Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jul 27, 2010 14:26:43 GMT -5
Lord Battlehammer was borne into the arena on his great shield by his loyal shieldbearers. The crowd erupted with cheering for the dwarf Lord. Lok’khar Diavilios paced, incensed by the crowd’s acceptance and support for this dwarf while he, clearly the superior fighter, was reviled simply for what they felt he was. No matter, he thought, he was used to being hated. This familiar feeling only served to stoke his own burning hatred inside of him. Lok’Khar hefted his great weapon, and barely hearing the trumpets sounding the last battle, strode forward to have his revenge.
Lord Battlehammer hefted his axe, runes flaring to life. As the dark elf closed, their weapons clashed against one another, the Dwarf Lord the faster, swinging with deft precise strokes. The dark elf proved to be a resilient foe, and blocked all of the attacks of both Breunor and his shieldbearers with relative ease. All save one last strike, which sunk home in the side of the dark elf. Lok’khar glanced downward at his amulet, surprised that the familiar black smoke did not appear, transferring his wound upon his opponent. Lok’khar barely felt the wound, but could feel the blood slick against his side and knew that the axe had penetrated his armor.
“What sorcery is this” he hissed, and stole a quick glance upwards to the balcony, and nearly lost all focus by what he saw looking down at him.
“No matter” he spat, “I will still have my revenge.”
Lok’khar swung the great weapon with such force and malice that it was all Bruenor could do to keep his footing. The dwarf lord raised his shield just in time to avoid a decapitating strike which drove him to one side, opening up his defenses enough for the dark elf to swing again and hit home with a slash across Bruenor’s stomach, hard enough to puncture the gromril and send a splash of blood across the great shield that bore him.
Lord Battlehammer’s axe pounded against the dark elf’s defenses again and again, the mighty dwarf trying to seize an opening through sheer force of will. Lok’khar was again able to avoid all of the strikes but one, and once again his black amulet refused to save him.
Blood soaked Lok’Khar’s hands, some of it his opponent’s, however much of it his own. He swung again with all the force he could muster, knocking the shield from Bruenor’s arm and spraying more blood upon the great shield. Battlehammer’s shield bearers could not aid in their lord’s defense, so focused were they on keeping him aloft despite this onslaught. Their attempts at strikes were easily avoided by Lok’Khar.
Lord Battlehammer knew that this would be the end of him if he could not finish this dark elf soon. The strength of the great weapon was piercing his armor and now without his shield, he could not hope to stop another attack. He grasped his axe with both hands and swung with all his remaining strength, the axe sinking deep into the side of Lok’Khar. The dark elf fell, grasping the axe handle and pulling the dwarf Lord to the ground with him. As the light faded from Lok’khar’s eyes he whispered quietly to the dwarf.
Atop the balcony, Dyendra sat smugly at the end of this battle. Lord Garon seemed relieved that a dark elf did not win this arena, which would only serve to strengthen his need for order to prevail in this city. Silent as a shadow, Drizzt was behind Dyendra and spoke in a deadly quiet.
“Morathi, I should have known you were behind all of this”
Dyendra turned with a cruel smile, the illusion of her spell slipping away to reveal her true form.
“You have no idea what part this plays into my plans”, she stated with distain.
Drizzt had his scimitar out in an instant, but Morathi simply vanished from view, her laugh hanging on the air. Lord Garon was pale as a ghost, half expecting the dark elf to turn on him next.
“I didn’t know” Garon stammered “I didn’t know”.
Drizzt glanced to the crowd and saw the final act of Morathi’s attentions to this city. The crowd were fueled to an even greater blood madness and began to turn on each other, ripping and tearing. Bruenor and the shield bearers were gathering to defend themselves in the centre of the arena. Drizzt turned and ran down the stairs to defend his friends.
Lord Garon peered over the balcony to the blood soaked crowd, becoming increasingly ferocious with every new death amongst them. He could hear movement on the stairs. They were coming for him.
“I didn’t know” he whispered.
Lord Battlehammer hefted his axe, runes flaring to life. As the dark elf closed, their weapons clashed against one another, the Dwarf Lord the faster, swinging with deft precise strokes. The dark elf proved to be a resilient foe, and blocked all of the attacks of both Breunor and his shieldbearers with relative ease. All save one last strike, which sunk home in the side of the dark elf. Lok’khar glanced downward at his amulet, surprised that the familiar black smoke did not appear, transferring his wound upon his opponent. Lok’khar barely felt the wound, but could feel the blood slick against his side and knew that the axe had penetrated his armor.
“What sorcery is this” he hissed, and stole a quick glance upwards to the balcony, and nearly lost all focus by what he saw looking down at him.
“No matter” he spat, “I will still have my revenge.”
Lok’khar swung the great weapon with such force and malice that it was all Bruenor could do to keep his footing. The dwarf lord raised his shield just in time to avoid a decapitating strike which drove him to one side, opening up his defenses enough for the dark elf to swing again and hit home with a slash across Bruenor’s stomach, hard enough to puncture the gromril and send a splash of blood across the great shield that bore him.
Lord Battlehammer’s axe pounded against the dark elf’s defenses again and again, the mighty dwarf trying to seize an opening through sheer force of will. Lok’khar was again able to avoid all of the strikes but one, and once again his black amulet refused to save him.
Blood soaked Lok’Khar’s hands, some of it his opponent’s, however much of it his own. He swung again with all the force he could muster, knocking the shield from Bruenor’s arm and spraying more blood upon the great shield. Battlehammer’s shield bearers could not aid in their lord’s defense, so focused were they on keeping him aloft despite this onslaught. Their attempts at strikes were easily avoided by Lok’Khar.
Lord Battlehammer knew that this would be the end of him if he could not finish this dark elf soon. The strength of the great weapon was piercing his armor and now without his shield, he could not hope to stop another attack. He grasped his axe with both hands and swung with all his remaining strength, the axe sinking deep into the side of Lok’Khar. The dark elf fell, grasping the axe handle and pulling the dwarf Lord to the ground with him. As the light faded from Lok’khar’s eyes he whispered quietly to the dwarf.
Atop the balcony, Dyendra sat smugly at the end of this battle. Lord Garon seemed relieved that a dark elf did not win this arena, which would only serve to strengthen his need for order to prevail in this city. Silent as a shadow, Drizzt was behind Dyendra and spoke in a deadly quiet.
“Morathi, I should have known you were behind all of this”
Dyendra turned with a cruel smile, the illusion of her spell slipping away to reveal her true form.
“You have no idea what part this plays into my plans”, she stated with distain.
Drizzt had his scimitar out in an instant, but Morathi simply vanished from view, her laugh hanging on the air. Lord Garon was pale as a ghost, half expecting the dark elf to turn on him next.
“I didn’t know” Garon stammered “I didn’t know”.
Drizzt glanced to the crowd and saw the final act of Morathi’s attentions to this city. The crowd were fueled to an even greater blood madness and began to turn on each other, ripping and tearing. Bruenor and the shield bearers were gathering to defend themselves in the centre of the arena. Drizzt turned and ran down the stairs to defend his friends.
Lord Garon peered over the balcony to the blood soaked crowd, becoming increasingly ferocious with every new death amongst them. He could hear movement on the stairs. They were coming for him.
“I didn’t know” he whispered.