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Die Katze der Zeitalter (Marakai)

Started by Wrathwyrm, June 13, 2017, 08:24:34 AM

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Wrathwyrm

Oho...  The darkness, he has become.  It was a brief venture, but that was indeed a stab in the dark.  The fireball went off somewhere and exploded against a tree, creating burning fragments and a falling remainder of said tree.  Since it just rained, it actually might not start burning yet around here...but the day is young.  The dragon-man reappeared and charged towards him, digging a path in the ground with his sword.  Why do people DO that?

"Oh, come on...  You're not even trying!"

I mean, what're you to do if, say, you and your dragging sword were caught up by a sudden burst of earth spikes - essentially weaponized stalagmites - spearing up in your grill and shit?  It'd be just like that bit from Braceheart if Kranath wasn't careful!

Marakai Trin

Kranath didn't need to be careful. He was in his element - battle always made him feel so alive, and he was in his zone. Yet, he was just getting started. Stretching his legs, so to speak.

It'd been awhile since he'd had the opportunity to really cut loose, and he hoped Garlock was up for the challenge.

Suddenly, his form exploded into mist again, reappearing and disappearing multiple times at random places, always reappearing with the same wry smirk in place. However, after a moment it seemed there was only the flashes of black vapor....Kranath didn't seem to be appearing with them.

Now why would that be?

Above, there was another explosion of mist, and he reappeared even as the distraction continued below. He appeared with one arm outstretched, a swirling mass of blackness appearing at his fingertips.

He dropped towards Garlock, that arm pulling back momentarily, only to drive forward upon his landing.

Held in his fist, the cloud of necrotic gas, a conjuration of Kranaths own breath weapon, was driven in a punch towards Garlocks face, a combination of magic and physical strength.

Wrathwyrm

He dissolved into black mist again to avoid getting harmed, probably because putting the breaks on momentum like that was hard to manage without meeting the nasty earthen points protruding towards him.  A wise maneuver, though as he began to - Garlock assumed - flit about hither and thither around him, Garlock's gauntleted hands were raised in preparation for an attempt to blindside, but he was thinking thus...

Oh, he wants to play with teleportation, does he?

The attack came, but not from any of the sides.  Garlock heard sounds above, and looked up to see, but then suddenly he wasn't there anymore!  Kranath transported himself like that in the form of those shadow mist transmigrations, but Garlock Blinked, as in he was there one second and gone the next.  He had to be able to see it - or at least remember it clearly enough - to go where he was going, but it served.  And where Garlock DID go was not far, just five feet to the left of his current position so that he could a fire bolt of lightning at Kranath's landing point...while the other hand was calling down a whirlwind onto the earth spikes, grinding them up so the stone-laden wind event could be brought to bear on the dragon man, as well.

Marakai Trin

Gone was the magus, but here was the wind and storm, carrying earthen daggers of pain and death, and lightning besides. To shadow step again would draw too much on the power of shadow, and to do so may cause him to get stuck in that half-plane he would travel through to do so.

In other words, he was stuck in the midst of the earth laden wind. Time to rely on other abilities for the moment, then.
The lightning, unfortunately, struck home, the stench of ozone clearly present in Kranath's nose. He did what he could to manage the pain, already feeling his body repair the damage. To the magus, it might appear as though his cloud of death dealing stones were surrounding naught but a blur of black and blades. The reality was this:

With inhuman speed, the Dragon withdrew his other two blades, wielding his daikatana in one hand, and both his wakizashi and kodachi in the other, holding them as if they were two oversized claws. And then he began to move, faster than mortal eyes could see, whirling about with those blades and rendering the stones to dust.

Crystalline blades more dense than the most well forged mithril would sunder and crush the stones until there was naught more than wind and sand, a black death dealing blur amidst the hazy cloud.

When the wind abated, Garlock would see Kranath there, his skin momentarily red from the abrasive sand but quickly healing. His longcoat smoldered from the bolt of lightning, a patch of the fabric burnt away from his chest. Those hellish red eyes locked on the magus, and Kranath smiled viciously.

"If you intend to live...stop playing with me."

Wrathwyrm

Even as Kranath was dealing with the lightning, the wind, and the stoning, he could hear the magus laughing at him.  Not simple mad laughter or necessarily presumptious victory laughter.  No, this was genuine amusement.  A bit maniacal in tone, but he was finding this all too funny.  He even laughed when the dragon-man deftly broke all the stones into dust and grit and sand, as this were all just a spectacle for his own entertainment.  Perhaps that, if nothing else, was a good reason for that remark.  Garlock looked around, and said...

"Did you hear that?  He wants me to be serious.  The 'new god' demands a tribute."

He vanished from where he was standing, and reappeared atop the corpse of the dead earth dragon, on its back.

"Some might object."

The black magus stomped his boot on the scaley beast and...it began to emit an unearthly glow.  Garlock could call forth spirits of the dead to attack the living.  If he couldn't get the original owner of this body to come back, any old spirits would do.  This was a possession, you see.  Soon, the earth dragon with a collapsed cranium rose once more and roared its vengeance, before leaping to pounce upon Kranath!

Marakai Trin

"I said stop playing. I've killed that thing once already...what makes you think I can't kill it again? And besides..."

He narrowed his eyes, and grinned viciously.

"I can do that, too."

Kranath laughed, a chilling, evil kind of sound, and sheathed again his two smaller blades, holding only his daikatana. Even as the undead wyrm was flying towards Kranath in a pounce, the Dragon shifted calmly to a two handed grip.

The black crystal blade seemed to burst into flames as black as pitch, with Kranath channeling the pure energies of death.

As the wyrm grew close, Kranath leapt up and forward, the long blade biting through it's mangled head, effectively bisecting it, and the channeled energies dispersing into the corpse.

Kranath landed some distance away, with brackish blood dripping from the tip of his blade. With a deft swipe, he flung the hot droplets across the carpet of wet pine needles.

Meanwhile, behind him, the wyrm had ceases it's attack, it's head cleanly cloven in have until nearly halfway down it's neck. Yet it still moved, the powerful muscles spreading to further split its own flesh, redirecting the two halves of its head to turn and stare at Garlock.

When Kranath turned around, his eyes were black as pitch. "Try again, little mage."

With a grin, he commanded the wyrm to attack, the split  halves of the head both lunging separately to attack Garlock on either side, jaws snapping in his direction.

Wrathwyrm

Oh, so he had necromancy as well, did he?  Fabulous.  You learn something every day.  Sadly, he was currently overriding his spirit-calling with own compulsion of the dead.  From there, they could just be wrestling the same corpse back and forth, and that just gets tedious.  So, when the dead dragon came back for Garlock, he just projected explosive fireballs into both sides and they exploded into bone and scale fragments.

"Why is it that some people object so much to having a little fun?"

He glanced over at Kranath.

"You're the one in need of self-gratification.  I get my kicks another way."

Yes, that would be by tormenting whoever he felt deserved it.

"You think you can't be beaten because you're a big black dragon.  Well, go on, then...  Give us a show of strength.  Show me the difference between you and Headless Jim over here."

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