Phantom of the North
Chapter 5 All Alone
(This battle scene is taken straight from the actual battle in the D&D game)
The beast came on, sharp wrist blades aiming for Bryon's heart. The thing's thunderous three-toed feet made deep impressions in the earth, and its back spikes tore holes in the ceiling.
Bryon cursed, and dove left, only to find table. He hit hard, and transferred into a roll, over the table. His feet met solid ground ,and his eyes saw only the beast, as it still came on. Drekas was behind it, his axe and hammer raised over it.
The twin weapons plunged into it, dealing both blunt and blade damage. Blood leaked from open wounds. A blood-curdling scream of rage emitted from the attacking demon. It spun, its tail flying by Bryon's head, the wind blowing his hair back. Twin piercing blades lashed out at Drekas's exposed flank. They bit into his armor, and tore a piece of him free.
Drekas grunted, but he was in a barbarian rage now. Adrenaline, and sheer force of will would keep this half-orc going for the duration of this battle. And then, he would either die, or collapse in fatigue. Bryon wasn't that lucky.
Bryon got on top of the table, his head touching the torn roof, and his muddy boots staining the maps. Oh well, he thought, as his blade came back for a thrust. The Demon turned, glaring straight at the end of a long, steel blade. Bryon knew he had little time. He counted the seconds in his head, and watched his foe, with care.
One; Bryon cocked his arm back, ready to deal the death blow. The spikes in his opponent's back shrunk, with a strange Shloomp! sound.
Two; Bryon watched for a second, choosing his move. The demon hunched over so far that its back was facing Bryon. The ranger's eyes went wide. Son of a -
No time to strike. Three; Bryon cart wheeled from the table, nearly dropping his sword in sudden retreat. The blades on the demon's back launched out, straight for Bryon.
The blades came on, several missing legs, arms, and other limbs by inches. The missed shots punctured the table, leaving sharp points upward. One blade hit Bryon square in the thigh, and another in his side. Bryon didn't have the training or skill Drekas had to absorb or ignore pain. The injury sent a burning flare up his side and down his leg. The ranger collapsed, unable to hold himself up.
Drekas attacked again, unyielding to his own injuries. His hammer hit hard against the creature's armored hide, and his axe pierced the demon's side. Wailing in pain, the demon spun, and caught an arrow in the chest.
There was Kevin, at the corner of the room, a longbow at his side, and another arrow at the ready. The steel tip gleamed and Kevin's mud stained armor seemed perfect, without scratch or crack. He seemed perfect. and lethal.
"Back to the pits that spawned you!" Kevin said, and launched the arrow flew. It's metal tip cut the air, and the shaft came on straight and true. Kevin's shot was good, very good, Bryon had to admit. He had to be a ranger to shoot that well.
The arrow hit the demon in the head. It fell back, collapsing on the table Bryon had been on only moments before. The spikes, the missed shots from the creature's strange attack. They waited as the demon fell. The blades pierced the demon in critical spots, dealing lethal damage.
The creature convulsed for a moment, then was still. Kevin looked at Drekas, then to a bleeding Bryon. The Ranger's tan shirt was stained copper at the waist with blood. Kevin's face was emotionless, "Your welcome."
* * *
Tamilis glared around her room, the resting chambers of the Presidential family. A golden-embroidered comforter, woven by the finest weavers in Terevas lay on her bed, and the bamboo wood flooring felt smooth on her feet. The air seemed so cool, and the scents of the roses above her bed filled the room with a sweet fragrance.
Tamilis closed her eyes, breathing in the saccharine aroma. When she opened her eyes. the flowers' petals were on her bed, the petals and the flower both blackened, and crusted. The room was empty of the smell, and something else had taken it's place. something.strange.
"Hello, my dear," a voice in her head! A face, suddenly burned itself in her vision, not disappearing, even when she closed her eyes. A man's face. laughing.
The president opened her mouth to yell for the guards, but when no sound came from her lips, she knew. really KNEW. that she was and would be all alone.
Chapter 5 All Alone
(This battle scene is taken straight from the actual battle in the D&D game)
The beast came on, sharp wrist blades aiming for Bryon's heart. The thing's thunderous three-toed feet made deep impressions in the earth, and its back spikes tore holes in the ceiling.
Bryon cursed, and dove left, only to find table. He hit hard, and transferred into a roll, over the table. His feet met solid ground ,and his eyes saw only the beast, as it still came on. Drekas was behind it, his axe and hammer raised over it.
The twin weapons plunged into it, dealing both blunt and blade damage. Blood leaked from open wounds. A blood-curdling scream of rage emitted from the attacking demon. It spun, its tail flying by Bryon's head, the wind blowing his hair back. Twin piercing blades lashed out at Drekas's exposed flank. They bit into his armor, and tore a piece of him free.
Drekas grunted, but he was in a barbarian rage now. Adrenaline, and sheer force of will would keep this half-orc going for the duration of this battle. And then, he would either die, or collapse in fatigue. Bryon wasn't that lucky.
Bryon got on top of the table, his head touching the torn roof, and his muddy boots staining the maps. Oh well, he thought, as his blade came back for a thrust. The Demon turned, glaring straight at the end of a long, steel blade. Bryon knew he had little time. He counted the seconds in his head, and watched his foe, with care.
One; Bryon cocked his arm back, ready to deal the death blow. The spikes in his opponent's back shrunk, with a strange Shloomp! sound.
Two; Bryon watched for a second, choosing his move. The demon hunched over so far that its back was facing Bryon. The ranger's eyes went wide. Son of a -
No time to strike. Three; Bryon cart wheeled from the table, nearly dropping his sword in sudden retreat. The blades on the demon's back launched out, straight for Bryon.
The blades came on, several missing legs, arms, and other limbs by inches. The missed shots punctured the table, leaving sharp points upward. One blade hit Bryon square in the thigh, and another in his side. Bryon didn't have the training or skill Drekas had to absorb or ignore pain. The injury sent a burning flare up his side and down his leg. The ranger collapsed, unable to hold himself up.
Drekas attacked again, unyielding to his own injuries. His hammer hit hard against the creature's armored hide, and his axe pierced the demon's side. Wailing in pain, the demon spun, and caught an arrow in the chest.
There was Kevin, at the corner of the room, a longbow at his side, and another arrow at the ready. The steel tip gleamed and Kevin's mud stained armor seemed perfect, without scratch or crack. He seemed perfect. and lethal.
"Back to the pits that spawned you!" Kevin said, and launched the arrow flew. It's metal tip cut the air, and the shaft came on straight and true. Kevin's shot was good, very good, Bryon had to admit. He had to be a ranger to shoot that well.
The arrow hit the demon in the head. It fell back, collapsing on the table Bryon had been on only moments before. The spikes, the missed shots from the creature's strange attack. They waited as the demon fell. The blades pierced the demon in critical spots, dealing lethal damage.
The creature convulsed for a moment, then was still. Kevin looked at Drekas, then to a bleeding Bryon. The Ranger's tan shirt was stained copper at the waist with blood. Kevin's face was emotionless, "Your welcome."
* * *
Tamilis glared around her room, the resting chambers of the Presidential family. A golden-embroidered comforter, woven by the finest weavers in Terevas lay on her bed, and the bamboo wood flooring felt smooth on her feet. The air seemed so cool, and the scents of the roses above her bed filled the room with a sweet fragrance.
Tamilis closed her eyes, breathing in the saccharine aroma. When she opened her eyes. the flowers' petals were on her bed, the petals and the flower both blackened, and crusted. The room was empty of the smell, and something else had taken it's place. something.strange.
"Hello, my dear," a voice in her head! A face, suddenly burned itself in her vision, not disappearing, even when she closed her eyes. A man's face. laughing.
The president opened her mouth to yell for the guards, but when no sound came from her lips, she knew. really KNEW. that she was and would be all alone.