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The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story
Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 05:46 AM (6,474 Views)
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Mercinus had thought that he had trapped Gerald in something that would have possibly revealed his true identity. His soul had been lifted in the victory that was about to come. However, that small victory turned into a nightmare once the lizard man had said the true answer. "Fire. Winged lizard's. More fire. Ice. Mountain of ice. Continent of it. Yes. Fire. Ice. There are. Two of four. And Water. Saltwater. Lots of it. Endless. Around everywhere. Even us. Thing hidden. Set away." Mercinus was about to speak up, about to reveal the truth, and try to eliminate the possibility of Gerald using their answer as his own. However, he was too late. Just as the mercenary was about to speak, Gerald spoke.

"And Mercinus, the hidden Forsaken Weapon is of water-element, which tells me that it is the battlewand known as Merrano-Derrevato. How could I miss it when its presence screams out to me? Now, are you done delaying the revival of your lover's brother, or will you let me perform my spell with the aid of a Forsaken Weapon?" Mercinus had nowhere to go, and nowhere to exploit the lich, and ruin his chances of holding one of the Forsaken Weapons. Just as he was about to concede defeat, he thought about the words that the lich had said, and thought he could use them against him. Trying hard not to smile, he raised his head, and looked at the lich.

"I guess I should congratulate you on getting the answer correct. However... Did you think that no one would have seen that you have used the lizard man's answer, and would have gotten away with it? And with the consideration of your words, you knew that the weapon was the battlewand, when it could have been the axe, Rhundi-flanze. This has confirmed that, not only that you were lying to us from the start, but that you have been following us from the very beginning. So... You will not be getting one of our Forsaken Weapons, and use it against us." Once he had exposed the lich for what he was, he gently lowered the teenager's arm, and started to walk towards Gerald, Silver Moon shining out through the gloom of the clearing.
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"Quiet, Arech," Gerald said, as if to try to command him. He didn't care. If he has to say something. Then he says. No matter what the others tell. Want. Had to. No matter the cost. He has will. He does what he wants. Everything he wants. He has to.
The lich repeated his words. Asked his question again. He didn't look at the mercenary. He only needed to hear. Hear his words.

His body started to grow ridge on his back. He didn't notice that. Usually, it was a minor change. Technically he no longer physically was a Dustrunner. Just something alike. Very alike.

"I guess I should congratulate you on getting the answer correct. However... Did you think that no one would have seen that you have used the lizard man's answer, and would have gotten away with it? And with the consideration of your words, you knew that the weapon was the battlewand, when it could have been the axe, Rhundi-flanze. This has confirmed that, not only that you were lying to us from the start, but that you have been following us from the very beginning. So... You will not be getting one of our Forsaken Weapons, and use it against us."
"Lizard man?!" Arech showed a some kind of true emotion besides cofusion for the very first time. It appeared to be surprise. "I am Arechiarnaw. Arechiar. Arech. The changer. The shifter. Shapeshifter. Can say... Lizard man. No. Never. Have never been. Ever. Only Look. Look like. The changes. Change shape. Not be. Not be Dustrunner. Not know. Desert. Run-fast. Know no more. Not be one. Arech. Not Serahhr. Arech. Arechiarnaw."
Arech now indeed looked at the mercenary. "Crowned lich. No kill. Undead. Immortal. Can't."

Scales grew longer and harder, the new parts growing in being golden, not blood-red. That left him rather colorful.

"The Sixteen... Hidden. Saltwater. Lost. Eradication. Not saltwater. Too much water. Water to destroy... I know." How did he know? He sensed things nearby. Sensed the essence. But not what like. Not names. No signs of names. Just be. Just what was. He remembered... But didn't remember from where he remembered. Somewhere. His memory was gapless. He had lived a lot. 284 years. To be precise. He remembered. Everything. Every single bit. From it. His life. But no... It was not his life. Before. He had his life. Life before life? Afterlife? What was Arech? He was the changer. He was never born. Not born. Started existing. Wanted to. Wanted. Because he wanted. Wanted to be. Desired it. Needed it. Not A Something. Not to be A Something. A Something. Worst possible of all. No pain. N o pain was worse. A Something. Being it. That was. He knew. He... Remembered? No afterlife. Only A something. Worse than Nothing. Death in death. What was before? No A Something before. Not usually. He was?
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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"Shut up. Shut up. Too much talking -- talktalktalk -- my ears- head- hurt --" In a flash, Jey stooped and Galangdei did not trail in the dirt against her no it did not trail behind her gleaming prettily in the sun but instead it - it-

The metallic clash that rang out was pretty, so pretty, pretty to her ears and Galangdei was out, Jey was cheerful and she giggled when Galangdei clashed with Merc-mersomething's Galangdei. Dancing a few steps back, she held Galangdei like Meryc liked to hold Galangdei, because Meryc knew how to use Galangdei properly; she held Galangdei in both hands, pointed before her, a cheerful smile on her face because she was cheerful and Galangdei sounded so so so pretty against Merc-mersomething's Galangdei.

"Exposed the lich? The lich is exposed already~! No skin~! No skin, just bones - exposed already, silly Merc-mercsomething, you can't expose what's already exposed - what Arech said, Arech is my friend, my very friendy friendly friend -- Arech is right, can't kill a lich, can't expose - cause he's already exposed, already almostdead -- andnandand why would you want to kill him when he has such pretty eyes- almost as pretty as mine -" she took a hand off the blade to tap her temple, indicating the one-silver, one-purple eyes before swinging Galangdei up diagonally across her chest-- she didn't need to use both hands, Meryc was just silly -

"Can't paint GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld. Can't paint. Play with me instead? Please?" Her question- request - was plaintive, forlorn. "Please? Pretty please? Jey'll be good, I promise. Play with me~!"

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"This is a mess..." The dark elf said softly from behind Alyre. And she couldn't disagree, really. Mercinus had confronted the dangerous-looking lich and accused him of following him... which he probably had been. But it had set of an explosion of problems, as the teen aged human and reptilian shifter in the lich's company seemed extremely protective of him. Now the girl, who, Alyre thought, seemed quite mad, was dancing merrily in front of Mercinus and apparently challenging him to a fight. This would not have worried the small elf ordinarily, for the girl seemed to have no discipline whatsoever when wielding her weapon, but she knew better. That lick wanted the forsaken weapons, and the girl was in the possession of one of them. He would not have left her with it unless she was too strong for him to defeat.

"Indeed," Alyre responded idly. The dark elf wasn't making any moves to make trouble... and now was the time if he was going to do it. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, the slim elf decided that she could at least be civil since the other was behaving so reasonably. "This is all going to hell. In fact, I don't think you'll be able to talk for Mercinus for a while yet, because it seems that we are about to become engaged in a bit of a fight. You needn't provide support if you don't want to, but I would appreciate it if you at least refrained from stabbing us in the back once the battle starts."

As she spoke, Alyre subtly pulled a small dagger out of her boot, eying the shifty lich speculatively. Would it hurt him if she threw this at his eye? She decided that the shape-changer was a better bet, as it had more flesh to pierce. Sindra could take the lich if it came to that. The small woman flipped her dagger idly in her hand, keeping a sharp eye on the shifting shape-changer. It would be a fine thing for it to lose its eyes just as she flung the dagger, now wouldn't it?
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Blasted! Gerald had been so focused on knowing that it had been the battlewand because he had seen it back at the cave that he entirely forgot that there was a second Forsaken Weapon that was water-augmented, and now Mercinus seemed determined that Gerald really was a threat and motioned towards him with destinct hostility in his every move and a Forsaken Weapon in hand. Under normal circumstances, Gerald would have turned and fled for his life when put in such a situation, despite the fact that Jey/Meryc seemed to want to protect Gerald - because of his eyes, of all things - and that he thought that Arech might or might not help defend him as well. Those two would usually just have provided a delay for Gerald's opponents while he got over the horizon a couple of times. But now, Gerald noticed that the man with the annoyingly familiar name was injured, weakening him and making one of the three Forsaken Weapons they wielded less of a threat. And the woman who was the sister of the deceased was engulfed with sorrow, so perhaps her performance would be worse than its optimal anyways? That would render two of the three Forsaken Weapons in their possession of minimal threat, and the last one was stowed away in a backpack. This was the best chance Gerald would ever get to get those three Forsaken Weapons!

"Then we're doing it the hard way..." he hissed, and he really hoped that the Dark Ancient was looking right now and knew what Gerald would go through to get the Forsaken Weapons. Not because Gerald was loyal to it - Gerald's loyalty lied with his family and himself, and no-one else - but because the seer had claimed that only the Dark Ancient could gather all the sixteen Forsaken Weapons, and thereby Gerald needed the Dark Ancient if he was to harness the power of all of them.
Raising his hands, a light-blue aura started to form around them, licking up and down his bones like cold flames, as he conjured up as much mana as he could muster and concentrated it in his hands. He felt the air electrify with magical energy, and once he felt that he had gathered enough energy, he worked on molding it to his purpose, and in seconds, the mana surrounding his hands first turned into a darker blue, the color spreading out from his fingers and reaching to the edges of the mana-surge, and then it turned completely black. He nodded to himself, acknowledging that he had now corrupted it entirely.
With a violent gesture with both of his hands, and muttering an arcane spell, Gerald spread out the nercomantic energy to the entire area around them, and before their eyes, the dead from the battle before - including the mourning woman's brother - stood up again, despite their mutilated bodies and empty, dead eyes. Not only that, but with a low rumble, the ground even cracked open a few places, and rotting corpses of woodland animals and decayed skeletons of perished soldiers from a forgotten age were reanimated as well. They all just stood there at first, limp, blind and mindless like puppets - which was all they really were - and awaited Gerald's command.

"That's right, Jey, it's time to paint," Gerald muttered, moving a couple of steps backwards to get out of the immediate danger-zone, "It's rather sad, really... I actually would have given you the Forsaken Weapon back if you had let me try to revive that guy." He nodded towards the zombie-brother of the mourning woman. "You would have gotten your companion back and I would have walked away, but you just had to get suspicious of me. A pity... But I can still just ply the Forsaken Weapons from your cold, dead hands! But on the bright side - you will be reunited with your dead companion either way!" He turned towards his small army of undead. "Kill them all. Take no prisoners."
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From the moment Mercinus exposed Gerald everything seemed to go rapidly down hill. All three of them were each as odd as the other. Sindra had gone icy cold as the girl with the sword hugged her. She was not the type to embrace strangers or even friends. Mercinus and her fallen brother were the only ones to share affection with her. She had wanted to jump away from the girl. Then the lizard like creature began to change form before her eyes and in a strange pattern of words claim that Gerald could not be killed. Then he began spouting all manner of nonsense about the swords and death. Sensing something was about to happen Sindra began chanting low beneath her breath, calling forth her magic.

The girl began behaving strangely as well. Slapping her sword against Mercinus' as if it was some sort of game. She too claimed they could not kill Gerald. He was already dead. Sindra's eyes flew to the animated puppet of bones. "Then we're doing it the hard way..." He too was gathering the magic essence of the things around him. Sindra was unprepared for the power that was now available to her. The radiant glow gathering around her was intense. Thin tendrils of electric current flowed out from her extremities. Everything had been split between her and Brodin, but when he died it had all come to her. She had no idea what would happen when she spoke the words of power. But speak them she must, there was no avoiding a fight here. She had not expected the dead to rise from the ground and she shrieked at what seemed an obscenity to the very nature of things. Her widened eyes flew to Gerald as he spoke.

"It's rather sad, really... I actually would have given you the Forsaken Weapon back if you had let me try to revive that guy." He nodded towards the zombie-brother of the mourning woman. "You would have gotten your companion back and I would have walked away, but you just had to get suspicious of me. A pity... But I can still just ply the Forsaken Weapons from your cold, dead hands! But on the bright side - you will be reunited with your dead companion either way!"

Brodin felt the life flow back into him, the sensation on his tongue of healing elixir. As it flowed down his throat, his earlier wounds healed. He turned to Gerald a quizzical look on his face. He knew who he was, he knew who his sister was, he knew Mercinus Greyback. Then Gerald spoke, "Kill them all. Take no prisoners." And Brodin obeyed. His body and mind lived, but his soul was no longer his own. Perhaps if he got his sword back...yes. Then everything would be right again. "Sindra, you have something that belongs to me." He raised his sword and hacked at his only sibling.

Even as her brother arose, she saw there was something different about him than the others. His eyes weren't completely dead. "Brodin? It's me Sindra..." but his sword came slicing toward her. She flung her blade in defense. This was a living nightmare. How could she fight her own brother? How could she not fight him? "Brodin, I am your sister...please stop." Again she parried his thrust. There seemed to be a light of recognition in his eyes.

"Yes," his voice sounded dead and flat. "You are Sindra. You have my sword and my power. I will have it back." He approached more vigorously, his attack relentless, he drove her backward with each blow.

"Enough!" she cried. "Venendum Chredosus!" She slashed with her sword at the same moment the blast of ice and air assaulted the enemy. The penetrating cold and repercussion was of forceful magnitude. Her brother and any near her were hurled through the air. Bolts of light streamed from her creating smouldering piles of ash where ever they struck the enemy.

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Jey fights? Paining she called it. Red. Blood. Paint?
"...Arech is right, can't kill a lich, can't expose - cause he's already exposed, already almostdead -- andnandand why would you want to kill him when he has such pretty eyes- almost as pretty as mine -"
Eyes? His changed color. Every few time those did. He barely noticed. Barely noticed it. No reflection. No mirror. No see. Jey. Purple and silver. His red. Bright red. At the moment. Can't kill. True. That was what he had said. Impossible. A game... Could be. Then possible to play? When took things as a game? Might be.

"Then we're doing it the hard way..." the lich hissed. He turned his head. To see. Had to see. Mana? He called it that. Aura. Magic. Power to change. Blue. Black. Necromancy. A spell. He knew that. The spell. From before? Before what? To arise. But not bring back. Not awaken. Still A Something. A Something with body... But controlled. No self-consciousness. None at all. No will. No will of its own. At all. Can return... When want to. Mostly impossible. Too long. Far too long. Lost. No regaining. Not know how to. A few did? A Something. Worst possible. It was. He knew.

"It's rather sad, really... I actually would have given you the Forsaken Weapon back if you had let me try to revive that guy. You would have gotten your companion back and I would have walked away, but you just had to get suspicious of me. A pity... But I can still just ply the Forsaken Weapons from your cold, dead hands! But on the bright side - you will be reunited with your dead companion either way!"
Wanting not doing? Too had a cost. Indeed. And cost was worse. Worse than it would have been. Doing? Yes. It was. Doing sometimes had a cost. But not doing. Not wanting. Not doing what one wanted to. Had cost. Too had a cost. And that cost was worse. A lot worse. The lich wanted... Things. Didn't get those. Wanted a few. The others didn't give. Despite wanting. To give. To reclaim. Would get back. No more... Reason. Didn't accept. Doubt.
"Reunited? No. Alone. Completely alone. Less than Nothing. A Something. That will be. A Something. Nothing more. Alone. No body. No name. No will. No I."

"Kill them all. Take no prisoners."
They obeyed. No will. Body. A something. But no will. No will of their own. Have to obey. Arech never obeyed. He had will. He needed to have will. Not to be? A Something? Yes. Fake beliefs.
Trying to persuade... Failing. Not remembering. Partially remembering? Remembering but no will? Magic. Didn't kill the half-A Something. Just blew off... So couldn't kill. Light killed. Should not be close. Not too close. Not to become A Something. Again. Normally weren't. But he? Didn't matter. Not now. Arech. Only he mattered. Right now. For him. He stood. Stood there.
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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"Blast it!" Alyre cursed. The lich had gone on the offensive, causing a surge of mana that resulted in the reanimation of every corpse in the near vicinity. He had to be stopped now, before the bodies he controlled started to move. "Here we go again," she muttered, and shot a glance at the reptilian shifter. If merely stood, passive as the lich made his attack, not seeming to have any inclination to fight on the behalf of either side. Alyre hoped that the creature stayed neutral, because it would be hard enough to stop the lich's advances without the interference of another opponent.

She searched the back of her mind for anything she knew about liches. She knew they were undead mages, and they returned from death by putting their soul in some sort of physical object. From there they could transfer their soul to any nearby body. So, in order to kill the lich, she needed to destroy his soul-catcher, as it were. But the elf didn't know where that was, and so thought that is was a pretty safe bet to go for option number two: she would merely hack him into so many pieces that he would never be able to use that body again.

Alyre fixed her eyes on the skeleton's rotted form and hurled her dagger straight towards the lich's face, hoping that it would break his concentration... and his face. Whipping her swords from their resting places at her sides, Alyre stalked forward, intent on reaching the undead mage before any of his minions could reach and defend him. If she gave him any time at all, they would all be at his side, effectively preventing anyone from attacking him. The elf only hoped that she would be able to stop him before that happened.
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Mercinus had heard what the being, who called themselves Arech had said, and understood what he had said instantly. "I am Arechiarnaw. Arechiar. Arech. The changer. The shifter. Shapeshifter. Can say... Lizard man. No. Never. Have never been. Ever. Only Look. Look like. The changes. Change shape. Not be. Not be Dustrunner. Not know. Desert. Run-fast. Know no more. Not be one. Arech. Not Serahhr. Arech. Arechiarnaw." The mercenary realized that he had made a mistake, addressing another being with something that it was not. He also got a true glimpse of Arechiarnaw was, when the shape shifter's scales started to grow. Although he had seen something similar in various places of Terrubane, under different potions and vile concoctions, a being was changing in front of him using their own mind. Knowing that he was wrong, he slightly bowed towards the changer.

"Then I must apologize, Arechiarnaw the Changer. I was a bit rash with my mind, and not had a chance to know you a little better. I..." However, he heard a familiar sound of metal being whipped towards his direction, and made him go into defensive mode instantly. Silver Moon's icy-blue edge clashed against the leaf-green edge of Galangdei, creating a powerful sound of grating metal. Although his shoulder was fully healed from the stab wound that Brodin had inflicted MZ, it was absolutely sore from the wound's mere existance. To Mercinus' surprise, the friendly teenager that had embraced him and Sindra was ready for battle, her Forsaken Weapon pointing in front of her, and the tip aimed at the mercenary's direction. Although he did not want to fight the seemingly-sweet girl that had felt the sorrow that was inside the two lovers, what she had said next made him cautious.

"Exposed the lich? The lich is exposed already~! No skin~! No skin, just bones - exposed already, silly Merc-mercsomething, you can't expose what's already exposed - what Arech said, Arech is my friend, my very friendy friendly friend -- Arech is right, can't kill a lich, can't expose - cause he's already exposed, already almostdead -- andnandand why would you want to kill him when he has such pretty eyes- almost as pretty as mine -" She pointed towards the corner of her head. Mercinus noticed Jey's eyes for the first time, and saw that they were two different colours. One of her eyes was the same silver as Menza's eyes, and another was purple. She brought Galangdei up in front of her. "Can't paint GeraldRiver-whowantstheworld. Can't paint. Play with me instead? Please? Please? Pretty please? Jey'll be good, I promise. Play with me~!"

Before Mercinus had a chance to draw his sword to accept her challenge, he heard Gerald roaring out to him. "Then we're doing it the hard way..." The lich had brought his hand up, and mana started to form around it, change it from blue to pitch black. Even if he wasn't a magical being, the mercenary could feel the power that was inside that area of magic. Again, it had confirmed his suspicions that he didn't need the Forsaken Weapons for power, since the lich was capable enough of drawing massive amounts of energy himself. Once he was ready, the lich sent the magic to all of the dead soldiers that were scattered across the battlefield, including Brodin. A few seconds later, the dead bodies started to rise, as if they woke up from a huge slumber. Mercinus had to keep on his feet, since the ground shook, and cracked open from the massive amounts of energy that was within it. All of the undead creatures, most of them being dead longer than the battle that had occurred before them, started to rise as well. Each individual had stared at the small group, and were motionless. As if they were waiting for something.

That's right, Jey, it's time to paint. It's rather sad, really... I actually would have given you the Forsaken Weapon back if you had let me try to revive that guy. You would have gotten your companion back and I would have walked away, but you just had to get suspicious of me. A pity... But I can still just ply the Forsaken Weapons from your cold, dead hands! But on the bright side - you will be reunited with your dead companion either way!" Mercinus gritted his teeth, wanting to destroy the lich. Not only did he threaten the entire group that he was in charge of, but he had called Brodin something else, as if he didn't care about him at all. The lich thought that he was another being that he could just use as a mindless slave. The lich turned to his undead horde, and uttered the command that the mercenary did not want to hear. "Kill them all. Take no prisoners." As the command was released to the entire army, the undead began to lurch forward, aiming at the small group of warriors.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Gerald River. I have fought hundreds of Werepyres, and defeated all of those who challenged me. One undead army is not going to affect that difference at all." In one, fluent movement, he brought Silver Moon up, and hacked down onto several undead soldiers, taking down several of them down with the icy-blue blade. "I am Mercinus Greyback, mercenary of the Beacon of Hope, and Champion of the Destruction, and I accept your challenge, Gerald River." Determination had filled his eyes. There was no vengeance, nor was there anger within them. But determination. The same determination that had seen victory on the day of the Destruction. The day that nearly killed him. The day that would have changed his life. Forever. He had seen Sindra blasting several undead in a cone of ice, shattering most of the nightmarish creatures where they stood. He knew that she was able to fight, and would call out to him if she needed assistance. For now, there was only Gerald in his sights. He needed to defeat the lich in order to stop the undead's advance. However, the teenager that had challenged him in the first place was there. If he attacked the lich now, then he would be injured, maybe killed, by Jey. He needed to incapacitate her, then start his attack against the necromancer himself. He turned towards her, and raised his sword. "If you want to play... Then feel free. But I can promise you this... I am not easy to be beaten." He lowered Silver Moon's tip to the ground, holding the mighty claymore with one hand, and raised an arm. And he signaled Jey to come and attack him.
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A fight? Already? Luman heaved a sigh. It seemed that fights happened quite fequently around this group, it seemed. But now the lich was all out ready to kill them all? The dark elf growled quietly, and he could feel Kura heating up slowly inside his pocket. The stone didn't like this at all either.
He saw the elf going in after the lich, and for a moment thought not to do anything at all.
Then, he let his telekenisis go wild. The power wrapped around the lich like an invisible rope, binding the undead so it couldn't move to block that attack the elf female was going to do. He couldn't, however, stop him from casting spells. Or...could he? Luman never really tried that, but he didn't want to. He had bad experiences trying new things out with his powers.
His eyes flickered to the other fighting around him, his mind consentrating on keeping the lich from moving, so nothing actually comprehended inside of his head, he was jsut looking. his focus returned quickly to the lich though, and gritted his teeth as his telekinetic bound tightened around the undead necromancer. But then he decided not to let the elf stab him, and moved the lich a bit back, so the elf would miss. He didn't know why, he just felt like it. Or maybe it was because he wanted someone other than her to kill him. Or maybe...you couldn't kill him...because he was already dead? His mind came up with many ideas of why he moved the lich with his telekenisis back a bit, but he was thinking of...throwing him? Hmm....that sounded quite fun...throwing a lich up into the trees above. Nah...that'll just piss him off even more.
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