Post by wizardonhaste on Jan 8, 2010 12:08:34 GMT
... "wake up" whispered long, dark-violet grass, tenderly touching the face of a young drow female, peacefully sleeping under a huge, twisted tree in just what mother has born her.
... "wake up" whispered a short breether, sending a wave of her silver-white hair down from her chick.... "wake up" said the earth and stones around her.... "wake up" screeched dozens of small, insect-like creatures, busily crawling all around.
... "wake up... the silent darkness of the grove is in danger... we have intruders". Isandel opened her eyes and saw a huge spider, sitting on the branches of the tree and staring on her without any movement. A messenger like this could only mean something serious, so Isandel tuned into his mind frequencies without delay. "What hapenned?"- she asked. "Intruders...surfacers...south. Come fire, myconids dying, trees burn... help... can't stand for long...". More was not required, now when she awakened, she could clearly sense pain and sorrow streaming through the whole forest, starting somewhere south. With lighting speed she jumped into the warm air...opening a pair of large bat-like wings behind her back, in one moment turning herself into a harpy.
She flied south, towards the unkown danger that threatens the everlasting harmony of the Dark Forest, singing the song of curse upon those enemies, warning the forest and waking it up.
Soon, the feelings of terror and death have become much more intensive, and Isandel could clearly feel the enemy behind a small formation of rocks, serving as a homeplace to the family of Myconids. She knew the Father of a young colony, old and wise myconid- Daurgon, who teached her when she was a child. In just a few minutes she could hear the screams and sounds of battle. "They are not aware of me now... and they shouldn't be."- she thought, turning 90 degrees down towards the ground, in eagle manner. Few meters before reaching the ground, she threw her hands and feet forward...landing on all four like cats do...even the most huge cats. When Isandel came closer, shock and sorrow fell into her heart. It wasn't a battle, it was slaughter. A group of well armed warriors reinforced by heavy spellpower were slaughtering the Myconid colony. All of the group members were surfacers, except for two Duergar Mercenaries, probaby hired as guides. She couldn't waste a second anymore, she jumped upon the heads of mercyless group... reinforcing her body with the wrath of nature and streaming it into a frightening roar. The sight of a werewolf like creature, jumping out of the bushes and shacking the rocks with THIS kind of roar has gotten the attackers to become grey in hair. From the next jump Isandel has reached one of the Duergar Mercenaries, a sturdy typical scum-dwarf wearing an axe and a heavy dwarven plate. Strike. Isandel's claw smashes through the plate, piercing dwarves armor, cloth, flesh, bones and coming out from his back. "AAuu...", whispered the dwarf, falling on the ground, while Isandel have already attacked her next target- a young priest, bearing the markings of Merkul. He still was frightened with the happenings and stayed with a pale face, trying to mumble out a prayer. His last one. The plate, hidden behind the robes, could withstand the strike that nearly torn his arm and shoulder away. In a next few moments, the attackers understood what happened and threw themselves into a reckless attack. An old man with a look of experienced adventurer, probably the leader of the group, and a friend of fallen duergar unleashed a storm of blows upon Isandel, putting her on defensive. Behind their backs, Isandel saw a young wizard with concentrated look upon him, he already understood the whole situation and now was performing some wizardry. His arms moved around, drawing strange symbols in the air, while lips were saying some kind of spell. "And that's not good"- thought Isandel, jumping towards the caster. His voice has become more loud and signs more fast, a bright violet light appeared in front of him. Isandel couldn't reach him fast enough, and mage has performed his casting, a swirling horde of magical projectiles rushed towards Isandel, biting her every place and inflictig wounds to the whole body. "I'll see you cut asunder!"- screamed Isandel covering the distance between herself and the mage in another jump. Another critical strike, and wizards head, separated from the body rolls on the dark-violet grass, taggin a blood trail along.
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... "wake up" whispered a short breether, sending a wave of her silver-white hair down from her chick.... "wake up" said the earth and stones around her.... "wake up" screeched dozens of small, insect-like creatures, busily crawling all around.
... "wake up... the silent darkness of the grove is in danger... we have intruders". Isandel opened her eyes and saw a huge spider, sitting on the branches of the tree and staring on her without any movement. A messenger like this could only mean something serious, so Isandel tuned into his mind frequencies without delay. "What hapenned?"- she asked. "Intruders...surfacers...south. Come fire, myconids dying, trees burn... help... can't stand for long...". More was not required, now when she awakened, she could clearly sense pain and sorrow streaming through the whole forest, starting somewhere south. With lighting speed she jumped into the warm air...opening a pair of large bat-like wings behind her back, in one moment turning herself into a harpy.
She flied south, towards the unkown danger that threatens the everlasting harmony of the Dark Forest, singing the song of curse upon those enemies, warning the forest and waking it up.
Soon, the feelings of terror and death have become much more intensive, and Isandel could clearly feel the enemy behind a small formation of rocks, serving as a homeplace to the family of Myconids. She knew the Father of a young colony, old and wise myconid- Daurgon, who teached her when she was a child. In just a few minutes she could hear the screams and sounds of battle. "They are not aware of me now... and they shouldn't be."- she thought, turning 90 degrees down towards the ground, in eagle manner. Few meters before reaching the ground, she threw her hands and feet forward...landing on all four like cats do...even the most huge cats. When Isandel came closer, shock and sorrow fell into her heart. It wasn't a battle, it was slaughter. A group of well armed warriors reinforced by heavy spellpower were slaughtering the Myconid colony. All of the group members were surfacers, except for two Duergar Mercenaries, probaby hired as guides. She couldn't waste a second anymore, she jumped upon the heads of mercyless group... reinforcing her body with the wrath of nature and streaming it into a frightening roar. The sight of a werewolf like creature, jumping out of the bushes and shacking the rocks with THIS kind of roar has gotten the attackers to become grey in hair. From the next jump Isandel has reached one of the Duergar Mercenaries, a sturdy typical scum-dwarf wearing an axe and a heavy dwarven plate. Strike. Isandel's claw smashes through the plate, piercing dwarves armor, cloth, flesh, bones and coming out from his back. "AAuu...", whispered the dwarf, falling on the ground, while Isandel have already attacked her next target- a young priest, bearing the markings of Merkul. He still was frightened with the happenings and stayed with a pale face, trying to mumble out a prayer. His last one. The plate, hidden behind the robes, could withstand the strike that nearly torn his arm and shoulder away. In a next few moments, the attackers understood what happened and threw themselves into a reckless attack. An old man with a look of experienced adventurer, probably the leader of the group, and a friend of fallen duergar unleashed a storm of blows upon Isandel, putting her on defensive. Behind their backs, Isandel saw a young wizard with concentrated look upon him, he already understood the whole situation and now was performing some wizardry. His arms moved around, drawing strange symbols in the air, while lips were saying some kind of spell. "And that's not good"- thought Isandel, jumping towards the caster. His voice has become more loud and signs more fast, a bright violet light appeared in front of him. Isandel couldn't reach him fast enough, and mage has performed his casting, a swirling horde of magical projectiles rushed towards Isandel, biting her every place and inflictig wounds to the whole body. "I'll see you cut asunder!"- screamed Isandel covering the distance between herself and the mage in another jump. Another critical strike, and wizards head, separated from the body rolls on the dark-violet grass, taggin a blood trail along.
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