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A Chronicle of Ice, Luck and Honour - updated 19th December
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<blockquote data-quote="Spider_Jerusalem" data-source="post: 2510481" data-attributes="member: 5507"><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><strong>“Who’s winning?”</strong></span></p><p></p><p>Milo lulled his head for a moment then shot forwards and clamped onto Torious’s arm with his mouth. His teeth grated against the cold steel. The aasimar tried to pull away, but Milo’s grip was like a vice. Torious felt the Ulutians rush past him on their way to the remaining guards. </p><p></p><p>Milo’s eyes stared straight through Torious as he chewed against the metal.</p><p></p><p>“You have been tempted by this foul creature, dressed as a blade” began Torious, his body tuning to the restorative energies of Tyr, “and you have paid the price, for you are now nothing more than an animal.”</p><p></p><p>Torious channelled the flux of power that flowed through him. The sounds of battle dimmed to a murmur. </p><p></p><p>“Return now Milo, for there is”, Torious began to stumble for words, “uhh… much to be done yet, and…well… lots of justice to be dealt.” He paused for a moment. “Now I banish thee, foul curse, to the depths of hell!”</p><p></p><p>Milo blinked, and his pupils filled back to normal. Torious looked down at the halfling with a stare of admonishment. Milo meekly relaxed his jaw and sat back cross-legged. He coughed into a fist, then slicked his hair away from his face. Milo shook his arm about until the teeth of <em>Vampire</em> had slid out and the gorged blade clattered to the ground. </p><p></p><p>Torious shook his head at the wayward halfling, “now that I have saved you, what do you say?”</p><p></p><p>Milo looked at the devastation about him, “Who’s winning?”</p><p></p><p>Torious wondered that himself and looked across to where the barbarians were. Having successfully waded into the clutch of guards, the battle was almost won. But not quite. Pulling the crimson halfling to his feet, Torious now saw the courtyard was almost clear of the cloud of dust. He could make out the collapsed body of Thalin leant against one wall. Milo peered down with awe, trying to piece together the last few minutes of action.</p><p></p><p>Idly, and with one eye on the courtyard, Milo fired his crossbow at the last of the guards. The bolt lodged in his back. Spiralling his arms like a windmill, the guard fell into the courtyard with a thump. </p><p></p><p>The two remaining barbarians hollered in victory and shook their weapons above their heads. Torious looked about at the heaps of dead bodies, realising that not all of the guards wore the emblem of Robar. <em>Is this justice?</em></p><p></p><p>Milo dangled off the edge of the battlement then dropped into the courtyard. Torious took the stairs. Jogging over to Thalin, Torious made sure the mage was alive. He was, though his face was a rash of blistered skin and his beard was burnt to a cinder.</p><p></p><p>Above the courtyard, the barbarians began to loot the bodies of the wall guards.</p><p></p><p>Torious felt the ebb of another healing spell sink into Thalin. A faint sound, something like a buckle being undone, caught the Aasimar’s attention. The final guard, having somehow evaded death, had dragged his way to the dead body of the border-mage. With wild eyes staring at Torious, he had opened the mage's cloak and snatched a coin from the pocket. Torious felt disgraced that a half dead man would ransack his own captain!</p><p></p><p>But the crossbowman slung his arm to the ground and sent the coin spiralling into the centre of the courtyard. With a final gasp of air, the guard died. Milo glanced over and joined Torious as they together watched the coin spin to a stop. The coin glowed red and ran into the matrix of cobblestones. The patches of ice and slush in the courtyard began to melt.</p><p></p><p>Milo locked another bolt into his crossbow and crouched ready in the shadows. Torious shook Thalin awake. The mage’s eyes snapped open. His skin had healed a little from Torious’ powers. His beard was still gone.</p><p></p><p>Thalin immediately felt the pulse of magic. “Summoning coin. Dammnit Torious. I leave you for a minute and look what happens.” Torious nodded like a child then helped the mage to his feet.</p><p></p><p>Slabs of the courtyard buckled and shattered. The cobblestones began to peel away like an orange as something forced a doorway into existence. Thalin was nearly drained of spells. Torious was all out, the last of his power having pumped Thalin to consciousness. Milo felt sick and was covered in someone else’s blood.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Spider_Jerusalem, post: 2510481, member: 5507"] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]“Who’s winning?”[/B][/COLOR] Milo lulled his head for a moment then shot forwards and clamped onto Torious’s arm with his mouth. His teeth grated against the cold steel. The aasimar tried to pull away, but Milo’s grip was like a vice. Torious felt the Ulutians rush past him on their way to the remaining guards. Milo’s eyes stared straight through Torious as he chewed against the metal. “You have been tempted by this foul creature, dressed as a blade” began Torious, his body tuning to the restorative energies of Tyr, “and you have paid the price, for you are now nothing more than an animal.” Torious channelled the flux of power that flowed through him. The sounds of battle dimmed to a murmur. “Return now Milo, for there is”, Torious began to stumble for words, “uhh… much to be done yet, and…well… lots of justice to be dealt.” He paused for a moment. “Now I banish thee, foul curse, to the depths of hell!” Milo blinked, and his pupils filled back to normal. Torious looked down at the halfling with a stare of admonishment. Milo meekly relaxed his jaw and sat back cross-legged. He coughed into a fist, then slicked his hair away from his face. Milo shook his arm about until the teeth of [I]Vampire[/I] had slid out and the gorged blade clattered to the ground. Torious shook his head at the wayward halfling, “now that I have saved you, what do you say?” Milo looked at the devastation about him, “Who’s winning?” Torious wondered that himself and looked across to where the barbarians were. Having successfully waded into the clutch of guards, the battle was almost won. But not quite. Pulling the crimson halfling to his feet, Torious now saw the courtyard was almost clear of the cloud of dust. He could make out the collapsed body of Thalin leant against one wall. Milo peered down with awe, trying to piece together the last few minutes of action. Idly, and with one eye on the courtyard, Milo fired his crossbow at the last of the guards. The bolt lodged in his back. Spiralling his arms like a windmill, the guard fell into the courtyard with a thump. The two remaining barbarians hollered in victory and shook their weapons above their heads. Torious looked about at the heaps of dead bodies, realising that not all of the guards wore the emblem of Robar. [I]Is this justice?[/I] Milo dangled off the edge of the battlement then dropped into the courtyard. Torious took the stairs. Jogging over to Thalin, Torious made sure the mage was alive. He was, though his face was a rash of blistered skin and his beard was burnt to a cinder. Above the courtyard, the barbarians began to loot the bodies of the wall guards. Torious felt the ebb of another healing spell sink into Thalin. A faint sound, something like a buckle being undone, caught the Aasimar’s attention. The final guard, having somehow evaded death, had dragged his way to the dead body of the border-mage. With wild eyes staring at Torious, he had opened the mage's cloak and snatched a coin from the pocket. Torious felt disgraced that a half dead man would ransack his own captain! But the crossbowman slung his arm to the ground and sent the coin spiralling into the centre of the courtyard. With a final gasp of air, the guard died. Milo glanced over and joined Torious as they together watched the coin spin to a stop. The coin glowed red and ran into the matrix of cobblestones. The patches of ice and slush in the courtyard began to melt. Milo locked another bolt into his crossbow and crouched ready in the shadows. Torious shook Thalin awake. The mage’s eyes snapped open. His skin had healed a little from Torious’ powers. His beard was still gone. Thalin immediately felt the pulse of magic. “Summoning coin. Dammnit Torious. I leave you for a minute and look what happens.” Torious nodded like a child then helped the mage to his feet. Slabs of the courtyard buckled and shattered. The cobblestones began to peel away like an orange as something forced a doorway into existence. Thalin was nearly drained of spells. Torious was all out, the last of his power having pumped Thalin to consciousness. Milo felt sick and was covered in someone else’s blood. [/QUOTE]
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