Viktor Delacro
Warrior 
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:46:56 GMT -5
Viktor's angered flared at Nerull, but his deathly glare went to the interloper. He drew his sword.
"Get together? I think I should take you apart! Slowly..."
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 22, 2005 0:50:31 GMT -5
Avean glared apon the man. She made her way up to the balcony and stood before him.
"Take me apart...it wouldn't do you any good...no real purpose." she said, her eyes locked on his angered face.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 0:53:47 GMT -5
"And what purpose does letting you live serve me? I see no difference, and I'm a bigger lover of bloodshed than mercy."
He turned to look up at her on the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 22, 2005 0:57:01 GMT -5
Avean chuckled. "You are blinded by anger." she said, loud enough to be heard. "I am going to look for what I came for and to leave both of you alone for I have no business listening to your talk...it is of no use to me."
She made her way from him, taking her precious time.
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Nerull
Mage 
Apprentice[M:0]
Posts: 23
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Post by Nerull on Nov 22, 2005 1:03:19 GMT -5
Nerull turned to look at this impertinent female as she spoke back to Delacro. His "arms" raising slightly as she approached them. Deadly incantations flashed across his mind as he prepared to summon up his powers should the need arise.
"It seems, girl, you are deluding yourself into thinking that after your display of ignorance you will be allowed to leave here unscathed," his eyes narrowed in her direction, his momentary argument with Delacro set aside for the moment, "I believe Viktor, that if you do not have the necessary sacrifice I demanded you to bring, that this vessel shall do nicely."
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 22, 2005 1:07:52 GMT -5
Avean looked at him, not threatened at all. "Is it ignorance you see, then you are truley blind my sir. I am only speaking of the truth and the truth should not be ignorant in anyway." she said, bordum traced in her tone. Avean didn't find him threatening at all, for she didn't fear one who was blinded by the anger that binds ones soul.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 1:25:09 GMT -5
"Fine then, you speak of ignorance, while seeking knowledge is it?"
Viktor waved a hand to Nerull with a sharp grin.
"Shut and seal all the doors in the Citadel."
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Nerull
Mage
Apprentice[M:0]
Posts: 23
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Post by Nerull on Nov 22, 2005 1:35:32 GMT -5
"With pleasure..."
If he had a true face he would have smiled, since he did not, he just raised his arms and spread them out. The tendrils shot out towards the exits as he began to chant in a very deep rumble.
A massive "boom" echoed throughout the halls as every door in the citadel slammed shut as one. The borders of each one now glowing with a faint blue glow as they had been magically sealed with Nerull's spell.
"It appears that you shall have no choice but to stay within the confines of this building," Nerull hissed.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 22, 2005 16:40:02 GMT -5
"Being confined here isn't so bad though, just look at what it did to dear Nerull."
Viktor grinned with unusual humor.
"Although, you may have to spend your eternity here in several bloody chunks."
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 22, 2005 19:26:29 GMT -5
Avean did not look afraid at all. "You are both just fearsome..." she commented, her tone bored and annoyed.
"Freezudo" she growled under her breath. Avean waved her hand to Viktor, his body freezing instantly.
She turned to the other.
"Gravirei" she said. The other was pushed to the ground by the increased force of gravity.
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Nerull
Mage
Apprentice[M:0]
Posts: 23
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Post by Nerull on Nov 23, 2005 14:49:27 GMT -5
OOC:I hate to post out of character, but do to circumstances we'll have to put a hold onto this post for a few days. Viktor will be offline until Sunday (I believe, at least he said something like that)
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 23, 2005 19:03:27 GMT -5
OOC: OK it will give me sometime to strengthen up
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 27, 2005 18:59:55 GMT -5
Vikotr moved sluggishly under the heavy frost, drawing his blade.
"Do you know how cold it is in Hell, young one? It's colder than any two-bit ice spell from an inexperienced mage."
There was a creak of his armor and he stepped as though the ice did not affect him. He looked over at the crumpled mass of fabric left by the gravity spell. There was a large wisp of mist left in the air.
"Get up, you useless incorporeal lump!"
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Post by Avean Luxenbourg on Nov 28, 2005 2:55:45 GMT -5
Avean held her arms at ready. "I thought you were going to take me apart sir....I think now would be the time to think again." she said, staring angerily at Viktor.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Nov 28, 2005 10:09:48 GMT -5
"The power of Tiamat is unbridled, impudent one."
Viktor flicked his sword out with his wrist. The frost now coating the blade fell off at the quick movement.
"I find that killing those full of mockery and bravado is often the greatest entertainment, so come young one. Entertain me."
Viktor twirled back into his fighting stance and brought his cloak up with his off hand.
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