You shiver and sweat. That man's probably going to settle things once and for all! A number of thoughts rush through your mind, you quickly grab onto the first one you can.
You chant ancient words and gesture. Dark powers flow in from the beyond, and center at one spot.
You finish the spell and grim flames appear next to you. You have never tried this before, and was often warned not to. The man is walking on towards you, but seeing the magic on display, he slows down, and his caution grows.
Dark figure resembling your kin appears, reeking of sorcery far fouler, than whatever you have picked on the man. You speak in ancient language and order it to attack
"Shoot. That's... A shade?" he whispers. "
Sas, you didn't tell me he's a witch, too! How does one fight these..." The summon begins to cast his own spell to ground and weaken your foe.
The warrior passes his sword from left to right hand gracefully, and takes out a small flask out his coat, with some oil-like liquid. You can feel it's power, and decide to foil his plans, whatever those might be.
You charge forward and try to hit him with antlers in order to smash the bottle, but he, despite not looking at you at all, deftly parries with his sword, continuing to watch the shade carefully.
Then he kicks you in the chest, knocking you back.
You fall over, you feel like if your bowels were playing tag all over your stomach. That wasn't strength of a mere man, and only strengthens all your suspicions...
Your opponent has seemingly no idea how to use the potion, so he splash it over himself, drink a bit and brandish his blade.
The spell the wraith uses he resists so far, but the mindless reflection doesn't give up.
The spell manages to break some kind of illusion from the man, at least partially. It reveals his flaming red eyes, dreadful and fell looking. He charges towards the shade, and his oiled blade glows.
With few slashes of his newly enchanted sword, the shade slowly vanishes, back to... Wherever you summoned it from. As for what lies beyond death, little do your people have concern for. Unfortunately for you, as you're not quite done with the fight, and the tide has turned, if you have had any advantage at all.
The man turns towards to you, regaining his initial confidence in the meantime. You know zou are not having a good time.
*crack* *crack* *crack*
You're surrounded by incessant cracking.
The blade shatters, as the shards cease to glow, and fall into the snow.
The man stares on the hilt that had a blade on it just a moment before, dumbfounded.
"Miserable magic..." he says and spits to the side, on the broken mess.
He comes and strikes a triumphant pose over you just like you did over Sas. And just like him, you're trembling sensekess. Not just because he has upper hand. Because of the sheer awe radiating from him. Inhuman.
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"Get up, pal."
"What the... You ju...
Rotten moss, who are you and what's your deal, human?!!" you cry at the top of your lungs. Your friend is dead, you perform questionable rituals to save your skin, all apparently for nothing.
"See, you're a deer wizard. Henceforth, I have no interest in killing you..."
"
Then what? Awhile, you apparently had. I summoned a dead person, just for you to... What's wrong with you?"
The man chuckles.
"They call me Flax. What am I doing? Livin'. Right now, I'm here with a hunter body from a hamlet, pursuing food. Just look at Sas, they couldn't handle it themselves! And as what I'm trying to do with you?"
"You're going with us now, pal."
"Hey, hey, hey slow down." you bark at him. "I'm have no idea of what you're on abbout still."
"If I am not to slay you, you must join me and go on with the group. Not that complicated... So, say bye to your home forest, get up, we're off!"
"What? What do you think, I can just leave with strangers, causing unrest in my homeland? You shot Crackantler! And me, you're taking hostage? What's gonna my tribe do, without..."
"And what I'm gonna do with your tribe, eh? No that they would stand a chance..." he replies and chuckles again. Then he puts on a more serious tone.
"Look, I'm really sorry about your friend. But hey, I can't bring him back! If you feel like it, beat Sas to a pulp, that useless buffoon, he's a good shot granted he's not trembling, so it's safe now. If your tribe shall go after us, well, that's my problem, and I shall deal with it.. Better than fighting 'em now... And who said a word about taking hostage? Aren't we pals?"
"No we aren't."
The man sighs, his eyes drifting away from you.
"Well... If you're not going on the adventure with me, I... I will have to kill you. For sake of that village..."
"It's still odd to me." you say. "You didn't want to kill me in the first place, only when you saw I was a shaman?"
Now he turns his sight back, and nods.
"I need you, pal. But the choice is yours. Or you have any questions? Conditions, maybe? Tell me. If you couldn't tell, I'm trying to make this least difficult for you. Hm?"
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Topic: Dwarf Fortress -Drawings- : Tales of the Deer Wizard (Read 170098 times)