07-11-2006, 02:55 AM
((This one follows up with unwanted Meeting and its view point is from many people but mostly the Succubus of Raxxar and it holds more history of Raxxar.))
Recast Chances
She moved quickly and as quietly over the blasted ruined terrain getting closer to her goal. She paused and hid in the lee of a stone when a massive Felguard stomped by, she waited till the Felguard moved on before moving. She soon stood at the mighty stone archway of the Dark Portal the chaotic energies swirled and eddied all about her shifting the robe and hooded cloak she wore with there passing. She climbed the steps of the Archway but moved off to the side of the arch and hopped down of the platform to the hardened earth near the base of it. She tried to lean down but she stopped and carefully unshouldered the burden she hand hidden under the cloak.
The Sword was a simple curved blade about four feet in length and seemed to hold no danger save for the careful way she held it with a wrap of enchanted leather which enwrapped the blade near the hilt. She laid the sword down upon the ground and started to look at the various bits of hand-sized rocks nearby. A beetle that was started from its hiding place when she moved its rock roof, the beetle scurried about looking for a new shady spot and then made for the sword and the shade it offered under the blade. When the beetle came within an inch of the blade its stopped moving and just lied still.
She soon found the type of rock she needed and started to use the flat and pointed rock to start digging a long hole near the base of the dark portal. After about twenty minutes she had finished digging the hole and her hands showed the labor it took to win it from this hard dried earth and rock. She discarded the rock and carefully picked up the blade by the enchanted leather wrap, she leaned forward to drop the sword into the hole when she froze as she saw something on the ground before her. She whirled to face whatever was making the shadow at her feet and the massive bulk of a Demonic Felhound gazed down at her its two magic sucking tentacles poised coiled ready to strike. She held the sword before her like a shield and cringed waiting for the Hound to strike her down.
The houndââ¬â¢s Tentacles snapped forward and latched onto the pommel and naked steel of the sword as the felt the magic this sword contained and started to drain the magic from it. The Hounds mouth gaped and its tongue rolled about within as if it tasted something sweet. But then the hound froze and its mouth snapped shut and it gave a mild whine of terror and pain. For the sword now blazed with a purple aura and the blade now drank away the Felhoundââ¬â¢s Magic and life energies. The hound stood immobile as the swords power drained it. The hound skin blackened and cracked and became brittle the tentacles holding the sword broke and dangled from the sword for a second before falling to the ground and breaking into a pile of ash. With a great whumpfh sound the hound fell in upon itself and became a mound of ashes.
She took a moment to control herself again and then placed the sword into the hole and then filled the dirt back into the hole hiding the sword from the world. She patted the dirt down and spent some time removing all trace that something had been buried there before sneaking away.
On a hill overlooking the Dark Portal she paused and looked down at where the sword she hoped would remain hidden forever.
ââ¬ÅI hope the light will accept that as part my price for freedom.ââ¬
Recast Chances
She moved quickly and as quietly over the blasted ruined terrain getting closer to her goal. She paused and hid in the lee of a stone when a massive Felguard stomped by, she waited till the Felguard moved on before moving. She soon stood at the mighty stone archway of the Dark Portal the chaotic energies swirled and eddied all about her shifting the robe and hooded cloak she wore with there passing. She climbed the steps of the Archway but moved off to the side of the arch and hopped down of the platform to the hardened earth near the base of it. She tried to lean down but she stopped and carefully unshouldered the burden she hand hidden under the cloak.
The Sword was a simple curved blade about four feet in length and seemed to hold no danger save for the careful way she held it with a wrap of enchanted leather which enwrapped the blade near the hilt. She laid the sword down upon the ground and started to look at the various bits of hand-sized rocks nearby. A beetle that was started from its hiding place when she moved its rock roof, the beetle scurried about looking for a new shady spot and then made for the sword and the shade it offered under the blade. When the beetle came within an inch of the blade its stopped moving and just lied still.
She soon found the type of rock she needed and started to use the flat and pointed rock to start digging a long hole near the base of the dark portal. After about twenty minutes she had finished digging the hole and her hands showed the labor it took to win it from this hard dried earth and rock. She discarded the rock and carefully picked up the blade by the enchanted leather wrap, she leaned forward to drop the sword into the hole when she froze as she saw something on the ground before her. She whirled to face whatever was making the shadow at her feet and the massive bulk of a Demonic Felhound gazed down at her its two magic sucking tentacles poised coiled ready to strike. She held the sword before her like a shield and cringed waiting for the Hound to strike her down.
The houndââ¬â¢s Tentacles snapped forward and latched onto the pommel and naked steel of the sword as the felt the magic this sword contained and started to drain the magic from it. The Hounds mouth gaped and its tongue rolled about within as if it tasted something sweet. But then the hound froze and its mouth snapped shut and it gave a mild whine of terror and pain. For the sword now blazed with a purple aura and the blade now drank away the Felhoundââ¬â¢s Magic and life energies. The hound stood immobile as the swords power drained it. The hound skin blackened and cracked and became brittle the tentacles holding the sword broke and dangled from the sword for a second before falling to the ground and breaking into a pile of ash. With a great whumpfh sound the hound fell in upon itself and became a mound of ashes.
She took a moment to control herself again and then placed the sword into the hole and then filled the dirt back into the hole hiding the sword from the world. She patted the dirt down and spent some time removing all trace that something had been buried there before sneaking away.
On a hill overlooking the Dark Portal she paused and looked down at where the sword she hoped would remain hidden forever.
ââ¬ÅI hope the light will accept that as part my price for freedom.ââ¬
Undead Tailor/Skinner of Flesh/and Tamer of Demons