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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 5, 2004 0:34:28 GMT
*The two Goblins jabberd to each other proudly about haveing felled the Atlantian. But they are quickly silenced when Marcus appers and he is not best pleased.*
"Oh yes that was cleavr wasn't it."
*He remremands the Goblins quiatly.*
"Not only do you disobay orders to wait till the duel is finished, you may have just damaged Lord Fears merchendise, when he said to bring him back un-hamred &you have alerted the other 2 to our presence and the Mire-Trog is yet to arrive here so we are basicaly outclassed should those 2 decide to investigate and find us."
*The 2 Goblins Look awkwadly down at the floor.*
"Just hope that . 1. He's all right & 2 they don't come looking."
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 5, 2004 1:20:07 GMT
[*Even through the pelting rain Skiprazor can not shake the feeling that they are not alone in this part of the woods. He tilts his head in consternation at Leytan's writhing form, though even now he dare not let his guard down. He keeps the point of his dagger levelled at his downed opponent as his flickering eyes dart around the clearing.*]
"What ails you? Has something hit you?!"
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Post by Leytan on Sept 5, 2004 1:25:32 GMT
*Leytan witherd in agony. but managed to lift his head to speak.*
"Something struck me from behind as i tried to stand up again. It smelled like a Goblin."
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Post by Ah Wok on Sept 5, 2004 6:28:13 GMT
*Ah Wok stands up and draws his sword at the place Leytan was struck and jabs a number of times to check if whatever struck Leytan had left or stayed.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 5, 2004 13:05:26 GMT
[*Goblins! Skiprazor's mouth curls into a sneer as the ramifications of Leytan's advice sinks in. Goblins mean The Opposition, and The Opposition means...*] "... Fear." [*The bloodlust comes flooding back unchecked through his veins - the Battle Royale, the potion, the bitter taste of defeat. Suddenly, Skiprazor has an overwhelming desire to inflict more than just a simple wound. But it will not be Leytan who falls...no, it will be every goblin, ogre and other faerie menace who stands in his way, and then when he gets to Fear, he'll finish what he started in that unholiest of contests.*] [*But first, he must deal with the current problem. He sheathes his dagger and, pacing with deliberation to the spot where Leytan lies, offers out his hand to help him up.*] "I think we have company..."
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Post by Leytan on Sept 5, 2004 14:54:35 GMT
*Leytan regarded Skip's hand with suspision. The he regarded his face for a minute. Then he smiled slightly. Not his sinister smile but a one of respect. He accepted Skips help to get to his feet.*
"Thank you Skiprazor. A lesser man would have cut me where I layed. Now then I think we both have an account with a Goblin or Goblins. That must be payed do you not agree?"
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 5, 2004 14:59:22 GMT
"I think we both have an account with a Goblin or Goblins. That must be payed."
*Marcus caught his breath in his throat, his hart missed a beat & a vile curse emited quietly from his mouth at Leytan's words.*
"You stupied Goblins."
*Was all he couls say as he srunk back into the under groth trying despretly to hide himself.*
"Were's that blasted Mire-Trog."
*He thought to him self.*
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Post by Ah Wok on Sept 5, 2004 15:08:35 GMT
'So thewe are mowe then one goblin' thought Ah Wok.
"Be cawreful" said Ah Wok, "Whoever is out thewe has more goblins waiting fowr us"
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 5, 2004 16:53:00 GMT
"Agreed. Such interference is unacceptable. I fear that we may have to postpone our combat 'til another day."
[*Skiprazor wonders why The Opposition has chosen to meddle in this particular matter. Was one of them marked for kidnap, or death? Was one of them to be recruited or silenced in some way? No matter; as long as he draws breath, Fear will never subdue or enslave him - a sentiment he does not doubt Leytan also harbours. His eyes continue to scan the surrounding trees, looking for any signs of disturbance.*]
"What do you suggest we do with these devilspawn?"
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Post by Leytan on Sept 5, 2004 18:30:16 GMT
*Leytan smiled sinisterly.*
"I don't know about you Skiprazor. But I am going to disembowwal every Goblin I find in those bushes. And as for there Master or who ever is in charge of them..............Only a magic spell will be able to identifiy the Body once I'm done with him."
*Leytan readyed his sword.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 8, 2004 19:43:44 GMT
*Marcus is now shakeing with fear.*
"Dragons Blood."
*He curses silently.*
*Marcus Ready'ed his small pistol and a sword he had attached to his belt, but he knew they would do him no good against Ah Wok let alone Leytan & Skiprazor. His only hope was the Mire-Trog.*
*The Mire-Trog it's self was now entering the Ford that lead to the clearing. In 10-15 mins it would arrive.*
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Post by Leytan on Sept 12, 2004 20:39:22 GMT
*Leytan moved towards the bushes and started hacking at them with his sword. Leaves, twigs and branches flew left and right as he cut a swave through the dence florner.*
*Sudernly his blade hit something soft, there was an un-holey smell and a even more un-holey shriek of pain. dark red blood came seeping out of the bush he had hacked in to. It was not human or a forest animal*
*Leytan smiled a vicious sadistic smile, his eyes glinted with triumph and blood lust. He pushed the sword in deeper. The scream got louder then a more sickening sound echoed through the clearing. The sound of breaking bones.*
*The scream became a grugle, then a chokeing noise then silence and a limp dead goblin fell out of the bush. Leytan's sword had gone through his chest, puckcerd a lung and severed his spinal cord. Blood driped from its mouth.*
*Leytan smiles with satisfaction. Then sudernly as if spooked and wanting to escape the fate of its slain college another Goblin broke cover and scuttaled away from Leytan but strait towards were Skiprazor Stood.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 13, 2004 18:22:11 GMT
[*Numb with fear at the grisly demise of his companion, the fleeing goblin barely has time to register his own fate. It never sees Skiprazor's arm whip out to his side, never sees the flash of sharpened steel scything its way through the chill of the clearing, never sees the point of the blade skimming under its scaly jaw. A hideous shriek escapes the goblin's deformed mouth, cut short with a gurgle as Skiprazor's dagger pierces its larynx.*]
[*The faerie creature continues to scream, but no sound is heard. Dark blood seeps from its throat and mouth, spreading with the rainfall. Maintaining his grip on the shaft of his dagger, Skiprazor avoids eye contact with the goblin as it totters, transfixed on the point of the blade, eyeballs bulging in agony. He closes his eyes as the pulsing energy begins to course aknew down his arms to the blade, blackening the ghastly skin and muscle of his victim.*]
[*This is what it was supposed to be about, he thinks to himself. This is what he was created to do. Perhaps of late, his purpose may have altered to accomodate the circumstances surrounding his arrival in Wolfenden, but this moment here, in the unflinching savagery of combat, is where he truly belongs. He is dimly aware of the goblin's frantic convulsions as the blue pulses travel straight down the steel and into the goblin's spine. But nothing can free him from the sense of purpose, of duty, of destiny, that he feels in this moment.*]
[*And then in an instant the feeling leaves him, and he opens his eyes onto the blackening, skewered corpse he now holds. He withdraws his dagger from the goblin's throat, which crumples in a smouldering heap to the forest floor. The stench catches in Skiprazor's nostrils as he wipes his blade on the leaves.*]
[*Looking over at Leytan, Skiprazor can not help but smirk in spite of himself. What they have just done is questionable - barbaric even - but the fact remains that the goblins would have done the same and worse, afforded the chance. And although he does not admit it openly, he has long relished the opportunity to dispatch an enemy with skill and style...*]
"I would imagine that there are more, Leytan. If my reputation has preceded me as yours undoubtedly has, then only a fool would send two lowly goblins up here to subdue us. Their leader may be close."
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Post by Leytan on Sept 14, 2004 13:01:55 GMT
"Indeed Skiprazor."
*Leytan breathed.*
"And I think he is VERY close by."
*Leytan said as he noticed out of the corner of his eye a bush moveing. He turned towards it.*
*Once again Skip saw the liveing Frost apper it seemed to seep from Leytan's being it moved towards the bush slowly and delibretly then when it was with in a few feet of it with the quickness of a cobra attacking it surged forward and engulfed the bush and the old tree behind it.*
*Again the Inhuman cries were heard, this time cries of discomfart rather then those of a dieing Goblin. The frost intensifeid, now it was liveing Ice.*
*A Goblin stumbaled forward out of the bush and keeled over on to the floor. Dead from hypothremia and frost Bite. But a second one could be seen still cling to life in the bush. So the Ice now focused on the old tree behind it and in a few seconds the sound of timber craking was heard Leytan quickly got out the way.*
*The Goblin looked up and tried to run as well, but found his feet had been frozen to the floor. He screamed as the huge tree fell towards him.*
*There was a loud Crash as the tree landed mixed in with the sikening sound of bones breaking. A thick red pool of blood seeped out from under the tree.*
"Timber."
*Leytan said coldley with a sneer.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Sept 14, 2004 13:12:43 GMT
[*Skiprazor shudders as the remnants of the goblin gurgle their last under the treetrunk - a combination of the unnatural cold, and a certain wonderment at the obvious pleasure Leytan takes in his particular line of 'work'. He is certainly not one to get on the wrong side of; a cold-blooded killer in every possible sense.*]
"What is this elemental force you wield, Leytan? It's no mere sorcery, that much is clear..."
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