Post by Rane on Jan 28, 2019 6:57:25 GMT -5
*This first part took place during one of my recent jaunts through the Storm Horns it sets the pace for initial rp. If your character happens to be in the storm horns to witness this. Then so be it.*
Somewhere deep in the storm horns and orc screamed as it was blasted away to near nothingness. Before the pile of ash stood an imposing figure. The man in question was closer to seven feet tall than six, and was covered in powerful magic that melted the snow beneath his feet. His form was ethereal, and several stones swirled around him. Salazar pondered to himself as the orc lay at his feet and muttered out loud, "i'm getting slow." He rubbed his hands together which had begun to shake violently, but it wasn't the cold that caused them to shake.
"Was breaking that sword truely worth it?" He spoke these words out loud. No one was around to hear them, nor did he care. Salazar had become accustomed to being alone. No one, would trust a Red Wizard. Especially him. "I have made it far with these hands, and now they betray me" he said. Surely it was a cruel game some god played with him. But he knew it was something more. In his minds eye he saw an attack before it happened and turned to grasp an orc's wrist before it could drop a sword on top of his head.
Salazar smirked at the creature and wagged a finger. "Apologies my friend, but premonition has saved me from far worse." The orc had a look of fear upon him now. What kind of wizard could stop a big burly fighter and have such a deathly grip? Before the creature could mount a counter attack the wizard sped through a spell. He had nearly mastered the ability to combine metamagics by now. A sudden burst of negative energy drained the orc's form to but flesh and bone, and then came a fireball. Salazar had protected himself, but the orc's now wretched form was blown to pieces.
Salazar coughed as he breathed in a whisp of smoke and ash. The cough became worse until the Arch Mage was down on his knees. He reached into a coat pocket and withdrew some cloth and wiped his mouth. Blood... The cloth was covered in blood. He hadn't been struck by an orc. Something was wrong. Suddenly from his left he heard heavy footfalls that shook the recent snowfall from its resting place. Around a hillside came a gigantic golem. In its hands it held a writhing orc who shouted and screamed in terror.
"Was that the last one?" Salazar looked to the Golem questioningly. The gigantic construct grabbed the orc's head. Despite the orc's hands slapping at the golem furiously the golem's grip held true. With one final shriek the orc jerked and then went limp. The golem dropped the orc's body and then his head fell into the snow to meet him. The golem stood still and offered Salazar no response.
"Well it looks like it." Salazar turned from the Golem to view their handywork. He rubbed his hands together and glanced at the cloth he had discarded upon the ground. Salazar sent the golem away and mumbled to himself. A sudden pop in the snowy filled mountain tops was seen as the arch mage teleported away.
*I wrote that to set the scene*
"Is the owner in?"
Salazar looked to the bar maid in the Tipsy Imp questioningly. The only sign that he had recently come from a snowy mountain was the ice that had formed on his staff, which had slowly begun to melt.
"I'll just take a table over here."
Salazar heads to an empty table and has a seat. He pulls out a few old tomes and spreads them out upon the table. Each of them are turned to certain pages. The red wizard reclines back and pours himself a glass of wine. He entertains himself with his books while he waits for someone to enter.
Somewhere deep in the storm horns and orc screamed as it was blasted away to near nothingness. Before the pile of ash stood an imposing figure. The man in question was closer to seven feet tall than six, and was covered in powerful magic that melted the snow beneath his feet. His form was ethereal, and several stones swirled around him. Salazar pondered to himself as the orc lay at his feet and muttered out loud, "i'm getting slow." He rubbed his hands together which had begun to shake violently, but it wasn't the cold that caused them to shake.
"Was breaking that sword truely worth it?" He spoke these words out loud. No one was around to hear them, nor did he care. Salazar had become accustomed to being alone. No one, would trust a Red Wizard. Especially him. "I have made it far with these hands, and now they betray me" he said. Surely it was a cruel game some god played with him. But he knew it was something more. In his minds eye he saw an attack before it happened and turned to grasp an orc's wrist before it could drop a sword on top of his head.
Salazar smirked at the creature and wagged a finger. "Apologies my friend, but premonition has saved me from far worse." The orc had a look of fear upon him now. What kind of wizard could stop a big burly fighter and have such a deathly grip? Before the creature could mount a counter attack the wizard sped through a spell. He had nearly mastered the ability to combine metamagics by now. A sudden burst of negative energy drained the orc's form to but flesh and bone, and then came a fireball. Salazar had protected himself, but the orc's now wretched form was blown to pieces.
Salazar coughed as he breathed in a whisp of smoke and ash. The cough became worse until the Arch Mage was down on his knees. He reached into a coat pocket and withdrew some cloth and wiped his mouth. Blood... The cloth was covered in blood. He hadn't been struck by an orc. Something was wrong. Suddenly from his left he heard heavy footfalls that shook the recent snowfall from its resting place. Around a hillside came a gigantic golem. In its hands it held a writhing orc who shouted and screamed in terror.
"Was that the last one?" Salazar looked to the Golem questioningly. The gigantic construct grabbed the orc's head. Despite the orc's hands slapping at the golem furiously the golem's grip held true. With one final shriek the orc jerked and then went limp. The golem dropped the orc's body and then his head fell into the snow to meet him. The golem stood still and offered Salazar no response.
"Well it looks like it." Salazar turned from the Golem to view their handywork. He rubbed his hands together and glanced at the cloth he had discarded upon the ground. Salazar sent the golem away and mumbled to himself. A sudden pop in the snowy filled mountain tops was seen as the arch mage teleported away.
*I wrote that to set the scene*
"Is the owner in?"
Salazar looked to the bar maid in the Tipsy Imp questioningly. The only sign that he had recently come from a snowy mountain was the ice that had formed on his staff, which had slowly begun to melt.
"I'll just take a table over here."
Salazar heads to an empty table and has a seat. He pulls out a few old tomes and spreads them out upon the table. Each of them are turned to certain pages. The red wizard reclines back and pours himself a glass of wine. He entertains himself with his books while he waits for someone to enter.