Jessi: I do not own Forgotten Realms.
Chel: And Gwen6 I think you meant to say Asgwrn in your review instead of Apheyr.
Jessi: What are you doing here? You're not even in this fan fiction.
Chel: (sadly) I just want to be loved...
Jessi: Umm... Okay... Anyway a big thanks to everyone who reviewed! I cannot believe the positive response I've been getting! Cookies for all!
Tiamet: Thank you everyone!
The ceiling abruptly caved in. Huge lumps of falling masonry sent the devils and yugoloths scrambling for cover. Yami pulled Dante into the alcove that housed the exit.
"What's going on?" Yami had to yell over the assorted sounds of rock and outsider.
"I... Oh, Corellon!" Dante's blood-red eyes widened as Baalzebul entered their alcove. His eyes blazed with fury and he drew his sword.
"Die!" the archdevil swept his blade in a downward arch... that ended into a metallic clang as it met Marwolaeth the Death Bringer. Yami didn't even buckle at the weight behind the archdevil's strike.
With the halt of the falling masonry the two combatants moved outside the alcove, Dante forgotten temporarily. The young tiefling could see that Baalzebul had superior height and reach, whereas Yami had her astonishing speed and magically enchanted abilities.
Black metal met bloodstained blade as the swords moved with unearthly swiftness. Yami dropped to the floor cutting the archdevil's legs out from underneath him with a sweeping kick. Baalzebul stumbled backwards but caught Yami's following strike with his bare hand. Snarling Baazelbul launched himself forward, grabbing the Shadowblade by the arm and throwing her off the edge of the chasm.
"No!" Dante screamed as his foster mother disappeared into the chasm... only for a white hand to grasp an outcrop of rock a fraction of second later. Yami Shadowblade swung herself back up, her momentum carrying her behind Baalzebul.
Marwolaeth plunged into the archdevil's back and, as Yami turned, tore out a crescent-shaped section of bloody flesh.
Baalzebul bellowed in pain and, in a flurry of slashes, sent the Shadowblade edging backwards.
"You cannot hope to win little Shadowblade... One fighter and a half-trained mageling cannot defeat an arch-devil," the sword swung again and Dante winced.
All of a sudden the archdevil was batted halfway over the chasm before he steadied himself with his wings. What stood there made the Lord of the Seventh and both Shadowblades gape.
It was a massive dragon, a great wyrm by its size. Its four massive, clawed feet straddled the chasm and its wings, unable to fit within the confines of the walls, split outwards through the gap that the ceiling previously occupied. Its silver scales identified it as one of the goodly dragon of the Realms even if they held a strange scarlet hue.
It growled menacingly and reached for the archdevil, tossing it away into the chasm as though he were a ragdoll. Then it reared onto its hind legs and breathed. Ice began to form a barrier across the gorge, at least, Yami noted, ten metres thick.
"He'll break through sooner or later, so we'll have to hurry and fetch Dante and leave."
Yami turned. Her husband, dressed in his midnight-blue robes and black cloak, stood not one metre away from her. He also carried an impressive arsenal of magical weaponry but this was lost on Yami as she embraced him.
"Asgwrn!" She sheathed Marwolaeth and took his head in her hands, "It is you!"
"A hero to rescue his-" Asgwrn was cut off as Yami tugged sharply on his ear. Since elves have sensitive ear tips this was very painful and the archmage yelped.
"Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"Well, yes but... Yami, I can explain everything!"
"I know," Yami smiled, "But do it later when we're home."
"Where's Dante?"
The young tiefling stepped out,
"Here."
"Good."
The silver dragon lowered its head and Asgwrn leapt onto it with typical elven grace. Yami and Dante followed. Rhuthr took a run up and his hooves changed into tentacles with sucker tips that attached him securely to the dragon.
With colossal sweeps of its huge wings the dragon began flying. While this was happening Yami shuffled closer to her husband,
"Where did you get a dragon from anyway?"
"I helped her recover a treasured possession when I was looking for you. This is Llifeiriant, also known as Crimson."
"Crimson? An unusual name for a silver dragon."
"My father," the voice of the dragoness was unusually light, "was a sanctified red dragon who originally came from the Nine Hells. My mother was a divine agent of Tamara, our goddess of mercy."
"Sanctified red dragon?"
"A red dragon forgiven of all sin and bound to fight evil in all its forms. Baalzebul's servants killed Maddeuant, my father... And one day I must fight this archdevil."
"You will get your chance soon enough," Yami spotted a speck of darkness heading toward them, "Here he comes!"
Chel: And Gwen6 I think you meant to say Asgwrn in your review instead of Apheyr.
Jessi: What are you doing here? You're not even in this fan fiction.
Chel: (sadly) I just want to be loved...
Jessi: Umm... Okay... Anyway a big thanks to everyone who reviewed! I cannot believe the positive response I've been getting! Cookies for all!
Tiamet: Thank you everyone!
The ceiling abruptly caved in. Huge lumps of falling masonry sent the devils and yugoloths scrambling for cover. Yami pulled Dante into the alcove that housed the exit.
"What's going on?" Yami had to yell over the assorted sounds of rock and outsider.
"I... Oh, Corellon!" Dante's blood-red eyes widened as Baalzebul entered their alcove. His eyes blazed with fury and he drew his sword.
"Die!" the archdevil swept his blade in a downward arch... that ended into a metallic clang as it met Marwolaeth the Death Bringer. Yami didn't even buckle at the weight behind the archdevil's strike.
With the halt of the falling masonry the two combatants moved outside the alcove, Dante forgotten temporarily. The young tiefling could see that Baalzebul had superior height and reach, whereas Yami had her astonishing speed and magically enchanted abilities.
Black metal met bloodstained blade as the swords moved with unearthly swiftness. Yami dropped to the floor cutting the archdevil's legs out from underneath him with a sweeping kick. Baalzebul stumbled backwards but caught Yami's following strike with his bare hand. Snarling Baazelbul launched himself forward, grabbing the Shadowblade by the arm and throwing her off the edge of the chasm.
"No!" Dante screamed as his foster mother disappeared into the chasm... only for a white hand to grasp an outcrop of rock a fraction of second later. Yami Shadowblade swung herself back up, her momentum carrying her behind Baalzebul.
Marwolaeth plunged into the archdevil's back and, as Yami turned, tore out a crescent-shaped section of bloody flesh.
Baalzebul bellowed in pain and, in a flurry of slashes, sent the Shadowblade edging backwards.
"You cannot hope to win little Shadowblade... One fighter and a half-trained mageling cannot defeat an arch-devil," the sword swung again and Dante winced.
All of a sudden the archdevil was batted halfway over the chasm before he steadied himself with his wings. What stood there made the Lord of the Seventh and both Shadowblades gape.
It was a massive dragon, a great wyrm by its size. Its four massive, clawed feet straddled the chasm and its wings, unable to fit within the confines of the walls, split outwards through the gap that the ceiling previously occupied. Its silver scales identified it as one of the goodly dragon of the Realms even if they held a strange scarlet hue.
It growled menacingly and reached for the archdevil, tossing it away into the chasm as though he were a ragdoll. Then it reared onto its hind legs and breathed. Ice began to form a barrier across the gorge, at least, Yami noted, ten metres thick.
"He'll break through sooner or later, so we'll have to hurry and fetch Dante and leave."
Yami turned. Her husband, dressed in his midnight-blue robes and black cloak, stood not one metre away from her. He also carried an impressive arsenal of magical weaponry but this was lost on Yami as she embraced him.
"Asgwrn!" She sheathed Marwolaeth and took his head in her hands, "It is you!"
"A hero to rescue his-" Asgwrn was cut off as Yami tugged sharply on his ear. Since elves have sensitive ear tips this was very painful and the archmage yelped.
"Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"Well, yes but... Yami, I can explain everything!"
"I know," Yami smiled, "But do it later when we're home."
"Where's Dante?"
The young tiefling stepped out,
"Here."
"Good."
The silver dragon lowered its head and Asgwrn leapt onto it with typical elven grace. Yami and Dante followed. Rhuthr took a run up and his hooves changed into tentacles with sucker tips that attached him securely to the dragon.
With colossal sweeps of its huge wings the dragon began flying. While this was happening Yami shuffled closer to her husband,
"Where did you get a dragon from anyway?"
"I helped her recover a treasured possession when I was looking for you. This is Llifeiriant, also known as Crimson."
"Crimson? An unusual name for a silver dragon."
"My father," the voice of the dragoness was unusually light, "was a sanctified red dragon who originally came from the Nine Hells. My mother was a divine agent of Tamara, our goddess of mercy."
"Sanctified red dragon?"
"A red dragon forgiven of all sin and bound to fight evil in all its forms. Baalzebul's servants killed Maddeuant, my father... And one day I must fight this archdevil."
"You will get your chance soon enough," Yami spotted a speck of darkness heading toward them, "Here he comes!"