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<blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 3632408" data-attributes="member: 2323"><p><strong>[PLAIN][Realms #403] Battle in the Street[/PLAIN]</strong></p><p></p><p>"Premarch D'rach, is there a blessing or gift that could be given to weapons or armor here?" Ayremac asked and the Premarch nodded serenely.</p><p></p><p>"There is a fully functioning smithy staffed by the best artisans in a hundred leagues not far from here," their guide replied. "At your dwarven colleague's request, it will be the first stop this morning."</p><p></p><p>A toothsome smile split Karak's beard at that news and his eyes gleamed with the prospect of visiting a runesmith.</p><p></p><p>"What other resources do you have to strengthen us against our enemies?" Ayremac added and Premarch D'rach opened his hands in a gesture that seemed to encompass many possibilities. Both Ixin and Ayremac noted the disturbing presence of an eye with a slit green pupil on the palm of his left hand.</p><p></p><p>"Even before Lord Hofralix ascended from the night below, the Mellorn elves were crafters of a great many things both magical and mundane that you might well find helpful," D'rach explained. "You need but ask and I will see to it that you are accommodated if it is within our ability to do so." Shamalin extricated herself from where she was wedged uncomfortably between Morier and Ixin, stood and wiped at a lock of reddish hair that was plastered to her forehead.</p><p></p><p>"I would like to bathe, get my armor tended, and visit the healing shrine," she huffed.</p><p></p><p>"We have a bathhouse that is connected to a hot spring. It is quite near the smithy," the Premarch explained. "In fact we will pass it on the way. You are free to make use of it as you wish."</p><p></p><p>"Sounds like fun," Huzair grinned lasciviously at Shamalin. "Maybe I'll join you there after I pick up some magic supplies." The Mercybringer shuddered distastefully at that prospect and Huzair feigned a hurt expression. "Shamalin, you wound me. I'll be a perfect gentleman, I assure you. But if you're worried about perhaps losing control of yourself and jumping-" Morier elbowed the wizard in the ribs hard enough to make Huzair's breath huff from his lungs.</p><p></p><p>"I'll need to get my hands on some healing potions if they're available," Morier said to the Premarch before Huzair could turn on him.</p><p></p><p>"Morier, I do nae know what you need that won't interrupt your spell casting, but ye need an armor upgrade, either bracers or a ring or jus' better armor," Karak interjected. "See to it. We can nae have our cleric be healin' ye all day, now can we? Ha!" Color came unnaturally to Morier's pale cheeks and he looked down at his feet, the muscles in his jaw clenching.</p><p></p><p>"We don't want to spend our whole lot on healing draughts, do we?I think we would do well to add a few spells to my book," Huzair added, rubbing his ribs. "<em>Web, Suggestion, Fly, Invisibility Sphere</em>..." Morier growled low in his throat and stood up.</p><p></p><p>"Adding snazzy new spells that might impress people here and there is all well and good, but survival is the key here," the albino hissed, only bothering to half-turn toward the wizard as he spoke. "Those of us that stand in harm's way and swing a sword against our enemies will need to be healed. Those that stand back and cast spells from a distance surely don't worry about it, but you would just as surely perish without us." He stepped toward the door and Premach D'rach stepped aside to let him pass. Morier paused, his body silhouetted in the sunlight from outside, and added, "Healing and strength should be our prime concern."</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, we all know who saves your ass every time and potions do not have a thing to do with it," Huzair said, getting to his own feet and clutching his cloak around himself against the chill wafting in from outside. The wizard stepped after Morier wagging a finger at his retreating back. "It is Shamalin's spirtual link with her diety that saves you every time. I would be sick of it by now. You had better buy some damned armor here, whitey!"</p><p></p><p>"And it's a damned good thing for you that someone is willing to do it, Huzair!" Morier snapped, looking down at Huzair, who now stood in the sunken hut's doorway. "Otherwise, you'd find yourself forced to actually lift a hand to defend yourself instead of standing aside in utter safety while everyone around you risks their lives so that you might hang out and polish your fingernails!" Walking away, Morier muttered in digust, "I often wonder how much easier our lives would be had your father actually sired a son."</p><p></p><p>The Eldritch Warrior made it another two steps before Huzair slammed into him from behind, his knee catching him squarely between the legs with enough force to drive Morier forward into the mud. Stifling back a scream, the elf managed to get to his hands and knees before Huzair was on him again, his wiry arms wrapping around Morier's own, forcing the albino's face back down into the mud. Huzair put his entire weight behind the maneuver and Morier heard his nose give beneath the strain. Blood exploded down his face, but the pain gave him the incentive he needed to break free of the mage's hold.</p><p></p><p>He threw Huzair off and scrambled to his feet just as the wizard was doing the same. He wiped blood off his mouth with the back of his fist, smearing crimson across his cheek as he grinned at his opponent. "Is this really what you want, Huzair?" Morier growled. "Because I can give a whole lot better than I get."</p><p></p><p>Huzair was unimpressed and he hurled into Morier's face a clot of mud that he'd scraped up while they'd been down. It slammed into the albino's eyes and stayed there, blocking his vision. Morier backed up a step, scraping at the splat of dirt, managing through pure chance the avoid the punch Huzair had aimed at his ear. As soon as his vision had cleared he drove his fist into the mage's belly with enough force to nearly bend him in half.</p><p></p><p>Huzair staggered back and spat blood at Morier. The eldritch warrior easily avoided the spittle, but in doing so, he also put himself off balance. Huzair stepped under the albino's next attack and swung his own elbow up as he went intending to catch Morier's arm at the wrist. The elf had seen that move before, however and he managed to avoid it without difficulty.</p><p></p><p>Morier felt a rage building in him and it began to cloud his judgment. Despite everything that he'd told Shamalin about the Eldritch Code, he felt his anger at Huzair getting the better of him. Fueled by all the strength his anger could muster, Morier's fist sailed harmlessly passed the wizard's face. If he'd put less power behind it, the attack would probably have connected instead of offering Huzair another opportunity to fake him out.</p><p></p><p>Morier drove his fist again into the wizard's gut, and then stepped back out of the man's reach. But before he could get away, Huzair's foot kicked out, catching Morier's left leg at the knee and driving the joint sideways. Something gave way in the limb, but Morier maintained his footing and began focusing his mind on the pain. He swung a fist warily at the wizard, keeping him momentarily at bay, but Huzair was a canny veteran of many a bar fight, and he knew well the value of a good feint. He darted to the right, but came at Morier with his left knee. Too late, the eldritch warrior saw what the wizard's plan was but he still managed to twist enough that he caught the force of the attack on the inside of his thigh rather than firmly in his crotch as Huzair had intended.</p><p></p><p>Huzair darted back before Morier could muster a counterattack and by the time he looked up to locate the wizard he had to duck his head again to avoid another clot of mud aimed for his eyes. Still, it was enough of a glance for him to spot Huzair and land a fist solidly on the man's chin. The mage reeled back from the impact, but kept his feet.</p><p></p><p>"Your tricks are getting old, Huzair," Morier chided and his opponent sneered back at him.</p><p></p><p>"Trouble for you is, I'm not out of tricks!" he spat, and activated his <em>Ring of Blinking</em>.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jon Potter, post: 3632408, member: 2323"] [b][PLAIN][Realms #403] Battle in the Street[/PLAIN][/b] "Premarch D'rach, is there a blessing or gift that could be given to weapons or armor here?" Ayremac asked and the Premarch nodded serenely. "There is a fully functioning smithy staffed by the best artisans in a hundred leagues not far from here," their guide replied. "At your dwarven colleague's request, it will be the first stop this morning." A toothsome smile split Karak's beard at that news and his eyes gleamed with the prospect of visiting a runesmith. "What other resources do you have to strengthen us against our enemies?" Ayremac added and Premarch D'rach opened his hands in a gesture that seemed to encompass many possibilities. Both Ixin and Ayremac noted the disturbing presence of an eye with a slit green pupil on the palm of his left hand. "Even before Lord Hofralix ascended from the night below, the Mellorn elves were crafters of a great many things both magical and mundane that you might well find helpful," D'rach explained. "You need but ask and I will see to it that you are accommodated if it is within our ability to do so." Shamalin extricated herself from where she was wedged uncomfortably between Morier and Ixin, stood and wiped at a lock of reddish hair that was plastered to her forehead. "I would like to bathe, get my armor tended, and visit the healing shrine," she huffed. "We have a bathhouse that is connected to a hot spring. It is quite near the smithy," the Premarch explained. "In fact we will pass it on the way. You are free to make use of it as you wish." "Sounds like fun," Huzair grinned lasciviously at Shamalin. "Maybe I'll join you there after I pick up some magic supplies." The Mercybringer shuddered distastefully at that prospect and Huzair feigned a hurt expression. "Shamalin, you wound me. I'll be a perfect gentleman, I assure you. But if you're worried about perhaps losing control of yourself and jumping-" Morier elbowed the wizard in the ribs hard enough to make Huzair's breath huff from his lungs. "I'll need to get my hands on some healing potions if they're available," Morier said to the Premarch before Huzair could turn on him. "Morier, I do nae know what you need that won't interrupt your spell casting, but ye need an armor upgrade, either bracers or a ring or jus' better armor," Karak interjected. "See to it. We can nae have our cleric be healin' ye all day, now can we? Ha!" Color came unnaturally to Morier's pale cheeks and he looked down at his feet, the muscles in his jaw clenching. "We don't want to spend our whole lot on healing draughts, do we?I think we would do well to add a few spells to my book," Huzair added, rubbing his ribs. "[i]Web, Suggestion, Fly, Invisibility Sphere[/i]..." Morier growled low in his throat and stood up. "Adding snazzy new spells that might impress people here and there is all well and good, but survival is the key here," the albino hissed, only bothering to half-turn toward the wizard as he spoke. "Those of us that stand in harm's way and swing a sword against our enemies will need to be healed. Those that stand back and cast spells from a distance surely don't worry about it, but you would just as surely perish without us." He stepped toward the door and Premach D'rach stepped aside to let him pass. Morier paused, his body silhouetted in the sunlight from outside, and added, "Healing and strength should be our prime concern." "Yeah, we all know who saves your ass every time and potions do not have a thing to do with it," Huzair said, getting to his own feet and clutching his cloak around himself against the chill wafting in from outside. The wizard stepped after Morier wagging a finger at his retreating back. "It is Shamalin's spirtual link with her diety that saves you every time. I would be sick of it by now. You had better buy some damned armor here, whitey!" "And it's a damned good thing for you that someone is willing to do it, Huzair!" Morier snapped, looking down at Huzair, who now stood in the sunken hut's doorway. "Otherwise, you'd find yourself forced to actually lift a hand to defend yourself instead of standing aside in utter safety while everyone around you risks their lives so that you might hang out and polish your fingernails!" Walking away, Morier muttered in digust, "I often wonder how much easier our lives would be had your father actually sired a son." The Eldritch Warrior made it another two steps before Huzair slammed into him from behind, his knee catching him squarely between the legs with enough force to drive Morier forward into the mud. Stifling back a scream, the elf managed to get to his hands and knees before Huzair was on him again, his wiry arms wrapping around Morier's own, forcing the albino's face back down into the mud. Huzair put his entire weight behind the maneuver and Morier heard his nose give beneath the strain. Blood exploded down his face, but the pain gave him the incentive he needed to break free of the mage's hold. He threw Huzair off and scrambled to his feet just as the wizard was doing the same. He wiped blood off his mouth with the back of his fist, smearing crimson across his cheek as he grinned at his opponent. "Is this really what you want, Huzair?" Morier growled. "Because I can give a whole lot better than I get." Huzair was unimpressed and he hurled into Morier's face a clot of mud that he'd scraped up while they'd been down. It slammed into the albino's eyes and stayed there, blocking his vision. Morier backed up a step, scraping at the splat of dirt, managing through pure chance the avoid the punch Huzair had aimed at his ear. As soon as his vision had cleared he drove his fist into the mage's belly with enough force to nearly bend him in half. Huzair staggered back and spat blood at Morier. The eldritch warrior easily avoided the spittle, but in doing so, he also put himself off balance. Huzair stepped under the albino's next attack and swung his own elbow up as he went intending to catch Morier's arm at the wrist. The elf had seen that move before, however and he managed to avoid it without difficulty. Morier felt a rage building in him and it began to cloud his judgment. Despite everything that he'd told Shamalin about the Eldritch Code, he felt his anger at Huzair getting the better of him. Fueled by all the strength his anger could muster, Morier's fist sailed harmlessly passed the wizard's face. If he'd put less power behind it, the attack would probably have connected instead of offering Huzair another opportunity to fake him out. Morier drove his fist again into the wizard's gut, and then stepped back out of the man's reach. But before he could get away, Huzair's foot kicked out, catching Morier's left leg at the knee and driving the joint sideways. Something gave way in the limb, but Morier maintained his footing and began focusing his mind on the pain. He swung a fist warily at the wizard, keeping him momentarily at bay, but Huzair was a canny veteran of many a bar fight, and he knew well the value of a good feint. He darted to the right, but came at Morier with his left knee. Too late, the eldritch warrior saw what the wizard's plan was but he still managed to twist enough that he caught the force of the attack on the inside of his thigh rather than firmly in his crotch as Huzair had intended. Huzair darted back before Morier could muster a counterattack and by the time he looked up to locate the wizard he had to duck his head again to avoid another clot of mud aimed for his eyes. Still, it was enough of a glance for him to spot Huzair and land a fist solidly on the man's chin. The mage reeled back from the impact, but kept his feet. "Your tricks are getting old, Huzair," Morier chided and his opponent sneered back at him. "Trouble for you is, I'm not out of tricks!" he spat, and activated his [i]Ring of Blinking[/i]. [/QUOTE]
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