EZ_Mekanikos
07-17-02, 04:27 AM
Link to Part I: Deception of the Nightwalkers
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Link to Part II: Shadows of the Moon
pub35.ezboard.com/fthesaf...=910.topic
Snow...he hated snow.
The torrent of wind wrapped around the dark elf, drowning the world in a sheet of white. The fire globe that he had placed around himself, an innate skill gifted from Solusek Ro himself, flickered briefly, struggling to keep burning amidst the assault of ice.
He had been walking for hours now, lost in the mountainous plains of Everfrost.
And still no sign of the caves.
His breath misted as the flame shield gave out, and he had only a seconds worth of time to bury himself in his robes before the icy winds bowled into him, knocking him from his feet.
Damnit.
He curled himself into a ball on the ground, feeling the chill seep through his robes, which were better suited for the warmer temperatures of Nektulos and the Commonlands. He would never be able to cast a spell in this, but he would be damned if he was found frozen to death in the middle of this cursed land, huddled so much like a babe in an unwanting mother's arms.
Pride, fiery and furious, moved him now. He was blinded, freezing, and irritated, the latter of which canceled out the former two. He concentrated as much as he could and put one foot in front of the other. He would never allow the elements to break him.
Never.
He was a wizard of Solusek Ro. Nothing could stand before him, not even mother nature.
"I will not fail, master."
"Fool."
She had been watching him for the past couple of hours, or trailing rather. With her fur lined clothing, she hardly felt the bite of the wind, and though she was still semi-snow-blind, she had no difficulty in following the idiotic dark-elf. Neither did any other creature. She had to "persuade" a pair of polar bears to find an easier meal, though, as she waded on, she wondered if there was an easier meal than a lost wizard in the middle of one of Everfrost's worst blizzards.
Foolishness. Idiocy.
Two of many words he described his journey with. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He only knew that they were moving. He had to flex his fingers constantly, and had pulled the hood up, doing the best he could to cover his nose and ears.
Struggling like some fool apprentice.
This was below him. He should not have had to come to this wasteland! He stumbled, but caught himself...barely. His eyes became mere slits and fire bubbled up inside him, warming his bones. Words came to his quick freezing tongue, foreign yet familiar. A ball of fire exploded around him. Everything in a twenty-foot radius melted, and froze, leaving an ice shaped bowl with a sphere of flames in the middle.
"This rogue had better be damn important."
An image of blackened clothing roasting in a torrent of flames invaded his mind, and he smiled. At least Solusek had not abandoned him; the Burning Prince had indeed agreed with him. If this meeting turned out to be a waste of his time, a barbecue for the goblins of Permafrost would ensue.
An hour later, the snow lifted, and she found herself having to fall back further to keep from being seen. Nothing else was following him now, as the display of power pretty much scared off everything else. She shifter her shield and her pike and sunk lower into the snow.
He stopped...
She looked around and saw the Ice Giant Fort.
Ah damn.
He'd pass right by her if that's where he was heading. She squirmed in the snow, trying to bury herself, and when she looked up to find him scanning the area she ducked her head and didn't dare look up, but continued to shift the snow around her.
He had picked up his pace, headed towards the fort when he saw the wolf. Or it's head at the least. It seemed to be staring past him, so he turned around and scanning the horizon. Turning back to the animal, it had disappeared, seemingly under the snow.
Stupid animal.
His flame shield dropped as he passed the tremendous wall that would grant him entrance to the tunnels of permafrost. It was oddly vacant...though he did see bodies laying strewn across the ground.
Wonderful.
A glance to his side gave him enough time to duck a gigantic fist. As he backed up, arcane magicks swirled around his fingertips and he loosed a cantrip he had learned in his apprentice days. The ice giant sunk into the ground as the wizard spun about to face the other expected one, but the other tower was empty except for broken fragments of ice. Bringing his attention full onto his attacker, he brought his hands up and uttered a simple phrase. In the hands of a regular wizard, the fireball was outclassed by many other spells, but in the hands of Kharos Fireborn, it was a tool to be reckoned with. The fireball ripped into the giant, immediately steaming as it rent one of the massive arms from the monster's body. A second followed, and finally a third which hollowed out the creatures chest. Within minutes, the golem-like creature fell to its knees and what was left of it shattered.
With a smile of satisfaction, Kharos flipped out his spellbook and sorted through it, looking for his protective spells. Where there was one, there were more, and he wouldn't always be so lucky.
Standing and dusting snow off of himself, he walked to the mouth of the hall, which allowed room for the ice giants to navigate, and followed along the wall. An open area provided more light and another giant, but he skirted around the opposite side of the room and continued to the turn, where he heard a light chuckle.
The rogue stepped through the wall (impressive, indeed) and eyed the magic user.
"I take it you are the great Kharos that I keep hearing about? It is pleasant to meet one of such great repute." He gave a small bow, smirking as he did so.
Several lies came to the wizard's mind, but he shoved them away and allowed irritation to penetrate his voice, "What is this about, rogueling? I haven't the time to waste on idle chatter."
"This is, if you were wondering, a meeting of great importance to my guild. You have done what you needed to do, and we are pleased." The rogue gave a glance down the hall and Kharos' eyes followed. Irritation bubbled inside him again and he turned back in time to see a moonstone hilted dagger flying at his chest.
"Goodnight, mageling."
End Part Three
Moonstone Rogue: Antipode
pub112.ezboard.com/fdruzz...D=54.topic
Link to Part II: Shadows of the Moon
pub35.ezboard.com/fthesaf...=910.topic
Snow...he hated snow.
The torrent of wind wrapped around the dark elf, drowning the world in a sheet of white. The fire globe that he had placed around himself, an innate skill gifted from Solusek Ro himself, flickered briefly, struggling to keep burning amidst the assault of ice.
He had been walking for hours now, lost in the mountainous plains of Everfrost.
And still no sign of the caves.
His breath misted as the flame shield gave out, and he had only a seconds worth of time to bury himself in his robes before the icy winds bowled into him, knocking him from his feet.
Damnit.
He curled himself into a ball on the ground, feeling the chill seep through his robes, which were better suited for the warmer temperatures of Nektulos and the Commonlands. He would never be able to cast a spell in this, but he would be damned if he was found frozen to death in the middle of this cursed land, huddled so much like a babe in an unwanting mother's arms.
Pride, fiery and furious, moved him now. He was blinded, freezing, and irritated, the latter of which canceled out the former two. He concentrated as much as he could and put one foot in front of the other. He would never allow the elements to break him.
Never.
He was a wizard of Solusek Ro. Nothing could stand before him, not even mother nature.
"I will not fail, master."
"Fool."
She had been watching him for the past couple of hours, or trailing rather. With her fur lined clothing, she hardly felt the bite of the wind, and though she was still semi-snow-blind, she had no difficulty in following the idiotic dark-elf. Neither did any other creature. She had to "persuade" a pair of polar bears to find an easier meal, though, as she waded on, she wondered if there was an easier meal than a lost wizard in the middle of one of Everfrost's worst blizzards.
Foolishness. Idiocy.
Two of many words he described his journey with. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He only knew that they were moving. He had to flex his fingers constantly, and had pulled the hood up, doing the best he could to cover his nose and ears.
Struggling like some fool apprentice.
This was below him. He should not have had to come to this wasteland! He stumbled, but caught himself...barely. His eyes became mere slits and fire bubbled up inside him, warming his bones. Words came to his quick freezing tongue, foreign yet familiar. A ball of fire exploded around him. Everything in a twenty-foot radius melted, and froze, leaving an ice shaped bowl with a sphere of flames in the middle.
"This rogue had better be damn important."
An image of blackened clothing roasting in a torrent of flames invaded his mind, and he smiled. At least Solusek had not abandoned him; the Burning Prince had indeed agreed with him. If this meeting turned out to be a waste of his time, a barbecue for the goblins of Permafrost would ensue.
An hour later, the snow lifted, and she found herself having to fall back further to keep from being seen. Nothing else was following him now, as the display of power pretty much scared off everything else. She shifter her shield and her pike and sunk lower into the snow.
He stopped...
She looked around and saw the Ice Giant Fort.
Ah damn.
He'd pass right by her if that's where he was heading. She squirmed in the snow, trying to bury herself, and when she looked up to find him scanning the area she ducked her head and didn't dare look up, but continued to shift the snow around her.
He had picked up his pace, headed towards the fort when he saw the wolf. Or it's head at the least. It seemed to be staring past him, so he turned around and scanning the horizon. Turning back to the animal, it had disappeared, seemingly under the snow.
Stupid animal.
His flame shield dropped as he passed the tremendous wall that would grant him entrance to the tunnels of permafrost. It was oddly vacant...though he did see bodies laying strewn across the ground.
Wonderful.
A glance to his side gave him enough time to duck a gigantic fist. As he backed up, arcane magicks swirled around his fingertips and he loosed a cantrip he had learned in his apprentice days. The ice giant sunk into the ground as the wizard spun about to face the other expected one, but the other tower was empty except for broken fragments of ice. Bringing his attention full onto his attacker, he brought his hands up and uttered a simple phrase. In the hands of a regular wizard, the fireball was outclassed by many other spells, but in the hands of Kharos Fireborn, it was a tool to be reckoned with. The fireball ripped into the giant, immediately steaming as it rent one of the massive arms from the monster's body. A second followed, and finally a third which hollowed out the creatures chest. Within minutes, the golem-like creature fell to its knees and what was left of it shattered.
With a smile of satisfaction, Kharos flipped out his spellbook and sorted through it, looking for his protective spells. Where there was one, there were more, and he wouldn't always be so lucky.
Standing and dusting snow off of himself, he walked to the mouth of the hall, which allowed room for the ice giants to navigate, and followed along the wall. An open area provided more light and another giant, but he skirted around the opposite side of the room and continued to the turn, where he heard a light chuckle.
The rogue stepped through the wall (impressive, indeed) and eyed the magic user.
"I take it you are the great Kharos that I keep hearing about? It is pleasant to meet one of such great repute." He gave a small bow, smirking as he did so.
Several lies came to the wizard's mind, but he shoved them away and allowed irritation to penetrate his voice, "What is this about, rogueling? I haven't the time to waste on idle chatter."
"This is, if you were wondering, a meeting of great importance to my guild. You have done what you needed to do, and we are pleased." The rogue gave a glance down the hall and Kharos' eyes followed. Irritation bubbled inside him again and he turned back in time to see a moonstone hilted dagger flying at his chest.
"Goodnight, mageling."
End Part Three
Moonstone Rogue: Antipode