OOC--Jimbo: take over for Drask and the Power Thread, if you would... I might be able to post in Japan (if so, I'll post under your thread), but I'm not just damn sure. I'll e-mail you ideas, and feel free to do what you want with them. Joey--you'd said that you were putting the Power and Control Threads up in the Chronicles? If so, a) what's the format going to be, and b) is ALL this going up?

IC--Drask looked at the Olthoi-bug (something told him to call it that) that had attacked the almost senseless vAldiCi. Somehow it had broken the circle of swords around their commander and brikar. This was unaccepable, but inevitable. The dragon-elf surveyed the scene around him. There were twelve buggers against half that number of WarAngels, one of whom was wounded, all of whom were weakened in some way.

Romulus battled one of Ragnarok's pets on each side--devoting an eye and a hand and half a brain to each fight. Tarisse fought her own duel, but her stick, being only wooden, was melting quickly under the influence of the Olthoi-bug's acidic saliva. vAldiCi labored under the mental strain of tanscribed physical pain, fighting to free his clouded mind. Xandim fought with magik, his only remaining weapon, but he needed power more than he needed control. Vilset danced back and forth, sparring with the insectoid facing him off, pitting silver dagger against acid-coated claw. Both materials could harm even a Daywalker such as Vilset.

Drask took his father's tailsword, now his own greatsword, and slashed at the bug attacking vAl. The defenseless mage was hedging back to escape his attacker, still concentrating on his own struggle. Blade sliced through green chitin, leaving the insectoid with a normal number of appendages. Two left arms writhed on the grass, now black with blood. Designed for dragon-dragon combat, the sword could withstand being quenched in a bath of acidic blood, thus the olthoi-bug's blood was of no consequence.

Ragnarok's pet, wounded, turned upon its new attacker. Drask parried the rain of blows--these buggers were quick--and was relieved that they came only from one direction. Claws and steel scraped and whined against one another. Now aware of its adversary, the critter was nearly a match for Drask with two weapons to the dragon-elf's one.

It ended very quickly when Tarisse stuck her stick, ruined and corroded by acid, through the bug's eye and into its brain. One down. Romulus had killed one, Xandim was keeping a number at bay, and Vilset had feasted on one's blood before deciding that it tasted wholely unapetizing.

As two more of the bugs approached him, Drask ran to the river of magma. Mouthing a silent prayer to Kitheyrin--the Tamarstian (old) God of fire and dragons--the elven mage plunged the greatsword into the river and drew it forth, blazing with lava and fire. He was armed in a manner truly fit for a fire mage.

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One could do better than be a swinger of birches...

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'I love deadlines. I like the
whooshing sound they make as
they fly by' -- Douglas Adams

OOC - Have fun in vacation all

IC - The battle had raged on, 9 remained against the 6 scattered AtW (OOC - Who had decided not to post). Drask had slain 1, the staff from a well directed being had slain another, and Vilset had been feeding on the third. The others were caught in Xandim's combination of deafness, blindness and nausea storms. Unable to control that large portion of air, the bugs had been almost surrounding Xandim. He was running out of time before they swarmed and attacked, and quickly he was growing tired. His unpractised art of magic was quickly wearing him out.
-Movement behind Xandim, turn, re-direct magic-
-Movement to the left-
-Movement to the right-
-Movement from the front-
Xandim was no longer able to continue his casting or he would pass out. Quickly he turned to the only place the bugs had remained unmoving, behind him. He leaped over the unmoving bugs. They had caught him by surprised, as they reached up and managed to bite off a portion of Xandims calf. Xandim crumpled to the ground as he landed, being surrounded by the bugs almost instantly. His mind erupted with... not pain.. but confidence. A white cloud formed in his eyes, sending beams to what seemed his brain. As he fainted, he saw a small shield of white energy surround him, the bugs unable to penetrate. This shield would not last long, but would be sufficient, for the Fire mage could be heard running to help his fallen comrade.

OOC - YEa, lez play it. Rememeber Drask aint god here, work togetha. Uberness

OOC- Alright. I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a long time. I’ve under stress, and exams. And I will be away until June 17. So, I figured I really ought to post now. Here goes.

IC- The playing field was slowly beginning to level out. A few of the nasty critters had been taken care of, one way or another. After realizing just how vile bug blood is, Vilset turned to face another creature. This one was about as big, and even uglier than the last. It lunged at Vilset. The vampire dodged the attack with little room to spare. The oversized bug kept on attacking. Vilset dodged and parried as well as he could for a short while. Then a swipe of the bug’s claw caught him unexpectedly and snagged the black cloak which he probably should have taken off before entering battle. The creature flicked its arm and sent Vilset flying forty cubits across the ground. He landed, momentarily stunned. The creature ran toward the temporarily defenseless vampire, at a speed which was surprisingly swift for a giant cockroach. It began to lift its claw to strike a blow on the shocked vampire.

Then, as if struck by a stone, the bug snapped its head to look another direction. It had sensed the wounded Xandim, and was beginning to dash over to the frenzy. Perhaps it wanted to secure its portion of the body. (OOC- I’m assuming these things are carnivorous? They are now, at any rate.) Vilset recovered his senses from his fall and reached for his sword. As the monster turned its back, he grasped the sword with both hands and leapt at his foe’s backside. The bug took notice a split-second too late. Vilset’s sword had found a temporary sheath in the vile body of the bug. It writhed in pain for a short while, and then lay motionless. Vilset removed his sword from the bug’s exoskeleton.

“Never turn your back on a vampire.”

OOC- I've determined that Lokidarô is part of Vilset's name. Just because. I pronounce it Loe-kih-dah-rue.

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"Blood- is red as sunset.
Blood- is warmer than wine.
It's warmer than wine.
The taste of salty summer brine."
~Pippin

OOC- world cup fever + accessibility problems are making my postage stamps very hard to be posted but here goes

IC- The mass of blood was awash within his mind as well as his body for the elven mAge was now conscious. He turned his head upwards, eyes analyzing the tight situation that they were in.
For he had destroyed the boundary upon his inner calm and returned to his former psionic abilities -
The creatures had been spraying his brethren with claw and acid, and fought with considerable skill. Draskiries had become a veritable ring of death, his tailsword shattering and slicing through his opponents with relative ease. It was true then, that he was more skillful than the olthoi. Xandim was cowering within a ball of powerful protective energy that he somehow created out of sheer desperation -

A screeching howl brought vAl's attention back to his location. Its maws dripping with powerful acids and its eye narrowed in bloodlust, the bug was circling the downed mage..

vAl simply uttered a single incantation - his index finger glowing bright white, his pain and injuries disappearing in the rush of magic flowing through his veins. He directed his attack towards the offending Olthoi and it stopped in its tracks. It twisted horribly in a certain way that it should not be built to twist- and its eyes lost all color..
the sound of its screech lasted out through the cavern seconds after it's death.

Yes.. vAldiCi of the house of Altair had decided to feed his body with the energy tapped from magic - thus enabling him to withstand the pain from his near -fatal wound.


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For Altair~