My first Thursday post in a long time! Moving to the magical seventy second post, where I reach the end of Book II: The Northlands.
Part LXII: Duel to the Death
Date: Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
The sounds of a battle were already ringing through the corridors of the Citadel as Reynyagn, Number 994, Orglan, and Monty dashed down the hall, looking around for any sight of the ongoing fighting.
“Who would be fighting in the Citadel?!” Monty yelled.
“Remember?” Orglan asked. “According to our leaks through Jaigran’s communicator, one of the other tribes of orcs is attacking this place!”
“Are they friendly?” Monty asked.
“No!” Orglan said. “At least, I’d be surprised if they were! Chances are they’re our enemies. We can only hope that they’ll see the Emperor as the greatest thought here! Otherwise, Jaigran’s got this thing won!”
Moments after those words slipped out of his mouth, a group of three orcs dashed into the hallway from an intersecting corridor. It took an instant for Number 994 to realize that their markings weren’t those of the Emperor’s orcs as he threw himself against the wall.
A barrage of chain lightning cracked through the corridor as Monty threw himself to the floor, Orglan battling it with his own energy, while Reynyagn ignored the lightning coursing threw him, taking great strides toward them. As the orcs turned to move, Reynyagn swung his corsha long sword around, slicing through the orcs and throwing one of them against the wall. An instant shock force from Number 994’s fingers quickly ended its agony.
“So they’re not totally on our side,” Monty remarked.
“Just keep on going!” Orglan said. “Jaigran’s bound to be close! We have to get there before he gets away!”
“Move!” Flek barely had time to shove Rider the remaining couple feet into the intersecting corridor before he threw himself to the ground, lightning and bullets blazing above his heads. Rolling, Flek brought up his blades to block the shots at him before he leapt backwards through a doorway, landing besides Astrid.
“Quick! Give me your gun,” Flek said. Snatching Astrid’s gun from her open hands, Flek stepped out to take a couple blasts at them before ducking back.
“I can’t do so well against orcs and elves,” Flek quickly explained to Astrid. “There’s too many of them for us to deal with them as we did before. We’ve got Rider safe. Now we just have to keep ourselves alive.”
“Where can we go?” Astrid said, quickly scanning the premises of the room. “There’s no exits or windows!”
“There’s always a way,” Flek said, stepping back as he quickly shut the door, bolting it. “Barricade the door long enough for me to get us out of here!” Flek ran to the large bed and quickly scurried up one of its post. Stabbing his corsha blades up, he quickly began to move them up to cut a circle in the wall. To get themselves out of the room before they ran out of time.
The ambush came upon them fast. Just as soon as Monty and Reynyagn had cleared the door way, the Imperial orcs moved out of it, throwing lightning around. Grabbing Monty by the arm, Reynyagn ducked into a side corridor.
“We have to keep moving without them,” Reynyagn said, referring to Number 994 and Orglan. “They can fight them off well enough, and we need to find Jaigran before it’s too late. He’s had plenty of time already to escape; it will be a wonder if he hasn’t escaped already.”
“Wait!” Monty yelled, pointing ahead in the hall as he ran to keep up with Reynyagn. “The person who just got out of that side corridor there! Isn’t that-”
“Jroldin!” Reynyagn skidded to a stop as Jroldin reflexively brought up his axe in a defensive position. “No, it’s me!” Reynyagn said.
“Reynyagn? Monty?!” Jroldin asked, mouth dropping. “But how-“
“We don’t have time!” Reynyagn said, trying to keep his mind from going off into the rabbit trails about how Jroldin had also gotten entangled into this mess. “We need to find the Emperor!”
“I had seen him a couple minutes ago before-” Jroldin began.
Footsteps. Reynyagn spun around just in time to see the barrage of lightning headed for them. Throwing himself forward, Reynyagn put himself between him and Monty, absorbing the lightning as it harmlessly dissipated in his body. Reynyagn crouched, straightened up, and then boldly stepped forward as the figure came into view.
“So. Not only are you long-lived, but you’re half-orc also.”
“You could say that…” The winged elf slowly stepped forward, holding his golden corsha spear in one hand, and pointing with one of his golden gauntlets with his other hand. “And who do you pretend to be? Another member of your supposed Xavier Team?”
“Monty, get in a side corridor,” Reynyagn hissed. “One shot with his lightning and you have no defense. Just stick there and shoot with your gun if need be. Jroldin has his corsha axe to protect him.”
Monty moved to the side as Reynyagn looked back to face Jaigran. “Aye, I am, even if you have lost belief in the prophesy,” he said. “I am Reynyagn, last of the Sla’ad. “ A look flashed across Jaigran’s face. “Yes, you know me, don’t you.” Reynyagn took another step forward. “The only Sla’ad to survive the massacre that you led. The Sla’ad you longed to kill although Astrid stayed your hand. Oh yes, I know you, Jaigran. And it’s good to see you again before I kill you.”
If Jaigran feared him, he did not show it. “I had almost forgotten how hard it was for you to forget what happened,” he calmly said as he continued to slowly walk toward Reynyagn. “How you could never forget everyone that you lost on that day. A pity you didn’t die there too, or that your Triumvirate friend Astrid had been able to keep you alive. But that matters not. I took down her power on that fateful day and now I will finish my work with you.”
“Go ahead and try,” Reynyagn said calmly, as he brought back his sword as he prepared for the assault that was now inevitable. “A duel to the death between you and me. A duel to decide the fate of the world.”
“Oh yes, go ahead and pretend like you have a chance.” Flames shot out from Jaigran’s glove, moving out past Reynyagn as they hit the ground, creating a wall of flames behind Reynyagn. “A duel to the death—you and I—without those allies of yours. Die well, Reynyagn.”
And Emperor Jaigran moved forward.
Question of the Week:In light of my "intro" part of the post, spread a rumor about one of the characters in this post by twisting what they said. Take one or some of their quotations, and remove words as you want (with '...' between where you cut), to make it seem like they said something that they didn't...
Part LXII: Duel to the Death
Date: Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
The sounds of a battle were already ringing through the corridors of the Citadel as Reynyagn, Number 994, Orglan, and Monty dashed down the hall, looking around for any sight of the ongoing fighting.
“Who would be fighting in the Citadel?!” Monty yelled.
“Remember?” Orglan asked. “According to our leaks through Jaigran’s communicator, one of the other tribes of orcs is attacking this place!”
“Are they friendly?” Monty asked.
“No!” Orglan said. “At least, I’d be surprised if they were! Chances are they’re our enemies. We can only hope that they’ll see the Emperor as the greatest thought here! Otherwise, Jaigran’s got this thing won!”
Moments after those words slipped out of his mouth, a group of three orcs dashed into the hallway from an intersecting corridor. It took an instant for Number 994 to realize that their markings weren’t those of the Emperor’s orcs as he threw himself against the wall.
A barrage of chain lightning cracked through the corridor as Monty threw himself to the floor, Orglan battling it with his own energy, while Reynyagn ignored the lightning coursing threw him, taking great strides toward them. As the orcs turned to move, Reynyagn swung his corsha long sword around, slicing through the orcs and throwing one of them against the wall. An instant shock force from Number 994’s fingers quickly ended its agony.
“So they’re not totally on our side,” Monty remarked.
“Just keep on going!” Orglan said. “Jaigran’s bound to be close! We have to get there before he gets away!”
“Move!” Flek barely had time to shove Rider the remaining couple feet into the intersecting corridor before he threw himself to the ground, lightning and bullets blazing above his heads. Rolling, Flek brought up his blades to block the shots at him before he leapt backwards through a doorway, landing besides Astrid.
“Quick! Give me your gun,” Flek said. Snatching Astrid’s gun from her open hands, Flek stepped out to take a couple blasts at them before ducking back.
“I can’t do so well against orcs and elves,” Flek quickly explained to Astrid. “There’s too many of them for us to deal with them as we did before. We’ve got Rider safe. Now we just have to keep ourselves alive.”
“Where can we go?” Astrid said, quickly scanning the premises of the room. “There’s no exits or windows!”
“There’s always a way,” Flek said, stepping back as he quickly shut the door, bolting it. “Barricade the door long enough for me to get us out of here!” Flek ran to the large bed and quickly scurried up one of its post. Stabbing his corsha blades up, he quickly began to move them up to cut a circle in the wall. To get themselves out of the room before they ran out of time.
The ambush came upon them fast. Just as soon as Monty and Reynyagn had cleared the door way, the Imperial orcs moved out of it, throwing lightning around. Grabbing Monty by the arm, Reynyagn ducked into a side corridor.
“We have to keep moving without them,” Reynyagn said, referring to Number 994 and Orglan. “They can fight them off well enough, and we need to find Jaigran before it’s too late. He’s had plenty of time already to escape; it will be a wonder if he hasn’t escaped already.”
“Wait!” Monty yelled, pointing ahead in the hall as he ran to keep up with Reynyagn. “The person who just got out of that side corridor there! Isn’t that-”
“Jroldin!” Reynyagn skidded to a stop as Jroldin reflexively brought up his axe in a defensive position. “No, it’s me!” Reynyagn said.
“Reynyagn? Monty?!” Jroldin asked, mouth dropping. “But how-“
“We don’t have time!” Reynyagn said, trying to keep his mind from going off into the rabbit trails about how Jroldin had also gotten entangled into this mess. “We need to find the Emperor!”
“I had seen him a couple minutes ago before-” Jroldin began.
Footsteps. Reynyagn spun around just in time to see the barrage of lightning headed for them. Throwing himself forward, Reynyagn put himself between him and Monty, absorbing the lightning as it harmlessly dissipated in his body. Reynyagn crouched, straightened up, and then boldly stepped forward as the figure came into view.
“So. Not only are you long-lived, but you’re half-orc also.”
“You could say that…” The winged elf slowly stepped forward, holding his golden corsha spear in one hand, and pointing with one of his golden gauntlets with his other hand. “And who do you pretend to be? Another member of your supposed Xavier Team?”
“Monty, get in a side corridor,” Reynyagn hissed. “One shot with his lightning and you have no defense. Just stick there and shoot with your gun if need be. Jroldin has his corsha axe to protect him.”
Monty moved to the side as Reynyagn looked back to face Jaigran. “Aye, I am, even if you have lost belief in the prophesy,” he said. “I am Reynyagn, last of the Sla’ad. “ A look flashed across Jaigran’s face. “Yes, you know me, don’t you.” Reynyagn took another step forward. “The only Sla’ad to survive the massacre that you led. The Sla’ad you longed to kill although Astrid stayed your hand. Oh yes, I know you, Jaigran. And it’s good to see you again before I kill you.”
If Jaigran feared him, he did not show it. “I had almost forgotten how hard it was for you to forget what happened,” he calmly said as he continued to slowly walk toward Reynyagn. “How you could never forget everyone that you lost on that day. A pity you didn’t die there too, or that your Triumvirate friend Astrid had been able to keep you alive. But that matters not. I took down her power on that fateful day and now I will finish my work with you.”
“Go ahead and try,” Reynyagn said calmly, as he brought back his sword as he prepared for the assault that was now inevitable. “A duel to the death between you and me. A duel to decide the fate of the world.”
“Oh yes, go ahead and pretend like you have a chance.” Flames shot out from Jaigran’s glove, moving out past Reynyagn as they hit the ground, creating a wall of flames behind Reynyagn. “A duel to the death—you and I—without those allies of yours. Die well, Reynyagn.”
And Emperor Jaigran moved forward.
Question of the Week:In light of my "intro" part of the post, spread a rumor about one of the characters in this post by twisting what they said. Take one or some of their quotations, and remove words as you want (with '...' between where you cut), to make it seem like they said something that they didn't...
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