The Paths of Tragedy - Page 44

May 11, 2008, 8:30 PM

Rene rolled out of the way as the fireball skimmed past his shoulders. He drew his gun and fired several shots at Damien whilst summoning some of his magic into his blade. He slammed his sword to the ground sending a blindingly hot wave of eneregy towards Damien.

"C'mon man! Fight me harder!"

May 11, 2008, 8:46 PM

As Damian managed to dodge the fire with a low roll, a few shots ripped at his robes. Ignoring this he prepared himself for the next attack, he raised his hands into the air and then directed his magical energy at the heat wave. "You think you can beat my magic... With that simple display?" Damian then brought forward his attack. "KNOCKOVER!" A large jet of air then struck the heat wave, blowing it away till it disappeared, then the air wave continued, charging ever closer towards Rene.

"Please, if you are going to fight a mage, think twice before you try magic. It is clear your level of magical power is far from mine. If you want a chance at victory, at least try. If this continues I may go all out as well, and that would be very bad on your part."

Damian then placed his staff on his shoulder, after tapping it twice he then pointed it straight at Rene. "Be careful now, make a wrong move and I may blast you away now."

May 11, 2008, 9:16 PM

Rene felt himself be lifted up as the air wave pummeled into his body. He spun in mid air and landed his feet on a pillar.

"Don't like me magic eh? Aww well." Rene pushed off the pillar and sped towards Damien. "HOW ABOUT THIS!" Rene spun his blade and placed it sideways in front of him. Light blue energy gathered around his entire body "ENJOY THIS!"

May 11, 2008, 9:48 PM

C A I R N

As time passed, Cairn grew restless for his opponent have not yet decided to appear. It seems that he won't come after all, pity...Cairn thought as he continued to await for him. From where he was, Cairn could heard the arousing crowd that cheered for the fighters of the Open Challenge match, which confirmed him that the battle would take some time. Tired of waiting any longer, Cairn decided it was best to go back to the Colosseum. While heading back to the Great Hall, Cairn stumbled, not so coincidently, with a small girl, probably 10 to 12 years old. She was of a thin build, Caucasian, with brownish eyes and yet black hair. She was wearing a white dirty robe, and straw sandals. The girl had a worried expression on her face, and she began to call Cairn. He didn't knew that girl, yet something inside told him he needed to hear her story.

"Please...there's someone who needs your help....come, I'll show you..."

Cairn couldn't tell for sure whether what she was saying was true or false, still he was willing to give her a chance to prove it. As she had instructed, Cairn followed her to an old house not far from the Colosseum, probably built several years ago. The house had concrete walls and a wood ceiling, it had two floors and for the looks of it, it seems it has been abandoned, or at least, it looked like it. Suspicious of the situation, Cairn told the little girl to stay outside while he investigated the house. Before entering, Cairn unsheathed his sword, and then he walked straight to the door, kicking it wide open upon reaching it.
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May 11, 2008, 10:42 PM

((OOC: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Forgive my tardiness, I had a rather busy weekend. I would still like to fight Cairn with Testament some time. Perhaps after the tournament would be a more appropriate time.))

"I told you, I'm not him!" Testament yelled for the seventh time. He was straining to free his cape from the grasp of a rather thick-headed warrior that seemed to have taken a few too many blows to the head. The enourmous bulky man scratched stupidly at his large bald head. "Are you sure you're not my cousin?" "Positive! Now let me go you gorilla, I've got a fight to win!" As Testament began yanking in vain at his cape again, the man smiled widely (and stupidly). "My cousin calls me that all the time. Are you absolutely sure you're not my cousin?" Testament looked quickly around the hall to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately, the dark knight and the clumsy man had found another room, leaving the hall deserted. Confident that no one would believe this moron, he summoned his white wings and spread them to their fullest extent. "Beware!" he said as spookily as he could, "You are restraining the messenger of death! Release me, lest you succumb to my power!" Testament stared in satisfaction as the imbicile nearly wet himself and ran crying from the hall, then he remembered his fight with the knight. He dispelled his wings and rushed from the hall, his cape a little more wrinkled than usual. He ran out onto the field and looked left and right, but no sign of the knight could be seen. After fuming in silence for a few seconds, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I HATE HUMANS!!"

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"Ugh... I hate magic," Wylliam sighed from his seat in the stands as he whatched the Open Challenge. He then remembered that he was the only one of the party still in the stands, at which point his scowl deepened a bit. Though Wylliam told himself (and anyone who would listen) that he hated magic because it was a poor substitute for real strength, the truth was that he hated magic because he was absolutely abysmal at it (one moment at the Apprentice Order stands rather clearly in his mind which involved a poorly casted fire spell and Skaol's surprisingly flammable hair).

May 12, 2008, 9:36 AM

Alumar had eaten the bowl of what was best described as; The mystery substance. And to be an arse with the guards, this time he kept the bowl, with a poor attempt if a slick grin.

Suddenly, the sound rater simmilar to a bashed door, was heard. Alumar did not get his hopes up, after all, he didn't like to get disappointed.
The guard smiled and stated in a completely normal tone of voice, "Do not worry, that is probably Gorgack, and if its not, the person will most likely nor find the secret entrance to the basement." he stated with a grin.
Alumar thought of screaming, but the guard assured "You can scream all you want, the basement is soundproof" with a grin.
Alumar grinned back "Then, how did we hear the door being crushed, eh?". The guard drew breath to say something, but stopped. Obviously Alumar had a point.

Alumar took the chance, he summoned all his remaining strength, since the mystery substance food-like thing, was not something that gave much of it.

"I'm down here, there is a secret enteran*" Alumar shouted at the top of his lungs, but the guard had thrown a rock at his head. Making Alumar slightly in a daze, as a slow stream of blood started running from the left side of his forehead.

May 14, 2008, 5:34 PM

(No problem Professor, I do think as well that is better to postpone our match for after the tournament)

As he plunged himself into the pitch blackness that enshrouded the inside of this old manor, Cairn could not avoid feeling uneasy by the amount of malice present in the air. Nonetheless, he knew he had promised the girl to help her, and Cairn was not willing to break his promise. Sword unsheathed and firmly held by both hands, the old knight immersed himself further in, the visibility grew thinner as he ventured deeper and deeper. Suddenly, a faint echoing voice could be heard from below, it was as if it were calling for aid. Due to the distance, the message could be barely understood; nevertheless, he was able to figure out parts of it.

"Secret... Entrance..."

The words kept echoing all around him, and still Cairn was able to determine the source from where it came. To his left and below! Cairn thought as he fixed his eyes on an odd looking wall. There he saw a painting (grim reaper harvesting the souls of the dead) that was hanging on the wall. A message lied inscribed at the lower left corner of the picture: The path to oblivion lies below.

"Oblivion....Oblivion....Torture...PRISON!"

Cairn thought this was the secret entrance, so he decided to place his sword leaning against a wall and then he approached the painting. Carefully, he removed the painting and placed it leaning against another wall. Then Cairn grasped his sword and held it with both hands. He rose his powerful blade and with a single downward strike he shattered the secret wood door, revealing a hidden passage. A torch was hanging on the wall, so he picked with his left hand as he kept holding his blade tightly with his right hand.

Downstairs he found a grim scene, corpses lied rotting on a few prison cells, but he did not allow this to trouble him. The stench was quite unpleasant, but not to the point of being unbearable. As he went deeper in, Cairn found a single room sealed by an iron door. This was the door he was looking for...

May 14, 2008, 8:25 PM

"You arse" Alumar muttered to the guard. The stone obviously hurt, and the guard grinned in satisfaction.
Alumar listened for a while, but heard nothing. So, there where 4 possible things that had happened.

- The first where that the entrant was one of the guards. If so, his plead was in vain.
- The second, was that the entrant did not hear him, and had left.
- The third, the entrant heard him, but did not find the entrance.
- And the last. He heard him, he found the entrance, and is on the way.

Alumar hoped for the last, but the odds where against him. He leaned his head back against the cold dirty stone wall, and looked to the roof of equal dirtyness.

"I guess I'm in here for a while more. As they wont even let me die" He thought to himself.
Which is true, the last time he tried to starve to death, they strapped him to a table, and used some form of injection, that kept him alive, and burned ad F'ing hell.
So, even if the mystery substance tasted like crap, he preferred that to the other choice.

He so longed for a good glass of whine, and a good meal....

May 14, 2008, 9:09 PM