Post by Dia on May 1, 2007 21:09:57 GMT -5
Ash continued to fall from the sky, as it had for many months previous. Amildor extended his hand slowly to catch some of the ashes, only to stare into them.
"So it is true.." There was some pity in his voice as he considered the idea that the ashes he now held were once a person's home, or perhaps even a person themself. He gently released the ashes back into the wind and continued on his path toward the center of the ruins. He had tracked the fiend here. Finally, his three year hunt would come to an end.
Three years had passed since the Ilmnfeml he hunted slaughtered two soldier's families as they slept. There was no honor in this act, not that he expected much honor from a demon spawn.
Amildor sat and watched the sky. It patrolled here each night, though he knew not why. Even though his sight was hampered by the ash and darkness, he knew what to look for.
Hours passed, the time came. His target glided across the sky with black wings, which gleamed as the moonlight reflected off the ash that now covered them. This served Amildor well. He unstrapped his daikyu from his back and readied an arrow quickly, taking aim just in front of that gleaming wing. His shot struck true, the demon tainted Elf fell from the sky, no longer able to carry its weight on the now broken wing. Towards the Mou it fell. Amildor cursed and rushed out from behind his cover towards the large slope down the road.
As Amildor climbed the slope, he noted a few pebbles as they dropped past him. He quickly went to grab his blade, but found the Ilmnfeml's foot reached his face before he could draw it. He tumbled down the slope, doing his best to avoid the sharp rocks, but it was difficult to be too picky in his position. As he landed, the scorched earth cracked beneath him from the crash. He draw his sword quickly enough to parry the Ilmnfeml's blade as it came down upon him.
It was a losing battle from the start. Without a doubt, Amildor had greater skill than the Ilmnfeml, but he was left at a grievous disadvantage. While his equipment was stripped of magical properties by the dead magic zone, he was caught of guard by the fact that somehow the Ilmnfeml's equipment remained magically charged. The best Amildor could hope for was to parry the lightning fast strikes dealt by the winged abomination in hopes that it would tire out.
Their blades became locked, the nagative energies visibly begining to destroy his blade. Amildor watched as layer after layer of metal was disintigrated as the Ilmnfeml's blade came ever closer to him. As the blade's final moment drew near, Amildor's head dropped down from the physical and mental strain of the moment, and he made a desperate plee.
Amildor swore his soul for the might to defeat the Ilmnfeml.
His blade shattered, and as it did so all time seemed to freeze around Amildor. Shards of his blade caught in mid-air all around him. A creature of exquisite beauty stood beside him, smiling with pure cruelty as she looked into his eyes. She spoke softly; "Are you sure about that?"
Amildor stared at the creature, and nodded slowly. He then felt an aching like he never felt before. He realized too late what the creature was. An Erinyes. She spoke again. "You belong now to the lord of the seventh," she grinned before going on, "If you wish to deal for it back, you will form his symbol from the bodies of canines and stand amidst them."
She was gone. Amildor watched as the shards of his blade began to move again, though far slower than normal. The Ilmnfeml's blade came in slow motion towards his neck in an attempt to behead him. But Amildor was not slowed. It seemed magic was now on his side, and not the Ilmnfeml's. He grabbed his Wakizashi and ducked down beneath the Ilmnfeml's blade, stabbing his own blade up into the pit of the Ilmnfeml's chest with a twist. Time returned to normal, and the demoic elf took a knee, falling over soon after.
Amildor felt strange at the moment the Ilmnfeml fell over. He felt slower. Weaker. Many of his memories became somewhat fuzzy. He was drained, and his skill in the field of combat reduced to that of perhaps a novice. The toll of losing one's soul, it seemed.
"So it is true.." There was some pity in his voice as he considered the idea that the ashes he now held were once a person's home, or perhaps even a person themself. He gently released the ashes back into the wind and continued on his path toward the center of the ruins. He had tracked the fiend here. Finally, his three year hunt would come to an end.
Three years had passed since the Ilmnfeml he hunted slaughtered two soldier's families as they slept. There was no honor in this act, not that he expected much honor from a demon spawn.
Amildor sat and watched the sky. It patrolled here each night, though he knew not why. Even though his sight was hampered by the ash and darkness, he knew what to look for.
Hours passed, the time came. His target glided across the sky with black wings, which gleamed as the moonlight reflected off the ash that now covered them. This served Amildor well. He unstrapped his daikyu from his back and readied an arrow quickly, taking aim just in front of that gleaming wing. His shot struck true, the demon tainted Elf fell from the sky, no longer able to carry its weight on the now broken wing. Towards the Mou it fell. Amildor cursed and rushed out from behind his cover towards the large slope down the road.
As Amildor climbed the slope, he noted a few pebbles as they dropped past him. He quickly went to grab his blade, but found the Ilmnfeml's foot reached his face before he could draw it. He tumbled down the slope, doing his best to avoid the sharp rocks, but it was difficult to be too picky in his position. As he landed, the scorched earth cracked beneath him from the crash. He draw his sword quickly enough to parry the Ilmnfeml's blade as it came down upon him.
It was a losing battle from the start. Without a doubt, Amildor had greater skill than the Ilmnfeml, but he was left at a grievous disadvantage. While his equipment was stripped of magical properties by the dead magic zone, he was caught of guard by the fact that somehow the Ilmnfeml's equipment remained magically charged. The best Amildor could hope for was to parry the lightning fast strikes dealt by the winged abomination in hopes that it would tire out.
Their blades became locked, the nagative energies visibly begining to destroy his blade. Amildor watched as layer after layer of metal was disintigrated as the Ilmnfeml's blade came ever closer to him. As the blade's final moment drew near, Amildor's head dropped down from the physical and mental strain of the moment, and he made a desperate plee.
Amildor swore his soul for the might to defeat the Ilmnfeml.
His blade shattered, and as it did so all time seemed to freeze around Amildor. Shards of his blade caught in mid-air all around him. A creature of exquisite beauty stood beside him, smiling with pure cruelty as she looked into his eyes. She spoke softly; "Are you sure about that?"
Amildor stared at the creature, and nodded slowly. He then felt an aching like he never felt before. He realized too late what the creature was. An Erinyes. She spoke again. "You belong now to the lord of the seventh," she grinned before going on, "If you wish to deal for it back, you will form his symbol from the bodies of canines and stand amidst them."
She was gone. Amildor watched as the shards of his blade began to move again, though far slower than normal. The Ilmnfeml's blade came in slow motion towards his neck in an attempt to behead him. But Amildor was not slowed. It seemed magic was now on his side, and not the Ilmnfeml's. He grabbed his Wakizashi and ducked down beneath the Ilmnfeml's blade, stabbing his own blade up into the pit of the Ilmnfeml's chest with a twist. Time returned to normal, and the demoic elf took a knee, falling over soon after.
Amildor felt strange at the moment the Ilmnfeml fell over. He felt slower. Weaker. Many of his memories became somewhat fuzzy. He was drained, and his skill in the field of combat reduced to that of perhaps a novice. The toll of losing one's soul, it seemed.