Zappo
Explorer
The last flag is given to the Enlightened Master, and Kerall is getting ready to go away without saying a word. A chill wind is blowing in the valley, as usual for the season. As the villain picks up his cloak, all the birds suddenly stop singing. Despite the beating, Kerall's senses are as sharp as those of any master - both the fighters stop and look around carefully. The howl of the wind is the only sound that can be heard now.
A few meters upwind from the warriors, the path becomes blurry. As if something red and vaporous was forming. "Oh, no...", Kerall says quietly as a stench of sulphur and death is blown to the area where the combat took place.
The mist seems undisturbed by the wind. It swirls and quicky grows thicker, assuming a vaguely humanoid form. Within moments, a mighty fiend has appeared, solid enough to strike fear into the bravest of men, but yet somewhat inconsistant, its features and outline blurry. "Why have you come?", Kerall asks, "There is still time".
Not so much as you'd like to believe, slave. The thought is in the minds of all who are present, like an intruder defiling a sacred place. After the last word, Kerall cringes for a moment.
One fight, Kerall. Lose once again, and she will die.
"I will find a solution, demon!" Kerall shouts louder than the wind, as if challenging Fate itself. "I will, and once Maelle is safe, I swear I will track you into the depth of Hell itself to seek revenge!"
Revenge, servant? What for? You have obtained what you have asked for, nothing more, nothing less. Yours is the fault, yours is the responsibility.
The villain pulls out his trusted kama and with a growl of anger throws it at the fiend. The blade slashes through it as if it were so much air, and embeds itself deeply into a tree from the force of the blow. The figure becomes more and more vaporous, and begins to vanish.
One fight. It's your only choice.
Kerall throws himself at the fiend, but before he can touch it, it has completely vanished. The fighter falls face down on the ground. He pulls himself on his knees, grasping the dirt. He is facing away from Nikodemus, but the light warrior can hear Kerall weep.
"You have heard the fiend, Nikodemus. I don't have a choice. I've given my honor. I've given my soul. One more fight, and if I lose, it will all have been for nothing. And even if I win, what can I hope for? More and more blood and death... oh, my daughter, forgive me..."
OOC: no more fights for Kerall, until the reset. This thread will decide which path he chooses at that point. Anyone who wants to do some IC roleplaying is invited.
A few meters upwind from the warriors, the path becomes blurry. As if something red and vaporous was forming. "Oh, no...", Kerall says quietly as a stench of sulphur and death is blown to the area where the combat took place.
The mist seems undisturbed by the wind. It swirls and quicky grows thicker, assuming a vaguely humanoid form. Within moments, a mighty fiend has appeared, solid enough to strike fear into the bravest of men, but yet somewhat inconsistant, its features and outline blurry. "Why have you come?", Kerall asks, "There is still time".
Not so much as you'd like to believe, slave. The thought is in the minds of all who are present, like an intruder defiling a sacred place. After the last word, Kerall cringes for a moment.
One fight, Kerall. Lose once again, and she will die.
"I will find a solution, demon!" Kerall shouts louder than the wind, as if challenging Fate itself. "I will, and once Maelle is safe, I swear I will track you into the depth of Hell itself to seek revenge!"
Revenge, servant? What for? You have obtained what you have asked for, nothing more, nothing less. Yours is the fault, yours is the responsibility.
The villain pulls out his trusted kama and with a growl of anger throws it at the fiend. The blade slashes through it as if it were so much air, and embeds itself deeply into a tree from the force of the blow. The figure becomes more and more vaporous, and begins to vanish.
One fight. It's your only choice.
Kerall throws himself at the fiend, but before he can touch it, it has completely vanished. The fighter falls face down on the ground. He pulls himself on his knees, grasping the dirt. He is facing away from Nikodemus, but the light warrior can hear Kerall weep.
"You have heard the fiend, Nikodemus. I don't have a choice. I've given my honor. I've given my soul. One more fight, and if I lose, it will all have been for nothing. And even if I win, what can I hope for? More and more blood and death... oh, my daughter, forgive me..."
OOC: no more fights for Kerall, until the reset. This thread will decide which path he chooses at that point. Anyone who wants to do some IC roleplaying is invited.

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