Mystik (RPG) (Page 4 of 6)

(its way far away, if you get it first, ill have to steal it from you or kill you for it.)
Kal'ok'eth had a bad feeling, he knew he should have killed that one, or paralyized him, he began to sprint off, west.

By night fall he had reached a small village, near a river.He stoped at the tavren, had a mug of ale and some food, then went to the stables to enquire about ha strong and fast horse. He was pointed to a paint horse. he placed his hand on its neck and mutterd somthing in his native tounge. The horse responded quickly. what is it you want? it thought. "which of you is the fastest, and strongest?" Kal asked, quietly Nourhalour, the black one by the food-place "Thank you freind.". The ability to speak with certain domesticated animals was gaind through a spell tough to him by his father, it was very usefull at times. He moved over to the horse and said to the keeper "I'll take this one."

With his new horse he soon reached a city. there he slept for the night, and in the morning bought a set of armor for his horse, it was black, trimmed with a ruddy red, like his own. Tai'kor made, it was almost as light as elven armor, but even stronger. He fit it to his horse, which he called Dusk. He rode on, desperate to beat the one called Valthonin

Kal'ok'eth was close, Dusk, (whose proper name was Nourhalor) had told him. He was told that the air smelled of many horses, (or Rourneteth as they called them selves) so he assumed there was a fair, as it also smelled of sport. From the smell, the horse tole him that Valthonin's was a Charger, a sort of cellestial creature. Many Chargers loved to show off their abbilities, so dusk belived they would be there. Kal'ok'eth would find Valthonin there, and find out why he was here.

Valthonin was at the end of the runway, Luis D'Lorn on the opposite end. His flambouyant blue armor told Valthonin he was very egotistical and probably full of himself. The wave of assurance he gave the crowd afterwards solidified that.
"Here you are m'lord, we have two other waiting for the next two runs." Valthonin's temporary squire told him. He still couldn't keep his eyes off of Valthonin's imposing stature.
"Very well. Tell me squire...?"
"Roland sir. Squire Roland."
"Yes Squire Roland, do you wish to become a jouster?"
"Well, yes m'lord of course. Tis a wonderful sport. Most squires are here to learn the trade so that we may be better jousters if sponsered by some rich lord."
"Alright then Roland, watch closely. You will never find a better lesson than the one I am about to show you right now."
Trumpets blared, the announcer introduced Valthonin Lenthinard of Grandolar as the next opponent for the undefeated Luis D'Lorn of Sethenon. Valthonin and D'Lorn trotted up to the opposite ends of the track, each with a lance. Cloud was getting ansy. He was exctited. This poor fool D'Lorn didn't know what hit him.
When travelling long distance Cloud went fast, but at a steady pace. When running short distances like in a joust, he was practically flying. Valthonin had to hold him back a little so that the golden trail of light that appeared behind them when they rode exceptionally fast wouldn't be seen by the audience. When the opponents reached each other D'Lorn was not prepared for such speed and was tossed around in the saddle like a rag doll as Valthonin's splintered lance scattered wooden shrapnel around the track floor. The crowd exploded, finally, some competition for D'Lorn had arrived. Valthonin had purposly aimed for a not penetrating attack so the lance did not rip through D'Lorn's shoulder. D'Lorn appeared to have some measure of skill to have remained on the horse. This intrigued Valthonin. And he looked for the signs of the usual undefeated jouster....and there it was. His saddles footpedals had runes etched into the bottom. This would be fun. He would be ready for Valthonin's next joust however and Valthonin would have to change strategies. They lined up once more and sped at each other. Valthonin  had his shot angled up when suddenly D'Lorn clicked his footpedals outward and a nearly unoticable line of blue light shot from the tip of D'Lorn's lance and Valthonin didn't have enough time to utter a protection spell. He was instantly paralized. Bastard. D'Lorn's lance got him square in the shoulder and Valthonin almost was ripped off the saddle. The crowd exploded once more with joy and little boys tried to catch the splintered wooden shrapnel in their outstretched hands. He lucked out. The paralization was designed to wear off after a few seconds and Valthonin was back to normal. D'Lorn crossed the line. Cloud reired up in anger at Valthonin's loss. "No worries Cloud. I've got him right where i want him." He muttered into Cloud's ear. The opponents angled up again and aquired fresh lances. Then the sped at each other once more. Valthonin saw D'Lorn's feet twitch and saw his chance. Just as he saw the dim blue light shoot out at him he threw his body sideways and just barely dodged the paralizing attack. D'Lorn was surprised and Valthonin noticed the opening. Valthonin angled his lance and hit D'Lorn square in his chest and he was launched off. This manuever however, sacrificed Valthonin's stability and since he was already half off the saddle after dodging the paralization he fell off. Valthonin was alright with that however. It was his real time to shine now. The announcer chimed in.
"Both contestants have fallen from their steeds and now to determine the winner, a DUEL WILL BE HELD!"
The audience was in a riot. This was the most exciting thing these farmers, peasants, and casual travellers had probably seen. Valthonin and D'Lorn stood up and shook themselves off. D'Lord's squire brought him his well made sword. He flaunted it in boast until he saw the two squires necessary to bringe Brightblade to Valthonin's hand. He could have called to it, but that would have caused the audience to think Valthonin was cheating. Valthonin took the great golden two handed sword in his hands and stretched his shoulders. He wouldn't be able to use the sword's magical properties but that was fine. Valthonin's combat skills were legendary in seven different planes of existence. The duel bagan and fear was easily visible in D'Lorn's face through his helm and the way he avoided Valthonin. The crowd began to boo and jeer at him and his desperation got the best of him. He charged at Valthonin in an excellent attack, yet it was futile. Valthonin parried the attack with the skill of someone who knew 12 different variations of sword fighting from different worlds. Valthonin slammed the jewel encrusted pommel of the sword into D'Lorn's helm and dented the metal. D'Lorn fell to the ground and Valthonin placed the tip of his sword a centimeter from D'Lorn's exposed neck.
"Do you yeild?" Valthonin asked
".....Yes, yes i yeild." D'Lorn replied. The crowd charged the field.

(Once again sorry about the length, I like to write. Especially fantasy stuff.)

Valthonin had been considering this to be an easy mission Grandolar had sent him on, but that was foolish. No mission Grandolar sent him on was simple. This creature intrigued him however. It was the one he ran into after  leaving the forest. He would play his game, for the moment.
"Why do you wish to know?"

"Well then my reasons are also my own."
Valthonin, though paralized obviuosly had the ability to speak. With that he uttered softly "Restorendio" and was completly restored.

What resulted afterwards was one of the most titanic stuggles ever to take place in the tiny amount of space a jouster's tent provided.

Valthonin kicked a footstool at Kal and delayed in for the few seconds it took for Brightblade to fly off Cloud's saddle, rip through the tent's canvas and into Valthonin's hands. He adopted a defensive stance to test his opponent and cast a Bless spell upon himself for added protection against magical energy.

Valthonin blocked the incoming blows with surprising speed but held his ground. The duel was intense. Looking at the tent from the outside it looked like the tent was alive. The bed, chair, and table were eventually reduced to splinters and the tent was buckling because of the numerous slashes now in the canvas tent. None had cast any spells at this point, as they were both testing each other's limits. Valthonin decided to take it up just a notch however. He lifted his left hand, palm towards Kal, and chanted "Siorendo!" A beam of the purest burning light shot from Valthonin's hand at Kal.

Valthonin had dealt with many rogues before, none however with weapons that seemed as powerful as these. He activated his helm's true seeing and was able to see Kal's ghostly visage to his left an instant before he struck at him and blocked the strike.

Kal blocked an overhead strike, then stabbed out with his other blade, the Paladin barley dodging it. He crossed his blades to stop a strike that would have cleaved him from head to foot. Warriors of Shadow used all their limbs to fight, and Kal'ok'eth was no exeption, he kneed the paladin in the gut. He hadn't been expecting that. Valthonin doubled over, and Kal'ok'eth ripped of the mans helmet, throwing it outside the tent.

(er....sory...i seem to forget about things like that)
Kal'ok'eth waited, he would not attack first, because if the paladin launched himself at him, then guards would come, he could use that to his advantage.

Kal'ok'eth didnt know why he held back, he was cloaked, he could have killed him then. Or, he could have let the guards do so. He sprinted to Dusk, who upon setting off said Took you long enough, the Charger has been here already. Its probably got a good lead by now They continued on, until well past nightfall, where they stopped near a stream.

Squee asked Malachai "Do dey have anyting dat could make mesmart as you?"
"No this one does not but their are other's that do." was Malachai's reply.
"OK, you in charge now boss man." Squee said looking back at Zephyr "Dat a fast horse you tink we could race it some time?"
"No Squee it is a war horse, they don't race."
"Oh, but if it do it make lot of gold, nough to buy anyting."

Squee sat down and thought for a minuite.
"Boss you tinking we can beat dat elf man?"
"In time, all things in time Squee." Malachai said
"You think this trader got sumpting better dan dis here hammer?  If you do can you trade it for Squee cause you talken better dan me."  Squee held out his war hammer to Malachai, he rubbed his nose"I'm wanting to get that elf."