Post by Hackmaster on Nov 1, 2006 4:53:13 GMT -5
On his hands and knees, Phelzaron studies the bloody pool on the floor created by his own body. A long string of saliva and blood hanging from his mouth nearly touching the floor. His master stands above him cackling holding his steel staff ready to strike again. "Leave my service mageling! One does not just simply leave the Red Wizards boy! Your final lesson....never ask your master stupid questions!"
Standing silently during the beating Bullvi looked on. A bond had developed between Phelzaron and him over their years despite being a slave. Bullvi knew this time Phelzaron would not get up from this beating....this beating was meant to be his final hard lesson.
The mage swings his staff down at the back of the head of Phelzaron and meets with a mighty CRACK! In his over confident rage he had not payed any attention to the slave who had moved up grabbing Phelzaron's own wooden staff. Using the floor for support one end of the staff met floor while protecting Phelzaron's head like a lean to shelter. A mighty blow meant to end Phelzaron's tortured life had hit and glanced off the the other stave. The blow though was enough to crack the staff leaving a third of it on the floor and the rest in the hands of Bullvi.
Phelzaron raises his head slightly and lets out a slightly crazed chuckle. "heh...I will enjoy watching you die master. Thank you for the final lesson." In a rage he swung up sharply with his staff hitting Bullvi just under the chin sending him reeling. Bullvi meets a wall sharply and slumps to the cold and unyielding stone. "You both shall die slowly for such insolence!" He begins to cast in earnest to finish Bullvi. "Orwin cada si-" Screams out as he looks down to find the shorn third of the staff protruding from his shin. Phelzaron looking up at him from the ground with a wicked smile of satisfaction.
With a quick shot from his staff he lands a blow to Phelzaron's shoulder and pulls the piece from his shin screaming out as he does so. "I shall kill you with this splinter but not until I have put it in at least 10 places on your body! realizing this could be the end Phelzaron despite his pain gathers his last strength and lunges for the broken wooden staff in his masters hands. Capturing it he hangs on for his life as his former master struggles to plunge it into him.
Phelzaron's strength failing watches as the point of the broken staff gets closer and closer to his chest. Realizing he will sink it into Phelzaron's chest soon he laughs out in victory as the point begins it's decent. Phelzaron cries out as his nerves help him discover a pain he has never felt before. As he finally starts to accept his fate and the pain begins to die his vision blurs. The point stops it's decent and even begins to exit his body. He shakes his head to try and focus. His master looks as though he is in shock and indeed he was. Staring down holding on to the shaft of the part Bullvi held when he was knocked out was now lodged in the back of the mage. Phelzaron's master turned away to see Bullvi standing defiantly and short a broken staff.
A gurgling voice comes forth. "You are but a slave...how can this be? Vampire touch!" suddenly his hand glows red...he advances upon Bullvi. "Your effort is for naught slave soon your life will be gone and mine renewed!"
Phelzaron stands with the stave that nearly took his life the point facing his master's back. "I think not....my master. Here endeth the lesson." Phelzaron charges the black metal stave in hand his master barely enough time to turn as the point penetrates his former teacher's neck. His master falls to his knees rage in his eyes the only thing likely keeping him alive. Phelzaron lets go and turns to leave a voice reaches his head. "Resourceful, even I had not counted on you winning a slave's loyalty. One day you shall make a fine addition to Szass Tam's Red Wizards. I shall see you again Phelzaron...my most excellent of apprentices."
Without looking back Phelzaron grabs several bottles of his masters Alchemical fire and tosses them far back over his shoulder. they both shatter and a small explosion of fire starts in the room. "My master....we should make sure he dies here." Bullvi says in a cautionary but subservient tone. "My friend...if he wanted us dead....we already would be so....I am not your master anymore, you are free, and now....so am I."
Leaving the tower they both hear what they believe to be laughter they look back to see the upper story aflame and what they could have sworn was a human figure staring out the window through the flames. "This was a test mi'lord?" Phelzaron looks down at his still bleeding chest and wipes more blood from his eyes as he stumbles down the country road. "Aye my friend....my final lesson."
Standing silently during the beating Bullvi looked on. A bond had developed between Phelzaron and him over their years despite being a slave. Bullvi knew this time Phelzaron would not get up from this beating....this beating was meant to be his final hard lesson.
The mage swings his staff down at the back of the head of Phelzaron and meets with a mighty CRACK! In his over confident rage he had not payed any attention to the slave who had moved up grabbing Phelzaron's own wooden staff. Using the floor for support one end of the staff met floor while protecting Phelzaron's head like a lean to shelter. A mighty blow meant to end Phelzaron's tortured life had hit and glanced off the the other stave. The blow though was enough to crack the staff leaving a third of it on the floor and the rest in the hands of Bullvi.
Phelzaron raises his head slightly and lets out a slightly crazed chuckle. "heh...I will enjoy watching you die master. Thank you for the final lesson." In a rage he swung up sharply with his staff hitting Bullvi just under the chin sending him reeling. Bullvi meets a wall sharply and slumps to the cold and unyielding stone. "You both shall die slowly for such insolence!" He begins to cast in earnest to finish Bullvi. "Orwin cada si-" Screams out as he looks down to find the shorn third of the staff protruding from his shin. Phelzaron looking up at him from the ground with a wicked smile of satisfaction.
With a quick shot from his staff he lands a blow to Phelzaron's shoulder and pulls the piece from his shin screaming out as he does so. "I shall kill you with this splinter but not until I have put it in at least 10 places on your body! realizing this could be the end Phelzaron despite his pain gathers his last strength and lunges for the broken wooden staff in his masters hands. Capturing it he hangs on for his life as his former master struggles to plunge it into him.
Phelzaron's strength failing watches as the point of the broken staff gets closer and closer to his chest. Realizing he will sink it into Phelzaron's chest soon he laughs out in victory as the point begins it's decent. Phelzaron cries out as his nerves help him discover a pain he has never felt before. As he finally starts to accept his fate and the pain begins to die his vision blurs. The point stops it's decent and even begins to exit his body. He shakes his head to try and focus. His master looks as though he is in shock and indeed he was. Staring down holding on to the shaft of the part Bullvi held when he was knocked out was now lodged in the back of the mage. Phelzaron's master turned away to see Bullvi standing defiantly and short a broken staff.
A gurgling voice comes forth. "You are but a slave...how can this be? Vampire touch!" suddenly his hand glows red...he advances upon Bullvi. "Your effort is for naught slave soon your life will be gone and mine renewed!"
Phelzaron stands with the stave that nearly took his life the point facing his master's back. "I think not....my master. Here endeth the lesson." Phelzaron charges the black metal stave in hand his master barely enough time to turn as the point penetrates his former teacher's neck. His master falls to his knees rage in his eyes the only thing likely keeping him alive. Phelzaron lets go and turns to leave a voice reaches his head. "Resourceful, even I had not counted on you winning a slave's loyalty. One day you shall make a fine addition to Szass Tam's Red Wizards. I shall see you again Phelzaron...my most excellent of apprentices."
Without looking back Phelzaron grabs several bottles of his masters Alchemical fire and tosses them far back over his shoulder. they both shatter and a small explosion of fire starts in the room. "My master....we should make sure he dies here." Bullvi says in a cautionary but subservient tone. "My friend...if he wanted us dead....we already would be so....I am not your master anymore, you are free, and now....so am I."
Leaving the tower they both hear what they believe to be laughter they look back to see the upper story aflame and what they could have sworn was a human figure staring out the window through the flames. "This was a test mi'lord?" Phelzaron looks down at his still bleeding chest and wipes more blood from his eyes as he stumbles down the country road. "Aye my friend....my final lesson."
