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Post by shadowknight on Oct 7, 2015 16:43:37 GMT
Brunwulf
He grimaced as the torn flesh roughly mended under the healing magic leaving scar. 'Thats going to be sore for a while', he thought and stepped out into the room, there was an old wooden stair case leading down into a ceremonial chamber filled with embalming tools and seemingly inert draugr on tables. He noted the ashen remains of the archer on a balcony across the way in front of an open coffin. As he took a step on the creaking stairs he saw the pup bolting across the chamber and down a hallway, an axe wielding draugr on its tail. Grunting through the lingering pain in his leg Brunwulf gave chase the best he could, as he reached the hall way the draugr tripped a pressure plate on the far side, disappearing around a corner as the ancient gears sprung to life. Four bladed pendulums rocked back and fourth across the passage way in an alternating pattern. "So," he said over his shoulder, trying to get the swing pattern timed, "what do you think my chances slipping through this are?"
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 7, 2015 16:52:52 GMT
Crius
Crius couldn't contain a short laugh as he recalled multiple occasions of Draugr and other dimwitted fools being sliced and diced so casually. "For you? No chance I'd take. Allow me." With his right hand he prepared in it a conjuration spell. He opened a portal to Oblivion and within it a small imp like creature appeared. It skittered for several seconds before leaping and using it's weight to pull a switch that was nearby to deactivate the trap. Without a sound Crius walked forward.
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 7, 2015 17:33:41 GMT
Brunwulf
"Show off." He muttered under his breath and continued on, the bound axe in one hand as he marched swiftly past Coris. They continued on for several minutes, dealing with traps and the occasional draugr as they go. Brunwulf rounded a corner, the pup was cornered by a pare of the undead creatures against a large, heavy door behind it. Brunwulf charged them, giving a short leap into the air and using his weight to slam the bound axe down on one of the creatures, killing it almost instantly, a large bolt of lightning slammed into the other one from behind. Brunwulf slowly crouched down and stuck his hand out, the pup shrunk back and gave a little growl. "Its going to be ok little guy." Suddenly the torches sprung to life all along the dark passage way behind them, illuminating the sealed coffins that had been shrouded in darkness. One by one the lids popped free and the the Draugr stepped out, more heavily armored than the previous ones. "Well this isn't good." he looked at Coris, "I think were getting closer to the heart of the ruin."
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 7, 2015 18:09:03 GMT
Crius
Crius nodded his head in agreement and without warning he opened two passage ways to Oblivion. From the depths of Oblivion came two figures clad from head to toe in Daedric Armor, sword and shield in hand. "Commence Operation:Decimation" the twin Dremora Lords shifted into combat stances as Crius stood back with his arms crossed. Once the draugr's were fully out of their tombs the Daedric duo marched forward with weapons prepared. The draugr swarmed them in mass, it was quite the sight to see. The dremora lords didn't falter as their shields held off waraxes,ice spikes, and other sorts of deadly attacks. Their swords attacks were swift and sure, be heading draugr or hacking off limbs to take them out of the fight. Within several minutes the venerable swarm was terminated. "Operation:Decimation-Success,Dismissed" Without a sound the twin dremora lords dismissed themselves returning to their plane of Oblivion.
Crius unfolded his arms and spoke up "We may continue onward,if further threats appear I shall re-summon the Black Sentinels."
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 7, 2015 20:25:27 GMT
Brunwulf
He laughed, "You summoners take the fun out of everything." Brunwulf said as he turned back to the wolf puppy, noticing a small patch of red on its fur,blood oozed from a small slash in its side. Brunwulf ripped part of his tunic free, the bound axe vanishing as he released it, and moved in slow and steady motions, he spoke to the pup calmly. "Easy....easy..." he said, bandaging the creatures wound. The puppy gave a short whimper as he finished tying off the bandage and lifted the pup off the ground. With a sudden jolt the large doors opened to a long room lit with dozens of flickering torches, six coffins lined the room, each with a carving of a dragon behind it. In the center was a grand coffin, with a snarl two large Draugr stepped out from behind a set of pillars on each side, "Death lords." he said, a small twinge of fear ran up his spine. Of all the draugr the Death Lords were some of the most fierce, few have faced them.....fewer have survived. The pup began wriggling, pushing free from Brunwulf's grip it scampered into the shadows of the large room. Brunwulf snatched up an ancient rusted greatsword that had been dropped by one of the creatures the dremora had killed and readied himself. "If you have anymore tricks up your sleeve Coris....now is the time to pull them out."
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 7, 2015 20:59:12 GMT
Crius
Crius nodded in agreement. Though the Black Sentinel's were not needed for such a fight.....It's been time since he showed off. "Very well Brunwulf, if you desire tricks than you shall have them." With that he prepared one spell, though this spell would prove most entertaining. With that he released his spell. From the planes of Oblivion came forth a single Frost Atronarch though this one was off compared to other frost atronarchs. Instead of having no identifiable face within it's frozen confines...was a skull specifically a skull of a frost giant. This was the spirit of Karstaag forcefully infused into a Frost Atronarch Thrall he invested time into this particular summon. "Karstaag...engage." The unique frost atronarch glowed an angry red for a moment before charging forward. Quite frankly there was very few differences between this frost atronarch and others. For alas Crius was powerful but he was not capable of infusing the atronarch with Karstaag's legendary strength, though to counteract this weakness the Frost Atronarch was more durable by several magnitudes and it showed when one of the Death Lord's shouted at Karstaag's Frost Revenant. The Frost Revenant was in flight for several seconds before landing on it's back. Crius tilted his head. "This should prove interesting."
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 7, 2015 21:19:24 GMT
Brunwulf
As Coris's creation engaged one Death Lord, Brunwulf charged the other. 'Wait for it' He though as he closed the distance, ancient greatsword readied to strike, the Death Lord inhaled and leaned back. 'Now!' Brunwulf screamed to himself and threw himself to the right as the creature shouted, a wall of air and sound ripped past him. He picked himself up and struck, his blade bouncing off the creatures Ebony shield, barely scratching the surface. The Lord's ebony blade came down in a slash, Brunwulf back peddled with the blade slicing through the front of his tunic. Brunwulf saw his opportunity and struck, jabbing the blade into the Death Lord's side....his jaw slackened as a gargled laugh erupted from its maw. Its shield slammed into him, propelling him back wards, his death grip on the sword yanking it free. "ZUN-HAAL-VIIK!" The words reached Brunwulf's ears before he was able to steady his footing, his weapon ripped from his grasp and clattered across the stone floor. 'Gods damn it!' Brunwulf ducked under another blade swing and dove for the blade. Snatching it up he rolled on his back, just in time to catch the down swung blade of the Death Lord.......
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 7, 2015 21:36:24 GMT
Crius
Crius was watching as his creation tangled with the death lord, being repeatedly shouted at only to arise once more and continue the slow and tedious experiment of where the Frost Revenant's durability ended. Clearly there were signs of slices and cracks but they were disappearing as Karstaag's former frozen aura was condensed to skin on skin contact though this had the side effect of giving the Frost Revenant a form of 'regeneration'. The now angry red Frost Revenant continued to brawl with the death lord without Crius giving support. After all if he wanted this battle would have ended with one good spell. 'But that would be too easy now would it?' He mentally smirked as he saw his creation continue to do battle
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 7, 2015 23:06:58 GMT
Brunwulf
His muscles burned as the ebony blade forced itself closer to his face, his eyes locked with the cold blue glow in its dead sockets. The sound of skittering claws on stone drew his attention, the wolf pup had latched itself onto one of the Dread Lord's ankles, its teeth embedded in the dead flesh as it gave its most fearsome snarl. The Death Lord was unphased by its newest attacker, lifting its assaulted leg it shook the pup loose; however , this gave Brunwulf the opening he needed. With a kick to the one leg still on the ground, the Death Lord tumbled forward, Brunwulf rolled out of the way and regained his footing. "Round two monster."
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 7, 2015 23:18:15 GMT
Crius
Crius tilted his head as the Frost Revenant did battle and clearly it showed that even at a slight disadvantage in the beginning the Frost Revenant was gaining the upper hand. "So Draugr, it seems you're end is near. Know this day that Coris has defeated you." This had the advantage of turning the Draugr Death Lord's head in his direction. That distraction was all the Frost Revenant needed. It drove it's Ice spike of a hand into the abdomen of the undead and with it's club like hand began the tedious process of beating the draugr to death once more.
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 8, 2015 4:05:48 GMT
Brunwulf
Brunwulf charged the Death Lord, slamming weapon's rusted blade into it again and again as it slowly rose to its feat. The wolf pup biting at its feat and legs, fearlessly fighting a rotten giant. As the Death Lord rose full standing, Brunwulf put all he could into one final swing. Time seemed to stand still as the ancient blade collided with the ebony shield, he felt the metal give before the sound reached his ears. Shards of rusted metal clattered to the floor like solid rain as the blade shattered with the force of his blow leaving him with nothing but a hilt with a jagged, torn, spike at one end. Brunwulf staggered back, losing track of the moment as he stared at the broken blade, "FUS-" he snapped back into the moment....to late. The shout hit him before the next two words reached his ears. He slammed hard into a statue on the far wall with a sickening crack, blood splattered the area from the hole torn in his arm by a shattered bone. His body was running on pure adrenaline now, barely registering the third Death Lord standing in the corner near the blood splattered statue, he fully focused on the monster barring down on him; however, it was different some how.....'the shield!' The ebony shield lay discarded on the ground, the other half of his great sword blade embedded in its face, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. His grip tightened around the hilt with his one good hand, the broken arm pressed tightly to his side. The Death Lord reached him, swinging high. Brunwulf ducked the attack and twirled around his attacker, it spun to counter, delivering a downward slash. Brunwulf jumped back, the tip of the ebony blade leaving a long scratch down his chest. 'Come on...come on!' He yelled in his head as it reared back for another swing,'give me an-' a blur of white launched through the air as the wolf pup leapt into the air, its maw wrapped tightly around the Death Lord's sword arm. The weight behind the attack jerked its arm backwards giving Brunwulf the attack opening he needed. With the last of his energy he struck, jamming the jagged metal at the hilts end up through the Death Lord's chin and out the top of its head, it's helmet clattering to the ground as Brunwulf watched the light fade from its hollow sockets. "Find peace in Sovenguard Draugr" he grumbled as he released the hilt letting the corpse fall to the ground with a thud, collapseing to his knees in exhaustion with the bandaged wolf pup curling up next to him panting.
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 8, 2015 4:16:24 GMT
Crius
Crius watched in interest as Brunwulf used a simple but effective tactic. 'Well played.' His eyes flickered over to the Frost Revenant now standing over the dead draugr. 'I knew it, the Frost Revenant's field test was a success.' With that he noticed a third Draugr Death Lord and prepared it when his instincts told him to halt. '?' Something was going to happen very quickly, perhaps it would be interesting to see what happens.
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Post by Knukails on Oct 8, 2015 12:57:09 GMT
Bah Ragul Rein
The statue began to crack. Its eyes glowed gold & and fog fell through the cracks. "Bah Ragul Rein...". It said lowly. The Death Lord turned to face it. "Bah Ragul Rein...". It began to shake, & slowly move. It tilts its head up at the Death Lord. "BAH...RAGUL....REIIIIIIIN"! The statue roared as it returned to life. The Death Lord moved to attack but was too slow. The statue dodged it & grabbed a sword. Though after a few seconds it disintegrated, same thing happened when it avoided another attack & obtained a weapon. "FUS RO DAH"! The Draugr screamed. Sending the statue flying into a wall. As soon as it hit the ground it was like the wind. A flurry of attacks descend on the Draugr, though none where very effective. A new plan was needed. It dodged a heavy swing then grabbed the arm as it returned. The statues chest heaved as if inhaling. Then with a roar spewed a torrent of flame from its maw, super heating the Death Lords breastplate. Then grits its teeth & breaths frost onto the Dread Lord, flash freezing its chest. It swiftly taps its chest before sticking it under the ribs & shoulder ramming it towards a wall. The Draugr tries to strike but gets its sword redirected to its chest, running through the thick armor & impaling it to the wall. The grand coffins slides open & without missing a beat the statue was on it. The Death lord opened its mouth. "FUS...". The statue hopped over the coffin. The Priest inside begins to rise, looking down at the statue. "Dur Dukaan Naas". "RO". the statue grabs a knife from the ground swiftly thrusting it forward. "DAH"! The Death Lords final shout rushes at the Statue, catching the priest in the path & forcing its throat through the knife that disintegrated as it passed through. The statue lifts the priests head. "NID". It breathed fire into the wound, engulfing the priests insides with fire. It rips off the mask as it thrashes in the coffin. Fire engulfs the statue as its body shed its stone & was replaced with armor. The mask shaping into a helmet.
It turned to face the other two in the room. Fire raging in the coffin behind it.
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Post by Zeritia on Oct 8, 2015 15:32:06 GMT
Crius
That display of skill was impressive however it now begged the question if this thing would attempt to kill them. So in that exact moment he decided that he was fortunate to have studied the dragon language to the best of his abilities even so far as to return to High Hrothgar to learn the language. Though he did admit that he attempted to learn the way of the voice for a short time, it seems that some cosmic force prevented him from gaining this power. "Wo los hi ulfah?" His voice became deep as he attempted to break the communication barrier. If he pronounced it correctly he asked "Who are you creature?"
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Post by shadowknight on Oct 8, 2015 15:38:49 GMT
Brunwulf
"Well," he said, ripping what was left of his tunic free and wrapped his wounded arm, stopped the bleeding the best he could,"that's something you don't see every day....even traveling with a mage." An unsteady hand snatched up the ebony sword of his fallen adversary and he stood shakeily to his feat, his new furry friend placing itself between him and this bizarre new creature.
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