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Subject: We're going to get real bloody on this one Author: Erlic & company [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:45:04 05/14/02 Tue In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Well, I think you found him" on 13:50:22 05/14/02 Tue Discussions continued on what to do about Tegol, and how to proceed with the endeavor of killing the crime lord. Erlic realized that without a direct attack on the crime lord, any, and all of their efforts would indeed be futile, not to mention extremely dangerous on them. Already they had engaged in several battles this day, and it had already taken its toll on the group. While Erlic contemplated his thoughts, Marz, and Tristan came down, and sat at the table. Dalo’s displeasure of seeing the two together didn’t help matters. He realized he would have to talk to both Dalo, and Marz so that they could call a truce while they attempted to go about destroying Tegol’s domain. It seemed that several of the people were wondering about Marz, and his association with Sistino. Obviously the youth’s fear of the man made the others wonder just what he could possibly be afraid of. Fortunately it was immediately brushed over, and talks resumed once again about ridding Bizmar of Tegol. Ravin was right. They needed to find a way to draw the bastard out into the open before their luck ran out. The question was “how”. Marz had left the table for a crystal ball that he, and Tristan had mentioned in regards to finding out about Eremis. The guild master thought nothing about his student’s disappearance until some time later, when he felt pain to his head coming through the link. Erlic grasped Jade’s hand a bit too hard as the force of the blow echoed in his own head as well. He quickly tried to focus through Marz’s eyes but the youth had lost consciousness. If that were the case that could only mean that his student was no longer in the Medieval Tavern. He slowly looked up, and met Tristan’s gaze. Without having anything to say, Tristan quickly explained he would check up on the youth. The dragon quickly left the table amid curious gazes from the rest of the party. Most of the group simply stared at each other trying to fathom out just what had transpired between the guild master, and Tristan. Suddenly Marz’s telepathic message came into Erlic’s mind, and Erlic feared the worst at the moment. Why did the youth simply have to take matters into his own hands? By focusing on the link, Erlic could now see through his student’s eyes, and witnessed the people in the room. He knew quite well who Tegol was, as well as Tomad. He memorized the faces of the others, and hoped beyond hope that he, and the others could find his student. Tristan’s sudden appearance next to him made him realize that he had been focusing so directly he hadn’t even seen the dragon come down. He explained to Tristan what had happened. The dragon simply stared at the guild master before yelling out something about “gods damned hero” before he left the tavern. Erlic simply shook his head. One being captured was bad enough, but another to be added wouldn’t do. He quickly turned to the rest of the group. “We have another battle to fight this evening,” he began, as the others looked at him quite surprised. Everyone was tired, and in need of rest. This newest bit of information didn’t sit well with them. “We now know that Marz has been captured by Tegol, and is currently being held hostage. What I know for sure is that he is to the North of here. I suggest we gather our things and head out. I’ll be able to pinpoint his location better the closer I get to the area.” It didn’t make too much sense, especially since many in the group weren’t aware of the bond between Erlic, and Marz. As an afterthought he added, “This is going to be extremely dangerous. Marz is in a room with Tegol, a merc by the name of Tomad, two mages, and three other mercs. I’m sure he’ll have a lot of his men on the perimeter of his estate. Let’s get ready to leave.” Just as Erlic rose from the table, he nearly lost his balance as more pain flowed through the link. He realized that shielding the link would prevent him from finding Marz. Only when he was very close, and knew the exact location of Tegol’s estate, could he then bring up the shield to protect him from further pain. Jade helped him to his feet, and once stating he was fine, approached everyone in the tavern, including Nicklar. They would need an army to defeat Tegol, and one way or another they would accomplish their feat. Most of the tavern personnel that Erlic knew decided to give him aid, including Max. The guild master wasn’t sure about taking the senile alchemist, but if he could be of any assistance, his help would be appreciated. The guild master gathered everyone from the tavern that was willing to travel, and soon everyone had gathered around the stables bringing out horses, and wagons for their trip. Erlic suggested to Noy that he come along since his martial arts would prove beneficial in fighting some of the thugs. Noy smiled, and bowed in the traditional eastern manner as he followed everyone out. Once Erlic had saddled his horse, he helped Jade on up behind him. The group was soon on their way, and by now Erlic had lost the trace of the link. He could only hope that Marz would contact him soon so that he could better get a bearing on his location. The group was three quarters of the way there when Erlic received a mind message from Tristan stating he had found Marz, and that they were in a manor just outside the city, and that there were archers everywhere. Erlic already knew that information from hearing the men through Marz’s ears. Erlic stopped the group as he reigned in his bearings. He concentrated on the image Tristan had sent him, and carefully looked around. Although it was vague, and from a different viewpoint, Erlic soon realized the direction they had to travel. They would circumvent the city in its entirety by staying close to its walls. “Let’s go!” Erlic cried as the group headed out. Fortunately the cover of night would give those adventurers accustomed to working in the dark an advantage over Tegol’s people. After a short moment, Erlic stopped the group, and looked around. “Leave the horses, and wagons here,” he whispered as he dismounted, telling everyone to wait. He moved silently through the trees focusing on the sound of a battle not too far away. Suddenly he spotted Tristan engaged in battle with a thug. The dragon plunged his sword through the man’s stomach ending his life, but Tristan failed to notice the silent figure slowly creeping up behind him. Within a heartbeat, Erlic was in motion running with a silence only the Ninja were accustomed to. Just as the thug was about to strike at Tristan, the dragon turned at the sound, and was ready to defend himself when suddenly the figure before him went limp, and fell to the ground with a dagger in his back. Tristan’s eyes looked up to see Erlic staring at him. The guild master grabbed his weapon, and cleaned it. He moved out into a clearing, and motioned the others to join him. Val was first to reach the area, and noticed the injuries to Tristan. Erlic continued to look around as Darius moved off searching for any other opponents. He was quickly rewarded as a man appeared before him with his sword drawn. Darius quickly grabbed the man’s wrist, and held it as his other hand moved to his opponent’s neck, slamming him into a tree several times before he went unconscious. Tristan more or less told Valhorek he didn’t need his help. “Good!” Val stated. “That way when we go to rescue Marz, you’ll collapse from blood loss. Is that what you really want?” Before Tristan even had a chance to answer, the healer started tending to his injuries. Valhorek had learned not to use herbs on the dragon for they acted differently as they did with humans. For now Tristan would have to live with the pain. At least he wouldn’t pass out. Slowly, as a unit, Tristan led them to the area of Tegol’s manor where everyone huddled behind trees in total silence. Erlic scoured the area, and tried to devise some sort of plan. “Everyone wait here until you see the gate open,” he stated before donning a strange black mask, and heading out with deadly silence. During their trip he had donned his special Ninja weapons that would come to play during the battle. Under cover of darkness he made his way to the wall, and after a short deliberation, moved a bit farther away, and started to climb the walls effortlessly with the use of the Nekode. This was a dual-purpose ninja tool that consisted of a pair of straps or gloves fitted with spikes in the palm. Its primary purpose was to assist in climbing by jamming the spikes into cracks to give a better grip. Alternatively, the nekode could also be used to claw an opponent for considerable damage. Just as the assassin reached the top of the wall, he carefully inched his head until he could get a better glimpse of the complex. Because he was dressed from head to foot in total black, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to notice his presence. The rooftops had several archers positions at various locations, and there were many men patrolling the grounds. He waited until no one was watching as he slipped over the wall, and made his way down, till he hit the ground in silence. He slammed his back against the wall as if invisible. Three men were in the vicinity of the gate, and he had to take them out quietly. He moved silently against the wall, blending in with its dark colors. He pulled out his shurikens, took careful aim, and suddenly had three men down on the ground. Erlic had taken the precaution of coating the blades of the shurikens with a special blend of scorpion venom, which would kill the men in short time. He continued to watch, and quickly pulled the bodies out of the way of anyone that might notice them. So far the men on the rooftops were content to continue to look towards the sky for signs of attacks. This gave Erlic the time needed to move toward the gate. Carefully, and as quietly as possible, he unlocked the gate, and slowly pushed it open. “There!” Darius whispered out as the gate of the manor suddenly opened. Darius stayed behind as the rest of the group moved towards the wall, each getting their cue from Erlic upon when to enter. Darius kept lookout for any thugs that might be in the area before joining the rest of the group. Once inside the walls, he gave Jo a quick peck on the cheek. “Stay out of harm’s way,” he stated, keeping his eyes open for any signs of activity. Once everyone was inside, Erlic motioned that there were several archers on the rooftops that he would try to take out. Tarlon quickly came to his aid, and asked if he could help. Erlic looked to Darius who merely nodded affirmation. The two quickly made their way around the buildings. Arcanum had also brought his elven bow, and was soon in another area of the complex. From his vantage point he spotted to archers, and quickly unleashed his arrows as they toppled to their deaths. From the other areas, Erlic let loose more shurikens killing two, while Tarlon did considerable damage with his arrows nearly taking out the rest. Tarlon moved away and found a position behind a building where he could start firing more arrows at the enemy on the ground. Erlic moved away toward the others, and spotted Ravin. He quickly gave the man a “thumbs up” signal stating they were save from the archers. Ravin passed the word, and soon the group plowed into battle surprising the guards on patrol. Matrix found himself fighting three thugs. He swung his massive broadsword as he quickly killed off his opponents. He quickly turned to find more men coming his way, and prepared for further onslaught. Max, curiously enough, had remained quite silent during this whole altercation. One never knew what to actually expect from the crazy old alchemist, but this night, Max was very quite aware of his surroundings. He pulled out two small pebbles, and quickly hurled them into the middle of the compound. As soon as they hit the ground he uttered some arcane words, and when the smoke cleared, a ten-foot Cyclops could be seen standing, brandishing a huge club. Although it was only an illusion, the ferocity of the creature was enough to scare some of Tegol’s men into running away. It wasn’t until the mercenaries, a breed that was quite accustomed to such creatures, had engaged in battle, finding out it was only an illusion when their swords went right trough the mirage. The Cyclops finally evaporated, but it was enough of a scare to send the thugs running into the opposite direction, right into the adventurers awaiting swords. Corum, during this interlude, decided to go looking for Marz. “You gotta keep your eyes open,” he stated to Yorik, whose gem like eyes started to glow a mysterious blue. The youth came face to face with two thugs who immediately proceeded to attack him. “It’s clobberin time!” he whispered to Yorik as he readied his staff. As soon as the men were close enough, he swung hard, and quick, knocking them on their ass. “You guys know where Marz is at?” he asked. Well, he never got an answer as they both got up, and rushed to attack him with an intense vigor. This time he defended himself as best as possible, and suffered minor cuts before he finally killed both of them. Erlic had been moving silently throughout the complex gaining an advantage on as many of the enemy he could. He snapped the head of one, fought with another, and finally came up with a merc, who proved quite a seasoned fighter. After suffering a few cuts on his leg, and shoulder, Erlic managed to deliver a quick spin kick as he stunned the merc, just in time to throw a dagger at his neck ending his life forever. He moved out for more prey. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Yup, real bloody Author: Marz and co. [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:45:32 05/15/02 Wed Marz regained consciousness when a bucket of water was tossed in his face. At first he was too consumed with pain to say anything, but once he managed to push it to the back of his mind, he called Tomad a number of colorful names. The merc merely grinned then grabbed hold of his torn shirt, ripping it in half. Marz gritted his teeth as the man ran a calloused hand along the deep razor cut on his chest before it slid down to the front of his pants. "I'm gonna cut you into little pieces," Marz hissed when Tomad's hand tightened on his groin and squeezed unmercifully. The ex-gang leader breathed a sigh of relief once Tomad released him and turned to face Tegol, who tapped his shoulder. "Let's stuff him with Tazreen," the crimelord said, rather gleefully. "It'll be great seeing him addicted since he's always been against drug use." Tomad shook his head after glancing at the packet of Tazreen that Tegol waved before him. "If we feed him that shit now, it'll dull his pain. He won't suffer as much as you wanted him to." A frown crossed the crimelord's face. "Well, that certainly won't do! We'll give him the drugs later IF I decide to let him live. He'd make a fine play thing for you and your men, and the other lonely mercs who like good-looking youths, don't you agree?" Tegol laughed when he saw a lewd smile creep across Tomad's face. "Now, get that information I want from him, before I lose patience." While the merc and Tegol conversed, Marz sent a rather weak mind message to Erlic. A grin crossed his mouth when he learned that his sensai was on his way to rescue him. As he was about to tell Erlic to prevent Tristan from flying near the area because of the archers, Tomad bashed the club across his back. Renewed pain coursed through his body, and he winced softly but refused to cry out. "You shit eating bastard!" he shouted instead. That comment earned him another intense shock from one of the mages. The shackles bit deeply into his wrists as he pulled against them, and he felt blood trickling down his arms. Marz slammed his eyes closed and tried to bury the pain that consumed him after Tomad grabbed his waist and kneed him in the groin a couple of times. "Tell me where we can find the new crimelord and Ravin Rue," he said, before leaning in close to nibble on his ear. Marz shuddered involuntarily while trying to pull away from the merc, whose grip only tightened around his waist. He swallowed the bile that rose in this throat then glanced past Tomad to see someone rush up to speak with Tegol. A moment later the crimelord clapped his hands and giggled like a two year old. "My men have just shot down a dragon. I do hope they didn't kill him because I'd love to have a dragon as a pet!" An immediate, blinding rage swept over Marz. His eyes flashed red just before a nearby table suddenly flew across the room, smashing into one of the mercs before he could get out of its way. The chain attached to the overhead beam snapped, making Marz fall against Tomad. Quickly, he wrapped the chain that ran between his wrist shackles around the merc's neck, but before he could choke the man to death the other mercs rushed forward. They pulled him away from Tomad, let him fall to the floor then proceeded to kick him until he lost consciousness again. One of Tegol's mages cast a spell that would reveal any invisible assailants, but found no uninvited guests in the cellar. "How?" Tegol asked, glancing from the smashed table to the broken chain hanging from the ceiling beam. Both mages shrugged; they had no answer for the strange phenomenon that occurred. The mercenaries replaced the broken chain with a new one then lifted Marz's bloodied and battered body from the floor none too gently. Once the ex-gang leader was secured again, Tomad tossed more water into his face. As soon as Marz opened his eyes, the sadistic mercenary slashed across his chest again with the razor, making the ex-gang leader jerk against his bonds. "You're going to pay dearly for trying to strangle me," the merc whispered. A nasty retort died on Marz's lips when Tomad's hand flew up to plunge a small knife into his arm. "Doesn't that feel good?" the merc asked, pulling Marz tightly against him while twisting the knife savagely. "Rake you," Marz managed to whisper, his eyes gazed from the agony that enveloped him. Tomad laughed aloud then kissed him fiercely before pulling out the knife and reaching for the club. Marz coughed then heaved up blood after the merc slammed the weapon across his stomach a couple of times. "DO NOT KILL HIM!" Tegol shouted when Tomad swung the club at Marz yet again. ******* Ravin brought down four men with his throwing knives before drawing his sword. Dalo rushed up beside the thief, and together they fought off a number of thugs that came at them with chains and daggers. Dozens of rats and other small creatures came to their aid, summoned by the beastmaster. Ravin managed to plunge his blade into one man when he was taken off-guard by a squirrel biting his ankle. Nicklar launched a fireball, setting ablaze a group of thugs that stood near the stable. The youths screamed in terror as they ran around in a panic trying to extinguish the flames that engulfed them. Flann stayed close to Nicklar, clearing a path with his axe while the mage continued to cast his spells. Magic missiles flew into the eyes of one merc, killing him instantly. The dwarf roared with anger when a thug managed to hit his shoulder with a chain. After yelling out a battle cry to the god Thor, Flann's mighty axe cut the ugly thug in half. Carloz and Jake fought back-to-back, killing one foe after another. Although Jake's left arm bled profusely from a deep wound, he bravely fought on. He grinned when his newest assailant was knocked out by a rock that flew from Scat's sling. The PTOB gang sat upon the wall surrounding the grounds of the estate, using slings and darts to assist their friends. After running out of throwing knives Tia pulled out her sword and moved to fight alongside of Justin. She fell to her knees when a dagger pierced the back of her thigh. Thankfully, Justin saved her life by blocking the sword that swept toward her neck at that moment. Tia turned in time to see another dagger come flying at her from a thug who hid near a tree several yards away. She flattened her body against the ground and grinned when the dagger flew over her and embedded itself into the leg of the mercenary that Justin was fighting. Tia's grin widened when she saw Noy sneak up behind the thug by the tree and snap his neck as he was reaching for another dagger to throw. Her eyes followed Noy as he crept along like a shadow behind Tristan, who seemed intent on reaching the mansion in the distance. The petite thief cried out as she pulled the dagger out of her leg then launched the weapon at another merc, who came rushing toward her. When the man fell to his death, Tia got to her feet and jumped into the fray again. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Sometimes the dragon wins Author: Tristan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:46:08 05/15/02 Wed Tristan brought his sword up to block the initial thrust of the mercenary rushing toward him. The blade twisted in his clenched fist as he shoved it into the chest of the surprised man, directly through his heart, where it slid out through his back, piercing a lung as well. He didn’t pause to see the light die out of the merc’s eyes as he pulled his weapon free, bracing his hand against the man’s head before pushing the dead body out of his way. They kept coming at him like that, and he kept killing them. They were far past stupid if they thought they could beat him by the sword, but then, they were only human, of course. One man thought to toss a dagger at his throat; he snapped it out of the air and sent it back where it came from, the look on his face not even registering the gurgled cry of the dying man. He was too focused on reaching his destination to watch his back too carefully, though. Fortunately, he had Noyko dogging his footsteps. The little easterner was more skilled with his bare hands than a seasoned merc with two swords. So Tristan never had to worry about the occasional sword rising up from behind, ready to slice through his neck, because his little shadow always slipped out to snap the swordsman’s neck or collapse his windpipe before he even knew what had happened. He moved through the compound with a feral gleam in his eyes, killing anything that thought to rise against him and impede his way. But his head snapped up a little and he blinked when he felt something stir within him, as if part of his soul were reawakening. Then he felt incredible pain in his legs, and in his chest, stomach, arms, even his head. He crouched down and growled, his eyes turning wild again. Marz had regained consciousness. The pain washed away quickly after its initial presence, but he now felt a slight tug in one direction. He killed a few more enemies before he entered the manor, passing through a large room before descending a staircase. He was aware of Noyko still following him, so he whirled around quickly and hissed at the other youth. “You mustn’t follow me here,” he ordered, though it sounded almost like a plea, he thought. Noy shook his head. “I…” “DO NOT KILL HIM!” They both jumped at the slightly muffled voice screaming from the other side of the door at the bottom of the staircase. Tristan only growled at Noyko before turning and continuing downward, the former slave keeping pace several feet behind. A burning rage seared through Tristan’s entire body as he heard a weak string of curses flooding out in an all too familiar voice. The sounds of beating continued, but apparently Marz had either passed out again or become too weak to resist—though he had yet to actually give in and cry out from pain. Tristan put his free hand on the door and opened it, the fire in his cold black eyes almost eerily out of place on his otherwise calm expression. Eight heads turned simultaneously to stare at him, two of which bore looks of actual recognition. The first came from Marz himself, his dazed eyes locking with Tristan’s piercing gaze as he fought to remain conscious. The other came from one of the mercenaries, who actually backed up a step and pointed at him in amazement. “But…that’s the dragon!” He had been one of those who’d attacked Marz and Tristan on the outskirts of the city, but had turned and fled when his companions had become engulfed in dragonfire. “Yes,” Tristan replied calmly, a downright nasty smile stretching over his thin lips. “I am the dragon.” One of the men stepped forward, his eyes lighting up with an oddly displaced glee. “Take it alive!” he ordered. “And I shall have a dragon for a pet!” Three of the mercenaries rushed at him immediately, the fourth remaining beside Marz while the two mages raised their arms above their heads, readying a spell each. The seventh man took several steps back behind the remaining mercenary, whom Tristan recognized from Marz’s earlier mental images as Tomad. His feelings of rage and hatred lent him strength. He changed, ducking his head and furling his wings tightly against his back, almost twice as fast as he was usually capable of doing. As usual, the advancing fighters paused momentarily in either fear or simple awe before running forward again and fanning out, two to his left, the remaining one to his right. Tristan ignored them, slinking forward like a lizard since the low ceiling prevented him from hopping or pouncing the way he usually did. He kicked at one of the mercs who took a swipe at his belly, the long talons of his hind claw goring into the man’s chest as he rolled away. He snapped at another when the man plunged his sword into his shoulder, his razor-sharp teeth closing around the unlucky mercenary’s elbow and ripping it off with one vicious twist of his snout. He ignored the cries of the wounded man, as well as the pitter-patter feel of Noyko’s feet as the youth vaulted onto his back and hopped back down to do battle with the now wounded merc. The other two continued taking swipes at him, and one of the mages brought her arms down to send a lightning bolt stabbing into his chest. He roared deafeningly, making the walls and ceiling vibrate with sound, as pieces of wood and mortar rained down around them. By now he was right before Marz, but his blazing red eyes weren’t focused on the battered body of his lover. He whipped his head around to glare down at the mercenary named Tomad, his lips curling back in a savage snarl to reveal his teeth once again. There was no fear whatsoever in the man’s face as he yelled loudly and raced toward the dragon, his sword held high in his hands. The blade cut into the side of Tristan’s striking head, making him shriek from pain. But at the same time his right claw came out to rake across the merc’s body, flinging him hard against the wall and knocking him out momentarily. By now, two of the other mercs were dead by Noyko’s hands, though the one remaining besides Tomad was the only one Tristan hadn’t injured. The mages as well still lived, and Tristan growled again in pain as he felt another shock strike him full in the face, blinding him for several seconds. His ears pricked up when he heard a shuffling to his immediate left, and he whirled around and reached out with his claws, his talons ripping and snagging onto something, bringing it down to the ground. Finally, his vision started to clear, and he stared down at the writhing body of Tegol Denair, who was lying pinned beneath his talons like a moth on a scholar’s desk. “We dragons do not make good pets,” he said, speaking directly into the mind of his frantically wriggling prey. He removed one claw to slowly rake his talons across the man’s body, making him convulse with screams of sheer pain. Tristan brought his head down closer to Tegol’s, until his hot breath burned the skin of the man beneath him. “But you will not live to regret your stupidity, I don't think.” He opened his jaws to pin Tegol’s head between them, his teeth impaling the man’s temples. Very gently, he breathed out, his breath not intense enough to ignite flame, but just burning hot enough to roast the skin, muscle, and bone from the crimelord’s screaming face until there was nothing above his neck but a crumbled pile of black, sooty ash. Tristan was torn away from his torment of the now dead Tegol Denair when he felt another shock strike him from behind. “Kill the mages!” he roared to Noyko, his body whipping around to pin down the remaining mercenary currently hacking at his left hind leg. He was in the process of snapping the man in half with his jaws when he felt something deep inside him start to twist. His eyes actually widened in surprise when he saw the second mage finally bring his hands down, a brilliant white light shooting from his fingertips to strike Tristan and envelope his entire body. Within seconds, the change came over him. Tristan’s roar of anger became a human scream as he fell back into his now bleeding human body. At that point, Noyko finally struck, diverting the attention of the second mage as he turned to see the easterner breaking the neck of the first. Tristan shook his head, an intense vertigo washing over him as he tried to remain standing. The usual disorientation he felt when returning to human form was magnified ten times, both by the injuries he’d sustained and the fact that the change had been literally forced upon him by outside means. He had only a second to raise his sword in defense against his last remaining foe. Tomad charged forward, having finally regained consciousness, and struck at the dragon, the two clashing blades sending sparks flying into the air. Tristan was weak and confused, but his body responded to the years of training it had undertaken, and he met the merc’s attack strike for strike. Tomad’s sword snuck once through his defense, slicing deeply across his stomach, though he managed to jump back before it could puncture any vital organs. Tristan hissed like a snake, his eyes still blazing an unnatural red as he backed up a couple steps, his sword held ready and waiting behind his back as he slowly circled the larger man. He didn’t have to wait long. Tomad lunged forward again, unable to contain his rage for long to try to fight rationally. Tristan no longer fought like a dragon, snapping and tearing at anything that moved; he fought like a human, Odarin’s patient words trickling into his head, reminding him to remain calm, to forgo his emotions, to not let his passionate nature rule him. He did just that, each block and parry becoming easier and easier, despite the fact that his body felt weaker with each step he took. And soon he was pushing against Tomad’s defenses, forcing the mercenary backwards and backwards, instead of the other way around. The man’s eyes opened wide in surprise when he felt his back bump against the wall. Tristan used the momentary pause to strike, his sword snapping forward with the speed of a viper as he plunged the blade into the man’s groin, making him howl in pure agony. “For Eremis,” Tristan growled, a smile coming to his face when he saw the recognition the name brought light up the man’s tearing eyes. Tristan removed his sword and plunged it again into his belly this time, after first hacking off both his hands so that his own blade fell limply to the ground. “For Marz,” he said. He withdrew his sword a third time and, grabbing a hold of the mercenary’s thick shoulder, stabbed it into his chest, burying the blade to the hilt as it grated against ribs and tore through the man’s heart and lungs, ending his life. “That’s for me,” Tristan whispered, as he pulled his sword back and watched the dead man collapse to the ground. He stared at the body for several dull seconds before finally whirling around and staring at Marz. The next moment, he was racing towards him, his sword coming up to slice right through the metal chains binding the wrists of his badly beaten lover. He then actually dropped his beloved blade on the ground as if it were a scrap of metal, his arms reaching out to catch Marz’s broken body as he crumbled to the ground, now barely conscious. “Marz!” he said, a sob catching in his throat as he cradled his lover in his arms, smearing even more blood on his already soaked clothing. He caressed the ex-gang leader’s face with one hand, his fingers stroking his sweaty hair lovingly. Tears started running down his cheeks as their gazes locked, Marz still fighting to remain conscious. “Noyko, get the healer!” Tristan managed to say, his voice catching on another wracking sob. “You idiot,” he whispered, smiling somehow around his tears as he kissed him gently, mindful of the bruises dotting the ex-gang leader’s entire face, even his lips. “I love you. Don’t ever do anything like this again!” [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: The dynasty's end Author: Erlic & company [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:04:42 05/15/02 Wed Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror, and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. “You got that right Yorik!” Corum exclaimed as he bashed in the head of one of the mercs. They had captured Marz, and Marz was his friend, therefore, they were the enemy, and therefore he would show no mercy whatsoever. Another of the thugs came running along, and he simply stabbed the man with the blunt end of the staff. As the thug bent over, Corum swung upward with Yorik, nearly taking the head off of his opponent. Damn, but this was fun. On the opposite end of the court, Darius was playing with several mercs and thugs, diverting one, while killing another. He would move into buildings closing the door behind him, and then just as quickly opening the door only to bash it into the face of the oncoming thugs. “Idiots!” he exclaimed as he plunged his sword through their stomachs. Arcanum was moving from one foe to another, easily manipulating their moves with his elven, and dwarven crafted swords. There was no time to think about later for they were in Tegol’s camp, and the sooner they eliminated Tegol’s men, the better off everyone would be. Matrix had exploded into a berserker rage as he took on several thugs, and mercs at once, crying out to his god as he bashed heads, and severed limbs. Although he had numerous cuts, and gashes, the blood thirst was still within him as he continued to ravage any of the enemy that came before him. From the distance, Tarlon continued to drop men to the ground anytime they got too close to his friends. Fortunately he managed to escape any direct injuries. He thought about his father during the entire battle, and how his father had taught him the art of the bow. Because of his dad’s persistence, Tarlon had become quite proficient with the weapon, preferring it to the sword he carried for emergencies only. After a while, Erlic sheathed his sword, and started to fight with his Eastern martial arts, delivering kicks, hand attacks, and using his shurikens to disable the enemy. A voice from behind alerted him as he heard Noy yell. “Tristan and Marz need a healer quickly!” Val was engaged with an opponent, and Erlic made his way toward the healer. “GO!” Erlic yelled as he took the healer’s place in the battle. Val followed Noy as the youth yelled out, “everyone down there is dead except for Tristan and Marz!” Erlic was quite pleased to hear this bit of news. Tristan had managed to find Marz on his own, and probably ended the life of those holding the ex-gang leader. The young easterner’s exclamation made many of the men simply stop fighting, throwing down their weapons. If what the youth had stated was true, Tegol must be dead, and if that were the case, there would be no pay coming to them. The man facing Erlic thought about giving up, and as a last resort decided to try and take one more life. Erlic spotted the move as he quickly spun around, snapping the man’s neck with his leg. The guild master quickly looked around, and noticed that the others were now gathering those unwilling to fight into one area. He quickly moved off in the direction Noy had gone to see if they might need his assistance. He spotted Noy, and the healer turn a corner, only to be followed by a merc that they hadn’t spotted. Erlic rushed forward turning the corner sharply, and grappled the man to the floor, delivering a sharp hand strike to his larynx. Another sword nearly swiped his head off as he caught the man’s wrist in his own hands, pulling hard, and using his feet as leverage to throw the man over him. The guild master was quickly on top of the opponent, grabbing his neck, and snapping it viciously. He quickly started to look around for any other opponents seeing Val, and Noy enter a room, and realizing they would now be safe. ****************** As soon as the healer entered the room he couldn’t believe the amount of damage that not only Marz had suffered, but Tristan as well. Between the amounts of blood that coated their bodies, it was extremely difficult to tell just who was the worse. As soon as he helped place Marz onto the ground, he could tell immediately that it would be a while before Marz even thought of leaving the hospice. A quick mental scan of the youth’s body noted some severe bone breaks, internal bleeding, as well as internal organ damage, and several concussions to the youth’s head. As he looked at Tristan, the dragon merely instructed the healer to care for Marz first. Val didn’t need any further instructions as he drew on his mental psychic healing powers, stopping the internal bleeding before it ravaged the youth of his life. The healer worked quickly, but with deadly accuracy. Although he had mastered several professions, healing was the one he was most concerned, and devoted with. He had acquired knowledge from every corner of the world, and used that knowledge on all of his patients. Even now, he realized that the youth’s internal damage was quite severe, and he quickly started mending the damaged organs with his mental powers. He ignored Tristan’s queries as he continued to work on the youth. “Noy!” he called out. “Have someone bring a wagon to the door. They’re going to need to be transported back to the tavern where I can work on them safely.” With that Valhorek continued his labors for a goodly amount of time before he felt secure enough in the knowledge that Marz would make the journey back safely. Although Tristan grumbled something under his breath, Val tended to him somewhat, stopping any of the internal bleeding he had suffered from. ******************* When Noy came running out, Erlic spotted him, and after being told the news followed the youth back to the campgrounds. The battling had ceased altogether, and for that, Erlic was thankful that no more blood would be shed this evening, at least by his friends. He spotted Ravin, and motioned him over. The two re-entered the main building, and started to explore the walls for any safes. If this was one of Tegol’s estates, then there was a good probability that there would be some important documents, as well as money lying around. The two thieves worked conscientiously, both finding a different wall safe at the same time. The traps were disengaged, with Erlic finding some documents, which he stuffed into his sack, and Ravin finding money, and gems. After further exploration they decided that there was nothing more to be found. They quickly moved to the area where Marz had been held hostage, and looked at the damage. The guild master recognized the one known as Tomad, as well as the disfigured body of Tegol. “All this because Tegol believed a crime lord was on the rise,” Erlic mentioned. “He couldn’t leave well enough alone.” The two searched through the bodies, taking whatever they deemed necessary. When they were finished, they joined their friends outside just as Valhorek was carrying an unconscious Marz to the wagon, while Noy helped Tristan, despite the dragon’s refusal. As everyone prepared to leave, Erlic turned to those that had given up the battle. “Tell whomever you want that there never was a crime lord,” Erlic began. “It was just the whim of a madman named Tegol. Now get out before I change my mind, and leave your weapons behind.” With that the small remaining group fled the estate. Erlic joined his friends, and helped Jade up onto the horse. Now he was tired but although he didn’t think there would be any further attacks, he had to remain vigilant until they returned to the tavern. The journey met with no resistance, and the group filed into the tavern, with Valhorek carrying Marz, and Darius helping Tristan. Both of them were placed on separate cots next to each other. Val started his arduous work of healing Marz of his wounds. He continued his processes on the internal organs, then on to the concussions in the youth’s head, followed by the broken kneecaps, and then the various gashes, and cuts the youth had suffered. The healer still could not figure out how in the world someone such as Marz, could possibly take so much of a beating. Yes, he had worked on the youth before, and in some instances the damages were nearly devastating, but nothing like he witnessed now. Fortunately, he was left alone with the exception of Foran who aided him in the restoration of Marz. Tristan’s damages weren’t as severe but still needed tending. Valhorek didn’t even bother to listen to the protestations of the dragon but merely continued his work along with that of Foran. When the elf started to place an herbal remedy on the dragon’s neck wound, Valhorek immediately stopped him, and explained that Tristan had a severe reaction to herbs, to simply disinfect the wound, and to bandage it properly. Foran was a bit shocked at the news but followed Val’s instructions. The two healers were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief once all the major injuries had been tended to. Valhorek managed to slip an herbal concoction down Marz’s throat so that the youth’s body could start healing itself properly. Foran suggested that he treat the others that needed healing. The elf went to the common room, and started to tend to the wounds the others had sustained, taking careful aims to insure a good job. He knew that Val was the head healer, and that he was merely an assistant, but he also realized that he had found a place worthy of his services here at the tavern. It was a most unusual group, but he enjoyed the work nonetheless. Val realized that Marz healed quickly, but after the series of injuries he had sustained, Val doubted the youth would be walking soon. Tristan on the other hand might be laid up a day or two at the most, while he figured that Marz would be staying here for quite sometime. “I stay hear to watch, and protect,” Noy stated as he pulled up a chair to sit next to Tristan’s cot. Val simply smiled at the easterner. “You simply let me know if there’s any change, all right?” Noy simply nodded; content to remain with the dragon, of which he had considered himself a slave to. When the Val approached the table, he informed everyone that Marz, and Tristan would be fine. Foran had just finished up with the last patient as Val sat down, and ordered a whiskey. The rest of the group where engaged in their meals, and it seemed they were quite happy knowing that the threat of Tegol had finally come to an end. Erlic had pulled out the papers he had gathered from Tegol’s estate, and started to read what they contained. He noted an address of a certain location, and questioned Ravin about it. The younger thief thought a moment, and simply stated that that particular location was situated near the docks, a bunch of buildings simply used for storage. When Erlic explained the contents of the building, a vast assortment of drugs, Ravin’s eyes lit up. “Perhaps we should pay the place a visit,” Erlic stated, mirroring Ravin’s own smile. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Last minute situation Author: Erlic & Darius [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:44:10 05/16/02 Thu Darius was enjoying his stay at the table along with Jo. It had been a long arduous day, and he looked forward to spending some quality time with his beautiful young lady, and student. Before Jo had left, however, he was asked if he wanted to engage in one final activity by Ravin, and Erlic. The merc simply smiled, and nodded his agreement. He turned to Jo, who was about ready to leave. “I’ll try not to be late,” he stated. “But I’ve got to do this, and from what Ravin and Erlic tell me, it shouldn’t be too dangerous. If I walk in, and you’re asleep, I’ll simply let you be. If, however, you’re still awake………” He let the thought hang as Jo smiled with appreciation, giving him a kiss before heading toward her room. He would definitely look forward to a good night’s rest, well maybe not a good rest, but a very pleasant, and stimulating evening, or morning for that matter. To Erlic, it appeared that although Ravin was tired, he still had some energy left, especially when it concerned burning down a warehouse full of drugs. One of the many problems plaguing Bizmar was the use of drugs, especially by the now deceased Tegol, who primarily used them to keep several of his members allied to him by getting them hooked, and thus having to work for him for their daily fix. The guild master was sure that it had been a very lucrative business, and that Tegol had made a good some of money on the trade. But for now, it was best that they rid the city of at least one location, or in this case, one source of the addicting drugs. Too many people that had been caught in the onslaught of daily pressures, wound up turning to these alternate forms of medicine simply to rid themselves of life as they knew it, only to be caught up in a whirlwind of another, and more costly problem. Perhaps some of the people didn’t know how to cope with life in general, and turned to the alternate substances as a way out. Perhaps it was a poor excuse, but maybe for a moment, they found a bit of reprieve. Unfortunately, once addicted, there was no turning back, and the extra work needed to come up with the money for these drugs usually took its toll on the common person especially. Erlic, Ravin, and Darius sat around making quick plans. They agreed to take the wagon from the stables, some oil, and simply sneak into the place, set fire to it, and then leave. It sounded plausible enough even if there were some men there, which could easily be disposed of. The group nodded towards each other, and started to head out. Erlic stopped by Jade, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I have some unfinished business to attend to, but I will return, in time I hope, for my payment.” He was rewarded with a smile from the exotic mage, as she kissed him. The three men walked out to the stables, prepared the wagon, loaded it with oil, and headed out for the location Erlic had read about. Ravin seemed to know where it was situated, and they followed his lead. Within no time they arrived at their destination. The three fighters/thieves watched from their vantage point taking in their surroundings. A few men could be seen walking around, but considering these warehouses were situated near the dock, it was quite understandable to have some amount of activity. Erlic told everyone to wait while he had a look around. He moved quickly about the shadows making sure no one saw him. He came to a side door, and quickly searched for traps. He spotted not one, but three, and quickly disabled them. Obviously they had come to the correct warehouse considering how well it had been trapped. He picked the lock, and carefully opened the door a crack. Some voices could be heard in the distance, and he slowly made his way toward them. Moving with stealth, he finally came upon two men sitting at table playing cards. Obviously they were either waiting for someone, or simply guarding the place. Erlic rushed toward the table, and before they could do anything, snapped the neck of the first man, and then raised his leg, and kicked at the other unsuspecting individual. Knowing of Ravin’s empathy, he moved the bodies out of the way, and when he felt the place was secured, returned to the doorway, and signaled for the others. They quickly poured the oil over the contents inside the warehouse. They let the oil settle a bit as they explored the area to see what items of value they could find. Ravin chanced upon another moneybox, this one filled with coins, and gems, and worth a lot of money. “Drug money,” the younger thief exclaimed. “Maybe we can put it to better uses.” The others had to agree with him. Erlic came across some items he hadn’t expected to find, an assortment of various poisons. Possibly the poisons were to be re-located at another time, but that didn’t matter to him now. He swiped what he could take, and carefully placed them in his sack. Being an assassin, and knowing the value of poisons, he could easily use the confiscated goods for a better purpose. Darius happened to find some papers. “These papers indicate some of Tegol’s other establishments, how much payment is due, and what days to collect.” He stuffed the papers in his tunic. When they decided there was nothing left to search, they made their way to the door, and checked to see if there were any people around. Ravin gave Erlic a thumb's up, and the assassin quickly lit the fire. Once he was sure it had started, the group made their way back to the wagon, and rode off, stopping once they were far enough away. They sat, and watched as the building caught fire, flames spreading through the wood, and the now oil soaked items inside the building. By this time there would be no feasible way to put out the fire. Each of the men took a swig of the flasks, before heading back toward the tavern. The trip back was without incident, and once they arrived, stabled the horses, and returned to have another drink. They were quite happy with their achievements. Darius handed over the papers to Erlic, deciding it was best for him to make any further plans. They toasted each other on a job well done. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]