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tuxedo clank · November 27th, 2008, 18:36

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Phas-thra felt his life disappearing. In a last effort he called soundlessly to his Liche Priest. A small circle of sand started to spin around Phas-thra. Almost immediately the circle grew in height. Then it shattered outward. Phas-thra stood gleaming in his once more human form. Then the image shattered and a door stood in its place. The door gleamed slightly around the edges and was held in mid air. It was tall enough for even the largest of Orcs. There was a golden scarab carved into the door and no handle.

The sand storm had allowed Skalf the time he needed. As the Ancient king had foreseen, Lacrimosa knew what was happening. Bogrod had arrived in the sandstorm and carried their master through the door whilst the priest left the image of the human form behind. Skalf's job was to get Aspestra. He had patiently sat in the arena watching Lacrimosa from below her. When the time had come, Aspestra was under assault; he had levelled his runed axe and charged to get there. A purple mist stopped him though. When it had gone Aspestra lay on the floor. Wasting no time, Skalf had grabbed the unconscious woman and jumped far into the arena floor.

The landing almost shattered his bones had it not been for the armour he wore. The door was twenty strides away. He picked the fallen Aspestra up in both hands and carried her to the door. Fifteen strides. Ten. Five. They were there. The door opened obediently and the stumbled through it. A high column of sand rose around the door. The same shattering of the cylinder and the door was gone.

Inside the large room Phas-thra lay motionless on the ground. Beside him sat the Liche Priest that had summoned the door. Behind the Priest stood Bogrod, tall as ever, with his arms crossed. Skalf Ironbeard was nowhere in sight. The room was the same throne room Phas-thra had left earlier that day. The door had no handle and a golden scarab was carved into it, it was identical to the one now sitting in the centre of the arena. Bogrod turned as the door opened and drew his axe. Skalf stumbled in holding Aspestra in his arms. The door closed and the bright light around it vanished.

Aspestra stood in her armour in the same purple nothingness as before. a voice sounded out "you must return, I have reminded Lacrimosa that she does not control you alone, and that you obeyed her above the Tomb King for her soul is worth more to me then the skeleton's." A large red silhouette appeared and a stronger booming voice shouted "You may not care for the skeleton, but I am after his skull as well as his soul, do not forget that." the purple nothingness vanished and Aspestra awoke.

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November 27th, 2008, 18:36	#3 (permalink)
tuxedo clank Warlord of the Mountain Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 625 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts Rep Power: 23	(Avatar's arena) Phas-thra felt his life disappearing. In a last effort he called soundlessly to his Liche Priest. A small circle of sand started to spin around Phas-thra. Almost immediately the circle grew in height. Then it shattered outward. Phas-thra stood gleaming in his once more human form. Then the image shattered and a door stood in its place. The door gleamed slightly around the edges and was held in mid air. It was tall enough for even the largest of Orcs. There was a golden scarab carved into the door and no handle. The sand storm had allowed Skalf the time he needed. As the Ancient king had foreseen, Lacrimosa knew what was happening. Bogrod had arrived in the sandstorm and carried their master through the door whilst the priest left the image of the human form behind. Skalf's job was to get Aspestra. He had patiently sat in the arena watching Lacrimosa from below her. When the time had come, Aspestra was under assault; he had levelled his runed axe and charged to get there. A purple mist stopped him though. When it had gone Aspestra lay on the floor. Wasting no time, Skalf had grabbed the unconscious woman and jumped far into the arena floor. The landing almost shattered his bones had it not been for the armour he wore. The door was twenty strides away. He picked the fallen Aspestra up in both hands and carried her to the door. Fifteen strides. Ten. Five. They were there. The door opened obediently and the stumbled through it. A high column of sand rose around the door. The same shattering of the cylinder and the door was gone. Inside the large room Phas-thra lay motionless on the ground. Beside him sat the Liche Priest that had summoned the door. Behind the Priest stood Bogrod, tall as ever, with his arms crossed. Skalf Ironbeard was nowhere in sight. The room was the same throne room Phas-thra had left earlier that day. The door had no handle and a golden scarab was carved into it, it was identical to the one now sitting in the centre of the arena. Bogrod turned as the door opened and drew his axe. Skalf stumbled in holding Aspestra in his arms. The door closed and the bright light around it vanished. Aspestra stood in her armour in the same purple nothingness as before. a voice sounded out "you must return, I have reminded Lacrimosa that she does not control you alone, and that you obeyed her above the Tomb King for her soul is worth more to me then the skeleton's." A large red silhouette appeared and a stronger booming voice shouted "You may not care for the skeleton, but I am after his skull as well as his soul, do not forget that." the purple nothingness vanished and Aspestra awoke. * * * * * * * * * * __________________ My Fluff Click here and select the correct number Last edited by tuxedo clank; November 27th, 2008 at 21:43.