew back her sword once more and prepared to skewer the werebat.</p><p></p><p>"Okay! Okay!" the baven shouted, its eyes wide with fear. "I'll accompany you! Just don't kill me!"</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>"Magicus telum!" Ixin shouted the activation words for scroll.</p><p></p><p>Or rather she tried to. What came out was something more like, "Magicus tela-a-a-agh!!" as Valdymyr's shortsword sliced deeply into the meat on her left shoulder. Her arm immediately went numb except for the actual wound which burned with a pain she had not known before. The Hibernian's scroll crumbled to dust in her other hand, its magic spent despite the fact that the spell had gone untriggered.</p><p></p><p>The werebat grinned and told her, "I pray that Myrkul leads you quickly to your final torment, witch!"</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Draelond heard Ixin's cry, but kept his focus on the incoming bat. He swung his huge sword at the creature and felt the jagged blade tear open a wound on the bat's leg as it passed him. The impact caused the winged beast's own attack to go wrong and it snapped its bloody jaws above the warrior's head. Draelond could smell the stench of death on its breath.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>"Acid terum!" Ixin intoned and gestured at Valdymyr. A droplet of green acid flicked from her fingertips and struck the werebat in the left leg. There was a hissing sound as the splash burned through his trousers and he grunted in pain. He bared his fangs and looked menacingly at the mage; it was clear that he was a long way from falling.</p><p></p><p>"It that the best you can do, witch?" he growled. "Where are your commands to tremble now?! Who's the worm now?!" He stabbed outward with his shortsword and Ixin gasped as it sank easily into her chest above her right breast. She felt the sharp blade scrape against her ribs and then it withdrew, taking her senses with it.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ixin go down and Draelond felt a momentary swell of panic and rage within him. Roaring his frustration, he swung his sword at the bat as it came it, throwing every bit of the strength contained within his mighty thews. The blade tossed up a massive spark as it rang out against the stone floor but the bat had twisted out of the way of the swing and came in before the warrior could recover. Its fangs opened a bloody gash on his scalp, and Draelond felt it pull away a mouthful of his black hair.</p><p></p><p>Before it could wing up and away for another pass at him, the man reeled around, cleaving upward with the bastard sword. The blade ripped through the bat's fragile wing bones sending the rodent tumbling crazily through the air before it crashed lifeless to the ground some distance away.</p><p></p><p>Breathing heavily, Draelond bent over and braced his hands on his knees. His wounds were very near to being the death of him, but he had to make sure that his newest comrade at arms hadn't walked the same path as the half-elf lying nearby. He thought dimly of belladonna, but he knew that he had none and he couldn't waste potentially valuable time looking for it. Something hot and stinging ran into his right eye and he swiped it away before hauling himself upright and moving with all haste to check on Ixin.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>"There's another guard post up ahead," the werebat told Ruze. "But I don't hear anybody there."</p><p></p><p>It had given up talking to Ledare entirely. The Janissary never believed anything it was saying, not even on those occasions when it was speaking the absolute truth. She wanted to kill it, the man bat knew, and now that the priest had put some magic on her helmet so that it glowed with moonlight, the Janissary looked far too much like the wrathful angels it'd heard preached about it the temples of its youth. So the baven had given up trying to communicate with her. In fact, it'd given up even looking at her stern face as much as possible.</p><p></p><p>"You first," Ledare whispered, urging the werebat forward while keeping her shield hand on the chain that bound its wrists. "If you're lying let them shoot you and not me."</p><p></p><p>As it turned out, the prisoner hadn't been lying and they encountered no one on their way through the caves although both Ruze and Ledare remained vigilant in fear of an ambush. The werebat showed them the passage that curved down to the Caves of Night where Kirnoth was being kept, but Ledare forced it onward.</p><p></p><p>"Let's just find out what's keeping our friends shall we?" she said with a mean smile that spoke volumes. Its implication was clear to the werebat and for the first time in a long, long time, it hoped in its fearful little heart that nothing bad had happened.</p><p></p><p>Eventually they saw torchlight up ahead and Ledare hastened their pace so that the baven was stumbling along off balance as she pushed it from behind. They passed a dogleg in the tunnel and suddenly it opened up into a vast cavern. Nearby, Draelond leaned against the wall of the cave. He was ragged and bleeding and his eyes had a distant, haunted look. His face was a mask of blood. Ravager was laying across his legs with its handle very hear the man's right hand. At his feet lay Ixin. Her wounds had been dressed in an amateurish but still competent fashion. She was breathing shallowly.</p><p></p><p>"By Shaharizod's grace!" Ruze cried with a start and Draelond held a finger to his lips.</p><p></p><p>"Finian's dead," he whispered, his eyes watchful. "And the leader's still in here somewhere." He gestured then to the shadowy cavern and Ledare's prisoner let out a frightened whimper.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 915953, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #223] Put to the Sword[/PLAIN][/b] Ixin momentarily flicked her eyes away from the werebat leader and saw Draelond yank his jagged blade messily free of the giant bat carcass. She fixed a smile on her face when she turned back toward the baven. "He is not a 'half orc' and he is not mine to 'call off,'" she told him. "He's killing my pets," Valdymyr snarled. Ixin saw him casually adjust his grip on the shortsword in his right hand. She calmly pulled Dwardolin's scroll of Magic Missile from an inner pocket of her cloak. "So he is," she said in a tone of voice that told the werebat that she didn't give a Chaldileen drachm for his pet's life. She raised her voice then and shouted to her companion, but her eyes never left the werebat's. "Draelond, how do you and Finian fair?" Draelond readied his sword as the enormous bat darted back in, but spared a glance at the fallen Archer. What he saw didn't look good. Finian's face was ashen, and his wide eyes stared glassily from their sockets like blue marbles. His lower body was painted in his own blood. The bat came in then, but the warrior had been distracted and not only missed his opportunity to drop the creature, but almost lost his hold on Ravager. If the bat itself hadn't been trying so desperately to avoid the blade, it might have taken a bite from Draelond's unprotected side. Instead, it snapped at the air however and circled around for another pass. "Finian is down!" Draelond bellowed as he spun to keep his bastard sword between himself and the winged creature. "Then I suggest you finish that baven quickly and then let us attend to Finian!" Ixin called back to him. She saw Valdymyr's jaw clench and his shoulders tense at her words; she let the scroll nonchalantly unfurl in her hand. "No point going around life with half-finished acts," she said with a shrug. "Now then, where is the Sidhe and what is your purpose here?" "You lying whore!" the werebat cursed. "The only help I'll give you is finding your way to hell!" And he came at her with his sword at the ready. Ledare snorted derisively at her prisoner's suggestion and levelled her sword at its throat. "Your choice is to come with us and risk death at the hand of your own kind, or die here now," she told the creature. "I will not leave you alone to 'bite us in the end' so-to-speak." "On my honor, mi'lady!" the werebat protested, but the Janissary cut in before it could say anything more. "Honor?" she laughed sardonically. "The word is a mockery on your foul lips, vermin." "He still might have some use as a guide," Ruze reminded, but Ledare shook her head. "If your Goddess can grant us some light, we do not need this skaven anymore. And it would not be prudent to leave him here alive, even if he is shackled," She said and drew back her sword once more and prepared to skewer the werebat. "Okay! Okay!" the baven shouted, its eyes wide with fear. "I'll accompany you! Just don't kill me!" "Magicus telum!" Ixin shouted the activation words for scroll. Or rather she tried to. What came out was something more like, "Magicus tela-a-a-agh!!" as Valdymyr's shortsword sliced deeply into the meat on her left shoulder. Her arm immediately went numb except for the actual wound which burned with a pain she had not known before. The Hibernian's scroll crumbled to dust in her other hand, its magic spent despite the fact that the spell had gone untriggered. The werebat grinned and told her, "I pray that Myrkul leads you quickly to your final torment, witch!" Draelond heard Ixin's cry, but kept his focus on the incoming bat. He swung his huge sword at the creature and felt the jagged blade tear open a wound on the bat's leg as it passed him. The impact caused the winged beast's own attack to go wrong and it snapped its bloody jaws above the warrior's head. Draelond could smell the stench of death on its breath. "Acid terum!" Ixin intoned and gestured at Valdymyr. A droplet of green acid flicked from her fingertips and struck the werebat in the left leg. There was a hissing sound as the splash burned through his trousers and he grunted in pain. He bared his fangs and looked menacingly at the mage; it was clear that he was a long way from falling. "It that the best you can do, witch?" he growled. "Where are your commands to tremble now?! Who's the worm now?!" He stabbed outward with his shortsword and Ixin gasped as it sank easily into her chest above her right breast. She felt the sharp blade scrape against her ribs and then it withdrew, taking her senses with it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ixin go down and Draelond felt a momentary swell of panic and rage within him. Roaring his frustration, he swung his sword at the bat as it came it, throwing every bit of the strength contained within his mighty thews. The blade tossed up a massive spark as it rang out against the stone floor but the bat had twisted out of the way of the swing and came in before the warrior could recover. Its fangs opened a bloody gash on his scalp, and Draelond felt it pull away a mouthful of his black hair. Before it could wing up and away for another pass at him, the man reeled around, cleaving upward with the bastard sword. The blade ripped through the bat's fragile wing bones sending the rodent tumbling crazily through the air before it crashed lifeless to the ground some distance away. Breathing heavily, Draelond bent over and braced his hands on his knees. His wounds were very near to being the death of him, but he had to make sure that his newest comrade at arms hadn't walked the same path as the half-elf lying nearby. He thought dimly of belladonna, but he knew that he had none and he couldn't waste potentially valuable time looking for it. Something hot and stinging ran into his right eye and he swiped it away before hauling himself upright and moving with all haste to check on Ixin. "There's another guard post up ahead," the werebat told Ruze. "But I don't hear anybody there." It had given up talking to Ledare entirely. The Janissary never believed anything it was saying, not even on those occasions when it was speaking the absolute truth. She wanted to kill it, the man bat knew, and now that the priest had put some magic on her helmet so that it glowed with moonlight, the Janissary looked far too much like the wrathful angels it'd heard preached about it the temples of its youth. So the baven had given up trying to communicate with her. In fact, it'd given up even looking at her stern face as much as possible. "You first," Ledare whispered, urging the werebat forward while keeping her shield hand on the chain that bound its wrists. "If you're lying let them shoot you and not me." As it turned out, the prisoner hadn't been lying and they encountered no one on their way through the caves although both Ruze and Ledare remained vigilant in fear of an ambush. The werebat showed them the passage that curved down to the Caves of Night where Kirnoth was being kept, but Ledare forced it onward. "Let's just find out what's keeping our friends shall we?" she said with a mean smile that spoke volumes. Its implication was clear to the werebat and for the first time in a long, long time, it hoped in its fearful little heart that nothing bad had happened. Eventually they saw torchlight up ahead and Ledare hastened their pace so that the baven was stumbling along off balance as she pushed it from behind. They passed a dogleg in the tunnel and suddenly it opened up into a vast cavern. Nearby, Draelond leaned against the wall of the cave. He was ragged and bleeding and his eyes had a distant, haunted look. His face was a mask of blood. Ravager was laying across his legs with its handle very hear the man's right hand. At his feet lay Ixin. Her wounds had been dressed in an amateurish but still competent fashion. She was breathing shallowly. "By Shaharizod's grace!" Ruze cried with a start and Draelond held a finger to his lips. "Finian's dead," he whispered, his eyes watchful. "And the leader's still in here somewhere." He gestured then to the shadowy cavern and Ledare's prisoner let out a frightened whimper. [/QUOTE]
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