The beast went wild, screeching and clawing at it's back, broken scales falling from around the wound. The pendant, tied to the hilt was glowing so brightly Maverick couldn't even see the stone anymore, only the bright spikes of light eminating from it. Something inside him, some deep part of humanity cried out as the shrieks reached his ears. The creature was done for, he knew that. Nothing could survive a wound like that. All it was doing in it's last moments was suffering. He threw himself on the creature's back, grabbing the hilt. The creaute bucked and he would have been thrown in the air like a rag doll if not for his grip on the sword. None the less he did lose some of his grip. Rewrapping his fingers tightly on the hilt and shifting his weight onto it, he tried to push the thing all the way through, but his weight wasn't enough. "Shadrak, help me!"
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Shadrak leaped up and ran to the beast, stumbling a bit to avoid the flailing claw-like appendages he added his remaining strength to Maverick's.
ooc: are you trying to push the blade in or pull it out?
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ooc: Trying to push it in. It will end quicker that way.
bic: With Shadrak's added weight, the swordslid through the creatures' blood-soaked body. The sword point came out the other side and jabbed into the ground, pinning the creature there. It let out a mournful wail, and then went limp. The pendant winked out.
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Shadrak flopped onto the ground. "Ow." He said, not really meaning it, but not too sure what on earth he DID mean.
"I like non-flamy-deathage every once in awhile too...." Shadrak was quite out of it to say the least, "Mm, nummy monster blood," he murmured.
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Maverick rolled off the lifeless creature. "Non-flamey-deathage is a very goo-- what?" Maverick feebly lifted his head. "Shadrak?"
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Shadrak didn't respond. There where several gashes on his arms from who knew what, and some of the creature's blood had seeped into the young mage's bloodstream. The magic of the creature's blood and the blood of the mage were having a rather chaotic effect on one another. Shadrak's eyes were slightly open, but he wasn't seeing the world.
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Maverick pushed himself up. "Shadrak are you all right?" He crawled over to his fallen comrad. "Shadrak?" He nudged his friend. The pendant was glowing again.
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ooc: I'm soooo glad it's just us two in this thread, I dun haveta catch up on a century every time this way!
bic:
Shadrak made no move. Just lay there.
ooc: just a hint, the magic in the monster's blood is opposite half the blood in Shadrak, otherwise he'd be dead now. He's kind of stuck in a bit of a coma now though...and since that's not very fun...lets find you another playmate...
bic:
The bodiless creature left the ravaged body of the bug-like creature and drifted off. Foul humans, they must all die!
IT drifted unseen into the woods (woods around base of mountain). It found some creatures there that had a sort of collective mind. He harnessed them unto his purpose and reeled them around for the hunt, to hunt the humans on the fire-hill.
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"Shadrak!" Still his friend made no move. The only sign of life he showed was the slow rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. "Ugh...Great." He noticed, oddly, that the more he moved, the more sleep left his limbs. He felt as if he'd been in a waking coma for the past week. Of coarse as to how meny beatings he'd recieved during that time, he had no way of knowing; nor, he admitted, did he want to know. He pulled Shadrak into a sitting position, his head lolling on his chest and pushed his shoulder into the unconcious man's abdomon. With a great heave he settled Shadrak on his shoulder and pushed himself up onto his knees. The man's full weight on Maverick's shoulder was a shock, but he pushed himself the rest of the way to his feet. "Shadrak, when we get back to civilization, you could definately stand to lose a few pounds," he grated out. Now to get his sword. He walked over to the beast's body and stopped. The beast had been black and green, not stone grey. He put his hand on it's back to see if it had grown cold yet and was shocked to find that the beast's dead body had turned to stone! He unwound the pendant from the sword hilt and placed it around his neck, then wrenched the sword out of the stone creature. And suddenly, a great sigh sounded as the creature turned to dust! A strong wind came upon them and the dust sifted away on the wind. Maverick shook his head in wonder, an sheathed his sword. "Odd land full of odd creatures," he muttered as he headed NorthWest. Smoke rose in the distance there. Perhaps a human dwelling, he hoped.
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ooc: good show! Shaddy's a dragon, of course he's gonna have great mass! ^-^
bic:
The creatures rose, a swarm of bugs. Go! go my children! kill the unworthy fools! Smoke rose around the rising column of bugs. They were fire-bugs, and the leaves and trees they brushed against burst into flame.
ooc: sorry if this is poorly written....me have headache....
Maverick stumbled along, unaware of the cuts on his body where blood flowed freely, focusing on naught but that thin whisp of smoke trailing into the darkening sky. How was it possible for a man to weigh this much? He had to weigh at least fifty stone! How he was going to carry this man all the way to the nearest village he couldn't fathom. Maybe the poeple with the fire would give them a ride. Or maybe he could buy a horse and cart off them. He was sure he would think of something-- worst came to worst, he could always fashion some sort of stretcher out of tree limbs and tak ehim that way. But that wasn't he most desirable way. He cringed at teh thought of all the splinters he would get. He-- caught his foot on something and went careening into something solid. He looked up, painfully. Shadrak had landed on his back. "Well glad to see he's alright," he muttered. He was in ruins of some kind, stone sticking up everywhere in the darkening twilight. Twilight. Well, he thought this was a good a place as any to camp for the night.
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Shadrak felt himself hit the ground. He was suddenly quite aware of his surroundings, but he couldn't move at all.
The swarm rose up and hunted the human and the human-dragon down. WHUMP! The swarm came against a solid barrier. They buzzed angrily about a solid magical wall that enclosed a set of seemingly innocent ruins.
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Maverick twisted and rolled trying desperately to get this heavy man off his back, but he just weighed to damned much! Finally, he reached back and pulled at Shadrak's clothes while rocking back and forth and he finally scooted out from under him. Sharak fell on his side. Maverick pushed himself to his feet and looked around, squinting to see in the darkness. He was in what appeared to be the ruins of some ancient temple, on a wide circular platform sourrounded by seven high stone pillars. In the center was a slightly raised platform with an indentation in the center. Perfect place for a campfire. Now to find some wood. He searched around and gathered twigs and brush, then came back and dumped it in the pit. Okay, where was he going to find fire? Suddenly a light caught his eye. It was coming from behind some brush that had overgrown onto the lower stone platform. It looked like...firelight? Had the travelers decide to bunk down here also? He walked over to the brush and parted it. "Excuse m-..." He was met by a strange sight indeed. Fireflies, swarming all over each other as if creating a perfect wall. What the devil? Perhaps it was childish curiosity that he had always ignored in his youth, or the gruesome fasination that we all as human beings have with death and destruction. The same reason we gather to watch in wonder as a house burns down, some pagan ritual older then time itself. But Maverick reached out to the fireflies. Curiosity overwhelming his good sense so that he really didn't know what he was doing, only that he was doing it and was in no way compelled to stop. He reached right through that invisible barrier the bugs swarmed over and touched them. The fire licked his flesh and that sudden jolt of pain snapped him out of his reverie, his hand recoiling, burned, back into the protection of his hunched-over torso. "Demons," he rasped under his breaths and scrambled back to the center where his friend still lay. He squatted there, hunched over, his blood pounding in his ears at the terror of losing himself in something so...so alien. But as his heart qieted, he looked back over his shoulder to the light and idly grabbed some kindling. He firmed his resolve and stood and strided back over to the wall of firebugs. He stuck the end into the them and watched as it lit, then stalked back over and threw it on the kindling. It lighted instantly, basking him and his sourroundings in dancing, flickering firelight.
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The heat crept into Shadrak's bones. It seemed to melt a sort of ice that had set in when the beast's blood had mixed with his. He lay still, waiting until all the ice-feeling had gone, then he sat up quite suddenly and shouted, " I LIVE!!!!!!!!!"
Then he grinned evilly in the firelight.
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Maverick's breath caught in his throat and all that came out was a gagging sound as he jolted up, hand on his word before he realized it. "Shadrak!...you're awake." He released the sword handle and slumped tot he ground, gripping his chest as the stress pains receded and his breathing returned to normal. "That was nasty little trick, Sharak. My nerves are shot as it is."
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Shadrak's expression altered to unreadable, "Well... here comes your revenge..." he muttered. Then the headache hit him, he was reduced to cursing savagely under his breath.
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A corner of his mouth quirked up and he said, "If I weren't such a poor sport I'd offer you something for the pain." He gave a mock gasp. "You know, I think I do have something for the pain in here." He rummaged around his pack for a bit and pulled out a little vial of carved whale bone. "Fork root does dull pain and induce sleep last I checked," he said conversationally. "You can have some if you like. Of coarse you would have to apoligize."
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"Sleep?!" Shadrak exclaimed, "Now why...wood i... waaant t'sleeef 'gain?" A strange expression crossed is face as he found he was rapidly losing control of his voice, "Dude! 't'z liiik... iii'maa droonk!" Shadrak flopped backward, and gazed bemusedly up at the sky, "whooooo stawwy!" (wow! Starry!). Shadrak then began to babble nonsense, perfectly content to be a fool, and really rather foggy still, all dignity and whatever else in the way of intelligence he once had. ((dun worry, it's only temporary! ^-^))
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Maverick stared, a look of profound dumbness on his face. "Ah.......huh?" He stared for a bit, dumbfounded, then shrugged. "Shadrak," he said sternly, "you are going to tell me what's happening to you when you're sane again." Then added under his breath, "So I know what to expect." Suddenly, pain seared his entire body and he froze, thrat caught in his throat so he wouldn't scream. Then the pain subsided and reduced itself to soreness. He breathed long even breaths, bringing his mind back from the haze it had retreated to from the pain and looked at himself. He was a mess! It seemed every part of his exposed flesh was covered with cuts and dried with his blood. He needed water to clean them out and glanced at the temporarily drunk man gazing at the stars. On second theought, he decided, he'd rather take his chances without magic tonight. He pushed himself to his feet-painfully, might I add- and went in search of a stream. Not far from the stone circle was an old fountain, that somehow, miraculously still brought water. And next to it, was a bucket. Granted it was old and wheather beaten, but it was a bucket none-the-less. He picked it up, filled it with water and headed back to the campfire. It seemed his luck had returned to him.
ooc: beastie could just be warded against the stone circle where their camp is. Possibly go after Maverick?
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*A young man that appeared to be about eighteen walked up to the fountain with a spear in hand and a sword at his hip. His body and face may have been of a teenager's appearance, but the light in his eye was a flame of age and wisdome, which mingled brilliantly with the spark of youth and mischievousness. He bent down beside the wounded (man?).* Say, stranger. You look in rough shape.
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