Moments before the fight is scheduled to begin, a loud crash can be
heard and the doors on the far end of the Arena burst open. From the
darkness comes a chill that permeates from some source of unnatural
power, laying just behind the blanket of blackness.
Slowly the feeling grows, peaking with a brilliant green flare and the
appearance of the powerful necromancer, Tynian Blackfist. His form is
layered with magical fire, which shimmers and bends with its own life,
echoing in the depths of his golden eyes.
As Tynian steps forward, the magically amplified voice of the announcer
reaches all those in the stands, introducing Tynian. Screams ring out as
the crowd gazes upon the tortured figure entering the Arena, but these seem
to have no effect on the concentrating warrior.
At the other end of the Arena, the opposite doors swing wide, revealing
the second competitor, Morlock. Appearing as a human in his late 40's,
Morlock's hair is beginning to turn grey. In his hand he carries a staff,
capped at one end with gold, and with silver at the other. Attached to each
end of the staff is a leather sling.
A glowing ribbon of magic stretches across Morlock's chest, and the
arenea seems to be cloaked in shadows, within which crackle tiny bolts of
lightning. His entire form is also shrouded in whispy blue flames that
flicker in the wind.
Looking across at his newly arrived foe, Tynian, speaking in a low
voice, addresses the defiler, "Now I will show you what a true opponent can
do old man!" With a sharp word, the air around the necromancer shimmers
with a white/blue glow, flickering just outside Tynian's body.
Watching his opponent's movements, and seeing the manifesting magic,
Morlock's left hand tightens into a fist around the ruby he carried in with
him. Muscles stand out on his arm, highlighting a pheonix tattoo on his
forearm, and there is a sudden crack. Magical energies quickly spread from
his hand, racing up his arm and diffusing across his body, before seeping
into his skin.
Keeping his gaze locked on his opponent, Morlock replies, "Let's just
see which one of us it is that walks out of this Arena, eh?"
A look of sadistic glee on his face, Tynian takes a few quick steps
forward. At the other end of the Arena, Morlock pulls a small crystal rod
from a pouch at his belt. Intoning a few quick syllables, the arenea points
the rod at his foe and intones the last word of power.
Throughout the Arena, the spectators' hair stands on end as a vortex of
electrical energy gathers. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning forms, a mere 50
feet from Tynian, and rushes toward the necromancer. A second later the
lightning reaches Tynian's location, but just before it can slam into him,
he disappears.
With a soft popping noise, Tynian reappears about ten feet to the left.
Grinning, he begins the droning chant that will release his
magics. As he finishes, he points a clawed finger at Morlock, smiling as he
says, "Your time is up old fool..."
As he speaks, a lance of grey energy leaps from his fingertips, striking
the human defiler. There is a flash as some hidden magic erupts from within
Morlock, defending him from Tynian's spell.
"I see that you can fight with magic, but I wonder, what else can you
play with old man?" Softly, the necromancer speaks one word, twisting the
syllables until the air seems to glow around him. As the glow begins to
grow, the fire around him dissipates, and the stones that circle his head
fall to the ground.
Picking up the stones, the necromancer smiles, drawing his wickedly
curved blades.
With his opponent still at the other of the Arena, Morlock focuses on
the spell he is casting, intoning the complex incantations needed. A moment
later he finishes the spell, and puts forth his hand, clenched in a fist.
Opening his hand, several motes of light rise it, flying up to circle
his head. As they do, the lights grow, seeming to become more solid with
each second. Slowly the light fades, leaving a ring of seven eyes circling
his head.
With a smile, the necromancer comments, "I knew you were old, but the
need for 7 eyes? tisk, tisk, tisk."
Concentrating quickly for a moment, the necromancer waves to Morlock,
disappearing with an audible 'pop'. Suddenly, the necromancer reappears 30'
from the defiler, readying his blades for combat.
Morlock turns to face his enemy, while rising into the air. The defiler
continues to rise until he is 20 feet above the ground. Morlock reaches
into his pouch, then smiles down at his foe and waves, showing the steel
sling bullet he'd retrieved.
Tynian returns the smile, making a wave of his own. With a flare of
magic, the green flames once again wrap themselves around the necromancer,
who begins to point. He speaks a simple word, "19", and suddenly a small
bead of light flares forth from his outstretched
hand, rising towards the smiling Morlock.
Suddenly the bead bursts into a huge ball of flame, the flames outlining
Morlock, offset by the shadowy aura around him, and illuminating a second
magical aura cloaking him, previously hidden by the shadows. This second
aura flares for a moment, drawing in the flames. In a moment the fireball
is gone, completely absorbed by Morlock's magical protections.
Placing the bullet in the sling attached to his staff, Morlock swings it
forward, sending the steel ball racing straight for Tynian. The necromancer
tries to duck away, but is too slow, and the bullet slams into the side of
his head, momentarily stunning him.
The second bullet hits right after, pounding into Tynian's chest. As
his opponent stumbles back from the force of the blows, Morlock reaches into
another of his pouches.
With a burst of speed, Tynian begins to rise into the air, moving
quickly towards Morlock.
Morlock's eyes narrow as he watches his foe flying toward him. His
hands fly to his weapons, as he opens his mouth, from which spews a gout of
flames. Tynian, having nearly reached his enemy, barely manages to blink in
time, appearing ten feet behind Morlock.
In a flurry of movement, the necromancer moves forward to strike out at
the human, his movements flowing together into a flashing vortex of steel.
Morlock spins to face him and there is the clashing sound of steel as the
two close to melee. At the same time, the green flames surrounding Tynian
spread to cover Morlock as well.
With the speed of the attacks it's hard to tell what is happening, but
it looks as though both score hits on their enemy. After thirty seconds,
the two pull apart momentarily, enough to see that both are splattered with
blood. However, there are no cuts evident on Morlock's body.
Before the melee can continue, Tynian blinks once more, this time
reappearing 15 feet away. He glares at his opponent for a moment, then
disappears again. Only this time he doesn't reappear.
Spinning all around, Morlock scans the Arena for his foe. Seeing no
sign of him, Morlock starts another spell. Quickly finishing it, Morlock's
entire being seems to glow for a moment, before fading back to normal.
With his opponent still nowhere to be seen, Morlock opens his mouth and
lets out a single musical note, it's sound layered in magic. As the note
fades, the bruises that were beginning to form where Tynian's scimitars had
hit disappear. Then, swiftly, Morlock's body begins to change. Nearly in
the blink of an eye, Morlock is gone. In his place is a marilith tanarri.
Looking around, the demon says, "Come out Tynian, and fight me."
So saying, the marilith reaches back and grabs the four scimitars
strapped to her back, while also holding the staff that Morlock walked in
with.
Morlock, now in marilith form, spins around as Tynian suddenly appears
behind him. The necromancer's wounds are gone, and his first strike
narrowly misses Morlock's neck.
The defiler brings his weapons to bear, and melee is joined once more.
However, the fighting is much shorter this time. A few hits are scored, and
more blood is spilled, but then Tynian loses his grip on one of his
scimitars. Reaching, he barely manages to grab it before it falls to the
floor of the Arena.
Morlock, seeing his chance, slashes forward with his weapons, but it
seems that he's not used to having this many arms, as his weapons all seem
to hit each other at once.
Seeing his opponent is impervious to his strikes, Tynian begins to
curse, blinking backward faster than most eyes are able to follow. Suddenly
there is a tremendous flare of magic from one of his rings, and a bright
ball of flame leaps from his fingertips, speeding once again towards the
tanarri in front of him. The fireball bursts with an explosion that rocks
the Arena stands themselves, sending more than one patron to the ground.
Morlock stands his ground, and as the fireball explodes around him, he
opens his mouth and releases what looks like a light green haze. Tynian
finds himself caught in the hazy cloud and suddenly starts clawing at his
throat. He coughs a few times, then goes limp. The magic supporting him
fails, and he falls the 20 feet to the ground, landing in a heap on the
floor of the Arena.
Sheathing his blades, Morlock shifts back to his human form. Looking
down to where Tynian lays, he says, "I guess if Stitch wants my head he'll
have to come and get it himself." (
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