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Oriphiel · 01-13-2018, 03:43 PM

Here's another example, Blank:

Mindfulness and I had heard the rumors of The Occulthawk, the shadowed archer that had struck down any travelers foolish enough to venture too close to the Glades of Elphenor. An ageless, sexless being shrouded in formless MicShazam-Scale armor, they had long since carved their way into legend. Yet, it wasn't until the dreaded assassin appeared before our caravan that we truly believed the stories. And by then, it was far too late.

Gliding effortlessly through the treetops, peering at us through the worn bandages across their face, the sound of a bow string snapped out as the OccultHawk stalked us, dodging our barrage of magicks with a flash of amusement in their eyes. In spite of all the hours we had spent training under the masters of Lisnahol, we were little more than deer in the eyes of the hunter.

The first arrow sank heavily into Mindfulness's chest, piercing him precisely between the plates of his armor. "Damn," he muttered breathlessly as he tumbled from his Aloysian mare, the poison on the arrowtip already infecting him through his bloodstream.

As the sound of another arrow being let loose cracked through the forest, I pulled up the strongest ward that I could muster, halting the projectile merely an inch from my face. Though I had never quite been able to create a proper ward back in the temple, it seemed that the heat of true combat had forced the proficiency out of me.

Casting the arrow aside, I fired a bolt of searing light at The OccultHawk. Though at first the light bounced harmlessly off of a treetop near the assassin, causing them to let out a dry and sexless laugh, the bolt soon revealed its true purpose in a blinding explosion, taking hold of the archer's bow and casting it away.

Though effective, the spell had drained me of power. Having lost their main weapon, The OccultHawk looked down at me for a moment, appraising me. I don't doubt that they could have finished me then, simply falling from the treetops with daggers steeled, landing before me and cutting me down with an effort quite routine to such an experienced killer. And yet, they faltered. Perhaps out of caution, fearing my magicks, though I wouldn't presume to be so bold as to say that such a fear was warranted. My mind raced as our eyes locked.

The silence of the lifeless forest was broken by a wet sound, a sort of gurgling, as my comrade struggled in vain to return to his feet, blood flowing freely from his mouth. As I glanced at him, he looked back at me with the eyes of a man who knew that death was not long to become his acquaintance. With bloody teeth, he gave me a weak smile. "They got me," he laughed, as if he could hardly believe his rotten luck. He looked down at the arrow protruding from him, almost in admiration. "Good shot," he said, looking back at me and smiling once more. "Damn good..." He fell back to the ground, his eyes quickly losing their light.

01-13-2018, 03:43 PM	#14 (permalink)
Oriphiel Ask me how! Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: The States Posts: 5,354	Here's another example, Blank: Mindfulness and I had heard the rumors of The Occulthawk, the shadowed archer that had struck down any travelers foolish enough to venture too close to the Glades of Elphenor. An ageless, sexless being shrouded in formless MicShazam-Scale armor, they had long since carved their way into legend. Yet, it wasn't until the dreaded assassin appeared before our caravan that we truly believed the stories. And by then, it was far too late. Gliding effortlessly through the treetops, peering at us through the worn bandages across their face, the sound of a bow string snapped out as the OccultHawk stalked us, dodging our barrage of magicks with a flash of amusement in their eyes. In spite of all the hours we had spent training under the masters of Lisnahol, we were little more than deer in the eyes of the hunter. The first arrow sank heavily into Mindfulness's chest, piercing him precisely between the plates of his armor. "Damn," he muttered breathlessly as he tumbled from his Aloysian mare, the poison on the arrowtip already infecting him through his bloodstream. As the sound of another arrow being let loose cracked through the forest, I pulled up the strongest ward that I could muster, halting the projectile merely an inch from my face. Though I had never quite been able to create a proper ward back in the temple, it seemed that the heat of true combat had forced the proficiency out of me. Casting the arrow aside, I fired a bolt of searing light at The OccultHawk. Though at first the light bounced harmlessly off of a treetop near the assassin, causing them to let out a dry and sexless laugh, the bolt soon revealed its true purpose in a blinding explosion, taking hold of the archer's bow and casting it away. Though effective, the spell had drained me of power. Having lost their main weapon, The OccultHawk looked down at me for a moment, appraising me. I don't doubt that they could have finished me then, simply falling from the treetops with daggers steeled, landing before me and cutting me down with an effort quite routine to such an experienced killer. And yet, they faltered. Perhaps out of caution, fearing my magicks, though I wouldn't presume to be so bold as to say that such a fear was warranted. My mind raced as our eyes locked. The silence of the lifeless forest was broken by a wet sound, a sort of gurgling, as my comrade struggled in vain to return to his feet, blood flowing freely from his mouth. As I glanced at him, he looked back at me with the eyes of a man who knew that death was not long to become his acquaintance. With bloody teeth, he gave me a weak smile. "They got me," he laughed, as if he could hardly believe his rotten luck. He looked down at the arrow protruding from him, almost in admiration. "Good shot," he said, looking back at me and smiling once more. "Damn good..." He fell back to the ground, his eyes quickly losing their light. __________________ ---------------------- \|---Mic's Albums---\| ---------------------- ----------------------------- \|---Deafbox Industries---\| -----------------------------