11-02-2005, 07:02 PM
âThis is not going to be fun.â Grave thought to himself. He took the magic book from his robes, while the Deathevn said, âYou are much quicker then most other Casters that I have killed guarding my rank. This is going to be more fun then I thought.â He turned his stead around and came back at Grave. Grave dodged the attack, but dropped the magic book. âOh shit, I didnât need to do that.â He said.
âYou are powerless without that book, you are finished.â The Deathevn yelled as he came to take another pass. Grave jumped out of the way again, barely dodging the blade.
âNow you will feel your own magic.â The Deathevn said turning and taking out his own book. He raised the hand with the book in it. âLet the dark fire arise, Fenrir.â He yelled as a ball of black flame came from his book, swirling there for a moment before launching itself at Grave. Grave when to dodge it but followed him. He kept trying to dodge it but to avail. The Deathevn stood watching with an evil smile on its face. A voice in Graves head said, âThe cloak is the key.â Grave ignored as the dark fire came back around. âThe cloak is the key.â The voice said again. Grave thought for a moment. Trying to remember what exactly was in the magic book. He remembered something about a cloak or cape that when used properly could reflect magic. Grave was taking a chance but it was all he could do without that book. He turned to the on coming fire, raised his right arm to his left shoulder shielding his face with his robes. The ball of dark fire hit him square in the center. Grave felt the impact through his robes, it moved him a couple of feet. He could hear the Deathevn laughing. Grave used all the force in him to through the fire ball back at its creator. The Deathevn seen it coming but it was too late; it hit him square in the chest. The hoarse reeled back on its bone legs from the impact. The Deathevn was stunned by its own spell. Grave took the opportunity to run to the other side of the room to retrieve his spell book. The Deathevn was screaming in pain, and trying to catch its breath. Grave dropped to the floor and grabbed his book. He lifted it in the air and chanted. âUpon your death your powers are mine. Your stay in this rank is long over. Let the Reaper call our fate, Nosferatu.â Grave yelled. By now the Deathevn was out of its trance and coming for Grave. Only an inch away he stopped, no reason just, stopped. Grave moved away from the blade that was only a few inches away from his face. He moved to the back of the Deathevn. Then a light came from the Deathevn eyes, and any other hole in his amour or body. His body then disintegrated, leaving only the amour and the stead behind. Before Grave could do anything else the hollow amour came alive. It walked slowly to him, while Grave was backing off. It stopped when Graves back was to the wall. It took the helmet off and threw it at Grave. The helm hit Grave before he could move, instead of killing him or knocking him out, it merely attached to his head. Grave was stunned for a moment as the rest of the amour came at him, it jumped in the air and landed on him. Grave stood up confused at what just happened, but knew something was different with his body. He looked down at his robes, but they were gone replaced by the amour of the Deathevn. The black and red trim of the amour no longer old looking and rusty as it was on the other, it was shiny and new, and full of full more power. Grave could feel the power flowing through him, coursing through his body. He looked over at the stead who was staring back. The amour on it as well looked new. It come to him, Grave a little hesitant at first, but relaxed when it rubbed its boney face to his arm. Grave petted the horse saying, âLooks like we may together for a while eh?â He took the rains of it, and jumped up on its back. The horse naiad in reply. He sat for a moment, getting used to the feel of being on it. He felt something on his back that wasnât there before. He turned the horse around to see but nothing. He felt now something heavy on his back. He reached over and grabbed the hilt of his new Killing Edge sword. He swung it in the air a few times to test the weight. It was nothing like his old familiar scythe but it would do. An amazing weapon unto itself. He sheathed the sword and searched amour, and found a new spell book. He read it put it back in its place for now. He wondered if this was it, or if there were more new powers to obtain. He searched the thoughts and continued on his way out the newly opened hologram door.
âYou are powerless without that book, you are finished.â The Deathevn yelled as he came to take another pass. Grave jumped out of the way again, barely dodging the blade.
âNow you will feel your own magic.â The Deathevn said turning and taking out his own book. He raised the hand with the book in it. âLet the dark fire arise, Fenrir.â He yelled as a ball of black flame came from his book, swirling there for a moment before launching itself at Grave. Grave when to dodge it but followed him. He kept trying to dodge it but to avail. The Deathevn stood watching with an evil smile on its face. A voice in Graves head said, âThe cloak is the key.â Grave ignored as the dark fire came back around. âThe cloak is the key.â The voice said again. Grave thought for a moment. Trying to remember what exactly was in the magic book. He remembered something about a cloak or cape that when used properly could reflect magic. Grave was taking a chance but it was all he could do without that book. He turned to the on coming fire, raised his right arm to his left shoulder shielding his face with his robes. The ball of dark fire hit him square in the center. Grave felt the impact through his robes, it moved him a couple of feet. He could hear the Deathevn laughing. Grave used all the force in him to through the fire ball back at its creator. The Deathevn seen it coming but it was too late; it hit him square in the chest. The hoarse reeled back on its bone legs from the impact. The Deathevn was stunned by its own spell. Grave took the opportunity to run to the other side of the room to retrieve his spell book. The Deathevn was screaming in pain, and trying to catch its breath. Grave dropped to the floor and grabbed his book. He lifted it in the air and chanted. âUpon your death your powers are mine. Your stay in this rank is long over. Let the Reaper call our fate, Nosferatu.â Grave yelled. By now the Deathevn was out of its trance and coming for Grave. Only an inch away he stopped, no reason just, stopped. Grave moved away from the blade that was only a few inches away from his face. He moved to the back of the Deathevn. Then a light came from the Deathevn eyes, and any other hole in his amour or body. His body then disintegrated, leaving only the amour and the stead behind. Before Grave could do anything else the hollow amour came alive. It walked slowly to him, while Grave was backing off. It stopped when Graves back was to the wall. It took the helmet off and threw it at Grave. The helm hit Grave before he could move, instead of killing him or knocking him out, it merely attached to his head. Grave was stunned for a moment as the rest of the amour came at him, it jumped in the air and landed on him. Grave stood up confused at what just happened, but knew something was different with his body. He looked down at his robes, but they were gone replaced by the amour of the Deathevn. The black and red trim of the amour no longer old looking and rusty as it was on the other, it was shiny and new, and full of full more power. Grave could feel the power flowing through him, coursing through his body. He looked over at the stead who was staring back. The amour on it as well looked new. It come to him, Grave a little hesitant at first, but relaxed when it rubbed its boney face to his arm. Grave petted the horse saying, âLooks like we may together for a while eh?â He took the rains of it, and jumped up on its back. The horse naiad in reply. He sat for a moment, getting used to the feel of being on it. He felt something on his back that wasnât there before. He turned the horse around to see but nothing. He felt now something heavy on his back. He reached over and grabbed the hilt of his new Killing Edge sword. He swung it in the air a few times to test the weight. It was nothing like his old familiar scythe but it would do. An amazing weapon unto itself. He sheathed the sword and searched amour, and found a new spell book. He read it put it back in its place for now. He wondered if this was it, or if there were more new powers to obtain. He searched the thoughts and continued on his way out the newly opened hologram door.
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