Wallmaker
By DaemonAvatar
When the Ninth Gate calls,
Who can resist its summons?
Disclaimer: I own nothing- ZIPPO!
Hi guys- I'm mad grr so expect major violence in this chapter. Well, this is the story. I had to play golf for interhouse. OMG. I hate golf, even though I'm good at it. Well, this kid who wasn't any better than me taunted me throughout the whole game. So, at the last hole, I used a little staff move I knew on the guy. So then another guy says, "Hey buddy- Coarse etiquette!" Am I going to stand for that? So I said, "Fuck You." And he basically shut up. And then the original guy goaded me some more- Grr.
Responses to reviewers -YAY!
I love ceiling- Okay- the story is set three, give or take, years after the second binding of Orranis. The relationships have not really changed. The reason of Lirael and Nick's journey is explained in the second chapter and I do not want to type it out.
John Amadeus- Yes! You found my inspiration for the "Hedge and Bus" scene, Lucien! The twin arm blades were way too tempting. LOL. You have also predicted something- good job!
White Phoenix Erialis- For your first comment, looks can be deceiving. Yeah, you're right about the Sam/Touchstone thing, but that is an important leading point. Thanx for reviewing.
Okay, here it comes! The long awaited third chapter (not) to WALLMAKER!
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Five months later...
"Anniselle!" the Chief, Vancelle cried as two burning sabers were thrust into the girl's thin frame. A geyser of crimson burst from the girl's mouth, cutting off a soft moan. The blonde-haired girl fell to the floor, an unrecognizable mess.
"Librarians, to me!" shouted Vancelle, raising Binder, but she knew the battle was lost before it had begun. A flaming demon, followed by five hish and seventeen mordicants had invaded the glacier, slaughtering the nine day watch and suffusing their bodies with dead spirits. They weaved a cloth of destruction throughout the Clayr lines. Vancelle had to regret the last death though. Poor little Anniselle. She was so innocent, so naïve. And she died. Vancelle's eyes hardened as another of her pupils, Imshi, fell, poleaxed by a mordicant's sweeping claw.
Vancelle, tears in her eyes, cried out, "Demon, fight me alone! You have slaughtered the nine day watch, but you have not vanquished the Clayr! Demon come unto me!"
Hedge reverted back to his human form, grinning. He beckoned for the Hish and Mordicants to clear up and spoke in caustic tones. "You certainly realize, daughter of Chlorr, that you are no match for the power of her ultimate master?"
Vancelle did not respond. Instead she lunged at Hedge with a scream of fury. Hedge sidestepped and pushed the tip of his sword to her throat. The Chief grinned manically and laughingly said, "You fight unfairly, demon. You have armor and I do not. You use magic and I do not. You have two weapons and I do not. Fight with me in your robes of black, scum."
"Indeed." The red enameled armor dropped from the body, replaced by a black cloak. A single unmarred knife stood in the hand of the necromancer. Cloaking his eyes, he held a jet handled knife out to Vancelle. The woman took it. They stood in a cleared ring, pacing about each other. (A/N: I just saw the movie version of Dune. I couldn't resist the knife fight.) Vancelle lunged in a forward airborne roll. Hedge smartly stepped aside and lashed out. As he missed, he did a front tuck over Vancelle to avoid a sharp kick. His boot connected with the Chief librarian's jaw, making an audible crack. Vancelle, wincing at the terrible pain of a dislocated jaw, threw the knife at Hedge, barely missing him. Hedge walked over to Vancelle's heavily breathing form, leering at her cruelly. He then slid the blade between her ribs, leaving her limp form on the floor. The corners of the necromancer's mouth curled as red-plated armor flew to cover his standing form. He beckoned for his minions to advance...
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Sameth smiled. It had been three months since Lirael and Nick were married. He always thought they should be together, or did he? He could swear that they bickered for the most of anyone in the Old Kingdom, his parents included. They were sweet though, and Sam wished them the best of luck. Nick and Lirael expected a child soon, maybe in five months. How does that figure, Sam deviously thought. (A/N: Lets do a little math. 3 and 5=8, and 8 sure as hell doesn't = 9) He liked teaching Nick Charter Magic. Nick was a fast learner and a Sam a good teacher. Actually, that was one of his main interests.
But Sam now had a much more potent interest. Free Magic. He spent most of his time converting Free Magic symbols into Charter Symbols. With the help of Mogget, bound anew, he had created some of the most ingenious and powerful inventions in the Kingdom. And he had a new friend- Mogget. The cat could be quite amiable sometimes actually. If you gave him enough Charter Fish. Those actually seem to satisfy him better than real fish for that matter. But he had become to Sam what the dog had become to Lirael.
Today they were enjoying a particularly personal conversation.
"So, what do you think of the dog," Sam asked
"Horrible," Mogget retorted licking his paw. "Actually, I think you want me to say what I think you think about her master. I think you quite fancy her."
"Don't be daft, Mogget."
"You're going to be her escort up north. It would be most profitable to like her because you're going to be spending a lot of time alone." Mogget ended with a suggestive purr.
"Mogget I am going to beat that smile off of your dainty little face."
"Oh my. Am I scared or what?"
"Just... Quiet Mogget. Bad cat," Sam said halfheartedly. The words reached deaf ears. Mogget was asleep.
READ AND REVIEW! PLZ! PLZ! PLZ! Okay! That little blue button ain't there for looks!
By DaemonAvatar
When the Ninth Gate calls,
Who can resist its summons?
Disclaimer: I own nothing- ZIPPO!
Hi guys- I'm mad grr so expect major violence in this chapter. Well, this is the story. I had to play golf for interhouse. OMG. I hate golf, even though I'm good at it. Well, this kid who wasn't any better than me taunted me throughout the whole game. So, at the last hole, I used a little staff move I knew on the guy. So then another guy says, "Hey buddy- Coarse etiquette!" Am I going to stand for that? So I said, "Fuck You." And he basically shut up. And then the original guy goaded me some more- Grr.
Responses to reviewers -YAY!
I love ceiling- Okay- the story is set three, give or take, years after the second binding of Orranis. The relationships have not really changed. The reason of Lirael and Nick's journey is explained in the second chapter and I do not want to type it out.
John Amadeus- Yes! You found my inspiration for the "Hedge and Bus" scene, Lucien! The twin arm blades were way too tempting. LOL. You have also predicted something- good job!
White Phoenix Erialis- For your first comment, looks can be deceiving. Yeah, you're right about the Sam/Touchstone thing, but that is an important leading point. Thanx for reviewing.
Okay, here it comes! The long awaited third chapter (not) to WALLMAKER!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Five months later...
"Anniselle!" the Chief, Vancelle cried as two burning sabers were thrust into the girl's thin frame. A geyser of crimson burst from the girl's mouth, cutting off a soft moan. The blonde-haired girl fell to the floor, an unrecognizable mess.
"Librarians, to me!" shouted Vancelle, raising Binder, but she knew the battle was lost before it had begun. A flaming demon, followed by five hish and seventeen mordicants had invaded the glacier, slaughtering the nine day watch and suffusing their bodies with dead spirits. They weaved a cloth of destruction throughout the Clayr lines. Vancelle had to regret the last death though. Poor little Anniselle. She was so innocent, so naïve. And she died. Vancelle's eyes hardened as another of her pupils, Imshi, fell, poleaxed by a mordicant's sweeping claw.
Vancelle, tears in her eyes, cried out, "Demon, fight me alone! You have slaughtered the nine day watch, but you have not vanquished the Clayr! Demon come unto me!"
Hedge reverted back to his human form, grinning. He beckoned for the Hish and Mordicants to clear up and spoke in caustic tones. "You certainly realize, daughter of Chlorr, that you are no match for the power of her ultimate master?"
Vancelle did not respond. Instead she lunged at Hedge with a scream of fury. Hedge sidestepped and pushed the tip of his sword to her throat. The Chief grinned manically and laughingly said, "You fight unfairly, demon. You have armor and I do not. You use magic and I do not. You have two weapons and I do not. Fight with me in your robes of black, scum."
"Indeed." The red enameled armor dropped from the body, replaced by a black cloak. A single unmarred knife stood in the hand of the necromancer. Cloaking his eyes, he held a jet handled knife out to Vancelle. The woman took it. They stood in a cleared ring, pacing about each other. (A/N: I just saw the movie version of Dune. I couldn't resist the knife fight.) Vancelle lunged in a forward airborne roll. Hedge smartly stepped aside and lashed out. As he missed, he did a front tuck over Vancelle to avoid a sharp kick. His boot connected with the Chief librarian's jaw, making an audible crack. Vancelle, wincing at the terrible pain of a dislocated jaw, threw the knife at Hedge, barely missing him. Hedge walked over to Vancelle's heavily breathing form, leering at her cruelly. He then slid the blade between her ribs, leaving her limp form on the floor. The corners of the necromancer's mouth curled as red-plated armor flew to cover his standing form. He beckoned for his minions to advance...
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Sameth smiled. It had been three months since Lirael and Nick were married. He always thought they should be together, or did he? He could swear that they bickered for the most of anyone in the Old Kingdom, his parents included. They were sweet though, and Sam wished them the best of luck. Nick and Lirael expected a child soon, maybe in five months. How does that figure, Sam deviously thought. (A/N: Lets do a little math. 3 and 5=8, and 8 sure as hell doesn't = 9) He liked teaching Nick Charter Magic. Nick was a fast learner and a Sam a good teacher. Actually, that was one of his main interests.
But Sam now had a much more potent interest. Free Magic. He spent most of his time converting Free Magic symbols into Charter Symbols. With the help of Mogget, bound anew, he had created some of the most ingenious and powerful inventions in the Kingdom. And he had a new friend- Mogget. The cat could be quite amiable sometimes actually. If you gave him enough Charter Fish. Those actually seem to satisfy him better than real fish for that matter. But he had become to Sam what the dog had become to Lirael.
Today they were enjoying a particularly personal conversation.
"So, what do you think of the dog," Sam asked
"Horrible," Mogget retorted licking his paw. "Actually, I think you want me to say what I think you think about her master. I think you quite fancy her."
"Don't be daft, Mogget."
"You're going to be her escort up north. It would be most profitable to like her because you're going to be spending a lot of time alone." Mogget ended with a suggestive purr.
"Mogget I am going to beat that smile off of your dainty little face."
"Oh my. Am I scared or what?"
"Just... Quiet Mogget. Bad cat," Sam said halfheartedly. The words reached deaf ears. Mogget was asleep.
READ AND REVIEW! PLZ! PLZ! PLZ! Okay! That little blue button ain't there for looks!