Post by Hyokin on Oct 26, 2008 8:11:28 GMT -4
Chapter 1. The Mountain of Illusion
Hyokin and Zeon emerged from the house and drew their weapons. A large bull, followed by three smaller ogres, was just finishing off the meat on some poor villager’s bones when they spotted new prey. Hyokin pointed to the bull, “You want it?”
“Hell yeah,” Zeon smirked, “We won’t even need Grayle for this,”
Hyokin smiled, “Don’t get cocky, Zeon,”
“Just try and stop me,” Zeon grinned running towards the bull ogre. The behemoth roared in challenge, its tusks seemed to glisten at the sight of fresh meat. Hyokin wasted no time in bathing himself in an illusion spell which created two doppelgangers beside him and sending them after the three other ogres. Zeon moved to the side, drawing the charging bull from the crowd while Hyokin had his illusions circle the ogres.
“Die!” Roared one of the ogres, slamming his fist down on one of the dopplegangers. Hyokin took the moment of confusion as the ogre passed through the doppelganger to create a fireball in his palm and slam it into the ogre’s face. The ogre inhaled flames and fell back, clutching its throat and coughing on blood and burnt flesh.
Zeon was having some difficulty with the bull. He had managed to lure it away from houses, but now faced the trouble of fighting it in the open. Zeon had engulfed his sword in a living flame and sliced the bull up a bit, but ogres were able to ignore pain and charge until they died of blood loss.
“Little help?” Zeon called, deflecting the bull’s fists with his blade.
Hyokin shot a bolt of lightning into the back of the bull, not enough to harm it, he was conserving magic, but enough to make it turn around long enough for Zeon to slice its head off with a swift cut. Warm, green blood sprayed across the road, smelling of rancid garlic. The two remaining ogres roared as their comrades fell, one drew a handgun from its hilt and fired a barrage of red-hot needles into Zeon, who spun around and took them in the back.
“No!” Hyokin roared, lifted the ogre with a gust of wind and slamming it down on its skull. The ogre survived, but was terribly confused. Hyokin rushed to Zeon’s side as he fell over, he was unharmed, the needles had not penetrated his skin. Hyokin found this odd, but decided to focus on the task at hand. Lifting Zeon’s sword from the unconscious elf’s hand, he spun around and cut the ogre-who-had-been-charging’s head off. The dazed ogre had shaken off his confusion and fired another barrage of needles at Hyokin, who cast a spell as he charged the pushed air away from him, bumping the projectiles away from his body with an invisible wall of wind. The ogre panicked as he closed in and threw it’s weapon at him, to no avail. Hyokin drew close, released the spell and was about to cut the ogre when it kicked up dirt into his eyes. Hyokin fell to the ground in a heap and tried to clear his eyes, only to feel himself being lifted by the scruff of his neck and held high.
A loud fwoosh made Hyokin wince, but he felt no pain. The ogre was emitted warmth, Hyokin suddenly realized it was on fire. Zeon! A sudden tearing noise and free fall made Hyokin dizzy as he realized Zeon had cut his cloak free of the ogre and pulled him to safety. He cleared his eyes and saw the ogre bodies lay in a pile, flames slowly melting their remains. Zeon was kneeling beside him, his right arm was bleeding heavily with several of the needle projectiles poking out.
“Zeon?” Hyokin said, “Are you alright?”
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Hyokin and Zeon emerged from the house and drew their weapons. A large bull, followed by three smaller ogres, was just finishing off the meat on some poor villager’s bones when they spotted new prey. Hyokin pointed to the bull, “You want it?”
“Hell yeah,” Zeon smirked, “We won’t even need Grayle for this,”
Hyokin smiled, “Don’t get cocky, Zeon,”
“Just try and stop me,” Zeon grinned running towards the bull ogre. The behemoth roared in challenge, its tusks seemed to glisten at the sight of fresh meat. Hyokin wasted no time in bathing himself in an illusion spell which created two doppelgangers beside him and sending them after the three other ogres. Zeon moved to the side, drawing the charging bull from the crowd while Hyokin had his illusions circle the ogres.
“Die!” Roared one of the ogres, slamming his fist down on one of the dopplegangers. Hyokin took the moment of confusion as the ogre passed through the doppelganger to create a fireball in his palm and slam it into the ogre’s face. The ogre inhaled flames and fell back, clutching its throat and coughing on blood and burnt flesh.
Zeon was having some difficulty with the bull. He had managed to lure it away from houses, but now faced the trouble of fighting it in the open. Zeon had engulfed his sword in a living flame and sliced the bull up a bit, but ogres were able to ignore pain and charge until they died of blood loss.
“Little help?” Zeon called, deflecting the bull’s fists with his blade.
Hyokin shot a bolt of lightning into the back of the bull, not enough to harm it, he was conserving magic, but enough to make it turn around long enough for Zeon to slice its head off with a swift cut. Warm, green blood sprayed across the road, smelling of rancid garlic. The two remaining ogres roared as their comrades fell, one drew a handgun from its hilt and fired a barrage of red-hot needles into Zeon, who spun around and took them in the back.
“No!” Hyokin roared, lifted the ogre with a gust of wind and slamming it down on its skull. The ogre survived, but was terribly confused. Hyokin rushed to Zeon’s side as he fell over, he was unharmed, the needles had not penetrated his skin. Hyokin found this odd, but decided to focus on the task at hand. Lifting Zeon’s sword from the unconscious elf’s hand, he spun around and cut the ogre-who-had-been-charging’s head off. The dazed ogre had shaken off his confusion and fired another barrage of needles at Hyokin, who cast a spell as he charged the pushed air away from him, bumping the projectiles away from his body with an invisible wall of wind. The ogre panicked as he closed in and threw it’s weapon at him, to no avail. Hyokin drew close, released the spell and was about to cut the ogre when it kicked up dirt into his eyes. Hyokin fell to the ground in a heap and tried to clear his eyes, only to feel himself being lifted by the scruff of his neck and held high.
A loud fwoosh made Hyokin wince, but he felt no pain. The ogre was emitted warmth, Hyokin suddenly realized it was on fire. Zeon! A sudden tearing noise and free fall made Hyokin dizzy as he realized Zeon had cut his cloak free of the ogre and pulled him to safety. He cleared his eyes and saw the ogre bodies lay in a pile, flames slowly melting their remains. Zeon was kneeling beside him, his right arm was bleeding heavily with several of the needle projectiles poking out.
“Zeon?” Hyokin said, “Are you alright?”
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