18-02-2005, 08:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-02-2005, 10:53 PM by Grave_Guardian.)
He cried. The storm outside responded with a massive crack of dark lightning came from within it. It hit the ground but kept going threw to the mines. The Knight stopped attacking, the bolt came through the roof with great force. It hit the ground and exploded in all directions, kicking up dust and parts of the fallen Knights. After five minutes when the dust had settled there was only Grave, his horses body, and the Necromancer left. The Necromancer was on the ground clinging to what was left of him. He rose up, using his staff to support him, which they never do. Grave was just standing there, as the Necromancer walked over to him, Grave now with his sword in hand.
âOh did you get like this?â The Necromancer asked in a tired voice.
âHa ha, is it not funny little one. I am now the one with all the power, even with your Undead raise skill you are no match for me.â Grave mocked as he circled him.
âWhy have you not finished me yet?â
âOh I will, and I will enjoy it greatly.â Grave said as he raised his sword. He shoved it straight through the chest of the Necromancer.
âYou kill my horse and take off my arm but nothing you can do can kill me.â Grave yelled as he brought him over his head and slammed him back into the ground on his head, which in turn shattered into pieces. The Necromancers bones disintegrated, leaving only the robes and staff. Grave dropped his sword and slummed to the ground in exhaustion. He looked up to see the robes and staff had gotten up. He stood there, waiting. When they had gotten to him, they stopped, peering into each others faces when suddenly the robes rapped themselves around Grave, who was the knocked out. When he awoke a time a time later he realized he was no longer in amour. He looked over his body, his arm was back in its place, and he now dressed in the robes of the Necromancer. His staff was in hand. He was about to turn to continue when a voice came form behind him.
If you like blood and gore in a story, stay tuned for the next chapter heh heh
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âOh did you get like this?â The Necromancer asked in a tired voice.
âHa ha, is it not funny little one. I am now the one with all the power, even with your Undead raise skill you are no match for me.â Grave mocked as he circled him.
âWhy have you not finished me yet?â
âOh I will, and I will enjoy it greatly.â Grave said as he raised his sword. He shoved it straight through the chest of the Necromancer.
âYou kill my horse and take off my arm but nothing you can do can kill me.â Grave yelled as he brought him over his head and slammed him back into the ground on his head, which in turn shattered into pieces. The Necromancers bones disintegrated, leaving only the robes and staff. Grave dropped his sword and slummed to the ground in exhaustion. He looked up to see the robes and staff had gotten up. He stood there, waiting. When they had gotten to him, they stopped, peering into each others faces when suddenly the robes rapped themselves around Grave, who was the knocked out. When he awoke a time a time later he realized he was no longer in amour. He looked over his body, his arm was back in its place, and he now dressed in the robes of the Necromancer. His staff was in hand. He was about to turn to continue when a voice came form behind him.
If you like blood and gore in a story, stay tuned for the next chapter heh heh
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