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The Script for Faeryln's downfall (long)
Well I decided it'd be a good thing to just post it here. it's been edited out with extreme prejudice..hehehe but here it is at any rate.
wizo_simon {action} waits quietly, murmuring a prayer as Faeryln enters
faeryln {action} walks into the clearing. Whip in hand, daggers palmed in the other, hidden. A confident air about her, as she pauses in a casual stance a good distance from Simon. "So you wish to die this night then, jaluk? Or perhaps you would but enjoy a collar of your own hmm? "
wizo_simon {action} readies his mace
wizo_simon {public msg} Bring it.
faeryln {action} chuckles lightly, as she disappears from sight in a cloud of grey smoke.
wizo_simon {action} growls taking but a moment to cast True seeing.
wizo_simon {action} looks around for Faeryln
faeryln {action} appears from a cloud of grey smoke, about five feet behind him, her whip lashing out at a sideways angle, to wrap around his thigh, if allowed
wizo_simon {action} the whip wraps aroundhis thigh but he moves towards Faeryln attempting to hit her with the mace
faeryln {action} gives a hard jerk back on the whip as soon as its fully wrapped, thusly taking backward momentum, moving just out of the path of the oncoming mace. Her spare hand flicking forward, releasing a small silver dagger at point blank range, toward the oncoming simon. The whip, would have pulled free of his thigh, slicing any un-armored flesh clean open.
wizo_simon {action} is in full plate?
mocki {action} pounces in and moves immediately to the stands but hides under them peeking out
wizo_simon {action} growls and bashes at Faeryln again
faeryln {action} wonders of the dagger, which was thrown toward the neck area, as she spins in a defensive dodge moving to the side of the bashing attack, attempting to grab Simon from behind, around the neck, dagger in hand.
wizo_simon {action} the dagger bounces off the gorget of the armor...he backs up.
mocki {action} comes out from behind the benches in form of a dire tiger
wizo_simon {action} drops the mace on the ground chanting a few words and raising his arm a pillar of flame coming into existance around Faeryln.
mocki {action} stops at the wall of flame growling deeply
faeryln {action} is holding onto simon from behind, about the neck, so he would be in it too?
wizo_simon {action} blinks scratch that!
wizo_simon {action} brings the mace back over his shoulder
wizo_simon {action} trying to hit Faeryln again.
faeryln {action} attempts to get her dagger in between the helm and armor, to his neck area, as she's caught between the shoulderblades with the mace. Hitting hard.
wizo_simon {action} growls as the dagger gets through a chink in the armor...seeming to only get more angry...attempts to drop the mace, grab Faeryln and throw her across the clearing.
mocki {action} stands in tiger form near the benches looking at Faerlyn as if she is about to be dinner
faeryln {action} is grabbed, wounded from the mace bashing, is thrown across the clearing, disappearing in a cloud of grey smoke as she lands.
wizo_simon {action} leaves his mace on the ground beside him, looking around for Faeryln
faeryln {action} reappears from a cloud of grey smoke, hand full of green flakey powder, she stands behind him once more. Though her back is gashed open, she blows swiftly, the powder turning into a 10 foot sphere of dust around Simon, if allowed
wizo_simon {action} gets caught in a dust storm...trying to reclaim his mace and move out of the cloud
mocki {action} turns and pads off skirting around Faer
faeryln {action} grins darkly, lashing out with her whip, sort of coralling Simon to stay within the 10 ft radius of the dust sphere
wizo_simon {action} ignores the whip being in full plate and charges Faeryln attempting to bring down the wrath of Cuthbert with the "smite" power upon her.
mocki {action} takes this opportunity to make a charging leap at Faer's turned back leaping at her with open arms and extended claws
faeryln {action} 's whip falls as she is rushed, grabbing hold with both hands, attempting to drive another small thin silver dagger into the space between the helm and his armor. Getting knocked off her feet with Simon's momentum, Mocki's attack landing, on her back. She disappears in a cloud of grey smoke. (but waits for the result of the dagger attack beforehand)
mocki {action} drops to the ground her claws empty and roars
mocki {action} turns looking for Faer
wizo_simon {action} end up with another dagger in a gap in his armor and takes a few steps back...
wizo_simon {action} growls...dropping his mace and summoning a pillar of flame around Faeryln
faeryln {action} this dagger would have remained in place as she disappeared. She reforms, behind the dire tiger form of mocki, A new, longer dagger of bone in her hand, She drives downward onto mocki's back, as a pillar of flame surrounds her, and mocki then?
wizo_simon {action} guesses mocki gets it?
mocki {action} roars in pain as she pulls away from Faer and runs with singed fur around the clearing
wizo_simon {action} grabs his mace and moves away from Faeryln again
wizo_simon {public msg} Everyone stay back! This is mine!
wizo_simon {public msg} No one else need get hurt!
mocki {action} has a dagger stuck in her back high to the side of her ribs
faeryln {action} Growls in pain as she's burned, disappearing once more in a cloud of grey smoke, her back bleeding severely, as she reappears, a good 30 ft away, behind a tree. Leaning on it slightly.
wizo_simon {action} eyes Faeryln..moving over to the tree..and literally knocking it down with his mace (Sorry druids)
mocki {action} pads over to Baal slowly
wizo_simon {action} stares at Faeryln anger apparant even behind the armored mask
mocki {action} A DAGGER sticking out of her back
mocki {action} strikes that ..........no dagger
mocki {action} has a stab wound instead
faeryln {action} is knocked out of the way of the tree as it comes crashing down, she rolls and gets to her feet, a slight bit slower than usual, as she moves with a bit of agility, to lunge side long at Simon. Bone dagger held at the ready, aimed at his chest. Her eyes molten silver, burning for death it would seem.
wizo_simon {action} takes the dagger in his chest bringing the mace down upon Faeryln trying to take advantage of her fury.
faeryln {action} the dagger sinks almost hilt deep, catching the spinal bone, and stopping, as the Mace hits hard down on her shoulder blade. An audible crushing sound heard, she screams out in a fit of rage and pain, growling darkly and twisting the dagger in Simon's chest with all her strength, before disappearing a bit slower, in a cloud of grey smoke, once more. The dagger, remaining in his chest. The Hilt, melting away like rotting flesh.
wizo_simon {action} screams in agony....I'm not finished yet!
mocki {action} moves closer to Faerlyn lowering her head and roars trying to distract her
wizo_simon {action} turns and looks around his rage sustaining him.
mocki {action} blinks as Faer disappears again
wizo_simon {action} pulls off his helmet tossing it aside to breath and see more easily.
faeryln {action} flickers back into few, from a smaller cloud of grey smoke, a good 15 yards away, on one knee, her one arm hanging loosely in a mangled mess. She holds in her hand, seemingly nothing, but in actuality, she holds many miniscule needles, which seem more like embedded in her palm, then simply held.
wizo_simon {action} coughs a thin red line down the corner of his lip.
wizo_simon {public msg} I've had enough of you!
wizo_simon {action} drops his mace, raising a finger a blue ray going to strike at Faeryln.
faeryln {action} rises to her feet, coughing, blood being brought up, she wipes her lips and grins wickedly still. Eyes locked on Simon, her gaze harsh, like that of a tsunami upon a small island. She moves to the side, more out of luck than actual agility, dodging the blue ray in her slightly off balance stance. She walks, hand to her side, open palmed, seemingly empty, toward simon, quite swiftly.
wizo_simon {action} the ray hits a tree vaporizing it.
wizo_simon {action} pulls the axe from his belt and throws it at Faeryln quickly.
wizo_simon {action} moves back trying to keep away.
mocki {action} Zig zags toward Faer then abrubtly halts digging her paws and claws into the ground as Faer stands.....still about 20 feet from her
faeryln {action} 's lips move, but not a word is heard, the axe halting in mid air, just inches from her nose. It hurls back toward simon, at the same time, she attacks with what speed she has left, disappearing in a cloud of grey smoke midway, and reappearing just behind the approaching dagger, seemingly able to move faster this way.
faeryln {action} approaching axe*
wizo_simon {action} holds up his shield blocking the axe...ice forming upon the point of impact...attempts to bash Faeryln with the shield when she gets close.
mocki {action} turns and charges Faer from the rear again leaping onto her back and clawing her with both paws (attempt)
wizo_simon {action} coughs..more blood running downhis chin.
faeryln {action} is bashed in the face with the shield, the momentum sending her backward, as Mocki leaps , catching more of her shoulders than her back, she falls onto her back, disappearing into a cloud of grey smoke, though the smoke is quite thinned out at this point.
mocki {action} drops to the ground with bloody claws looking around
wizo_simon {action} points at Faeryln casting "implosion"
faeryln {action} reforms, barely standing, behind Simon, blood running from her nose and mouth. Red tears forming iwthin her silver orbs, creating a milky red hue. She attacks with a violent cry, in drow'en tongue. Leaping onto his back, and attempting to plant her 'needled' palm smack dab on the side of his neck, and drag it backward. Thusly missing the 'implosion'?
wizo_simon {public msg} Aaaaugh! *Gets a halful of needles in the neck...in a bout of fury grabs his shield in both hands and begins to attempt to repetively beat Faeryln over and over.
mocki {action} stands there panting heavily looking onward at Faer and Simon
faeryln {action} the needles all break off in his neck as she falls to the ground in a bloodied heap, holding her one arm upward, in defence as she's bludgeoned in the head repeatedly with the shield.
wizo_simon {action} continues beating her down with the shield not wanting to giver her a chance to concentrate on a spell
faeryln {action} 's body disappates in a grey mist, not even dense enough to be called smoke.
wizo_simon {action} growls and looks around breathing heavily.
wizo_simon {action} readies his shield and goes to get his weapon again.
faeryln {public msg} She reappears, across the clearing, rising to her feet slowly, she coughs up blood as she begins to chant in drow'en. A large silver aura glowing about her slowly. Eyes locked on Simon.
wizo_simon {action} barely able to move himself hurls his mace at Faeryln.
mocki {action} 's front legs give out on her as she slowly lies down ....the wound on her back looking really infected already
faeryln {action} finishes the chanting, as the mace slams into her face, she falls to her knees, unable to stand now. Blood running from all of her wounds. The silver aura erupting in and explosion of mettalic fragments, seemingly silver. The radius of the spell is 60 ft. The blast, turning any trees in its path, to sawdust with the shrappnel.
faeryln {action} . o O ( no, they are mine....mineee! )
wizo_simon {action} holds his shield to guard his face...falling back
wizo_simon {action} pulls himself to his feat and moves limping towards Faeryln
mocki {action} is only about 50ft away and gets hit with some of the shrapnel (sp)
wizo_simon {public msg} You...will not...finish me!
wizo_simon {action} pulls a dagger from his belt and goes to grab faerlryns hair and put the dagger to her throat.
faeryln {action} remains there, on the ground, on hands and knees, blood pooling at her knees. Growling darkly, she raises her bashed face, eyes completely filled with blood. The blood itself, seemingly moving outward across the ground, in small tendrils, as if having its own life. " They....are ....mine....jaluk!...mineeeeeeee" *the last word drawn out in a hiss, as her hair is grabbed, and her head pulled back, unable to fight it. Though the blood tendrils slither upward his ankles slowly. Eating away at his armor.
wizo_simon {action} growls and Attempts to slit her throat and throw her down.
mocki {action} mocki lies in tiger form on the ground with a now growing larger opened stab wound to her back and shards of Silver shrappnel in her body
faeryln {action} 's throat is sliced, blood pouring out, coating the dagger, in a rapid pace. She's thrown limply to the ground. The blood pooling quickly, turning a harsh black, and drying quicker than normal blood should. The ground around her body, burnt and poisoned, all grass in a 40 foot radius, suddenly browning and shriveling.
wizo_simon {action} limps going to grab his weapons and such.
wizo_simon {action} nods as he picks up the helmet, coughing up more blood
johannes_the_pure {action} looks arathil over
faeryln {action} 's mutilated and beaten body lays limply in the black ring of burnt ground.
mocki {action} pants lieing on the ground her eyes slowly closing
kathryn_aka_kat {action} stares at Faeryln's body, muttering, "They should destroy it.. burn it with holy fire... something."
zolaric {public msg} Oh gods..Kitten..*Shudders, crouching at her side...fumbling for a potion within a pouch*
wizo_simon {action} moves to the edge of the clearing.
wizo_simon {public msg} Arathil...help me out of this armor...
arathil {action} tosses yet another potion, slowly but surely running low on his supply, towards Zolaric.
johannes_the_pure {action} looks simon over
zolaric {action} catches the potion, sniffing it...before taking Mocki's muzzle in his hand, attempting to pour the vial down her throat
arathil {action} helps Simon down to the ground, and proceeds to give him a curative potion... gouging a hole in his arm and pouring it in that way if the billet refuses the liquid otherwise.
arathil {action} . o O ( Or... just taking advantage, of an existing one. )
johannes_the_pure {action} walks over to simon and arathil, looking down
johannes_the_pure {public msg} arathil> how is he?
arathil {action} then moves on to stripping the cleric of his armor.
mocki {action} swallows as she is still conscious just hurt badly?
wizo_simon {action} helps undo the buckles dropping the armor onto the ground.
arathil {action} looks up; "Sorely injured, Sir. If you are as I believe you to be, your talents would be greatly appreciated here."
faeryln {action} 's corpse just lies there, with the new neck smile..heh..nice and dead
johannes_the_pure {action} nods, kneeling on the ground as best he can
johannes_the_pure {action} looks up to the heavens
johannes_the_pure {public msg} Maern, god of power and magic... grant me thine aid
))
arathil {action} moves aside for Johannes, and then stands... and walks over to faeryln's coprse.
johannes_the_pure {action} uses his Lay on Hands ability on simon
arathil {action} pulls out another vial... definitely not at all a magical potion. The smell of pitch emanates from it when he manages to pry loose the stopper.
wizo_simon {action} seems to be a lot better.
arathil {action} kneels beside the drow corpse, gingerly, disliking the look of the blighted oerth.
kathryn_aka_kat {action} watches Arathil carefully
mocki {action} the wound on mocki's back seems to be healing good
johannes_the_pure {public msg} simon> can you stand at all?
wizo_simon {public msg} I am.
arathil {action} murmurs a swift prayer to the Sun-Father, caressing the vial, before pouring its contents over the body.
mocki {action} the wounds from the silver shards are also healing
wizo_simon {action} grins at Johannes
johannes_the_pure {action} stands also, returning the grin with a noble smile
wizo_simon {action} moves off to the tavern after putting the armor in a sack.
wizo_simon {leaves}
johannes_the_pure {action} moves over to heft his sack, then looks around again, moving over to mocki and zolaric
johannes_the_pure {action} examines each, using Detect Evil
arathil {action} then stands, and pulls out a small pouch of tindertwigs from a larcher sack at his belt. He retrieves one, and strikes it against the side of the pouch, before dropping the lit twig onto the drow's oil-doused corpse and quickly backing away.
mocki {action} the flesh around the dagger wound still looks to be boiled and festered
kathryn_aka_kat {action} sighs, seeing what Arathil does
faeryln {action} 's corpse ignites in a plume of holy fire. Burning rapidly.
kathryn_aka_kat {action} . o O ( good... that should keep this at an end... )
arathil {action} walks right through the flames, his enchanted mail protecting him from the heat once the initial burst has died down. "One down, Simon... Well-fought, M'Lord." He smiles then, grimly. "One still to go."
kathryn_aka_kat {action} looks at Arathil, "Who else?"
arathil {action} sighs. "Jaaxx."
kathryn_aka_kat {action} nods briefly.
faeryln {action} 's body burns rather quickly, turning to charred ash and bone.
zolaric {action} growls softly, gently touching a hand to the festering wound..uncertain on how to help her with it
arathil {action} walks back to the charred remains, and kicks them assunder.
johannes_the_pure {action} kneels down beside mocki, examining the wound
faeryln {action} 's ashes are scattered about , a light breeze sending them abroad, dispersed. Though the burnt 40 ft radius where the pool of her blood once was, remains brown and deadened.
johannes_the_pure {action} sighs, standing and shaking his head, "this is beyond my skill... she needs the aid of another"
johannes_the_pure {action} motions towards the tavern "zolaric> perhaps one in there might aid if there is any present"
johannes_the_pure {action} hefts his sack again
zolaric {action} snarls, shaking his head as he crouches..lifting Mocki and carrying her out of the clearing with a faint nod in ackonwledgement
johannes_the_pure {action} moves to the tavern
johannes_the_pure {action} looks around again before leaving
kathryn_aka_kat {action} follows after, limping a bit still
Well I decided it'd be a good thing to just post it here. it's been edited out with extreme prejudice..hehehe but here it is at any rate.
wizo_simon {action} waits quietly, murmuring a prayer as Faeryln enters
faeryln {action} walks into the clearing. Whip in hand, daggers palmed in the other, hidden. A confident air about her, as she pauses in a casual stance a good distance from Simon. "So you wish to die this night then, jaluk? Or perhaps you would but enjoy a collar of your own hmm? "
wizo_simon {action} readies his mace
wizo_simon {public msg} Bring it.
faeryln {action} chuckles lightly, as she disappears from sight in a cloud of grey smoke.
wizo_simon {action} growls taking but a moment to cast True seeing.
wizo_simon {action} looks around for Faeryln
faeryln {action} appears from a cloud of grey smoke, about five feet behind him, her whip lashing out at a sideways angle, to wrap around his thigh, if allowed
wizo_simon {action} the whip wraps aroundhis thigh but he moves towards Faeryln attempting to hit her with the mace
faeryln {action} gives a hard jerk back on the whip as soon as its fully wrapped, thusly taking backward momentum, moving just out of the path of the oncoming mace. Her spare hand flicking forward, releasing a small silver dagger at point blank range, toward the oncoming simon. The whip, would have pulled free of his thigh, slicing any un-armored flesh clean open.
wizo_simon {action} is in full plate?
mocki {action} pounces in and moves immediately to the stands but hides under them peeking out
wizo_simon {action} growls and bashes at Faeryln again
faeryln {action} wonders of the dagger, which was thrown toward the neck area, as she spins in a defensive dodge moving to the side of the bashing attack, attempting to grab Simon from behind, around the neck, dagger in hand.
wizo_simon {action} the dagger bounces off the gorget of the armor...he backs up.
mocki {action} comes out from behind the benches in form of a dire tiger
wizo_simon {action} drops the mace on the ground chanting a few words and raising his arm a pillar of flame coming into existance around Faeryln.
mocki {action} stops at the wall of flame growling deeply
faeryln {action} is holding onto simon from behind, about the neck, so he would be in it too?
wizo_simon {action} blinks scratch that!
wizo_simon {action} brings the mace back over his shoulder
wizo_simon {action} trying to hit Faeryln again.
faeryln {action} attempts to get her dagger in between the helm and armor, to his neck area, as she's caught between the shoulderblades with the mace. Hitting hard.
wizo_simon {action} growls as the dagger gets through a chink in the armor...seeming to only get more angry...attempts to drop the mace, grab Faeryln and throw her across the clearing.
mocki {action} stands in tiger form near the benches looking at Faerlyn as if she is about to be dinner
faeryln {action} is grabbed, wounded from the mace bashing, is thrown across the clearing, disappearing in a cloud of grey smoke as she lands.
wizo_simon {action} leaves his mace on the ground beside him, looking around for Faeryln
faeryln {action} reappears from a cloud of grey smoke, hand full of green flakey powder, she stands behind him once more. Though her back is gashed open, she blows swiftly, the powder turning into a 10 foot sphere of dust around Simon, if allowed
wizo_simon {action} gets caught in a dust storm...trying to reclaim his mace and move out of the cloud
mocki {action} turns and pads off skirting around Faer
faeryln {action} grins darkly, lashing out with her whip, sort of coralling Simon to stay within the 10 ft radius of the dust sphere
wizo_simon {action} ignores the whip being in full plate and charges Faeryln attempting to bring down the wrath of Cuthbert with the "smite" power upon her.
mocki {action} takes this opportunity to make a charging leap at Faer's turned back leaping at her with open arms and extended claws
faeryln {action} 's whip falls as she is rushed, grabbing hold with both hands, attempting to drive another small thin silver dagger into the space between the helm and his armor. Getting knocked off her feet with Simon's momentum, Mocki's attack landing, on her back. She disappears in a cloud of grey smoke. (but waits for the result of the dagger attack beforehand)
mocki {action} drops to the ground her claws empty and roars
mocki {action} turns looking for Faer
wizo_simon {action} end up with another dagger in a gap in his armor and takes a few steps back...
wizo_simon {action} growls...dropping his mace and summoning a pillar of flame around Faeryln
faeryln {action} this dagger would have remained in place as she disappeared. She reforms, behind the dire tiger form of mocki, A new, longer dagger of bone in her hand, She drives downward onto mocki's back, as a pillar of flame surrounds her, and mocki then?
wizo_simon {action} guesses mocki gets it?
mocki {action} roars in pain as she pulls away from Faer and runs with singed fur around the clearing
wizo_simon {action} grabs his mace and moves away from Faeryln again
wizo_simon {public msg} Everyone stay back! This is mine!
wizo_simon {public msg} No one else need get hurt!
mocki {action} has a dagger stuck in her back high to the side of her ribs
faeryln {action} Growls in pain as she's burned, disappearing once more in a cloud of grey smoke, her back bleeding severely, as she reappears, a good 30 ft away, behind a tree. Leaning on it slightly.
wizo_simon {action} eyes Faeryln..moving over to the tree..and literally knocking it down with his mace (Sorry druids)
mocki {action} pads over to Baal slowly
wizo_simon {action} stares at Faeryln anger apparant even behind the armored mask
mocki {action} A DAGGER sticking out of her back
mocki {action} strikes that ..........no dagger
mocki {action} has a stab wound instead
faeryln {action} is knocked out of the way of the tree as it comes crashing down, she rolls and gets to her feet, a slight bit slower than usual, as she moves with a bit of agility, to lunge side long at Simon. Bone dagger held at the ready, aimed at his chest. Her eyes molten silver, burning for death it would seem.
wizo_simon {action} takes the dagger in his chest bringing the mace down upon Faeryln trying to take advantage of her fury.
faeryln {action} the dagger sinks almost hilt deep, catching the spinal bone, and stopping, as the Mace hits hard down on her shoulder blade. An audible crushing sound heard, she screams out in a fit of rage and pain, growling darkly and twisting the dagger in Simon's chest with all her strength, before disappearing a bit slower, in a cloud of grey smoke, once more. The dagger, remaining in his chest. The Hilt, melting away like rotting flesh.
wizo_simon {action} screams in agony....I'm not finished yet!
mocki {action} moves closer to Faerlyn lowering her head and roars trying to distract her
wizo_simon {action} turns and looks around his rage sustaining him.
mocki {action} blinks as Faer disappears again
wizo_simon {action} pulls off his helmet tossing it aside to breath and see more easily.
faeryln {action} flickers back into few, from a smaller cloud of grey smoke, a good 15 yards away, on one knee, her one arm hanging loosely in a mangled mess. She holds in her hand, seemingly nothing, but in actuality, she holds many miniscule needles, which seem more like embedded in her palm, then simply held.
wizo_simon {action} coughs a thin red line down the corner of his lip.
wizo_simon {public msg} I've had enough of you!
wizo_simon {action} drops his mace, raising a finger a blue ray going to strike at Faeryln.
faeryln {action} rises to her feet, coughing, blood being brought up, she wipes her lips and grins wickedly still. Eyes locked on Simon, her gaze harsh, like that of a tsunami upon a small island. She moves to the side, more out of luck than actual agility, dodging the blue ray in her slightly off balance stance. She walks, hand to her side, open palmed, seemingly empty, toward simon, quite swiftly.
wizo_simon {action} the ray hits a tree vaporizing it.
wizo_simon {action} pulls the axe from his belt and throws it at Faeryln quickly.
wizo_simon {action} moves back trying to keep away.
mocki {action} Zig zags toward Faer then abrubtly halts digging her paws and claws into the ground as Faer stands.....still about 20 feet from her
faeryln {action} 's lips move, but not a word is heard, the axe halting in mid air, just inches from her nose. It hurls back toward simon, at the same time, she attacks with what speed she has left, disappearing in a cloud of grey smoke midway, and reappearing just behind the approaching dagger, seemingly able to move faster this way.
faeryln {action} approaching axe*
wizo_simon {action} holds up his shield blocking the axe...ice forming upon the point of impact...attempts to bash Faeryln with the shield when she gets close.
mocki {action} turns and charges Faer from the rear again leaping onto her back and clawing her with both paws (attempt)
wizo_simon {action} coughs..more blood running downhis chin.
faeryln {action} is bashed in the face with the shield, the momentum sending her backward, as Mocki leaps , catching more of her shoulders than her back, she falls onto her back, disappearing into a cloud of grey smoke, though the smoke is quite thinned out at this point.
mocki {action} drops to the ground with bloody claws looking around
wizo_simon {action} points at Faeryln casting "implosion"
faeryln {action} reforms, barely standing, behind Simon, blood running from her nose and mouth. Red tears forming iwthin her silver orbs, creating a milky red hue. She attacks with a violent cry, in drow'en tongue. Leaping onto his back, and attempting to plant her 'needled' palm smack dab on the side of his neck, and drag it backward. Thusly missing the 'implosion'?
wizo_simon {public msg} Aaaaugh! *Gets a halful of needles in the neck...in a bout of fury grabs his shield in both hands and begins to attempt to repetively beat Faeryln over and over.
mocki {action} stands there panting heavily looking onward at Faer and Simon
faeryln {action} the needles all break off in his neck as she falls to the ground in a bloodied heap, holding her one arm upward, in defence as she's bludgeoned in the head repeatedly with the shield.
wizo_simon {action} continues beating her down with the shield not wanting to giver her a chance to concentrate on a spell
faeryln {action} 's body disappates in a grey mist, not even dense enough to be called smoke.
wizo_simon {action} growls and looks around breathing heavily.
wizo_simon {action} readies his shield and goes to get his weapon again.
faeryln {public msg} She reappears, across the clearing, rising to her feet slowly, she coughs up blood as she begins to chant in drow'en. A large silver aura glowing about her slowly. Eyes locked on Simon.
wizo_simon {action} barely able to move himself hurls his mace at Faeryln.
mocki {action} 's front legs give out on her as she slowly lies down ....the wound on her back looking really infected already
faeryln {action} finishes the chanting, as the mace slams into her face, she falls to her knees, unable to stand now. Blood running from all of her wounds. The silver aura erupting in and explosion of mettalic fragments, seemingly silver. The radius of the spell is 60 ft. The blast, turning any trees in its path, to sawdust with the shrappnel.
faeryln {action} . o O ( no, they are mine....mineee! )
wizo_simon {action} holds his shield to guard his face...falling back
wizo_simon {action} pulls himself to his feat and moves limping towards Faeryln
mocki {action} is only about 50ft away and gets hit with some of the shrapnel (sp)
wizo_simon {public msg} You...will not...finish me!
wizo_simon {action} pulls a dagger from his belt and goes to grab faerlryns hair and put the dagger to her throat.
faeryln {action} remains there, on the ground, on hands and knees, blood pooling at her knees. Growling darkly, she raises her bashed face, eyes completely filled with blood. The blood itself, seemingly moving outward across the ground, in small tendrils, as if having its own life. " They....are ....mine....jaluk!...mineeeeeeee" *the last word drawn out in a hiss, as her hair is grabbed, and her head pulled back, unable to fight it. Though the blood tendrils slither upward his ankles slowly. Eating away at his armor.
wizo_simon {action} growls and Attempts to slit her throat and throw her down.
mocki {action} mocki lies in tiger form on the ground with a now growing larger opened stab wound to her back and shards of Silver shrappnel in her body
faeryln {action} 's throat is sliced, blood pouring out, coating the dagger, in a rapid pace. She's thrown limply to the ground. The blood pooling quickly, turning a harsh black, and drying quicker than normal blood should. The ground around her body, burnt and poisoned, all grass in a 40 foot radius, suddenly browning and shriveling.
wizo_simon {action} limps going to grab his weapons and such.
wizo_simon {action} nods as he picks up the helmet, coughing up more blood
johannes_the_pure {action} looks arathil over
faeryln {action} 's mutilated and beaten body lays limply in the black ring of burnt ground.
mocki {action} pants lieing on the ground her eyes slowly closing
kathryn_aka_kat {action} stares at Faeryln's body, muttering, "They should destroy it.. burn it with holy fire... something."
zolaric {public msg} Oh gods..Kitten..*Shudders, crouching at her side...fumbling for a potion within a pouch*
wizo_simon {action} moves to the edge of the clearing.
wizo_simon {public msg} Arathil...help me out of this armor...
arathil {action} tosses yet another potion, slowly but surely running low on his supply, towards Zolaric.
johannes_the_pure {action} looks simon over
zolaric {action} catches the potion, sniffing it...before taking Mocki's muzzle in his hand, attempting to pour the vial down her throat
arathil {action} helps Simon down to the ground, and proceeds to give him a curative potion... gouging a hole in his arm and pouring it in that way if the billet refuses the liquid otherwise.
arathil {action} . o O ( Or... just taking advantage, of an existing one. )
johannes_the_pure {action} walks over to simon and arathil, looking down
johannes_the_pure {public msg} arathil> how is he?
arathil {action} then moves on to stripping the cleric of his armor.
mocki {action} swallows as she is still conscious just hurt badly?
wizo_simon {action} helps undo the buckles dropping the armor onto the ground.
arathil {action} looks up; "Sorely injured, Sir. If you are as I believe you to be, your talents would be greatly appreciated here."
faeryln {action} 's corpse just lies there, with the new neck smile..heh..nice and dead
johannes_the_pure {action} nods, kneeling on the ground as best he can
johannes_the_pure {action} looks up to the heavens
johannes_the_pure {public msg} Maern, god of power and magic... grant me thine aid
))
arathil {action} moves aside for Johannes, and then stands... and walks over to faeryln's coprse.
johannes_the_pure {action} uses his Lay on Hands ability on simon
arathil {action} pulls out another vial... definitely not at all a magical potion. The smell of pitch emanates from it when he manages to pry loose the stopper.
wizo_simon {action} seems to be a lot better.
arathil {action} kneels beside the drow corpse, gingerly, disliking the look of the blighted oerth.
kathryn_aka_kat {action} watches Arathil carefully
mocki {action} the wound on mocki's back seems to be healing good
johannes_the_pure {public msg} simon> can you stand at all?
wizo_simon {public msg} I am.
arathil {action} murmurs a swift prayer to the Sun-Father, caressing the vial, before pouring its contents over the body.
mocki {action} the wounds from the silver shards are also healing
wizo_simon {action} grins at Johannes
johannes_the_pure {action} stands also, returning the grin with a noble smile
wizo_simon {action} moves off to the tavern after putting the armor in a sack.
wizo_simon {leaves}
johannes_the_pure {action} moves over to heft his sack, then looks around again, moving over to mocki and zolaric
johannes_the_pure {action} examines each, using Detect Evil
arathil {action} then stands, and pulls out a small pouch of tindertwigs from a larcher sack at his belt. He retrieves one, and strikes it against the side of the pouch, before dropping the lit twig onto the drow's oil-doused corpse and quickly backing away.
mocki {action} the flesh around the dagger wound still looks to be boiled and festered
kathryn_aka_kat {action} sighs, seeing what Arathil does
faeryln {action} 's corpse ignites in a plume of holy fire. Burning rapidly.
kathryn_aka_kat {action} . o O ( good... that should keep this at an end... )
arathil {action} walks right through the flames, his enchanted mail protecting him from the heat once the initial burst has died down. "One down, Simon... Well-fought, M'Lord." He smiles then, grimly. "One still to go."
kathryn_aka_kat {action} looks at Arathil, "Who else?"
arathil {action} sighs. "Jaaxx."
kathryn_aka_kat {action} nods briefly.
faeryln {action} 's body burns rather quickly, turning to charred ash and bone.
zolaric {action} growls softly, gently touching a hand to the festering wound..uncertain on how to help her with it
arathil {action} walks back to the charred remains, and kicks them assunder.
johannes_the_pure {action} kneels down beside mocki, examining the wound
faeryln {action} 's ashes are scattered about , a light breeze sending them abroad, dispersed. Though the burnt 40 ft radius where the pool of her blood once was, remains brown and deadened.
johannes_the_pure {action} sighs, standing and shaking his head, "this is beyond my skill... she needs the aid of another"
johannes_the_pure {action} motions towards the tavern "zolaric> perhaps one in there might aid if there is any present"
johannes_the_pure {action} hefts his sack again
zolaric {action} snarls, shaking his head as he crouches..lifting Mocki and carrying her out of the clearing with a faint nod in ackonwledgement
johannes_the_pure {action} moves to the tavern
johannes_the_pure {action} looks around again before leaving
kathryn_aka_kat {action} follows after, limping a bit still
And for OOC reasons, her name is AERYNM. Do not assume that because she is the technical heir of Faeryln, that she will be anything like her.
*hugs* okies then, im off to bed.
