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<blockquote data-quote="ConnorSB" data-source="post: 1259743" data-attributes="member: 14273"><p>Here's the next update, full of combaty goodness...</p><p></p><p><strong>"Duel"</strong></p><p></p><p>As soon as he saw the guard fall, Kel’s focus narrowed. Time slowed, and the scenery blurred. Everything faded but the black furred enemy. This was Kel’s battle training in action.</p><p></p><p>Kel’s hands went to his neck, where a dull red choker was fastened tight against the skin. The choker was made of rust red leaves, hundreds of them like scales blending in with his own. He depressed a hidden catch among the tiny leaves, and the choker grew. The leaves became wider, longer, and flowed down Kel’s body like blood. In moments, the kobold was encapsulated in a suit of steel-leaf armor. It was one of the few things Kel had ever requisitioned, ordering it made by the mine’s spell-smiths.</p><p></p><p> Around the suit’s waist a band of brown roots expanded, like a belt. Its buckle was a red leaf handle, which Kel grasped with his right hand. He pulled the handle from his armor, and with it came to roots. They were twisted and braided together, and the cord they formed stretched fifteen feet, ending with a sharp spike of leaves. This whip dagger was the reason Kel had the suit specially commissioned. It was the weapon of a scout, a light versatile thing, appropriate for an ex-tunnel stalker.</p><p></p><p> All this happened in the space of time between the creature’s jump and it’s leaping charge towards Kel. As it ran, the thing drew a sword from its back. It leaped at Kel, drawing the sword sideways across the kobold’s body, an attempt at disembowelment. But Kel’s reflexes and his strange armor saved him, and the blow skittered across the steel leaves, making a sound like chattering teeth. The creature howled in frustration as it slammed into Kel, who was knocked back and away by the blow.</p><p></p><p> But the quick little kobold recovered, flipping in midair and sending his whip dagger sailing out to catch the creature’s sword and rip it from his person. The blade flew sideways and landed with a dull thump in the grass. Roaring, the furry creature charged Kel, claws and teeth extended.</p><p></p><p> For Kel, time slowed to a trickle. As it ran to him, Kel got his first clear look at the enemy. It was a strange creature, tall as a kobold but with fur instead of scales. Its jaw was shorter, like that of a baboons, but its eyes were somehow reptilian, and inside them Kel saw the calculating mind of one of his own race. But how could a lizard become a rabid monkey? Kel could not answer then, for time sped up again, and the strange thing was upon him.</p><p></p><p> It bit and scratched, but not a blow made it passed Kel’s armor. Again Kel flipped back and away, striking the creature with his whip as he retreated. This time he was aiming for the thing itself, not its weapon, and it howled in pain as Kel’s whip sliced across the back of its shoulder, the cord stinging it and the dagger sinking deep into its flesh.</p><p> On and on, they fought like this, the creature’s claws to weak to penetrate Kel’s armor, and Kel’s whip-dagger slowly cutting away at the thing, until finally it fell, its black fur matted with deep red blood. The battle-mind faded, and Kel found himself on the far side of the courtyard. He looked across to the office, which was no longer smoking. Someone, probably a guard, had moved Jora, for she was not where he had left her. Guards milled about, and quite a few were looking at him. So was Dronosus, who hovered in the center of the courtyard, supported by his magic.</p><p></p><p> The ogre-mage spoke softly, but Kel knew that everyone could hear him. “Impressive as always Kel. Does it yet live?”</p><p></p><p> The kobold reached to his neck, and his armor twisted back up into the rust choker, pulling the whip with it. Kel approached the fallen thing, knelt, and put his palm to its blood-soaked neck. He could hear a pulse, but it was faint and uneven, like rising bubbles. He looked up at the ogre mage, who was quickly descending to the ground. “Its alive, whatever it is…”</p><p></p><p>The mage landed. He drew a flask from his sleeve, undid the stopper, and poured a few spills of liquid onto the creature. When they hit, the things flesh sizzled and crisped. Soon the liquid spread to its whole form, and the thing burned and shriveled to a blackened husk. “Its dead now,” said the ogre mage.</p><p></p><p> “Is the stone-”</p><p> “I have it. I was not in the office when it was attacked.”</p><p> “What was that… thing?”</p><p> “I shall not speak of such things here, but suffice to say it was a kobold, but is no longer. Let us adjourn to the vault, we can discuss things privately there. Oh, and thank you for rescuing my assistant. She is… efficient. Now let us to the vault.”</p><p> “But… what about your office?”</p><p> “Do you think I would leave anything of value so exposed? All that was there was but copies and shadows. Illusions, nothing more.”</p><p> “If everything was illusory, then what was burning?”</p><p> Dronosus grimaced.</p><p></p><p> “A very comfortable desk.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ConnorSB, post: 1259743, member: 14273"] Here's the next update, full of combaty goodness... [B]"Duel"[/B] As soon as he saw the guard fall, Kel’s focus narrowed. Time slowed, and the scenery blurred. Everything faded but the black furred enemy. This was Kel’s battle training in action. Kel’s hands went to his neck, where a dull red choker was fastened tight against the skin. The choker was made of rust red leaves, hundreds of them like scales blending in with his own. He depressed a hidden catch among the tiny leaves, and the choker grew. The leaves became wider, longer, and flowed down Kel’s body like blood. In moments, the kobold was encapsulated in a suit of steel-leaf armor. It was one of the few things Kel had ever requisitioned, ordering it made by the mine’s spell-smiths. Around the suit’s waist a band of brown roots expanded, like a belt. Its buckle was a red leaf handle, which Kel grasped with his right hand. He pulled the handle from his armor, and with it came to roots. They were twisted and braided together, and the cord they formed stretched fifteen feet, ending with a sharp spike of leaves. This whip dagger was the reason Kel had the suit specially commissioned. It was the weapon of a scout, a light versatile thing, appropriate for an ex-tunnel stalker. All this happened in the space of time between the creature’s jump and it’s leaping charge towards Kel. As it ran, the thing drew a sword from its back. It leaped at Kel, drawing the sword sideways across the kobold’s body, an attempt at disembowelment. But Kel’s reflexes and his strange armor saved him, and the blow skittered across the steel leaves, making a sound like chattering teeth. The creature howled in frustration as it slammed into Kel, who was knocked back and away by the blow. But the quick little kobold recovered, flipping in midair and sending his whip dagger sailing out to catch the creature’s sword and rip it from his person. The blade flew sideways and landed with a dull thump in the grass. Roaring, the furry creature charged Kel, claws and teeth extended. For Kel, time slowed to a trickle. As it ran to him, Kel got his first clear look at the enemy. It was a strange creature, tall as a kobold but with fur instead of scales. Its jaw was shorter, like that of a baboons, but its eyes were somehow reptilian, and inside them Kel saw the calculating mind of one of his own race. But how could a lizard become a rabid monkey? Kel could not answer then, for time sped up again, and the strange thing was upon him. It bit and scratched, but not a blow made it passed Kel’s armor. Again Kel flipped back and away, striking the creature with his whip as he retreated. This time he was aiming for the thing itself, not its weapon, and it howled in pain as Kel’s whip sliced across the back of its shoulder, the cord stinging it and the dagger sinking deep into its flesh. On and on, they fought like this, the creature’s claws to weak to penetrate Kel’s armor, and Kel’s whip-dagger slowly cutting away at the thing, until finally it fell, its black fur matted with deep red blood. The battle-mind faded, and Kel found himself on the far side of the courtyard. He looked across to the office, which was no longer smoking. Someone, probably a guard, had moved Jora, for she was not where he had left her. Guards milled about, and quite a few were looking at him. So was Dronosus, who hovered in the center of the courtyard, supported by his magic. The ogre-mage spoke softly, but Kel knew that everyone could hear him. “Impressive as always Kel. Does it yet live?” The kobold reached to his neck, and his armor twisted back up into the rust choker, pulling the whip with it. Kel approached the fallen thing, knelt, and put his palm to its blood-soaked neck. He could hear a pulse, but it was faint and uneven, like rising bubbles. He looked up at the ogre mage, who was quickly descending to the ground. “Its alive, whatever it is…” The mage landed. He drew a flask from his sleeve, undid the stopper, and poured a few spills of liquid onto the creature. When they hit, the things flesh sizzled and crisped. Soon the liquid spread to its whole form, and the thing burned and shriveled to a blackened husk. “Its dead now,” said the ogre mage. “Is the stone-” “I have it. I was not in the office when it was attacked.” “What was that… thing?” “I shall not speak of such things here, but suffice to say it was a kobold, but is no longer. Let us adjourn to the vault, we can discuss things privately there. Oh, and thank you for rescuing my assistant. She is… efficient. Now let us to the vault.” “But… what about your office?” “Do you think I would leave anything of value so exposed? All that was there was but copies and shadows. Illusions, nothing more.” “If everything was illusory, then what was burning?” Dronosus grimaced. “A very comfortable desk.” [/QUOTE]
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