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He can still feel the wyter Braveheart supporting him and in addition mentally he is now praying against fear and darkness. "Remember that darkness creatures can't spot you... Mother's magic should protect you, Lady Jakkanna has said." His hands holding his sword and shield, Abul is unable to grip his Spolite medallion but feeling it against his chest reassures him somehow as it always does in the night.
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He can still feel the wyter Braveheart supporting him and in addition mentally he is now praying against fear and darkness. "Remember that darkness creatures can't spot you... Mother's magic should protect you, Lady Jakkana has said." His hands holding his sword and shield, Abul is unable to grip his Spolite medallion but feeling it against his chest reassures him somehow as it always does in the night.


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[[ChronP57 They think it's all over]]
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There's a pause for a moment - no-one can quite believe it. The fight's over. The Shade has fled, Barefang is a pile of smoldering ash.
Dori steps forward, sheathing her sword, kneels down by Aelf for a quick inspection of the damage. "He'll need the healers and fast - Kristen, too. Anyone else hurt?"
Behind them, the White Shields and Khan are finishing off the last of the zombies. The last? Well, almost. Abul, at the back of their group and looking back towards the spectacular duel, sees one remaining movement - one last zombie too mindless to have realised its master is dead. Only a trollkin, at that, plodding forwards with not so much a spear as a pointed stick. Its path, if uninterrupted, will take it directly into Kallyr's back.
Like all the legionaries, Abul's heart rejoices atthe end of the Evil Lord's Champion.
Then he sees the fragile and despicable trollkin undead and he remembers Lady Jakkana's lessons: "Evil or Good can't be really destroyed and every victory contains the seeds of the next battles, because the fight between Truth and Lie goes forever, testing the just, reinforcing the black-hearted."
Queen Kallyr is obviously the target and Abul understands that Kallyr Starbrow, as the agent of the Good God, is currently the central pillar sustaining their defence. For a very short moment, he wonders if his fears were sent by the Evil Lord or the Good God, because his fears made him staying behind and being the only one able to see the deadly threat and now fears are gone... replaced by a strong commitment to protect their light-holder.
Re-orienting the direction of his steps. Abul dashes to reach the zombie before it strikes..
He intercepts the trollkin with ease, despite the way running over this broken ground is obviously natural to it. But he isn't used to fighting the longer range of the crude spear, and finds a stab almost hitting him. He dodges backward, avoiding taking any damage himself from the sharp point uncomfortably close to his neck. There's a snapping sound as a chain breaks, the result of his own rapid movement and the unexpected strength of the trollkin zombie, and his amulet flies off into the Rubble.
With a rush of pure terror, Abul feels his magical medallion escaping him and vanishing into the depths of the night, there, somewhere, perhaps not so far away in the dirt of the Rubble. For a very short moment, life-long terrors of losing his cherished protection and life-long training to stick to his duties conflict, but Queen Kallyr is so near and so important, nearly radiating a demand for courageous action while the threat of the Enemy is still very real and requiring immediate response...
Abul raises his sword and with a long deep shout of mixed rage and despair, he charges again, striking the trollkin undead's spear with blind fury. He strikes as hard as he can, a battering flow of blows from his blessed straight long sword, sacrificing all defense for an immediate and definitive assault, perhaps after, some luck or some compassion from the universe will give him the time to retrieve the medallion. He bets everything in an intolerable and absolute desire to smash for ever all the dreaded threats he endured all his life while knowing perfectly well the full vanity of such movement... but is there a real choice for who aspires so ardently to become a true human according to the highest Carmanian standards?
Abul may have no defence, but the trollkin has no chance to attack. The first blow shatters its spear, the second removes an arm, and the remaining flurry leaves various bits of trollkin still moving, but separately.
But while he dismembers it, other things are happening around him. Shadows are coalescing again, though not, this time, around where Barefang has fallen. Six tall figures are starting to appear, surrounding him - figures out of nightmares, with four arms each, and barbed tails. [[NPCDemons Darkness Demons]]....
Abul has no time to rejoice in his own victory as he observes the apparitions with horror. "Oh no not again! Not so soon!" The sob in his voice is clearly not the voice of a generally over-serious young fighter called Abul al'Kathoum but the cry of an eight year old small boy simply called Kovis by his relatives.
Frantically, Abul begins to search for his lost Medallion, even if he strongly hesitates to approach the growing shadows. "Where is it? WHERE IS IT?" he shouts to the night in pure despair.
No medallion. Stone, gravel and sand, but no medallion... For the Good God's sake!
Abul's heart is about to burst.
Old visions of scattered dismembered arms and legs with scarified bodies pouring blood like rivers darken his mind...
Repeating his old prayer against fear like a obsessing mantra, Abul tries to hold his sword firmly and to stand up honourably to face the tall and so-impressive creature near him. The blade in his hand shakes as his whole body shakes. Abul's face, usually so miserly to express feelings, seems now molden in a white mask of pure dread where blood would have fled forever. Terror is so intense that it is nearly ecstatic.
Abul realizes then that Egil was right when he told him that every mortal was alone in front of Death... Even here in the middle of the Legion in arms, no one will dare to come with him, he had to start his life alone and lonely will be his trip into unknown...
This thought helps him to remind the moral Carmanian principles of the Hazar that his father Jamal inculcated in him. Instinctively raising his shield to protect his flank as he was trained again and again, Abul hopes to take the initiative and swings his blessed sword in the direction of the supposed position of the creature's heart... if it is has any.
"I swore to protect you Humakt!" he shouts with his so unnatural deep bass voice. "Here are my words!"
As if he was on the training ground, Abul plunges his blessed blade into the black thorax of the demon in a perfectly executed movement, but immediately he understands that this will not be enough: no rib cage resistance, no blood, no spasm, no reaction... The blade just impales its target, passing through the creature's muscled body and out from its back.
With a snarl, the demon answers by deliberately stabbing two of its sharp short blades deep in his shield and with the added strength of two of its arms, easily forces Abul to open his defence. In a desperate movement, the young fighter manages to disengage his long sword and letting his shield going loose, he tries to parry at least one of the last two attacking demonic members. Deviated, one bladed hand falls flat on him, while the other passes too much near to the Humakt-blessed sword. Normally such a heavy blade shouldn't have allowed such a quick recovery movement but its new lightness makes it surprisingly fast. The Carmanian blade bites the fourth armed member at wrist level, severing it with no obvious difficulty. A taloned fist still holding its heavy dagger falls on the ground in a curious sound. The demon makes a step back, disappointed perhaps.
It would have been a bright victory if the fight would have been against only one single human being, but as Abul turns to observe the rest of the demonic pack, he understands this is not the case.
Perceiving the rest of Khan's ten looking back amazed at him, he shouts to them in a foreseeing glimpse: "Fly, you fools!"
Five demons remain and in a weird ballet, they fall on him brutally. Synchronized like long trained dancers, two of them together stab in harmony deep into his both shoulder sockets, immediately killing any possibility of movement in Abul's arms, while other blades lacerate his legs making sure their enemy will not be able to stand up.
However Abul doesn't fall because before Earth calls him back, a flurry of sharp blows from somewhere Abul can't understand pierce his breast and belly several times.
His last vision is a demon jumping over his shoulder, holding his head firmly and knifing his throat twice in a inverse double movement of two razor-sharp blades.
Blood spreads high and strong from the pressure of the young human heart, showering the demons to their great delight.
Abul hadn't even time to voice his pain. The demons let him fall on his back. His face is still a white mask but now a mask where terror has permanently left some place for inhuman torment. Fresh blood is everywhere around...
Yenda hears Abul's shout and looks back for him. She clearly sees him surrounded by the Jukhar and calls to Graylor.
"Abul! He is surrounded by Jukhar. We have to save him!" Not waiting for her ten-thane she sets off towards Abul. She screams as she sees the blades sink into Abul's neck. The shock doesn't stop the rest of her body from pounding towards the demons. For the second time in the evening she starts singing, throwing her everything into the attempt to rescue her friend and confidant.
Dori looks up from Aelf's injuries (which seem to be spectacularly messy, but not actually all that bad) to see this. "Yenda, no!" Then when it's quite obvious she's being ignored: "Oh, for..... right, everyone, get them!"
Graylor orders the rest of his ten to help, he plucks his second sword from the smouldering remains of Barefang, thankful that Kogoeshinu lives up to its name "Ice". The hilt is cool to his hand and reassuring. The treatment of Abul however is not. A burning hatred for these creatures rises in his breast as he charges towards them, his ten running behind in wedge formation. On the run he calls on Ashar to help him protect a fallen Legionary. His intention is to crash through the ring of demons and protect Abul from further harm or at least protect his body from molestation. He hears Yenda's song over the pounding in his ears and his heart sinks. His protective feelings towards her drive him faster, to help her where he may.
Egil and his companions continue to pursue the shade until it has truly fled. Egil spins as he hears Abul yelling, "Damn him! If he'd done as he was told this would have been avoided. Come on you lot, the pup's in trouble." Charging across the space between himself and the demons Egil launches himself into the attack, closely followed by Gerras, Mauvin and Irnar. Rather than use the blade as a physical weapon he uses it as a focus for the power of Hu, and slashes at the nearest demon.
Gerras throws his magic against the demon he is attacking but baulks as it seems to bounce off, the otherworld creature doesn't even flinch. Seeing what is happening to Abul and fear for his own life and limbs makes him start to back away, he doesn't need to bring these things back to the pens to do the same to his tribe.
Egil redoubles his attack, trying as hard as he can to distract the demons from their grisly task.
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Abul is recovering his strength, discreetly sharing impressions with Yenda. "Egil was here when I swore to Daine to protect the Hum'Akt's servants, how could he expect me to voluntary run away like a chased hare?" Abul mutters to the young warrior. "He can accuse Sextus as much as he wants, venturing into the land of the Darkness Lord can only attract His attention. I'm sure that there is no coincidence here. He felt that we were growing strong, He moved His forces to create this battle... and this is just a new movement in His malignant plan, even if His agents are unaware of His will."
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Abul is recovering his strenghs, discreetly sharing impressions with Yenda. "Egil was here when I swore to Daine to protect the Hum'Akt's servants, how could he expect me to voluntary run away like a chased hare?" Abul mutters to the young warrioress. "He can accuse Sextus as much as he wants, venturing into the land of the Darkness Lord can only attract His attention. I'm sure that there is no coincidence here. He felt that we were growing strong, He moved His forces to create this battle... and this is just a new movement in His malignant plan, even if His agents are unaware of His will."


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Yenda hears Abul's shout and looks back for him. She clearly sees him surrounded by the Jukhar and calls to Graylor.
"Abul! He is surrounded by Jukhar. We have to save him!" Not waiting for her ten-thane she sets off towards Abul. She screams as she sees the blades sink into Abul's neck. The shock doesn't stop the rest of her body from pounding towards the demons. For the second time in the evening she starts singing, throwing her everything into the attempt to rescue her friend and confidant.
Dori looks up from Aelf's injuries (which seem to be spectacularly messy, but not actually all that bad) to see this. "Yenda, no!" Then when it's quite obvious she's being ignored: "Oh, for..... right, everyone, get them!"
Graylor orders the rest of his ten to help, he plucks his second sword from the smouldering remains of Barefang, thankful that Kogoeshinu lives up to its name "Ice". The hilt is cool to his hand and reassuring. The treatment of Abul however is not. A burning hatred for these creatures rises in his breast as he charges towards them, his ten running behind in wedge formation. On the run he calls on Ashar to help him protect a fallen Legionary. His intention is to crash through the ring of demons and protect Abul from further harm or at least protect his body from molestation. He hears Yenda's song over the pounding in his ears and his heart sinks. His protective feelings towards her drive him faster, to help her where he may.
Egil and his companions continue to pursue the shade until it has truly fled. Egil spins as he hears Abul yelling, "Damn him! If he'd done as he was told this would have been avoided. Come on you lot, the pup's in trouble." Charging across the space between himself and the demons Egil launches himself into the attack, closely followed by Gerras, Mauvin and Irnar. Rather than use the blade as a physical weapon he uses it as a focus for the power of Hu, and slashes at the nearest demon.
Gerras throws his magic against the demon he is attacking but baulks as it seems to bounce off, the otherworld creature doesn't even flinch. Seeing what is happening to Abul and fear for his own life and limbs makes him start to back away, he doesn't need to bring these things back to the pens to do the same to his tribe.
Egil redoubles his attack, trying as hard as he can to distract the demons from their grisly task.


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[[ChronP57 The Sword Path]]


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It would have been a bright victory if the fight would have been against only one single human being, but as Abul turns to observe the rest of the demonic pack, he understands this is not the case.
Perceiving the rest of Khan's ten looking back amazed at him, he shouts to them in a foreseeing glimpse: "Fly, you fools!"
Five demons remain and in a weird ballet, they fall on him brutally. Synchronized like long trained dancers, two of them together stab in harmony deep into his both shoulder sockets, immediately killing any possibility of movement in Abul's arms, while other blades lacerate his legs making sure their enemy will not be able to stand up.
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It would have been a bright victory if the fight would have been against only one single human being, but as Abul turns to observe the rest of the demonic pack, he understands this is not the case. Five demons remain and in a weird ballet, they fall on him brutally. Synchronized like long trained dancers, two of them together stab in harmony deep into his both shoulder sockets, immediately killing any possibility of movement in Abul's arms, while other blades lacerate his legs making sure their enemy will not be able to stand up.


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As if he was on the training ground, Abul plunges his blessed blade into the black thorax of the demon in a perfectly executed movement, but immediately he understands that this will not be enough: no rib cage resistance, no blood, no spasm, no reaction... The blade just impales its target, passing through the creature's muscled body and out from its back.
With a snarl, the demon answers by deliberately stabbing two of its sharp short blades deep in his shield and with the added strength of two of its arms, easily forces Abul to open his defence. In a desperate movement, the young fighter manages to disengage his long sword and letting his shield going loose, he tries to parry at least one of the last two attacking demonic members. Deviated, one bladed hand falls flat on him, while the other passes too much near to the Humakt-blessed sword. Normally such a heavy blade shouldn't have allowed such a quick recovery movement but its new lightness makes it surprisingly fast. The Carmanian blade bites the fourth armed member at wrist level, severing it with no obvious difficulty. A taloned fist still holding its heavy dagger falls on the ground in a curious sound. The demon makes a step back, disappointed perhaps.
It would have been a bright victory if the fight would have been against only one single human being, but as Abul turns to observe the rest of the demonic pack, he understands this is not the case. Five demons remain and in a weird ballet, they fall on him brutally. Synchronized like long trained dancers, two of them together stab in harmony deep into his both shoulder sockets, immediately killing any possibility of movement in Abul's arms, while other blades lacerate his legs making sure their enemy will not be able to stand up.
However Abul doesn't fall because before Earth calls him back, a flurry of sharp blows from somewhere Abul can't understand pierce his breast and belly several times.
His last vision is a demon jumping over his shoulder, holding his head firmly and knifing his throat twice in a inverse double movement of two razor-sharp blades.
Blood spreads high and strong from the pressure of the young human heart, showering the demons to their great delight.
Abul hadn't even time to voice his pain. The demons let him fall on his back. His face is still a white mask but now a mask where terror has permanently left some place for inhuman torment. Fresh blood is everywhere around...


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With a rush of pure terror, Abul feels his magical medallion escaping him and vanishing into the depths of the night, there, somewhere, perhaps not so far away in the dirt of the Rubble. For a very short moment, life-long terrors of losing his cherished protection and life-long training to stick to his duties conflict, but Queen Kallyr is so near and so important, nearly radiating a demand for courageous action while the threat of the Enemy is still very real and requiring immediate response...
Abul raises his sword and with a long deep shout of mixed rage and despair, he charges again, striking the trollkin undead's spear with blind fury. He strikes as hard as he can, a battering flow of blows from his blessed straight long sword, sacrificing all defense for an immediate and definitive assault, perhaps after, some luck or some compassion from the universe will give him the time to retrieve the medallion. He bets everything in an intolerable and absolute desire to smash for ever all the dreaded threats he endured all his life while knowing perfectly well the full vanity of such movement... but is there a real choice for who aspires so ardently to become a true human according to the highest Carmanian standards?
Abul may have no defence, but the trollkin has no chance to attack. The first blow shatters its spear, the second removes an arm, and the remaining flurry leaves various bits of trollkin still moving, but separately.
But while he dismembers it, other things are happening around him. Shadows are coalescing again, though not, this time, around where Barefang has fallen. Six tall figures are starting to appear, surrounding him - figures out of nightmares, with four arms each, and barbed tails. [[NPCDemons Darkness Demons]]....


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No medallion. Stone, gravel and sand, but no medallion... For the Good God's sake!
Abul's heart is about to burst.
Old visions of scattered dismembered arms and legs with scarified bodies pouring blood like rivers darken his mind...
Repeating his old prayer against fear like a obsessing mantra, Abul tries to hold his sword firmly and to stand up honourably to face the tall and so-impressive creature near him. The blade in his hand shakes as his whole body shakes. Abul's face, usually so miserly to express feelings, seems now molden in a white mask of pure dread where blood would have fled forever. Terror is so intense that it is nearly ecstatic.
Abul realizes then that Egil was right when he told him that every mortal was alone in front of Death... Even here in the middle of the Legion in arms, no one will dare to come with him, he had to start his life alone and lonely will be his trip into unknown...
This thought helps him to remind the moral Carmanian principles of the Hazar that his father Jamal inculcated in him. Instinctively raising his shield to protect his flank as he was trained again and again, Abul hopes to take the initiative and swings his blessed sword in the direction of the supposed position of the creature's heart... if it is has any.
"I swore to protect you Humakt!" he shouts with his so unnatural deep bass voice. "Here are my words!"


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Abul has no time to rejoice in his own victory as he observes the apparitions with horror. "Oh no not again! Not so soon!" The sob in his voice is clearly not the voice of a generally over-serious young fighter called Abul al'Kathoum but the cry of an eight year old small boy simply called Kovis by his relatives.
Frantically, Abul begins to search for his lost Medallion, even if he strongly hesitates to approach the growing shadows. "Where is it? WHERE IS IT?" he shouts to the night in pure despair.
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With a rush of pure terror, Abul feels his magical medallion escaping him and vanishing into the depths of the night, there, somewhere, perhaps not so far away in the dirt of the Rubble. For a very short moment, life-long terrors of losing his cherished protection and life-long training to stick to his duties conflict, but Queen Kallyr is so near and so important, almost radiating a demand for courageous action while the threat of the Enemy is still very real and requiring immediate response...
Abul raises his sword and with a long deep shout of mixed rage and despair, he charges again, striking the trollkin undead's spear with blind fury. He strikes as hard as he can, a battering flow of blows from his blessed straight long sword, sacrifying all defenses for an immediate and definitve assault, perhaps after, some luck or some compassion from the universe will give him the time to retrieve the medallion. He bets everything in an intolerable and absolute desire to smash for ever all the dreaded threats he endured all his life while knowing perfectly the full vanity of such movement... but is there a real choice for who aspires so ardently to become a true human according to the highest Carmanian standards?
Abul may have no defence, but the trollkin has no chance to attack. The first blow shatters its spear, the second removes an arm, and the remaining flurry leaves various bits of trollkin still moving, but separately.
But while he dismembers it, other things are happening around him. Shadows are coalescing again, though not, this time, around where Barefang has fallen. Six tall figures are starting to appear, surrounding him - figures out of nightmares, with four arms each, and barbed tails. [[NPCDemons Darkness Demons]]....


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With a rush of pure terror, Abul feels his magical medallion escaping him and vanishing into the depths of the night, there, somewhere, perhaps not so far away in the dirt of the Rubble. For a very short moment, life-long terrors of losing his cherished protection and life-long training to stick to his duties conflict, but Queen Kallyr is so near and so important, almost radiating a demand for courageous action while the threat of the Enemy is still very real and requiring immediate response...
Abul raises his sword and with a long deep shout of mixed rage and despair, he charges again, striking the trollkin undead's spear with blind fury. He strikes as hard as he can, a battering flow of blows from his blessed straight long sword, sacrifying all defenses for an immediate and definitve assault, perhaps after, some luck or some compassion from the universe will give him the time to retrieve the medallion. He bets everything in an intolerable and absolute desire to smash for ever all the dreaded threats he endured all his life while knowing perfectly the full vanity of such movement... but is there a real choice for who aspires so ardently to become a true human according to the highest Carmanian standards?
Abul may have no defence, but the trollkin has no chance to attack. The first blow shatters its spear, the second removes an arm, and the remaining flurry leaves various bits of trollkin still moving, but separately.
But while he dismembers it, other things are happening around him. Shadows are coalescing again, though not, this time, around where Barefang has fallen. Six tall figures are starting to appear, surrounding him - figures out of nightmares, with four arms each, and barbed tails. [[NPCDemons Darkness Demons]]....


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Re-orienting the direction of his steps. Abul dashes to reach the zombie before it strikes..
He intercepts the trollkin with ease, despite the way running over this broken ground is obviously natural to it. But he isn't used to fighting the longer range of the crude spear, and finds a stab almost hitting him. He dodges backward, avoiding taking any damage himself from the sharp point uncomfortably close to his neck. There's a snapping sound as a chain breaks, the result of his own rapid movement and the unexpected strength of the trollkin zombie, and his amulet flies off into the Rubble.
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Re-orienting the direction of his steps. Abul dashes to reach the zombie before he strikes..


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Like all the legionaries, Abul's heart rejoices atthe end of the Evil Lord's Champion.
Then he sees the fragile and despicable trollkin undead and he remembers Lady Jakkana's lessons: "Evil or Good can't be really destroyed and every victory contains the seeds of the next battles, because the fight between Truth and Lie goes forever, testing the just, reinforcing the black-hearted."
Queen Kallyr is obviously the target and Abul understands that Kallyr Starbrow, as the agent of the Good God, is currently the central pillar sustaining their defence. For a very short moment, he wonders if his fears were sent by the Evil Lord or the Good God, because his fears made him staying behind and being the only one able to see the deadly threat and now fears are gone... replaced by a strong commitment to protect their light-holder.
Re-orienting the direction of his steps. Abul dashes to reach the zombie before he strikes..


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There's a pause for a moment - no-one can quite believe it. The fight's over. The Shade has fled, Barefang is a pile of smoldering ash.
Dori steps forward, sheathing her sword, kneels down by Aelf for a quick inspection of the damage. "He'll need the healers and fast - Kristen, too. Anyone else hurt?"
Behind them, the White Shields and Khan are finishing off the last of the zombies. The last? Well, almost. Abul, at the back of their group and looking back towards the spectacular duel, sees one remaining movement - one last zombie too mindless to have realised its master is dead. Only a trollkin, at that, plodding forwards with not so much a spear as a pointed stick. Its path, if uninterrupted, will take it directly into Kallyr's back.


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Mouthing the words of the God Aelfwyrd faces Krzant Barefang with ritual grace. The Death Lord, garbed in tattered crimson, roars his challenge with brazen contempt. The mountainous aberration was a nightmare and terrible to behold. The Hater, the Destroyer, was strong with this one, more so after death. The dark and fearful divinity of Zorak Zoran bound within the mundane shell.
Barefang bellows blood vengeance but staggers uncertainly. The blade wedged into its knee joint made even walking difficult. But the Death Lord still manages to assault first, savage and deadly accurate. The troll rains down crushing blows with what must have once been a troll kin.
Aelf desperately dodges and feints but cannot stop a final lunging bite. Barefang instinctively chomps but with an empty maw, those lead teeth now shattered. But those jaws still lock around an arm and for a moment come close to tearing it free.
The two combatants break, and for a few moments circle, eyeing each other in silence.
The Death Lord spits an obscene and guttural curse. The Legions of Death would come for him and from beyond the grave. The Far Walker closes fast like a snake. He darts left and right as the huge corpse tries in vein to claw off his head.
As powerful as the Death Lord was it would make a mistake. All he need do is wait it out. Patience in a duel - after all - was a virtue.
Barefang tires on the dance, throws a huge hay-maker punch. It is a long time coming and Aelf feints left with ease. The Uz tumbles forward and those glittering blades rake into the beast's flank. Krzant lurches to halt as stinking ropes of intestine flop to the floor. Maggots, flies and other filth pour from the grinning wound.
The Death Lord responds immediately with a crunching backhand. The impact is so hard it sends Aelf flying into the air. He lands about ten feet away in crumpled heap on the dirt.
The God within him demands more. Aelf is unfazed about his bloodied face, nor the dark blue gashes and ripped flesh. Slowly he rises.
Barefang lumbers towards the Far Walker but too slowly. Aelf hurls himself into the air once more, cart wheeling over and over till he was behind the monster. The towering undead tries to turn but falters with a deafening crack. The beas's knee shatters. Kogoeshinu had done its job well.
Aelf seizes this opening and his own blade flashes brightly in the gloom. The troll's arm, severed at the elbow, hits the dirt with a wet sloppy sound.
The Death Lord bellows with rage and crashes into the young Kargani. The Far Walker hits the deck flat on his back. Barefang, all one thousand pounds of rotting flesh, lands right on top of him a heartbeat later. Aelf feels ribs crack, internal organs burst and a shoulder pop out of the socket. He is stunned but conscious.
The two are eye to eye now, the troll's stinking breath and gaping maw only inches from his face. Barefang snarls triumphantly. The monster's one good claw locks around his throat and begins to squeeze.
The Legionnaire could hear the boots of his sword brothers closing fast. The Legionnaires beseech their God and cleave the undead monstrosity as one. But Barefang did not notice and not did he stop.
Time seemed to slow and the battle became silent and serene. There would be no defeat - not today. Jonrol has blessed him. He could feel a presence. Was the saint with him now?
Aelf smiles and murmurs his oath for the last time. He recalls those defiled and slaughtered in gratuitous and berserker frenzy.
They would know his truth. Their time was now.
His one good arm locates the Seven Dragon Blade and with a short prayer stabs at the troll's head. The sinister looking weapon has many blades, barbs and spikes. But it is the long bladed spear that punches through Barefang's skull.
The Death Lord's expression as one of complete disbelief.
A foul and greasy black fire consumes the festering husk, fetid flames flooding from both eyes. The divine essence crackles and spits like wildfire and then it is gone. All that is left are sparks and a pile of ash in the cool night air.
Aelfwyrd lies bloodied and broken, surrounded by Legionaries.
It is done. His oath honoured.
Krzant Barefang is dead.


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Graylor calls to his ten. "We want containment lads. This unholy, monster has escaped before. We won't let it happen again today."
As the men spread out to surround Barefang, Graylor takes the opportunity to attack again. He spins under the troll's flailing free arm and blocks upwards with Enjou spreading fire into the forearm of Barefang. His trajectory takes him behind the agonised troll where Graylor plants Kogoeshinu deep into the exposed back of Barefang's knee. Kogoeshinu's magic immediately freezing the joint and crippling the troll's movements. Graylor dances free leaving Kogoeshinu embedded where it can continue to work its magic.


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Offering a quick prayer to Hu and to his new sword Egil now concentrates on the blade, "Make this white stone gleam and shine across the night." he calls gently to the sword. At first it only glimmers gently but seeing this small success encourages Egil and it feeds back into the sword making the glow stronger and brighter until the area is bathed in a pale white light. The light fades until it reaches a region of blackness where he assumes the undead troll to be.
As the light falls from the battlefield, such that even Ashar can't illuminate it. Egil changes his plan once more. "You lot try to keep the beast busy." Then he heads to where the wall was a moment ago and swings Barzaad's Tooth in a powerful arc, shearing off a lump of the dirty white stone to reveal fresh, clean stone.
Leaving the wall glowing behind him, Egil charges after his friends, "We kill the shade, let the others kill the mummy." he calls to them.
Gerras's Mean and Meaner spirits help him in his fight against this foe from another world, but as he rushes into the dark sphere his foot finds a rabbit hole and with a yell he twists his ankle and tumbles to the ground.
Egil charges at the centre of the darkness, Barzaad's Tooth sweeps in a great arc, its gleaming, sharp edge irrelevant, as it channels Hu's power in a strike against the Darkness being. Death's power overwhelms it and if it can feel fear it shows it as it shifts quickly away seeking shelter shade and darkness away from the fight. Mauvin's cutting wind howls through but has as much effect as a gale against the night. Irnar leaping after bounds into the fray, slashing at the dark enemy.


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Kallyr concentrates again, and more light appears - but uneven, patchy, concentrated on the remains of those lead teeth on the ground. "What the....? that's changed! All right, new battlefield, new target, no, make that targets..." Landros, still partly connected, can feel her wrenching the aim to a new direction and spread in mid-cast. The result isn't perfect, but there's now a clearly defined sphere near Barefang that's darker than the rest (and moving away), and the rest of the general area around all of them is more or less lit.


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"The last light in the darkness..." she echoed softly. "And the watch isn't over yet. Third time lucky, perhaps. I can do this - <i>we</i> can do this." She suddenly smiles at him, dawn breaking through the mental darkness if not yet through its physical manifestation. "I'm not alone - he is. Let's get him!"
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"The last light in the darkness..." she echoed softly. "And the watch isn't over yet. Third time lucky, perhaps. I can do this - //we// can do this." She suddenly smiles at him, dawn breaking through the mental darkness if not yet through its physical manifestation. "I'm not alone - he is. Let's get him!"


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Now panic is near but the sounds of the cautious approach of Khan and the white ten in shieldwall formation give him an unexpected relief. He calls to the swordsmaster in a low voice, then when he's icily ignored, goes over to him. Anticipating his better's requests, he informs him quickly "The rest of the pack was just behind a ruined wall a few steps ahead. They should be here in a few seconds. If I may suggest if you separate in two groups and follow the wall, I'm pretty sure that we will find enough enemies at each end. This way, we will cover our backs and be sure to have a safe distance between us..."
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Now panic is near but the sounds of the cautious approach of Khan and the white ten in shieldwall formation give him an unexpected relief. He calls the swordsmaster to him in a low voice, then when he's icily ignored, goes over to him. Anticipating his better's requests, he informs him quickly "The rest of the pack was just behind a ruined wall a few steps ahead. They should be here in a few seconds. If I may suggest if you separate in two groups and follow the wall, I'm pretty sure that we will find enough enemies at each end. This way, we will cover our backs and be sure to have a safe distance between us..."


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Graylor's first movement isn't to put himself in the path of the charging troll. It is to the side whilst Hilord, Bofrost and Olend provide the blocking. The rest of his ten are still too shocked to provide any meaningful help. Graylor suddenly spins and leaps high, timing his jump and trajectory to perfection, seeming to hover over Barefang's poorly protected shoulder. Both blades descend in a pale blue arc, their light bright due to the proximity of the undead troll. Perhaps the trail of light is what alerts Barefang. He lifts his great shoulder and twists slightly to take the twin blows on some of his good armour. The blades bite deep into the lead, but not deep enough to cause the troll any damage. Barefang allows his twisting to continue bringing his mace swiftly round to the point where Graylor must land. But Graylor has used his swords as a pivot, his legs swing inwards and kick off the troll's powerful thigh and Graylor flips over the mace. However, Barefang pistons out his free fist straight into Graylor's chest. Graylor offers a silent prayer of thanks to Humakt for his magically enhanced armour that takes most of the force of the blow and by rolling backwards he takes the rest of the force without injury. Somewhat fortunately the blow from the Uz sent Graylor back to his ten.
Graylor realised that all the lights were going out, first the battlefield illumination then the deathlight from their swords. The manner of the extinguishing was strange: instead of a gradual fading it seemed, for all the world, that some great, invisible being was eating the light in great mouthfuls.
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Graylor's first movement isn't to put himself in the path of the charging troll. It is to the side whilst Hilord, Bofrost and Olend provide the blocking. The rest of his ten are still too shocked to provide any meaningful help. Graylor suddenly spins and leaps high, timing his jump and trajectory to perfection, seeming to hover over Barefang's poorly protected shoulder. Both blades descend in a pale blue arc, their light bright due to the proximity of the undead troll. Perhaps the trail of light is what alerts Barefang. He lifts his great shoulder and twists slightly to take the twin blows on some of his good armour. The blades bite deep into the lead, but not deep enough to cause the troll any damage. Barefang allows his twisting to continue bringing his mace swiftly round to the point where Graylor must land. But Graylor has used his swords as a pivot, his legs swing inwards and kick off the troll's powerful thigh and Graylor flips over the mace. However, Barefang pistons out his free fist straight into Graylor's chest. Graylor offers a silent prayer of thanks to Humakt for his magically enhanced armour that takes most of the force of the blow and by rolling backwards he takes the rest of the force without injury.
Somewhat fortunately the blow from the Uz sent Graylor back to his ten. Only the light from his swords, which was recognised by Santhis, prevented him from an ignominious death at the hands of his own soldiers. It was then he realised that all the lights were going out: first the battlefield illumination then the deathlight from their swords. The manner of the extinguishing was strange: instead of a gradual fading it seemed, for all the world, that some great, invisible being was eating the light in great mouthfuls.


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"Give us a moment ma'am. Irnar, your senses are the best, can you get a line on him?" The two move off quietly to one side to get a different perspective. Irnar sub-vocalises prayers to Yinkin to let him see the hidden enemy and Graylor is mouthing his newly learned spell to find undead blood. In moments Irnar is able to confirm Barefang's location, behind the tallest standing wall. Quickly they return and report.
Somewhat fortunately the blow from the Uz sent Graylor back to his ten. Only the light from his swords, which was recognised by Santhis, prevented him from an ignominious death at the hands of his own soldiers. It was then he realised that all the lights were going out: first the battlefield illumination then the deathlight from their swords. The manner of the extinguishing was strange: instead of a gradual fading it seemed, for all the world, that some great, invisible being was eating the light in great mouthfuls.
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"Give us a moment marm. Irnar, your senses are the best, can you get a line on him?" The two move off quietly to one side to get a different perspective. Irnar sub-vocalises prayers to Yinkin to let him see the hidden enemy and Graylor is mouthing his newly learned spell to find undead blood. In moments Irnar is able to confirm Barefang's location, behind the tallest standing wall. Quickly they return and report.
Somewhat fortunately the blow from the Uz sent Graylor back to his ten. Only the light from his swords, which was recognised by Santhis, prevented him from an ignominious death at the
hands of his own soldiers. It was then he realised that all the lights were going out: first the battlefield illumination then the deathlight from their swords. The manner of the extinguishing was strange: instead of a gradual fading it seemed, for all the world, that some great, invisible being was eating the light in great mouthfuls.


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He faces the stench of Terror as much as he can, but Abul's courage is broken. Trying to save his face the best he can, he stays among the other legionnaires trying to support them as much as he is able.


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In a fervent prayer to Idovanus he then tries to cast his preferred feat "Light in Dark" on the area, but too much emotion and lack of time ruins his prayer. Even the Legion's wyter seems unable to hear him.
With some apprehension, he requests, "May I join your ranks?"
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When the light seems to die, Abul is still standing next to the wriggling remains of his first zombie, with great disgust, he cautiously makes a step aside and from below his shield, checks for the next threat. Before he can feel the first symptoms of panic, Abul reassures himself, "Nothing surprising, nothing unexpected: one of His agents destroyed, Evil Ganesatarus blows the light away in response... how predictible... perhaps I can counter him."
In a fervent prayer to Idovanus he then tries to cast his prefered feat "Light in Dark" on the area, but too much emotion and lack of time ruins his prayer. Even the Legion's wyter seems unable to hear him.
Now panic is near but the sounds of the cautious approach of Khan and the white ten in shieldwall formation give him an unexpected relief. He calls the swordsmaster to him in a low voice, then when he's icily ignored, goes over to him. Anticipating his better's requests, he informs him quickly "The rest of the pack was just behind a ruined wall a few steps ahead. They should be here in a few seconds. If I may suggest if you separate in two groups and follow the wall, I'm pretty sure that we will find enough enemies at each end. This way, we will cover our backs and be sure to have a safe distance between us..."
With some apprehension, he requests, " May I join your ranks?"

As usual, the cold Humakti doesn't answer vocally but immediately separates with an hand sign the ten in to two groups, each keeping the shieldwall formation. Taking the lead, the Ralian swordmaster chooses the right part of the wall from where the most noise of the undead seems to come. The other group turns toward Abul, trusting his scout report.
The young Carmanian takes the left direction without question. Marching in one single front line but hiding behind the ruined wall the group progresses carefully. Abul guides somehow relying on his good memory.
He can still feel the wyter Braveheart supporting him and in addition mentally he is now praying against fear and darkness. "Remember that darkness creatures can't spot you... Mother's magic should protect you, Lady Jakkana has said." His hands holding his sword and shield, Abul is unable to grip his Spolite medallion but feeling it against his chest reassures him somehow as it always does in the night.
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When the light seems to die, Abul is still standing upon his first zombie checking for the next threat. Before he can feel the first symptoms of panic, Abul reassures himself. "Nothing surprising, nothing unexpected: one of His agents destroyed, Evil Ganesatarus blows the light away in response... how predictible... perhaps I can counter him."
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Hearing the cautious approach of Khan, he calls the swordsmaster to him in a low voice and anticipating his better's requests he quickly suggests, "The rest of the pack was just behind a ruined wall a few steps ahead. They should be here in a few seconds. May I suggest we separate? If each us follows the wall, I'm pretty sure that we will find enough enemies at each end. We will cover our backs and be sure to have a safe distance between us..."
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When the light seems to die, Abul is still standing upon his first zombie checking for the next threat. Before he can feel the first symptoms of panic, Abul reassures himself. "Nothing surprising, nothing unexpected: one of His agents destroyed, Evil Ganesatarus blows the light away in response... how predictible... perhaps I can counter him."
In a fervent prayer to Idovanus he then tries to cast his preferred feat "Light in Dark" on the area.
Hearing the cautious approach of Khan, he calls the swordsmaster to him in a low voice and anticipating his better's requests he quickly suggests, "The rest of the pack was just behind a ruined wall a few steps ahead. They should be here in a few seconds. May I suggest we separate? If each us follows the wall, I'm pretty sure that we will find enough enemies at each end. We will cover our backs and be sure to have a safe distance between us..."
As usual, the cold Humakti doesn't answer but immediately takes the lead, choosing the right part of the wall from where the noisier group of undead seem to come.
Abul takes the left direction without question. Hiding behind the ruined wall and relying on his good, he progresses cautiously. In his mind, he is now praying against fear and darkness. 'Remember that darkness creatures can't spot you... Mother's magic should protect you has said Lady Jakkana.' His hands holding his sword and shield, Abul is unable to grip his spolite medallion but feeling it against his chest reassures him as it always does in the night.
The first zombie appears much too soon, but Abul raises his shield anyway, while plunging low in the intention to cut deep into a leg...


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Somewhat fortunately the blow from the Uz sent Graylor back to his ten. Only the light from his swords, which was recognised by Santhis, prevented him from an ignominious death at the
hands of his own soldiers. It was then he realised that all the lights were going out: first the battlefield illumination then the deathlight from their swords. The manner of the extinguishing was strange: instead of a gradual fading it seemed, for all the world, that some great, invisible being was eating the light in great mouthfuls.
"Close ranks and form shieldwall," he orders. "At least you now know where your friends are. For now anything else is an enemy."
Irnar fares somewhat better. He is used to the dark and Yinkin's blessings have given him the ability to see, even in the blackest of nights. He also has a sense of smell, not that you needed much of one for Barefang, and other senses equally sharp. He leaps forward to attack again and steps into the shade surrounding Barefang.
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Where there was light it was suddenly dark, a billowing inky blackness. The Far Walker was worried; he and the other Legionnaires are wide open. Aelf had fought blindfolded back in Furthest, in the arena, one a few occasional. The moon fawning toadies thought it great sport. But this was different, no single foe, but a pitch battle, in the darkness, against a mob of trolls and their creations.
He tries to focus on Barefang; listening intently for the tell tale growling, stomping and biting of the Death Lord. It was those teeth, the grinding and gnashing, that stood out in the battle din. He could hear them now; splitting amour, chomping flesh and cracking bone. Disgusting.
But then he had a rather odd thought. Why keep his distance from those teeth? What would Barefang be without those great lead tombstones? But how could he be disarmed?
The answer, and was often the case, was in his hands.
To most the sinister looking Dragon Blade was perhaps some nightmare instrument of torture but to his mind it could not a faulted, a perfect union of sword, spear, staff and trident. Having the poking and snaring capabilities of the trident, the ripping, slicing, and thrusting ability of the bladed spear, the cutting of the sword, the block and strike hit of a staff, and pull slice of a hook sword. The blades twist and bifurcation, razor sharp points, with strange runes carved deep into the ebony and ivory that run the length of the haft.
Aelf could not see Barefang but the troll was not too far away. He could hear the all too familiar sound of a limb, perhaps an arm, being severed and swallowed.
He needed to act quickly and to lure his foe. Turning his back on the screaming he stumbles about; feigning blindness and disorientation. As anticipated the Death Lord stomps over growling unpleasantly in dark tongue. A monstrously foul and nauseating stench assailed his nostrils. Barefang was real close now.
Turning half circle the Far Walker lunges forward and strikes into the gloom. The Zorak Zorani was about to attack but instead got a mouthful of razor sharp blades. Instinctively it bites down with those great metal gnashers and cuts its own maw to ribbons.
The Karganite swiftly puts boot to jaw trying to recover the weapon for all his worth. There is a sickening screech of metal on metal. Then deafening cracks and a wildfire magical discharge. The Dragon Blade suddenly pulls free and with it comes a shower of lead. Those terrible tombstone teeth are no more. There shattered and smoking remains land in the dirt with a dull thud.
There is a terrible roar from the Death Lord. Different than before; rage certainly and perhaps the slightest hint of doubt.


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