06-07-2011, 01:16 PM
"Run, you fools!"
Mythor stood before the massive Shadow beast, struggling to maintain his ground against a barrage of Shadowflame. His blades glowed white-hot, due both to the lines drawn down their lengths, and the flames he was struggling against. Being blasted with a Shadowbolt next, he flew backwards, smashing hard against the ground. He dragged himself to his feet, staggering forward, before bursting into a sprint, slashing at the beast again. He slashed into its shadowy flesh, tearing it apart, only to have it reform again. Each tear caused an ear-splitting shriek to emit from seemingly everywhere, and nowhere, at the same time. The two were locked in bloody combat, deadly combat. The creator of this foul beast flew above the battle, chasing after Dalar and Niarrin. Upon noticing the increase in strain of maintaining the Shadow beast, the Mistress of Torment wheeled around, and came back after Mythor. "You shall not harm my creation!" Her whip became cloaked in shadow, which she cracked at Mythor. It wrapped around one of his blades, which he used to tear the whip from the hands of the Mistress, tossing it aside. "You dare threaten me?" he asked. "f**k you! Are you ready to die, Fel-whore?"Â The Mistress roared, picking up a sharpened tree limb. "You had better be ready to die! Look what I'm being forced to use! I hate you mortals!" With that, the branch became cloaked in Shadow, which she proceeded to ram through Mythor's chest, keeping her grip solid on it. His eyes went wide, and he spat blood in the face of the Demon. With one final roar, he threw down one of his blades, and grabbed the branch, pulling his hand to himself, running the branch further into himself. With one last bloody scream, he brought his remaining blade down on the neck of the Demon, causing it to roll to the ground, sliced cleanly off. With that, the wounded Kaldorei dropped the blade, and stumbled on down the road, in a dying haze. He staggered around a corner and saw, beneath a massive tree, the group he came with. He stopped, shuddered, and fell forward, dead, shoving the wooden stake the rest of the way through his chest.
...
Some weeks later, Mythor's corpse had been buried, somewhat shallowly, in the forest. No better a place for a Kaldorei hunter than within his domain. An old, restless Druid of the Grove came trundling through the woods, one fateful morning. The old Kaldorei Druid enjoyed living amongst the trees as one of them, as it brought him closer to nature. It also, on this day, caused him to discover the body. His spindly roots came across the upturned loamy soil over the grave; something was not right, not right at all. His roots slid down into the dirt, coming across the corpse. A restless spirit was in the area, as well. "... Could they belong to each other...?" the Druid muttered, as he began to excavate the body. "No Kaldorei should fall, especially when they have so much to fulfill in their lives..." He brought the corpse to the surface, and his branch-like arms began weaving a bright-green pattern in the air. He chanted softly, his voice growing stronger with each passing second. Suddenly, a stream of green fell off the orb in the Druid's hands, and connected with the corpse. After several moments of this, the silvery eyes of the Kaldorei on the ground flashed open, life restored to his once empty body. He could not yet see, could not see the Elf who had restored him life. The Druid worked what little of his magic he had left after the draining ceremony to replace the Kaldorei's intestines, and seal the hole from which they spilt. Exhausted, and not wishing to be known, the Druid fell back into the forest, and Mythor sat up.
...
Killer: Sister of Pain
Rezzer: Vaethor Leafsinger
Short-term drawbacks:
Mythor is temporarily semi-blind; he can see shapes clearly, but nothing more.
He is somewhat paralyzed from the waist down; movement will be difficult for some time.
Long-term drawbacks:
Mythor will not be able to run; any constant stress on his lower body, and he will give out and collapse.
Terrible stomach problems. Due to the way the spear went through him, his atomach and intestines were torn asunder. Intense pain will be caused with only a small amount of pressure on that area.
Mythor stood before the massive Shadow beast, struggling to maintain his ground against a barrage of Shadowflame. His blades glowed white-hot, due both to the lines drawn down their lengths, and the flames he was struggling against. Being blasted with a Shadowbolt next, he flew backwards, smashing hard against the ground. He dragged himself to his feet, staggering forward, before bursting into a sprint, slashing at the beast again. He slashed into its shadowy flesh, tearing it apart, only to have it reform again. Each tear caused an ear-splitting shriek to emit from seemingly everywhere, and nowhere, at the same time. The two were locked in bloody combat, deadly combat. The creator of this foul beast flew above the battle, chasing after Dalar and Niarrin. Upon noticing the increase in strain of maintaining the Shadow beast, the Mistress of Torment wheeled around, and came back after Mythor. "You shall not harm my creation!" Her whip became cloaked in shadow, which she cracked at Mythor. It wrapped around one of his blades, which he used to tear the whip from the hands of the Mistress, tossing it aside. "You dare threaten me?" he asked. "f**k you! Are you ready to die, Fel-whore?"Â The Mistress roared, picking up a sharpened tree limb. "You had better be ready to die! Look what I'm being forced to use! I hate you mortals!" With that, the branch became cloaked in Shadow, which she proceeded to ram through Mythor's chest, keeping her grip solid on it. His eyes went wide, and he spat blood in the face of the Demon. With one final roar, he threw down one of his blades, and grabbed the branch, pulling his hand to himself, running the branch further into himself. With one last bloody scream, he brought his remaining blade down on the neck of the Demon, causing it to roll to the ground, sliced cleanly off. With that, the wounded Kaldorei dropped the blade, and stumbled on down the road, in a dying haze. He staggered around a corner and saw, beneath a massive tree, the group he came with. He stopped, shuddered, and fell forward, dead, shoving the wooden stake the rest of the way through his chest.
...
Some weeks later, Mythor's corpse had been buried, somewhat shallowly, in the forest. No better a place for a Kaldorei hunter than within his domain. An old, restless Druid of the Grove came trundling through the woods, one fateful morning. The old Kaldorei Druid enjoyed living amongst the trees as one of them, as it brought him closer to nature. It also, on this day, caused him to discover the body. His spindly roots came across the upturned loamy soil over the grave; something was not right, not right at all. His roots slid down into the dirt, coming across the corpse. A restless spirit was in the area, as well. "... Could they belong to each other...?" the Druid muttered, as he began to excavate the body. "No Kaldorei should fall, especially when they have so much to fulfill in their lives..." He brought the corpse to the surface, and his branch-like arms began weaving a bright-green pattern in the air. He chanted softly, his voice growing stronger with each passing second. Suddenly, a stream of green fell off the orb in the Druid's hands, and connected with the corpse. After several moments of this, the silvery eyes of the Kaldorei on the ground flashed open, life restored to his once empty body. He could not yet see, could not see the Elf who had restored him life. The Druid worked what little of his magic he had left after the draining ceremony to replace the Kaldorei's intestines, and seal the hole from which they spilt. Exhausted, and not wishing to be known, the Druid fell back into the forest, and Mythor sat up.
...
Killer: Sister of Pain
Rezzer: Vaethor Leafsinger
Short-term drawbacks:
Mythor is temporarily semi-blind; he can see shapes clearly, but nothing more.
He is somewhat paralyzed from the waist down; movement will be difficult for some time.
Long-term drawbacks:
Mythor will not be able to run; any constant stress on his lower body, and he will give out and collapse.
Terrible stomach problems. Due to the way the spear went through him, his atomach and intestines were torn asunder. Intense pain will be caused with only a small amount of pressure on that area.