Trapped Within Darkness

[Nerull]

As Nerull's cloak was pulled towards the floor from the force of the gravity, he prepared another spell so as to knock the girl off of her feet. This spell however, was disrupted by the fact that his incorporeal body had been flattened onto the hard stone tiles underneath the folds of his own robes, now much much heavier do to the increased gravity.

As Nerull shifted out of the radius effected by the spell, he rapidly regained his shape again, "Though the effects of such a spell do not harm me... they are quite annoying to extract oneself from them."

"It seems that being outnumbered does not daunt you, however, not retreating when your means of attack do nothing is litle more than idiocy," as he finished speaking, his arms moved together, almost as though he were praying to some profane god. The dim glow of the candles that were lit inside of the citadel winked out as an unholy darkness crept from Nerulls form. As the whole of the foyer was covered in the light devouring blackness, the glimmerring seals on the doors dissapated at the moment Nerull began to channel his power into this new spell. (This last bit is to tone the power of my character as he is only an apprentice at the time :-P)

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean held her hands out, ready for his spell.
"Idoicy is what you may see but bravery is what is truley outnumbering." she said, watching them through the darkness.

[Viktor Delacro]

"You are incorrect, what is truly outnumbering is two on one."

Viktor grabbed the girl's wrists with his powerful hands, still covered in searing frost, thus ruining any chance of a counterspell. If there was one trick he learned to combat mages back in his day, it was bind their hands, for they need them to cast their spells.

"It's simply basic math, young one."

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean winced as he grabbed her wrists. "Let go of me." she shrieked, kicking at him. "I say let me go."
Her screams were not as fatal as her anger in which could be more lethal.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor lifted the girl up by her wrists, bringing her face to face. He gave a deep look into the little intruder's eyes. She was no menace, just an exploring little girl. An elementalist to be true, but a youngling. There was a fear there, a flicker in the back of her eyes. Nearly imperceptible and well hidden, but he lived on fear, she had it aplenty. Merely hiding it under a facade of attack magic and brave words.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean felt anger rise inside her. "I did not stutter sir, now LET ME GO." she said, her voice growing stronger as she look deeply in his eyes. Avean worked hard to keep fear out of her eyes so no weakness was shown.

[Viktor Delacro]

"So easy. I could crush out of you right now. Give a good reason why I shouldn't just tighten my grip until you simply cease to breathe?"

He slowly began to constrict his hands.

[Nerull]

Nerull glanced towards the pair of them grappling on the floor, "Such barbaric means of restraint Delacro," he said as he brought his hands down after having charged his spell.

"This way is so much more satisfying," as his arms lowered, the air surrounding him grew colder. The air began to shift around him and move towards the girl leaving frost on the ground in its wake. As the icy tendrils of now forming mist moved around her feet, they became frozen to the ground. Ice rapidly began to move up her legs from the point that the spell hit her, drawing closer and closer to envelpoing her completely inside of a block of thickening ice.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean slowly felt her throat close and an icy hand engrose her body. A simple 'oh' slipped from her lips as she felt the life being sucked from her, the breath that had once existed slowly fell to a silence.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor slowly let go of the frozen girl. She lay stil lon the floor of the chamber.

"I assume you still have your vast repertoire of necromancy, Nerull?"

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean's head slumped to the side, her eyes still wide open as if she was still looking at someone.

[Nerull]

After casting the spell to freeze the girl, Nerull drifted down slightly, almost touching the floor with the lower edge of his cloak. The spell had drained him more than he had thought it would, "I've been locked jup in here for too long," he muttered to himself, "I need to release myself from this cage of stone."

He regained his composure and hovered over to where Viktor stood, "I still have my collection of spells. But I have not been much in practice with them so I have no idea of how useful they will be at the moment. Usually with necromancy there is a need of something to work it upon, and my solitude in this place has left me with precious little to work with."

"But what exactly would you like me to do with this girl? She may be useful as a vessel to contain my spirit, but I am unsure as to how long the spell's to do so would hold. I hope it would be long enough to find a more suitable vessel though, especially if you have not brought one with yourself tonight."

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor brushed the residual frost off of his armor and he paced around the frozen girl. This spell wouldn't last long if he remembered it correctly.

"We could always kill her and give your necromancy some practice, but as for a host she might do well for a short period of time. Besides, I haven't yet discovered the key to your curse, I'm still trying to work on mine."

[David Augustine]

His breathe was like smoke. He stood a good distance away but only one had seen him thus far and that was Avean. She was in trouble and needed his help. He could probably handle the warrior that was there, but the mage that was with him was another story. His armor would protect him from any dark magic but that wouldn't stop the mage from supporting the warrior that he was with. David was hiding ontop of a structure and out of sight. His spear on his back and sword at his side, he thought about how he was going to do this. It was a most difficult decision. He had promised her that he would let her be harmed again. "Avean." he whispered quitely, "Fight it, I know you can. Trust your feelings and don't be afraid of what may come. Sometimes even fear can be a strength."

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean laid still, her eyes open and staring at blankly. She felt a presence watching her, it gave her strength. Avean took a deep breath, the ice breaking free. "David." she gasped, thinking of the power he gave her. She jumped to her feet, her eyes glowing a misty blue.