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The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story
Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 05:46 AM (6,471 Views)
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Before Sindra managed to reach Mercinus, she beheld the scuffle going on near Gerald. Many of the dead creatures were flocking all to one area. She couldn't see past them but watched as Alyre turned into a bird attempting to attack Gerald. Then spying whatever the others were after Alyre took off after it. Gerald launched the weapon he said he 'didn't have', another deception on his part, and nearly killed the elf in the process.

Every one's attention riveted on the other point left Gerald's weapon lying unnoticed, and forgotten on the ground. Even Gerald seemed unconcerned with it at the moment. Thinking of neither consequence, nor injury, she risked fate and flew to the strange spear with the glowing green tip. It felt strange in her hand. Warped, and slippery like soap, difficult to hold onto, but she only gripped it all the harder. Above the melee she called for Mercinus, holding up the prize.

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Spluttering with barely contained fury, Gerald watched as the elf/bird, despite its wings had been mangled by his spear, got up and headed back towards the Forsaken Weapon once again. How could anyone be so persistant that they would continue to move and to keep meddling with his plans, even when his weapon was stained with their blood and he had a small army of servants ready to stop them? What could possibly motivate them to do such a thing? No matter what, it did not matter in the long run, because Gerald knew that his determination was stronger, that his objective was purer and his course was for the sake of good. And no foolish mortals with some warped idea of how the world should be and should not be was going to stop him from achieving his goal!
"Jey!" Gerald yelled while he continued to run after the elf/bird, towrads the Merrano Derrevato, "Jey, protect the Galangdei you're poking! Paint the bird! Paint Galangdei, Jey!"

However, when Gerald heard a triumphant cry nearby, he stopped in his tracks as he noticed the grieving woman from before - holding up his artifact! How dared she even as much as touch that weapon? It was Omni, the greatest invention with mana-infusion and items in the history of crafting! Omni had been Gerald's companion for over a century - he could not let that blasted little sorceress take it from him! Jey could secure the Merrano Derrevato for now, but Gerald needed to retrieve Omni.
"So, your brother failed to have you join him in the grave," Gerald hissed as he approached her, shooting a look at the frozen corpse of her brother that he had reanimated just a few minutes ago. "First you deny my offer of bringing him back, and after I so generously offered my help, you dare to steal from me? You're even more insolent than the elf." He reached out with his right skeletal hand. "Give me Omni... now."
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The Delituro felt almost sorry for the group when Brodin died - he could feel their sorrow clearly hanging in the air. He displayed a not-so-fake sad expression while innerly grinning: the bright side of Brodin's death was that he had one person less to chase him after he would tell Mercinus the truth. Because he couldn't go against Menza's orders (but Saninan could twist his words if he wanted to) - he was, well, immortal, or at least, that's what he seemed like. But why could Mercinus hurt him, then? Maybe Saninan would stand a chance with his special claymore?

Saninan had no clue about who Gerald River was - they had never met before, so he thought that he was just another person who wanted the Merrano Derrevato - not a possible ally, who he actually needed a lot. He had to escape, he had to escape... Soon. How? But what if this guy got the Forsaken Weapon? He was a spy, so he needed to keep an eye Mercinus' group... But wouldn't it be efficient to not to lose sight of Merrano Derrevato? The shapeshifter, the crazy girl and the lich would be interesting to follow - but very suicidal. Indeed, soon, Brodin was 'alive' again, and the dead just... started moving again. In the wrong direction. Saninan had nothing against necromancy, it actually amazed him somehow, but those 'things' were attacking him.

So the young man was thinking while killing Gerald River's reanimated corpses, he didn't even need to concentrate to cut corpses in two - they weren't hard to kill, or at least, not for him. Yet, he wasn't getting careless; that wasn't the last Delituro's style. If he'd die, it wouldn't be by the hand (or paws, for that matter) of a skeleton. How disgraceful. It was very interesting to fight the undead though: you didn't kill hordes of zombies every day. And the skeletons who were warriors in their previous life put up a rather good fight with their rusty swords. Maybe this fight would exhaust the mercenary group even more...? Hopefully. Saninan continued slashing and thwirling his daggers in the background. Somebody had to kill off the more dangerous corpses again, right?
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"I'll be fine, Mercinus. Go, destroy Gerald before we are overrun with unholy dead. I will fight where I am needed."

Mercinus looked at Sindra, and nodded. “ Be careful, Sindra…” He turned around, and started to walk towards the lich, placing his backpack onto the ground. He wasn’t paying attention to Jey, who had Merrano Derrevato in front of her. However, when he saw Alyre changing her form, and flew straight towards the teenager, he noticed the deep blue aura that was coming from the ground. His eyes widened, turning towards his backpack. He cursed as he noticed the hole that was gaping from the bottom. Despite the fact that there was one of their Forsaken Weapons on the ground, the mercenary left the elf to try and obtain it, since she would be able to get it to safety quickly. Instead, he turned towards the lich, and decided to take him down, since the undead were continuing to rise, and attack the group.

“Gerald… Your…” He noticed the spear that he had thrown had managed to hit Alyre on the wing, forcing her to the ground. With no time to think about it, he turned towards Jey, and charged. Even though Alyre had recovered from the attack, and was flying towards her, the mercenary was closer, and slashed through the gathering undead. As the skeletons and zombies fell to Silver Moon, he charged towards the fallen weapon, and lunged forward. To his pleasure, he felt the handle of the blade in his grasp, and rolled away from Jey, knocking down a few of the undead with them. Pleased with the result, he turned, and saw Gerald looking at Sindra, and walked towards the two.

"First you deny my offer of bringing him back, and after I so generously offered my help, you dare to steal from me? You're even more insolent than the elf."

Mercinus was near enough for him to raise his claymore to the lich’s neck. “You lost, Gerald. You are weaponless. Your undead can easily be defeated, and you failed to obtain Merrano Derrevato. If I were you, you better order your undead army to go back to where they came from, and surrender.” The mercenary was pleased. Although the undead was charging towards the trio, they were slightly taken back from the destructive powers that Sindra and the Forsaken Weapons had. His hand was glowing two shades of blue, with Silver Moon giving off an icy-blue, and the battlewand giving off a deep blue. But, unknown to him, another being was coming up from behind him. Fast.

”If you think that you could hide a Forsaken Weapon from me, after the Drægar had been killed by that pathetic dwarf, then you are sadly mistaken.” Before Mercinus could face his new opponent, Lord Sacremento had blasted him with dark magic, which had sent him flying towards the forest. Powerless against the lord’s magic, the mercenary smashed into the side of a tree, his body ripping it into two. Although the full force of the collision would have killed anyone outright, he remained motionless under the fallen tree trunk. Smiling, Sacremento raised his hand, and brought the battlewand to the open hand. With the other hand, he sent magic towards Sindra’s chest. The ball of energy did not smack into her full on, it transformed into a black bubble, which had engulfed the Galactean in one swoop. Smiling, he turned, and walked to Gerald. ”The Dark Ancient was most pleased with the result of you subduing the mercenary, and had one of their Forsaken Weapons within your grasp. He was so pleased in fact, that he ordered me to assist you getting Merrano Derrevato for you.” He dropped the powerful battlewand into the lich’s hand, and ordered the magics to bring Omni to him. The spear obeyed the lord’s wishes, and it flew towards his hand. ”And I guess you’ll be needing your weapon back, Gerald?” Just like he did with the Forsaken Weapon, he reached out his hand, and offered the magical weapon to him.
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What a turn of events! What excitement, what intrigue! What a disaster. Rhindani found it to be a rather bad thing that the lich was now in possession of all the weapons that he coveted. She had no particular fondness for this group of people, but she certainly didn't want them slaughtered by a horde of undead! No one deserved such a fate. Should she help those poor people? That man who was smacked into a tree, or the woman inside the evil bubble? Or the bird that had her wings all battered... though she looked in a better position than the first two.

Deciding that for once subtlety was perhaps a good idea, Rhindani drifted above the trees and dove into the forest canopy, swerving and flapping quickly until she managed to make a landing on a nearby branch. The small dragon crept forward curiously, keeping her eyes on the battle, until she was next to the fallen tree that disguised the mercenary. Was he dead? Rhindani didn't know. Flapping down from her position in the boughs of a nearby tree, the shining drake alighted on the fallen trunk, peering down at the man beneath. To her mild relief he was still breathing, but she didn't know if he would be any help in the coming battle. Prepared to defend the human should any enemy creatures come his way, Rhindani readied her spells.

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Flapping laboriously through the air, Alyre became increasingly aware that her wings were perhaps not as well as she had first thought them to be. The gash on her right pinion was still bleeding, and her strokes were becoming increasingly sluggish. Even if she could reach the forsaken weapon, would she be maneuverable enough to get away with it? Her problems were apparently solved, when Mercinus charged at the weapon and got away with it, causing Alyre to breath a silent sigh of relief. Then a man of extreme power appeared in their midst and hurled the mercenary into a tree with enough force to rip it in half. He retrieved the battlewand and encased Sindra in a bubble of dark energy, leaving her helpless to prevent it when he ordered the green spear she was holding to him as well.

Now Alyre was in a position of extreme peril, for as one of the remaining able-bodied people in the group, she was a prime target for the attacks of the lich and his powerful new found ally. The lich especially seemed to have a grudge against her, for her active role in the attempts against his plot. Alyre cursed mentally, for all she had risked was meaningless now. She was weaponless, armourless, and she didn't have the battlewand. Wheeling frustratedly, the elf shrank down into the more reasonable-sized grey parrot, which would be easier to maneuver with. Winging over the battlefield-turned-disaster zone, Alyre wondered frantically what to do next.
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Amazed, impressed and utterly confused with the sudden appearance of Lord Sacremento himself, Gerald merely watched as he was taken by surprise by the mercenary and had a sword placed at his neck - or rather, at the bone that represented his neck, which really was as useless a threat as if he had placed his blade anywhere else on Gerald, since he could always just put it back on his body, even if it was sliced off. The Lord had displayed an impressive amount of magic power in defeating both Mercinus Greyback and his mourning girlfriend within seconds of having appeared, and spontaneously tipped the scales of the battle in Gerald's favor. And not only that, now Lord Sacremento offered Gerald Omni back - and Merrano Derrevato! A Forsaken Weapon, now actually resting in Gerald's palm! Within that battlewand, the magic energy necessary for bringing back the dead could perhaps be found! The very purpose of Gerald's existence could very well just have been fulfilled by that single act by Sacremento!

After having stared at Merrano Derrevato for several seconds, his eyes burning with greed and his jaws slightly seperated in a triumphant grin, Gerald suddenly jerked his head up and away from the Forsaken Weapon, as he quickly tugged it inside his platemail, actually jamming the wand between some of his ribs to make sure it was secure. Sending Omni a command to become a staff again, which it obeyed as always, Gerald turned his gaze to Sacremento.
"And what do you want in return, now that I am in your debt?" he asked suspiciously, knowing that Sacremento probably would not give away one of the very artifacts that the Dark Ancient was hunting for without having a favor in mind for Gerald to earn it, "I am not of the Ancient's loyal subjects, nor yours, for that matter. Why would you give me Merrano Derrevato when the Dark Ancient seeks the Forsaken Weapons?"
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There. Below. There were many things. Many things going on. Moving. Fighting. The battlewand was just there. He could? Why he would? He didn't really want. Only had a thought. But why would he even think. No use. But why? Then why?
Changer elf. Wanting the opposite. The one who had to. Other task than lich'es. Won't let. Has to not let. No questioning. She did right. Right in the way to want. To want. To do. Those had to be the same thing. Otherwise. Only cease to be. Changes. Called with the power to change. Not spontaneous. But changes nevertheless. He too had changes. Just not now. Now he was a half. Half of two. Between changes. Changes had stopped in the middle. Odd. But because of that. What? A bird to fly. Retrieve. What she wanted. Needed to do. Changing. Growing.
Dragon to fly. To fly. To look. Watch. Do nothing. Need to remember. Remember? Not remember? Remember what happens. Lower. He stayed higher. Not now.

The opposite. Conflict. Lich didn't like. Like what the elf did. Logical. No-one should accept the opposite. Attacked. Changing staff. Flew. To hit the Changer elf? The bird? Bird was still growing. Still changing. To get it? To hide? To carry away? Possibly. Didn't. Was hit. Didn't miss. Was thrown to ground. Pain. Blood. Weak. But to fly. To fill the purpose. She could do it. Still was capable of. No matter what the cost. Has to do. Like him. Like Arechiarnaw. Like he usually did.

The shifter's again-golden eyes were suddenly locked on the staff. On ground. Bloody-ended. Spearlike. Untouched. He could. Could take it. But why. He had had a staff. His own. But no!? He had never had. 284. Never in those years. Not once. But where the thought? Where knowing. Someone's else's? His not his? Could not read thoughts. Black staff. Entirely black. Shiny. Formed of dust. Aura. But not remember. Not recall anything like that? Why the thoughts? Ice. The elf. Not changer. For a second he was again ready to attack, to claim the staff and... Remember? Why was remember repeating itself in his head? Because he didn't. Not remember. Didn't matter. No longer past. He gave a final look to the staff, undefined longing in his eyes, before he turned his eyes away and looked straight through everything, confusion completely taking him over and breaking the line of his jagged remains of thoughts he had regained... Once. No parents. No beginning. For him. That he knew.

Mercenary? Charge? To who? Arech was jolted away from his strange state and was back to normal, as normal he had been for almost three hundred years. That is, normal for him. For his kind. Not for Jey. Towards the wand. Got that. Threatened.
“You lost, Gerald. You are weaponless. Your undead can easily be defeated, and you failed to obtain Merrano Derrevato. If I were you, you better order your undead army to go back to where they came from, and surrender.”
Lost. No losing before fallen. Mistaken. Again. As again as before. When he thought him a lizard. Weaponless... Maybe. But not lost. Lose was to give up. To vane. To nothingness. The crowned lich didn't He was standing. There. No surrender will come. None at all. Surrender was to give up. Want to. Not to do. It was path to Destruction. Self destruction at that. Trying never was. Trying could fail. But as long as there was trying. No losing. Not as long as... He was interrupted. Again. No time to think. Freely.

”If you think that you could hide a Forsaken Weapon from me, after the Drægar had been killed by that pathetic dwarf, then you are sadly mistaken.”
Dwarf? There was no dwarf. Not in the group. May have left. Earlier. Before he arrived. Reached this place. Met the group. Magic. Dark magic. Powerful enough. Killed the mercenary? Crashed him into the tree. Broke it. But killed? Probably. But he couldn't tell. Not for sure. Dark Lord had the wand. And locked away the Ice elf.
”The Dark Ancient was most pleased with the result of you subduing the mercenary, and had one of their Forsaken Weapons within your grasp. He was so pleased in fact, that he ordered me to assist you getting Merrano Derrevato for you.” Lich got it. Got what he wanted. More to do? He has the wand. The staff. Both things. Leaving? Staying? Something more to do? Here. Bird-elf was helpless. The Lord was still there. Not his lord. He had no lords. Just a lord. Titles. Those meant nothing.

Where dragon? There. Near the fallen tree. Arech closed his wings and nearly dropped to ground before reopening those, early enough not to crash down hard and made him land next to the broken tree. The clumsy shape he had didn't get to too high speeds for that maneuver anyway. Alive? Should have been impossible. Was not. Was alive. That meant was not. The Shifter stood there giving a look over the battleground before looking back to the man who had been left under it, and the tiny dragon who appeared to be determined to protect him. Odd. Defend? Why? Maybe wanted. Maybe had to. One had to do everything. Everything that came to one's mind. That was.

The tree seemed heavy enough. Could he lift that? With the form he had. Clumsy in air. Maybe. Strong nevertheless. He could try. Will try. Just to try. Walking even closer he knelt down and while pressing his shoulder hard against the tree trunk, he slid his clawed hand under it an tried to stand up, lifting his end of the trunk high off the ground this way.
It was heavy indeed. Even heavier. Than he had thought. Now he knew. No use of dragging this thing along. Letting out a low hiss he took a step forward and threw the thing away from him, letting it land on ground several feet away from where it had been. He had also lifted the tree off the mercenary as he did so, but that was not what he had intended. He didn't help. Usually. Had never helped. Anyone. Unless he wanted. HE gave the man still on ground a glance, before his eyes fixed in the nothing-seeing state and closed shortly after that.

In another wave of flying dust he took off, blindly. He remembered. Where others were. What was around. He had other senses. He didn't need eyes. Not now. He drifted closer to where the Lord and the others were, and dropped on ground. Walking would have been easier. A lot. He hadn't walked. Didn't count. Matter. The colors on his wings seemed to shift slightly, but that could have been caused by the sun. Hearing the questions. He opened his eyes again. Favor? Why to want? To make something in return? Not loyal. He did what said. He, Arech. But didn't obey. Own will. Wanted to give? Why? Wanted to. That was answer. Want to give to one. Won't give to other.
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There was too much rapid changes for even he, one who could capture the smallest detail, was well past confused. "Wait, wait, wait..." Luman took a few steps back, shaking his head in confusion, trying to figure all of this out. Okay, the battle was in favor of the group, then the leader guy dropped a weapon, the elf lady got it, but then lost it, and then some other guy out of nowhere appeared, basically pwned the leader guy, and gave the lich's weapon, plus the weapon the leader dropped, without much of a thought?
"Kura...I'm getting a rather large headache..." Luman muttered, rubbing his temples with two fingers, eyes closed. There was too much going on, too much change, too much of everything else. Even demons couldn't make changes that fast! "What in the flipping hells is going on!" The dark elf slapped himself in the face. Hard. Growling, he clawed at his head, muttering angerly. "Too much change! What the hell did I jump into?"
Good question. What DID he get himself into? He didn't know what was going on, who everyone was, or why where they fighting over something, he didn't even know? He heaved in a deep breath, his chin in his hand as he looked at the group, glancing over at everyone. If he could...he was going to get his sorry ass out of this mess as fast as he could, unless someone kicks it for him. Luman didn't want to get into this mess, which he stuck in already. He just hopped he wasn't in as deep as he thought he was in...
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Sindra was certain that victory was now within their grasp. Finally it looked as if they might walk away from this skirmish with their lives. Then everything turned in an instant.

Gerald was coming toward her, "So, your brother failed to have you join him in the grave. First you deny my offer of bringing him back, and after I so generously offered my help, you dare to steal from me? You're even more insolent than the elf. Give me Omni... now."

He was hissing at her with that fleshless voice, his eyes boring holes through her. His word was almost a command and the staff took on a life of it's own struggling to release itself from her grip. She held on even harder, praying for the strength to keep it in her possession. Then Mercinus had his blade at Gerald's throat and Sindra thought for a certainty the battle was theirs. Her stance relaxed, and a surge of joy spread through her.

Why is it when everything falls into place there is always something to disrupt it? This time it was Sacremento. He appeared out of nowhere ”If you think that you could hide a Forsaken Weapon from me, after the Drægar had been killed by that pathetic dwarf, then you are sadly mistaken.” Sindra screamed in outrage and fear as Sacremento assaulted her love with a blast of dark magic that left him broken under a tree. She was about to cast the slippery weapon aside in a rush to Mercinus, but she never got the chance. The next blast from Sacremento came toward her. She too expected to fly through the air but was instead encased in a impenetrable dark bubble. In a flash the slippery weapon was torn from her hand.

She could barely see through the dark haze around her, but it appeared the lich had received the weapons they had so desperately tried to wrest from Gerald. In a fit of panic Sindra hacked at the shield with Harrugyo, to no avail. It absorbed the shock almost shattering her arms with the repercussion, even her scream was swallowed whole by the spell. She placed one hand on her belt amulet and the other on the shield. There was more than one way to fight. She called forth the deepest cold known to her. Slowly the shield turned icy blue a solid ball of frozen matter. She appeared trapped inside like some child's snow globe. With one mighty swing of her sword she shattered the glassen sphere into a million tiny shards.

Not even looking at Gerald and Sacremento she fled into the distance where Mercinus had been thrown. The strange creature from earlier had just tossed the tree to the side that had been crushing her love. But he was flying away by the time she arrived. She called out anyway, "Thank you Arechiarnaw." The next moment she was beside Mercinus. They could take no more abuse. She caused a shield of her own to form around them. Sindra's blue aura glowed around her like a sun, forming an impenetrable wall separating them from the world. She poured everything she could into healing Mercinus. When she was spent, she collapsed onto his chest. Pleased to hear the steady beat of his heart, the last of her aura vanished. Left behind was a half-dome of solid ice protecting them from harm.

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Glancing curiously about, Rhindani saw Arechiarnaw's approach and hopped off of the tree so that it could remove the crushing weight from on top of the mercenary. Sitting comfortably by him, the copper dragon watched as Arech flew off and the woman broke out of her confining bubble. She seemed to be on the same side as the mercenary, so Rhindani merely backed slightly away as she approached, sitting a small distance away as she cast a protective dome over the two of them. The small dragon sensed healing magic being used, and shortly after the dome dissappeared, leaving behind a shield of ice between the two humans and the rest of the undead.

Rhidani smiled at the convenience of the shield and sauntered over to the two, who both seemed to be unconscious. Sitting nearly on top of them, the small dragon closed her eyes and began to cast a spell, speaking in the rough, guttural speech of dragons. When her vibrant green orbs opened once more, there appeared to be no change, but Rhindani could feel the difference in her blood. Her illusion magic had concealed their position from the rest of the world. Hidden behind the woman's ice shield, any who came upon them now would find the area behind it to be completely empty.

It wasn't a perfect disguise: the more intelligent creatures that came upon them would think to check the seemingly empty space. But Rhindani's defense plan was not a passive one. No, the drake got to her feet and moved over to the edge of the ice shield so that she could see the enemies as they approached. Prepared at a moments notice were a dozen more spells that would send them chasing in different directions, conjuring fake movements or sounds, and causing their vision to skip over the gleaming shield of ice. All Rhindani needed to do was to choose which one to cast, and when.
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