Hurling his weary body yet again into the fray, Damathodor sliced valiantly
into the yeilding flesh of his enemies, the army of brutes felt the bitter
touch of steel as the Knight drove relentlessly into their ranks, cutting
and hacking them with all his stregnth. One flailing demon bent low with
his small head and erupted a tremendous blow upon the Paladin's raised arm,
sending the man rolling backwards over the stone. Leaping to his feet, the
Knight summoned all the power he could muster and, setting his feet,
charged with such a cry and force, the blow drove his holy blade clear
through the clueless monster, tearing through the thick body and sending
the corpse backwards, the Knight's amazing charge bucking back the line of
creatures behind the corpse and toppling the mass to the floor.
Taking advantage of this small space of time to quickly sip from a topped grail from his pocket, the knight began to chant a new kind of prayer with the force flowing bavk into his body from the warm, syrup-like liquid. He beseeched earnestly the powerful heavens and prayed for the force of the elements to assist him in his endevours, and, the brilliant sword of Athos, glowing still, took on a blueish hue. . .
Charging with a bellow of raw fury, the foremost beast met the blade head on, and, running upon it, the hideous thing felt the icy coldness of the steel spread rapidly through his warm inards, freezing the precious organs and fluid as the magic travelled through his veins. The demonic monstrosity froze in place, it's gnarled face twisted in agony and fear, and fell slowly backwards with a groan as the ice reached it's evil heart and extinguished the life from it's body. The horde, confused at this new magic, babbled fearfully as their companion's corpse let out a final gasp of steam and lay still. The Knight gave them no room to think, charging yet again and blasting through the crowded mess of creatures, acking off limbs and stabbing cold, icy death into their terrified bodies; the elemental magic had been sent from heaven; freezing all evil that stood in the knight's way.
Driving these monsters, Damathodor glimpsed a far stairway in the room at the end of the narrow hall. Standing before this doorway was one of the most hideous, muscular, hateful looking creatures the Knight had ever seen. It stood tall and terrible, it's black skin bubbling with poison blotches and it's green wretched eyes glaring malignantly from under a horned helmet. A thick cape covered the main part of it's body, heavy, flaming hands holding a red, flaming sword in either hand, the being of Hell stepped boomingly into the fray, ripping the behemouths who stood in his way, soon he had cleared a path to the knight, and, laughing evily, he threw back his night black cape to reveal his flaming, poisonous form.
"What evil is this!?!" cried the Paladin in shock.
"Face thy fate with grace, knight, for to confront my master you must first vanquish his devotee!" bellowed the hell-born balrog, lashing forward with it's two sabres, cutting the air hotly above the knight's ducked head.
"Stand you back, vile beast, for I shall slay all that would prevent my holy quest!" exclaimed the Knight, holding his blade bravely up to the flaming blackness. The faith of the brave knight shook the wills of the evil spirit, and, backing up a step, the balrog growled and gnashed it's sharp fangs as the Knight was covered, bathed, head to toe in a heavenly light and sheilded thusly. "Your fires shall do no harm to me!"
"Then my steel shall taste your flesh, righteous one!" and with that the demon lord slashed forward, scissoring the twin blades over the knight, who, by heaven sent speed, intersected them with his own blade, and, the horrible flaming weapons, contacting the holy weapons thusly, exploded into smitherens before the face of the terrified demon king.
Summoning all his stregnth and ferver into a mastered prayer, the Knight, without further ado, let loose the glowing force of his might and outwards rained a shower of cleansing lightening, a fist of the heavens smiting the evil form and ending the power that held it's place on earth. The knight watched, fully regenerated, as the wretched form screamed in the erupting storm of light, and, falling to it's knees, held it's sides to try to halt the explosions that now racked it's pitiful body. Raising his just blade, the Paladin let it fall hard over the demon king's shoulders, seperating the hideous head from the monstrous body. The body exploded in a blast of light as the head rolled away, hit the wall, and then evaporated as well.
Damathodor stepped heavily over the creature, and, seeing the doorway to the stairs before him, walked resolutely towards them. Heat blasted upwards to meet his descent into the caverous opening. . .
Durag, concentrating hard in the flickering light of the storm high above the gate to hell, felt the spirit f the barbarian rising within him slowly; he chanted in a whisper to assist the gohst on it's ascention;
"Kalar, shalumar, buruhma, KANDASKALAR!" he bellowed in the flashing stairway, Bometh crossing himself at his side, whispered the blasphemy of the act he saw being comitted by his companion. . .
"AAAAAAaaaarrrrrgggg!" erupted a furious cry from the darkness above the pair. Loking up, the preist saw the hovering, glowing form of the Barbarian the Necromancer had summoned. The being growled maliciously as he saw the two below him.
"Hello, Dragon Bane." Said the Necromancer, smiling up at the spirit in it's gigantic muscular form.
"Gar ma' Kushka!" spat the spirit in it's language. For some reason, Bometh was glad he did'nt understand, but then the interpretation came, "Burn in hell, Sorcerer!"
"No, my freind, that is what YOU are doing these days." Laughed Durag happily, "It's good to see they are treating you nicely, you hideous peice of cow dung. . ."
"Choke on it, you bastard! How dare you summon my soul for your twisted means!" the spirit bellowed.
"Now now, Dragon Bane, be a good boy. . ." said the Necromancer, and, with a flick of his hand, the spirit went stiff and bucked violently in the air. "There you are. . .you're going to help us out, here, my freind. . ."
"Son. . .of. . .a . . .Bitch!" gasped the spirit through the force of the binding spell. "I'll k-k-kill you both you m-m-mother f. . ." he choked, but Durag threw him forward violently, up the stairs and in the lead, the pair ascended the stairwell after him.
"Now, FIGHT!" commanded the dark Magician. The spirit, hovering thickly in front of the pair, mindlessly began to tear apart the skinny skeletal forms in front of the two. Screaming vile curses and swears on the Necromancer's life, the ghost ripped mercilessly through the crowd of enemies.
"Bastards! GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED WAY! GET OUT!" the barbarian bellowed viciously. "HEY NECROMANCER! JUMP IN; THIS IS F----- FUN!!!" he laughed next, happy in spite of his anger, to be killing things again.
"He'll fight with all his power until the bind runs out," the Necromancer told Bometh, "I gave him about five minutes of 'life' to live, he's got a minute left, by now. . ."
"WHAT!?!" cried the spirit in rage, he had overheard the bad news. Despite his anger and dread at being sent back to hell, he was helpless to stop fighting.
Sure enough, after a little more than a minute passed, the spirit halted it's ferocious charge and, screaming painfully and murderously that he'd be back to take the Sorcerer's head, exploded in blinding light up the stairs into oblivion.
"Stand to and prepare yourself, Bometh; there are yet more troubles on the way!"
High up in her lair, the evil Sorceress paced angrily back and forth.
"I feel my power weakening. . .the soldiers I sent. . .idiots! They have failed me. . ." she saw the forms of the skeletal creatures falling back on the stairs near her chamber. "It is time to evoke the force of omething more powerful . . ." she told herself with a smile, stridng quickly over to her desk, she flipped open a thick, worn book on the top of the pile. Scrolling through the dusty pages, she came upon the passage she was searching for. She began to read quickly, smiling as she went along. . .
"Halt, brave preist!" cried the Necromancer, "I sense great evil ahead. . .something hellish is at foot, and I fear that the Sorceress has unleashed some great and terrible force upon us!" he asserted.
Taking advantage of this small space of time to quickly sip from a topped grail from his pocket, the knight began to chant a new kind of prayer with the force flowing bavk into his body from the warm, syrup-like liquid. He beseeched earnestly the powerful heavens and prayed for the force of the elements to assist him in his endevours, and, the brilliant sword of Athos, glowing still, took on a blueish hue. . .
Charging with a bellow of raw fury, the foremost beast met the blade head on, and, running upon it, the hideous thing felt the icy coldness of the steel spread rapidly through his warm inards, freezing the precious organs and fluid as the magic travelled through his veins. The demonic monstrosity froze in place, it's gnarled face twisted in agony and fear, and fell slowly backwards with a groan as the ice reached it's evil heart and extinguished the life from it's body. The horde, confused at this new magic, babbled fearfully as their companion's corpse let out a final gasp of steam and lay still. The Knight gave them no room to think, charging yet again and blasting through the crowded mess of creatures, acking off limbs and stabbing cold, icy death into their terrified bodies; the elemental magic had been sent from heaven; freezing all evil that stood in the knight's way.
Driving these monsters, Damathodor glimpsed a far stairway in the room at the end of the narrow hall. Standing before this doorway was one of the most hideous, muscular, hateful looking creatures the Knight had ever seen. It stood tall and terrible, it's black skin bubbling with poison blotches and it's green wretched eyes glaring malignantly from under a horned helmet. A thick cape covered the main part of it's body, heavy, flaming hands holding a red, flaming sword in either hand, the being of Hell stepped boomingly into the fray, ripping the behemouths who stood in his way, soon he had cleared a path to the knight, and, laughing evily, he threw back his night black cape to reveal his flaming, poisonous form.
"What evil is this!?!" cried the Paladin in shock.
"Face thy fate with grace, knight, for to confront my master you must first vanquish his devotee!" bellowed the hell-born balrog, lashing forward with it's two sabres, cutting the air hotly above the knight's ducked head.
"Stand you back, vile beast, for I shall slay all that would prevent my holy quest!" exclaimed the Knight, holding his blade bravely up to the flaming blackness. The faith of the brave knight shook the wills of the evil spirit, and, backing up a step, the balrog growled and gnashed it's sharp fangs as the Knight was covered, bathed, head to toe in a heavenly light and sheilded thusly. "Your fires shall do no harm to me!"
"Then my steel shall taste your flesh, righteous one!" and with that the demon lord slashed forward, scissoring the twin blades over the knight, who, by heaven sent speed, intersected them with his own blade, and, the horrible flaming weapons, contacting the holy weapons thusly, exploded into smitherens before the face of the terrified demon king.
Summoning all his stregnth and ferver into a mastered prayer, the Knight, without further ado, let loose the glowing force of his might and outwards rained a shower of cleansing lightening, a fist of the heavens smiting the evil form and ending the power that held it's place on earth. The knight watched, fully regenerated, as the wretched form screamed in the erupting storm of light, and, falling to it's knees, held it's sides to try to halt the explosions that now racked it's pitiful body. Raising his just blade, the Paladin let it fall hard over the demon king's shoulders, seperating the hideous head from the monstrous body. The body exploded in a blast of light as the head rolled away, hit the wall, and then evaporated as well.
Damathodor stepped heavily over the creature, and, seeing the doorway to the stairs before him, walked resolutely towards them. Heat blasted upwards to meet his descent into the caverous opening. . .
Durag, concentrating hard in the flickering light of the storm high above the gate to hell, felt the spirit f the barbarian rising within him slowly; he chanted in a whisper to assist the gohst on it's ascention;
"Kalar, shalumar, buruhma, KANDASKALAR!" he bellowed in the flashing stairway, Bometh crossing himself at his side, whispered the blasphemy of the act he saw being comitted by his companion. . .
"AAAAAAaaaarrrrrgggg!" erupted a furious cry from the darkness above the pair. Loking up, the preist saw the hovering, glowing form of the Barbarian the Necromancer had summoned. The being growled maliciously as he saw the two below him.
"Hello, Dragon Bane." Said the Necromancer, smiling up at the spirit in it's gigantic muscular form.
"Gar ma' Kushka!" spat the spirit in it's language. For some reason, Bometh was glad he did'nt understand, but then the interpretation came, "Burn in hell, Sorcerer!"
"No, my freind, that is what YOU are doing these days." Laughed Durag happily, "It's good to see they are treating you nicely, you hideous peice of cow dung. . ."
"Choke on it, you bastard! How dare you summon my soul for your twisted means!" the spirit bellowed.
"Now now, Dragon Bane, be a good boy. . ." said the Necromancer, and, with a flick of his hand, the spirit went stiff and bucked violently in the air. "There you are. . .you're going to help us out, here, my freind. . ."
"Son. . .of. . .a . . .Bitch!" gasped the spirit through the force of the binding spell. "I'll k-k-kill you both you m-m-mother f. . ." he choked, but Durag threw him forward violently, up the stairs and in the lead, the pair ascended the stairwell after him.
"Now, FIGHT!" commanded the dark Magician. The spirit, hovering thickly in front of the pair, mindlessly began to tear apart the skinny skeletal forms in front of the two. Screaming vile curses and swears on the Necromancer's life, the ghost ripped mercilessly through the crowd of enemies.
"Bastards! GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED WAY! GET OUT!" the barbarian bellowed viciously. "HEY NECROMANCER! JUMP IN; THIS IS F----- FUN!!!" he laughed next, happy in spite of his anger, to be killing things again.
"He'll fight with all his power until the bind runs out," the Necromancer told Bometh, "I gave him about five minutes of 'life' to live, he's got a minute left, by now. . ."
"WHAT!?!" cried the spirit in rage, he had overheard the bad news. Despite his anger and dread at being sent back to hell, he was helpless to stop fighting.
Sure enough, after a little more than a minute passed, the spirit halted it's ferocious charge and, screaming painfully and murderously that he'd be back to take the Sorcerer's head, exploded in blinding light up the stairs into oblivion.
"Stand to and prepare yourself, Bometh; there are yet more troubles on the way!"
High up in her lair, the evil Sorceress paced angrily back and forth.
"I feel my power weakening. . .the soldiers I sent. . .idiots! They have failed me. . ." she saw the forms of the skeletal creatures falling back on the stairs near her chamber. "It is time to evoke the force of omething more powerful . . ." she told herself with a smile, stridng quickly over to her desk, she flipped open a thick, worn book on the top of the pile. Scrolling through the dusty pages, she came upon the passage she was searching for. She began to read quickly, smiling as she went along. . .
"Halt, brave preist!" cried the Necromancer, "I sense great evil ahead. . .something hellish is at foot, and I fear that the Sorceress has unleashed some great and terrible force upon us!" he asserted.