by DoughGuy Thu Sep 06, 2012 9:06 am
(I feel I may have miscounted the bridges and named them wrong, sorry for any confusion this may cause)
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Avrik slipped through the crack in the wall and entered the darkness, the entrance to his preferred secret passage. It was longer than some others, but he always had minions and necromancers waiting for him here. He sprinted past them all, sending out fingers of power to rattle the bone badges they wore. Feeling the vibrations they knew the summons and followed. Four of the Ebon hand and a dozen necromancers, Oscar would have trouble with Drake following close behind. But he had to get there first!
He dropped down by the first bridge, the blade of his scythe just scraping through. The 4 ebon hand dropped down behind him, and Avrik smiled when he realised 5 digits of the hand would fight this important battle. The hand was truly here.
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The knights overran the last hastily assembled defence before the bridge. The necromancers had tried desperately to stall them but with Ryan simply running over anything they put up and the divine weapons of the paladins making sure any dead skeletons stayed dead. They exited the central crypt a good minute ahead of the slower bone hand, who had reduced speed to stay as a group. But a welcoming party had already been lain out for them, Avrik smiling gleefully and Oscar’s annoyance.
“It ends here Oscar!” he laughed as the knights slowly approached, “You overextended yourself and made a stupid mistake. Now you’ll die and join us.”
Oscar moved to the front of the knights, drawing his sword and talisman as he did so. A crackling spear of lightning grew in his hand, “Dying is your job Avrik.”
“A sense of humour, I like it.” Avrik turned to his men, “Kill them all.”
He turned back and rapidly twisted sideways, a smirk on his face. The lightning spear flashed past his face, he could feel the heat prickling his skin. Time slowed for him as it went by, this, he thought, is what looming death should feel like. The bolt snapped back into real time and blasted into the head of a necromancer, blood spurting upwards from the burnt remains of its neck.
"Too obvious.” he whispered as straightened up and drew his great scythe. The hand advanced, Avrik at its centre, a skeleton army appeared to their rear as the remaining necromancers pushed their power to the limit.
“Gabranth, Ryan to the front, help me with the hand. Aurea, you take the paladins and hit the skeletons, keep them off our backs.” Oscar yelled out orders quickly, “We’ve got to do this fast. But leave the Crow to me.”
“Yes sir!” the knights called back as they manoeuvred the two forces almost within range. Oscar cast his magic into his blade, the power of sunlight infusing it before he drew his shield.
“You will not stop us Avrik!” Oscar yelled as the 2 forces met. The Knights of Havel and Oscar
smashed into the hand, only their speed saving them. Their lightly armoured bodies would be crushed by one hit from the Knights weapons, but they had to hit first. The paladins swung around the first clash, slamming into a wall of bone and fire as the necromancers added their magic into the equation.
No.....
