Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench & magnamos)
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				Title: <strong>Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 08:28:52</strong>
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				In a land not so far away but in a different time, a time of magic and muscles, a cruel sorceress terrorised the beautiful village of Edenor. Her undead troop have overrun the badly organize militia in a single assault. The town was set ablaze and burned to the ground in a single night. The desperate survivors fled to the nearest city and they all plead there king for revenge. There King had other business to take care off. The townsfolk assembled all there remaining items of value to set a bounty on the sorceress. It attracted many adventurer but only a few were capable enough to at least achieve a stand-off and get away with there lifes. <br><br>There was one who was famous among these lands. Tremenos, the harbinger of the golden age. He was experience in slaying monsters and myths. He got his name because most Kingdoms which muddled along became prospering and wealthy nations after his work was done. He never expected payment. Rumor has it that his wealth beyond human comprehension. He never spend a coin though since his fame opened the doors to a room for the night and a warm meal in every tavern he came across. Now he was on a crusade against the hordes of undead to stop the foul sister of corruption. The sorceress who was in command of the undead army.<br><br>He was slashing through soulless husks for days now, only resting a few hours. His body was exhausted but still not at it's limit when he saw a hughe tower appear at the horizon, embraced by dark clouds and lightning. He ventured forth into the threatening lands, cutting a bloody path through the armies of the cursed bodys.<br><br>When he made his way into the tower there was no neverending stairway reaching up to the top. There was no floor and a small stairway running deep into the ground. He couldn't see the floor since clouds of red fog hovered silently within. His way led him futher down, pass deadly traps, even more furious and sometimes smart undead until he reached a door made of black wood.<br><br>The door flew curshing into the room when his two-handed Waraxe overpowered the strong fittings. His faceplat hiding a smirk, he steped into the room when he finally reached the sorceress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>17-10-2008, 22:37:10</strong>
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				Tabitha the Black, Scion of the Dark Throne, the Annihilator of the daemon Eriath, and all around capable sorceress, sighed softly as the door to her personal chambers blew open in a shower of wooden splinters as the warrior beyond burst in.<br><br><em>-By the damned Nine, does the fool realize how hard it is to get those bloody things MADE?-</em> she muttered under her breath before she rose with stately grace from her throne.<br><br>She strode several steps forward, her black cape swirling about her in a suitable dramatic fashion as her striking brown eyes sized up the warrior before her.&nbsp; She also felt his eyes traveling over her own form, along her smooth but shapely legs, encased in a pair of knee high black leather boots.&nbsp; Along the curve of her hips, encased in a pair of form hugging black shorts, upward over her smooth bare belly to her chest. <br><br>She almost smirked as they remained there for several moments before continuing their upward climb.&nbsp; The black leather bustier barely covered her full breasts, the silky tanned flesh peeking out from behind the top as the orbs jiggled slightly with her brisk pace.&nbsp; Many men, and more than a few women, had stood captivated by their almost hypnotic dance.&nbsp; Her full lips curled in a disdainful smile as she flicked her free flowing hair from her face, her gloved hands already moving through the first incantations of her spell.<br><br>Darkness swirled between them, a monstrous black shape taking form from the very floor.&nbsp; A massive beast of claws and teeth, it screeched it’s malice at the intruder as Tabitha pointed her outstretched finger at him.<br><br>“Kill.” Her smooth soprano purred.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 14:03:30</strong>
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				"Ah... finally something to test my strength" With a powerfull blow the bulking Warrior rammed his Axe into the stonefloor. Judging by his pose he got ready to fight that summoned creature hand-to-hand. Either he was bound by honor or driven by madness. The Beast should make short work of him. Metal and Flesh clashed when the Monster charged the expecting Warrior. The sharp claws hit his armored gauntles which were not much smaller than the beast's hands. A struggle begun with seemingly no end. None of the two combatants gave in. With a screaching noise, the tall Knight got shoved back across the stone floor. His armored boot met the head of his axe and stoped his movement.<br><br>"I don't know from which plane you were summoned, creature and I don't care but now you're fighting in my plane" The metallic, shattering voice sounded not a little exhausted. In a quick move he kicked down on the handle of his axe and jumped out of the way. The creature wasn't able to keep it's balance when the ressistance suddendly vanished. It fall and was impaled on the axe. The Knight jumped onto the creatures back and started to shout: "BY THE LAWS OF THE MORTAL REALM, I COMMAND THEE TO DIE !!!"<br><br>With all his weight he jumped down into the beast's neck. The noise of breaking bones thundered through the hall and the beast stoped to struggle. Unsure if it's dead yet, he stood up carefully. He eyed the corpse of the beast a moment before it was embraced by Darkness and sunk back into the black fog it came from. The Victor took a deep breath and turned around to the sorceress. "Is there anything else you want to put up against me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>18-10-2008, 18:57:17</strong>
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				Tabitha's eyes widened as her favorite pet was dispatched with almost ridiculous ease.&nbsp; She eyed the armored warrior with a bit more respect, but she herself was <em>far</em> more dangerous than any of her servants.&nbsp; Countless hours of ceaseless study, of absorbing all the arcane knowledge of the ancients she could lay her hands up as well as her own equally endless training to further hone it's connection to her supple form.<br><br>That training came effortlessly to the fore as she swept her hands before her, blackness swirling around her fingers as she launched it toward the warrior.&nbsp; The spell took shape as it roared across the distance between them, black hounds howling as they bore down on him, seeking to rip and rend his armored flesh.&nbsp; Her follow up spell was already on her lips, dark blue light gathering about her hands now as she watched to see how this new challenge would fare against her spell.
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 14:20:48</strong>
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				The armored form was launched against the nearby wall by the wave of dark energy. A cloud of teeth and claws held him against the wall, aiming to rend his armor. A golden Blastwave shot from his body, turning the assaulting magic into black dust. He shook his head and made a few steps towards the sorceress again. "That's nothing that could hurt a true Paladin's heart!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 23:46:15</strong>
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				Tabitha’s lip curled in distaste as she cast her spell, blue fire arching across the short distance to slam into his broad chest.&nbsp; No wonder the mere sight of him had turned her belly; a paladin, the sworn enemies of dark magic users such as herself.&nbsp; She hated to ruin the upholstery of her chambers but perhaps the arrogant holy warrior’s blood would add a certain . . . . <em>flavor </em>to the thick rugs.<br><br>“Perhaps not,” she answered as she slashed her hand downward, the ground before her splitting and cracking as a wave of force tore itself along it the distance between the two “ But I think if I tear enough of your limbs off, perhaps I might not have to <em>hear </em>you anymore.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 14:51:44</strong>
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				The armored man got thrown back against the wall. Blood spurted from beneath his chest plate. He made quiet a hole in the wall as he stood up again. He ripped off his chestplate and beneath was actually a pumping heart. It was smithed onto his chainmail but now it was beating slower and slower, loosing blood.<br><br>"Awww, now you broke my Paladin heart... It wasn't quiet easy to get it you know. I think you have to pay for it" The sorceress had to regain some concentration after firing two such powerfull spell which bought him some time to take off his armor. Only clothed with the chainmail, sabatons and his Gauntles he slowly walked towards her. "Can't we just leave that be and you surrender?"
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 09:00:26</strong>
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				Tabitha snarled but her mind whirled in confusion.&nbsp; Even a relic as powerful as a Paladin's Heart shouldn't have stopped her spells.&nbsp; And where did an adventurer get such a foul thing?&nbsp; She had only ever heard of the abominations, used to defend assassins against the foul magic of necromancers when their rivals had decreed their destruction.<br><br>Dismissing the thought Tabitha gathered herself once more, concentrating on turning the floor between them into a miring black mass of swirling shadows as she readied her next spell.&nbsp; He wouldn't survive the next blast, no matter what trick he might have up his armored sleeves.<br><br>She laughed, a cold and dark sound "The only surrendering that is going to happen here, my pet, is the surrendering of your pitiful life.&nbsp; Enjoy your last moments, adventurer." she hissed as he entered the field, her hands flashing up to clap before her, casting a solid black wave at him, the hungry negative energy howling towards him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Spoils of Evil (mdazfrench &amp; magnamos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 09:30:54</strong>
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				When Tremenos saw the solid wall of dark energy rushing toward him there was no other chance left. He had to play his ultimate card. In a quick move he ripped off his cape and turned around. Well hidden was a corpse, chained to his back. It was already half decayed but still shaking and quivering in unberable pain. It had an ancient rune carved in it's skull. The rune was reckognized as 'Sinner'. The wave of dark energy was sucked into the cadaver on his back, the chains were ripped and the corpse fall to the ground. It twitched a few times like it was still alive before turning into ashes in a black flame.<br><br>Tremenos took a deep breath and turned around again. There was no sign in his behavior that he just tricked death more by luck than by skill. He was an adventurer after all and luck was the reason he was still alive. He was slowly running out of artifacts and charms to fend off more spells. It was time to take an assault for himself on the incorrigible sorceress. She had skill in magic and while it was against his moral, he had no other chance left.<br><br>He walked up to her in a few long steps and gave her a backhand with his armored gauntlet.
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 09:59:45</strong>
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				Tabitha stood in disbelieving shock as the spell that should have disintegrated his flesh, eating the troublesome adventurer alive, was swallowed up in the foul relic chained to his back.<br><br><em>ANOTHER artifact? -</em> she wondered in disbelief as he strode towards her - <em>How many does he </em>have? -<br><br>The surprise paralyzed her, her eyes still wide as he strode through the miring shadows on the floor as if they were as bothersome as wisps of fog.&nbsp; His backhanded slap caught her on the side of the head, her vision swimming as she stumbled, falling to her knees under the force of the blow.&nbsp; She crouched before him, trying to clear her head, her breasts heaving with her labored breath as she fought the exhaustion of casting so many spells so quickly as well as the stars before her eyes.<br><br>She raised her hands as he stepped forward, crossing her forearms as she whispered the words to a protective spell, a thick shell of magic encasing her slip form as it crackled with a dark blue light.&nbsp; She just needed time, a few seconds to recover.&nbsp; He couldn't have any more defenses, and once she had her breath back she'd tear the flesh from his bones . . . literally.
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 10:46:09</strong>
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				While he had no idea how to cast a spell he learned much about magic in his endless questing. Hundreds of Adventures hardened his body and made him strong and experienced. With pure physical force he started to crush the magical field. The burning sensation of the pure Energy scourging through his hands was painfull though he would probablly stress her concentration even more. He spoke with a stressed voice when he continued to put preassure on the barrier field. "Finally some challenge. I got kinda reckless after all these pity husks but it's time for you to learn that you lost!"<br><br>His words seem to psych him on even more. His body mobilized it's full force and his strength reached a point it could crush an Orc's head with bare hands. The glorious adventurer seemed more and more barbaric with the minute.
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 19:36:14</strong>
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				She grunted in pained anguish as his massive fists slammed down on the globe, spikes of piercing agony lashing through her mind as she fought to maintain the protective shell.&nbsp; It was hard, so very hard in her disoriented state to keep concentrating on it as she fought to prepare her next spell.&nbsp; Nothing fancy, she didn't have the strength for it at the moment.<br><br>And so as the shield began to crack she dropped it, just as his hands rose to strike once more.&nbsp; The surprise move threw the adventurer off balance and she raised both of her hands and spoke a short arcane phrase, her palms glowing with red light as she pressed them to his armored chest.<br><br>"Pain." she hissed the command word as agony spread through his chest, seeking to stop his heart as muscles spasmed under it's tearing influence.
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 10:03:16</strong>
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				The unexpected move sent the hulking Tremenos to his knees. He tried to catch his breath against the cramping flesh that squeezed his lungs. The fight before flushed his brain in Adrenaline. Enough to dictate his heart the beat no matter what magic curses were at work. A low tone groul came from his throat. The sound from his gritting teeth was proof of his pain. Slowly he came back to his feed. His muscles still cramping, he managed to stand straigth again.<br><br>Wearing the sorceress out wasn't his tactic to beginn with. He hoped for a quick and fast surprise attack. They were both close to there ends, he could feel it. Weaker than before but still powerfull enough to knock her off her feet again, he delivered another blow to break her concentration.
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 05:04:41</strong>
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				The adventurer's mailed fist caught her jaw and spinning her again to the ground.&nbsp; She spat blood as she tried to push herself off the ground, her fingers curling in the thick red carpet.&nbsp; How DARE he strike her!&nbsp; It had been so long since she had met one powerful enough to close past her barrages of spells to actually <em>hit</em> her.&nbsp; She'd forgotten the coppery taste of her own blood, the dull ache in her jaw as her world continued to spin.<br><br>Gritting her teeth she snarled at him, black energy gathering about her slowly raising hands as she muttered the words to a final, last ditch spell.&nbsp; It had to hit, because she didn't think she had the strength for another
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 08:55:25</strong>
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				When he saw her channeling energy into her hands again, he ran out of ideas. Whatever she was casting, it would take him down. Without hestiation he started an all out attack. Throwing hisself onto her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her down face first. She looked so fragile, yet she was the toughest fight he had in a long time. Her magic powerfull enough to render every single one of his charms useless. She destroyed almost his whole equipment.<br><br>Usually his mind was drifting and started to imagine the spoils of his quest. A beautfiull princess, a treasure chest, a kingdom... He always knew that these imaginations were the same tales the bards wrote about him. He never got anything valuable in return. This time he was completely concentrated on the fight. He had to be. This tricky bitch managed to get him to a point where his life was actually at risk.
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				Post by: <strong>mdazfrench</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 22:59:18</strong>
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				Tabitha fought back despair as he smacked her hands away, the negative energy blast tearing a gouge in the cieling above them and showering them both with obliterated rock dust.&nbsp; That had been her last spell, her final resivour of mystical energy.&nbsp; She was now as helpless as any other woman as the large adventurer pinned her arms behind her back, her face pressing against the soft carpet as she tasted blood and the bitter taste of defeat.<br><br>She had never carried weapons as several of her less confident 'sister' sorceresses had, and besides, with her costume there wasn't any place to <em>hide</em> them.&nbsp; All at once she was very aware of her vulnerable position, of how the adventurer's armored crotch pressed it's cold metal against the firm, and mostly exposed, cheeks of her ass.&nbsp; Of how his hands painfully pressed her slim wrists up between her shoulder blades, her smooth back arching as her breasts pressed against the thick carpet.<br><br>But she still had one weapon.&nbsp; One that she had used before to great effect against adventurers, a weapon that turned their honor and sense of fair play against them.&nbsp; Looking over her shoulder with a panicked expression that was only partly fake she spoke the words that would disarm him more effectively than any of her spells.<br><br>"Adventurer!" she cried as she went limp in his grasp "I yield!"
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				Post by: <strong>magnamos</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 11:16:02</strong>
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				Tremenos held her down. His grips wasn't even slightly firm. He held her like he mean it. All of a sudden he heared a noise he heared a hundred times before. The desperate sobing of a defeated enemy. He expected her to fight till the end, to put up some more effort but she was the same like everyone else.<br><br>Maybe she wasn't worth all the effort. The Townsfolk said they wanted to see the head fo the evil Necromancer as a proof of the finished Quest. It was against his honor to kill a defenseless woman even if she was an evil sorceress who tried to kill him. They wouldn't believe him anyway. This pathetic creature, squirming beneath him and begging for it's life wouldn't be taken serious anyway.<br><br>Tremenos voice sounded a little exhausted but still glorious. "Thy devious plan was stoped, dark sorceress. Prepare to face the rightfull sentence of law!"
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