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The Crossroads - Outskirts of Chel'el'Sussoloth [PRIVATE]

Postby Xian » Tue Jan 25, 2005 12:45 am

Damnit.

It was all Athidus had managed to think before the rather berserked drider had closed the distance between them. He had an arrow in hand, but there was no time to pull back and shoot. He tried to avoid it, get out of the way, but his legs refused to respond with anything aside from pain.

Whump! The heavy drider, much larger and more stable with its eight legs than the comparitively slight assassin, slammed hard into Athidus and sent him easily and gracelessly to the ground, pursuing him all the way with murderous hands aimed straight for his neck. In the sudden confusion of the event, Athidus' hands went slack, and both the bow and arrow were scattered in different directions.

"Get this thing the hell off me!" Athidus commanded with more than a little desperation in his voice. He was certianly never trained for this kind of grappling. While he knew his way around hand-to-hand combat, he couldn't very well strike any nerves when he was too busy struggling underneath the weight of a three hundred pound homicidal drider. The drider was much stronger than him, and it was all he could do to keep its hands from completely crushing his neck. And even in that respect, he wasn't having much success.
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Postby Starlitdragon » Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:03 pm

((OOC: My post disappeared and went into Kem'shandar's topic. o.O I don't know how that happened.))

A burst of hysteric laughter managed to bubble up and force its way out. The sight of the two struggling on the bare rock strewn floor was far too much. It was entertainment night in The Black Dragon Tavern all over again.
"Coming.. Hehehe.. Athidus!" fumbling with her dirk, she managed to loosen it, only to watch it skitter away on the cave floor.

"Whoops." she giggled, as she went after it. It was just then she noticed the Drider simply wasn't giving her mercenary a welcoming hug. Scooping up the weapon, she ran at the Drider.

Not the wisest course of action from any experienced warrior's point of view. A mere shadow of a drow female taking on a crazed spider-cross with a taste for mercenary? Her mindless shouting as she brought her dirk up to swing at the Drider was followed by only one positive result and several negative ones.

The Drider turned away its attention from the strangehold.
It fully directed its newly found concentration to knocking over Athaeyen and sitting on her. Sausage-like fingers tightly grasped her long hair as the Drider ruthlessly yanked her head up.
"How much do they know?" it hissed. Its guttural voice settled as heavily on Athaeyen's face as the gelatinous goo that dribbled out of its mouth.

"Athidus, Ma.. Help?!"

"Wrong.. Answer..." The Drider slapped her viciously on the face, and turned to face the little drow's hired help.
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That would be.. me?

Postby Maximillian Caine » Fri Jan 28, 2005 3:12 pm

Remember that old saw about discretion being the better part of honour?

Ma was seriously considering it.

To be frank, Athidus had the gear to handle a Drider, and the Mistress probably had the spells. All Ma had a pair of obsidian tonfa and a turn of speed that Olympic spinters would be envious of. So, he had to buy time to get the spellslinger and the mercenary back into action. Or he could run away. Option 2 was looking very good about now.

Wait.. there could be.. something he could do. Ma commended his soul to Sharess, then began to insult the drider.

"Hey, MUTANT! Hey, FREAK! What's this? Picking on the sick and the lame like some newbie fresh from an Orthobrae blending chamber?"

Ma swallowed nervously. His opening sally on the genesis of Driders was sometimes good. if the Drider knew or cared about where it came from. Time for a different tack...

"Oh, now wait, I get it! A Faern made you for the Sulisn'Rune pleasure houses, but you turned out too small in the right places and would have been embarassing, so you were tossed out, right? That why you got such a hard-on for the ladies?"
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Postby Starlitdragon » Fri Jan 28, 2005 3:36 pm

Athaeyen could not believe what the Xuile'solen was spewing. Through the twin slashes on her face, she flushed a dark rose. From my own clan, too, if you can believe it! Gingerly, she touched her face as she watched the Drider stalk towards Ma. Evidently, it understood every word from the way it deliberately stalked towards the tonfa-toting messenger. Athaeyen was sorely tempted to let it stalk a little closer before trying to make another move. Foul mouth! she thought. It occurred to her then Ma may have just saved her life.

Right, now for options.
The Drider was probably under an enchantment. She could feel the mana swirling around it. If she could diminish the control, the Drider might hesitate long enough for Ma or Athidus to take care of it. That all banked on whether the Drider was controlled against its free will or not.

Then again, the mana she was feeling could be the Drider's own aura. Athaeyen shuddered. There really weren't many options, now that she thought about it. She let her mind unfocus, looking for the 'hooks' in the swirling eddies of magic. There were none that she could find, confirming her earlier speculations.

This Drider probably had not undergone formal training. Any magic it was using would have been crude, and simple to dispell. This was a summoner's magic- enveloping, smooth, and very difficult to pull apart. It was far easier to find the source while it was casting, and use physical means to stop it. And the summoner should be nearby..

"Ha." Picking up a rock, she hurled it into the darkness. When no result came, she scooped up another projectile, and sent it to the same direction. This time, her ears picked up a little extra shuffling. Somebody that didn't want to be hit with a rock was standing right there. Their aura was hidden, but not for long. Shadow magic was Athaeyen's territory.

<<Come to me..>> she whispered, drawing the shadows towards her. The caster, busy with keeping the Drider in its thrall, did not try and pull the illusion back together. It was a female, tainted to the core, still oblivious to what had just happened.
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Postby Maximillian Caine » Mon Jan 31, 2005 12:31 pm

SharressavemeSharesssavemeSharesssaveme!

Ma took a step backwards.

Then another.

And another.

Every step that Ma took was matched, mockingly by the Drider. Shelob wasn't half as scary as this nightmare fusion of Drow and spider that bore down on him.

C'mon, idiot mecenary! Get on with it! Save my ass!
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Postby Xian » Tue Feb 01, 2005 5:58 am

Pain...

Getting back to his feet was one of the most arduous tasks Athidus had ever undertaken, after being so easily bowled over by the drider. His bow was much too far away for him to reach in any semblance of good time. He didn't know what Athaeyen was doing, but he didn't have time to worry about her anyways. Judging from what he had witnessed of her performance against both the large cat-demon and this furious drider, her presence in the fray would only result in her getting wounded. The last thing they needed was two cripples and a blind drow, even if Ma did have other senses to make up for his lack of sight.

With his right hand, Athidus flipped the cap off one of the vials at his side, then reached that same hand to the bracer upon his left forearm, where he withdrew one of the four long, thin throwing daggers he concealed within it. Athidus didn't make any noise as he prepared the dagger by submerging it briefly in the potent toxin, then letting the excess drip back into the vial. He hoped his silence would cause the drider to believe that he was too badly winded by the collision to continue the fight. This time, the drider was moving slowly enough, and was close enough that he could get in a solid shot at a vital organ. Athidus took the dagger between two fingers, aimed for the heart straight through the drider's back, and flung the projectile as accurately as he could, for being both mildly injured and sleep-deprived.
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Postby Starlitdragon » Tue Feb 22, 2005 1:55 am

((Beat me with a stick! I have not peeked in here for far too long.))

Fear was gnawing heartily at Athaeyen. If she, Athidus, or Ma did not come up with a brilliant solution, they were cooked. The summoner was there. The girl could see the perpetrator far too clearly. It was a female, and not twenty yards from where she stood.

There were two options. Attack the homicidal Drider and see if there really was an afterlife, or go for the summoner.

"That's not a really hard decision.." she mumbled, gripping her weapon tightly. Gritting her teeth, Athaeyen began to lope towards the caster.

"You're going doooown!"
Well, out of all the lame battle cries I could have chosen..
Her surroundings blurred as all Athaeyen's thoughts centered on her one objective.

Pointy end first.
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Postby Xian » Mon Feb 28, 2005 3:57 am

Thuck.

Damnit, I missed, he thought as the drider flinched. His dagger had buried itself in the thing's back, several inches left of centre, and missed its mark- the drider's heart. "Keep it busy, Ma!" Athidus shouted, rather unnecessarily, however, as the underworld was relatively quiet. The excitement of battles generally got Athidus a bit worked up. He wasn't used to battles. He was used to assassinations.

After having employed this poison so many times on marks, he knew precisely how long it would take, even against driders. He set his mental stopwatch and watched his enemy's movements. Driders lasted a little longer than drow due to their larger body mass, but never longer than thirty seven seconds. He and Ma just had to survive that long, and it would die.

"You're going doooown!"

And then, maybe, he could investigate just what the hell Athaeyen was up to.
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Postby Starlitdragon » Mon Mar 28, 2005 11:59 pm

Athaeyen was thinking quite alot of nasty thoughts at the moment.

It was always like this, in the moment leading up to the strike. The girl could never simply focus on her singular task. No, there always had to be the infamous 'what if--?'s.

What if I miss?
What is this woman doing here?
Why is she attacking us?
Why is this taking so long?
And by my left foot, where has Athidus and Ma gotten themselves to?

It never ocurred to the Beldrobbaen representative to glance behind her. She remained oblivious to everything, save her task and her persistant ponderings.

Wumph. Athaeyen collided with her target. Somehow, her blade managed to turn itself, inflicting only a glancing blow. Most likely, the girl did not grip her weapon tightly enough. Whatever the actual damage, the sudden contact was enough to make the sorceress stop whatever she was doing.

"Hullo! Why're you trying to kill us?" quipped Athaeyen as she sat resolutely on the woman's chest. She made sure to use her legs to keep the assailant's arms pinoned to the ground. "My head really hurts, so I think you ought to answer quickly.. Hey?" Athaeyen leaned towards the still head, and peered at the wraith-like skull. "Anyone home?" Athaeyen's weapon gleamed off to the side, temporarily forgotten.

There was no answer.
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Postby Xian » Thu Apr 07, 2005 5:40 am

(I think it's fairly safe to say that Max isn't coming back. However, in case he decides to, his character will be there for him.)

"Damnit, where are you going!?" Athidus shouted as the Sightless turned and bolted off into the darkness, evidently having finally buckled under the oppressive presence of the homicidal drider. The drider only followed the Xuile'Solen a few steps before turning back towards Athidus, murder in its eyes. "Oh hell," the assassin murmured under his breath, taking a laboured step back. Fourty-six seconds to go, he reminded himself, gripping his daggers in a vice-like grip. How the hell was he going to stall the drider for that long without getting killed?

It was time to stop being conservative. If he wanted to stay alive, he was going to have to use some resources.

Athidus' right hand whisked down to his belt and plucked one of the round spheres from it, bringing it to bear above his head as he wound up. "Twenty-seven ada, plus casing," he recited as he hurled the sphere straight at the ground near his feet, covering his eyes with his other arm's elbow joint. As intended, the sphere snapped and exploded in a brilliant flash of light and heat. The drider shrieked, and Athidus stumbled back a few more paces. That would keep it occupied for another few seconds, possibly as many as twelve. If Athidus weren't moving so slowly, he would have taken those twelve seconds to get in there with his daggers and kill the thing, but there was no way he could close the distance in time with his legs in their current condition.

So he waited. Ten seconds before he would pitch a poisonous smoke bead. "Sixteen ada, plus casing," he said as he watched the drider claw at its eyes, trying to regain its vision. "This job better pay damn well."
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Postby Starlitdragon » Mon Apr 18, 2005 1:35 am

((Right-o!))

Athaeyen was about to press her organic carpet a little further on the issue of motives, when some sort of mini-apocalypse struck.
"What the--?" The girl had not shielded her eyes. Though the dazzling flash was softened by the twenty yards distance, the spontaneous light caused Athaeyen's world to fill with shimmering snow.

"That's coming off your paycheck!" roared the Beldrobbaen, clawing at her eyes. Splinters of pain prickled uncomfortably, as Athaeyen attempted to massage the life back into her eyes. Quite suddenly, a hand pushed her back on the ground. Vision rapidly clearing, Athaeyen realized her opponent wasn't on a TKO. With no referee, this match was looking to head in a dirty direction. Intuitively, the girl kicked out with her feet. A grunt was issued, and the adversary's weight shifted. Athaeyen swung her weapon at the assailant, and-

-Her hands were empty. Too late, Athaeyen's somewhat murky vision caught sight of her beloved blade, caked with dirt, lying uselessly on the floor. The girl's fists balled themselves, and she put everything she had into a punch aimed at the agressor's chin.

If Athaeyen was fifty pounds heavier, and recieved solid physical training, the shadowy figure that crouched before her now would be out for more than eight counts. Alas, it was not so. But the punch was a pretty good one for an amateur, and the female stumbled back, dazed.

"Haha, try that one out for size!" grinned Athaeyen, reaching for the dirk. "Athidus, are you quite finished-" Turning around, the vacum enveloping her pointed ears evaporated. For the first time, she seemed to notice the enormous homicidal Drider attempting to kill her mercenary. Then she remembered why she had wandered over in the first place. Abruptly, Athaeyen right back around.

That male is doomed. Really doomed. Absolutely really doomed. And I'm next, gosh darnit!
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