Sar-Sargoth Central Square.
The ominous power of the Dark Path sings out to your soul in this forsaken place. The bright sun
shines down upon you, filling you with its life-giving warmth. The looming Gate of the Clans can be
seen in its true glory from this central point of the city, the flag bearing the standards of the
Clans Raven and Dragon displaying its colors as it withstands the merciless howl of the Northern
winds. The foul stench of the Witch-King's Folly is mixed with the sting of cold air in the area,
the sign to the west noticeable from the square despite the snow. The square and adjacent streets
are paved with hard granite, which has weathered the corrosion of time and the wear of thousands of
feet over the long history of the city. The main street of Sar-Sargoth continues towards the large
obsidian citadel, which rests against the large mountain range on the northern edge of the Plains of
Isbandia. The image of the citadel in full view is truly terrible, with large spikes and solid walls
as black as coal, the walls stretching far into the vista above the city. There are 2 black and
silver streamers here. There are 3 Sar-Sargothian Necromancers here. Clad in an enormous set of
leather armor, a Sar-Sargothian Skullsplitter paces restlessly here. A stone bench stands here. A
large bonfire has been erected upon a stone bier. Supported on a sturdy wooden frame, a large silver
orb is here, covered in runic script. A proud Keshian bloodstock stallion stands here, head held
high. A statue depicting many Moredhel warriors killing a horde of Eledhel from atop a fallen tree
stands here, a bloody monument to a glorious battle. Witch-Queen Sappho, The Burninatrix is here.
She wields a slender, singed warhammer in both hands. Keeper of the Lore, Doctor Malapardis, Praetor
of Sar-Sargoth is here, surrounded by a golden nimbus of light. He wields a darkened bronze saber
charred by dragon fire in his left hand. Official Dollmaker, Marluna, Avatar of the Wilds poses
looking flushed and ripe for great adventure or great romance. She wields a ritualistic, dragon
headed dagger in her left hand and a serrated longsword in her right. Colorful ADS have been posted,
advertising goods and services.
You see exits leading northwest, west, south, southeast, east, and north.

You slam your shoulder into Malapardis, charging your full weight into him in a ruthless, crushing
interception.
A mirror image of Malapardis is destroyed!

Sappho recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Prandur, God of Fire, her eyes burning
with conviction.

Sappho shouts, "Oi!" at the top of her voice.

Malapardis smirks as the attack lands on his mirror image. Without any word, he launches his fist -
crackling with lightning - at your head.

A sudden roar pierces the cool air, causing windows near the Dragon Hall to vibrate in their frames.

Vermiculus turns his face, lowering his head slightly his white hair flairing
outwards as he leans into malapardis' fist causing it to connect square upon his forehead, the force
of the blow jarred him only slightly as me moved passed the blow looking to tackle the smaller man
to the ground.

Sappho narrows her eyes in a menacing manner.

Malapardis pulls his fist back, shaking it off as he launches himself back wards out of you' reach
with a "Fwhoosh" of air. He lands nimbly on his feet and counterattacks, thrusting his right hand
forward to launch a cone of flame.

Sappho recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Prandur, God of Fire, her eyes burning
with conviction.

Vermiculus adjusted with the battle born skill of a warrior and tucked into a roll
as his prey evaded him. With a flurry of his long black coat he looked up to see a cone of flame
only inches from his face. He raised his hands but before he could shield himself the flame hit...
His long black coat shimmered with an arcane power as the Shield Rune of the Tsurani people sprang
to life causing the flames to die away. He sprang forward again his leg darting out to attack the
planted foot of the mage opposite him.

Malapardis stomps his foot as you launches his attack. Instantly, the road beneath it contorts and
crumbles as solid rock rises from the earth to encircle Malapardis' foot on the outside, offering
180 degrees of protection. Simultaneously, he pulls back with his left hand and hurls a darkened
bronze saber charred by dragon fire at the man. The blade picks up rapidly as it leaves Malapardis'
hand and begins spinning mid-air, threatening to sever anything it comes into contact with.

A carrion crow glides on air currents high above searching for food below.
Caes climbs up quickly onto the rooftops, vanishing from sight.
With a loud cry, a carrion crow swoops in.
Spreading its wings and letting out a startling cry, a carrion crow swoops away.
Lugrasoi arrives from the north.
With a swaying gait, a large black bull enters from the north.
Marluna watches the pair feuding and grumbles. Trying to avoid being caught in the onslaught she
jumps onto a stone bench. Fingering the tip of her blade her eyes flash with barely suppressed anger.

Continuing the hunt for his dark mate, the sun presses forward in his journey, lowering himself in
the sky yet still casting even, full light upon the land.

 Vermiculus' foot connected with the cobblestone earthen defense with a loud "THUD"
causing a brief grunt of pain from the enraged Glamredhel before he moved forward, his opponent now
anchored he took the cracking bones of his left foot in stride as he moved deftly avoiding the blade
moving towards him, his chest turning to allow the blade to harmlessly pass by as he lunched forward
attampting to grap malapardis' military coat, his eyes, dangerous and enflamed with madness, focused
upon his target.

Malapardis makes no attempt to avoid you' mad grab for his coat. Instead, with a smirk, he draws
back both hands, and spears of magic - forged of the golden light of a spellshield - appear in his
hands. He thrusts them both forward towards his target's chest.

Caes arrives from the south.
A Sar-Sargothian Necromancer says in Moredhel, "My eyes are upon you. Never forget that."

As you reaches for Malapardis , who responds with golden spellspears, a darkened bronze saber
charred by dragon fire, which you has dodged, continues on its path, now headed straight for Caes.

A bitterly cold wind blows through the gap in the buildings nearby, chilling you to the bone and
whipping at your clothing.

 Vermiculus noticed the magic by the tingling of his hairs on the back of his head a
moment to late, the blow would come and he flexed his chest preparing for it. Grabbing hold of one
side of Malapardis' coat he took the spears of magic straight the the chest and roared in pain as
the magic coursed through his body, his teeth clinched but he refused to let go. Bringing his other
hand to the opposing side of the magician's coat he held him firmly, the magic still coursing
through his body. Recovering he delivered another swift blow with his already broken foot to the
cobblestone anchor and finally connected with malapardis' foot. He leaned forward using the momentum of the dive to slam his head into the magicians, knowing a blow to the head might pause the
magicians ability to cast long enough for him to gain the upper hand.
You shout, "RRROOOOAAAAAARGGGHHH!"

The soft sobbing of slaves echoes from the slave pens, followed by the crack of a whip.

In the perfectly clear sky, the bright sun shines down upon you.

Upon noticing a very faint twinkle from the edge of his gaze, Caes blinks. The realization that a
weapon headed toward him dawned, causing him to immediately pivot his form sideways and scurry quick-
steps backward from the point of impact. Reflexes seem quite keen, even for prolonged slumber and
lack of repetitive training on the fields of war. Ivory hues then shift toward the thrower of said
blade, assumed to be Malapardis, with a mild disdain spread across the contorted features. Nothing
is said currently, both arms slink to the belt about his waist and cuff the thumbs inward to stand
loosely in a half-lean.

Malapardis frowns in concentration. Gritting his teeth as pain shoots through his foot, he focuses
his spellshield into one solid translucent wall of magic, centered at his head. At the same time,
the violet energy of a psionic mindblast surges from his head , through the spell wall, and towards
your rapidly-arriving forehead.

 Vermiculus' immortal body seemed to shake under the force of the blow, his enraged
emerald eyes pulsed with a shimmer of golden light granding him determination, regardless of the
pain inflicted by the blast his blow would connect. He pulled malapardis' body towards his own,
angling his forhead directly at the Moredhel's nose before the pain brunt of an unknown blast of
mental energy caused his hold to loosen, but not break.
Caes leaves south.

Malapardis angles his spell wall - the gathered magic of his spellshield, condensed to protect his
face - so that you will connect with it, rather than him. At the same time, he reaches forward with
his right hand, which crackles with electricity, aiming for you' heart.

A bitterly cold wind blows through the gap in the buildings nearby, chilling you to the bone and
whipping at your clothing.

Vermiculus' forhead connected with the magician's nose with a force that would have
shattered it and shoved the catalage deep within the magician's brain but some magic protected him
and once again the Glamredhel took a dangerously powerful blow to the head. He shifted slightly
moving his hands higher up malapardis coat as he used the remainder of his strength to throw the
magician to the ground with all the force he could muster. Defense at the went as the magician would
have fallen the bolt of energy connected with the scar above his heart. The skin seared by the blast
a low grunt of pain issued from his chest but a flare of golden light issued from the scar, bright
enough to momentarily blind anyone looking close enough.

Shadows grow longer in anticipation for the return of their dark mistress as the sun's chase brings
him closer to the world's edge.

Malapardis loses his footing as he is grabbed and thrown, and the *snap* of bone is heard as his
left foot is clearly broken. As the ground rushes up to meet him, he glances towards the other side
of the Square, opposite you, and his body turns to light, which arcs towards the space where
Malapardis was looking not a moment before. As Malapardis rematerializes from his successful
teleportation spell, he quickly grabs a wizard's staff with a knob on the end and leans upon it
heavily.
Malapardis wields a wizard's staff with a knob on the end in his left hand.
A bitterly cold wind blows through the gap in the buildings nearby, chilling you to the bone and
whipping at your clothing.

Vermiculus' eyes narrowed in irritation and the skies overhead darkened. Thunder
lit the sky as a storm of straights of darkness proportions began to grow overhead. His emerald eyes
locked with the magician as he took his staff of Storms in hand and once again leapt towards the
injured magician - his battle worn and hardened body ignoring the pain taken thus far. As he dashed
forward seeking to intercept Malapardis rain began to fall, light at first but as he neared the
Storm above opened up and freezing cold droplets of water beat upon the ground. Vermiculus' dreadful
roar filled the air, focused upon malapardis ears as saught to slam into the crippled mage.

Leaning heavily on a wizard's staff with a knob on the end, Malapardis utters a rapid series of
cantrips as he extends his right hand forward. From his staff, serpent after serpent of flame arcs
out towards you, each honing in on the man and each taking a different path through the air to harm
him. At the same time, another cone of fire, this one white-hot, shoots forth to engulf everything
in front of him. He roars, "You own nobody, Vermiculus. Your rage and jealousy ends here."

Marluna glances up at the now stormy filled sky. Shivering in the now near freezing cold weather,
she wraps her arms around herself for warmth watching her mate and her friend battle each other.

A hush descends as the mighty form of Freama strides in from the the east, eyes alight with dark
power and a sneer permanently etched onto their features.
Stepping heavily in from the east upon iron-clad hooves, a nightmarish bloodsteed seems to ooze from
the shadows.
 (OOC: Evil League of Evil): Malapardis says, "Fuck logging."
Gracefully rising over the distant horizon and into the starry depths of the night, Little Moon
heralds the dreamy procession of her triune sisters.
Arms outstretched, Malapardis begins gathering the surrounding magic, filling himself with arcane
power.
Malapardis's hands glow blue as he draws on wild, cosmic magic.
As Malapardis lowers his arms, he seems to radiate an aura of effulgent power.
Freama recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter, her
eyes burning with conviction.
Aizana arrives from the south, riding an arctic snow wolf.
Vermiculus' return shout was filled with equal rage as he ducked under a pair of
serpents arching towards him. "You destroy everything you touch MOREDHEL!" his charge was halted as
his words distracted him from his path and a serpent slammed against his chest. His movement, slowed
but not stopped, kept on towards the mage ducking and evading another pair of serpants. From behind
him a godlike gust of water filled wind broke against the cone of fire the rain breaking the flame
as he raised his staff of Storms once again causing the water pooled at Malapardis feet to turn to
creeping ice seeking to entangle his feet at every turn. Vermiculus hopped that and the oncomming
storm of the gust slamming against him would knock his defenses off balance enough for his charge to
connect as he scathed past the last few arched serpents.
Devastator of Hearts, Freama, Blade of Clan Dragon says to Marluna, "What's the pissing contest
over?"
Marluna shakes her head at Freama.

Official Dollmaker, Marluna, Avatar of the Wilds says to Freama, "Something very stupid."

Freama recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter, her
eyes burning with conviction.

Devastator of Hearts, Freama, Blade of Clan Dragon says to Marluna, "Males are idiots by default. It
takes a lot of training to make them less so."

The faint sound of hushed voices drifts by you on the night-time breeze.

Marluna smiles softly.

Malapardis' eyes widen. Clearly, he hadn't expected his cone of fire to be countered. With the
recklessness of an obvious last-ditch effort, his spellshield contorts to form into a spike set
between himself and you, positioned in a way clearly intended to impale the Praetor opposite him.

Lugrasoi stands, leaning against his spear, regarding the fight in expressionless silence. One of
his hands holds the reins of his bull.
Across the heavens, the stars and moons challenge night's dark reign, revealing familiar
constellations that tell the tales of myth and legend.

Lugrasoi yawns suddenly and mightily.
Freama prays to Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter, causing her hands to glow with an invigorating
emerald luminescence.
Freama touches a glowing hand to Lugrasoi's forehead, who perks up considerably.

Jumping out from the shadows, a cellar goblin snatches up a rat, stuffing the still squirming
creature into his mouth before running away to hunt more.

Vermiculus felt the doings of great magic at work once again and moments before he
would have connected with the spellshield spike he whispered softly - his voice like a leaf upon the
might gust of rainfilled wind pushing him. "Killian grant my passion your strength..." and with the
simple prayer he closed his eyes, taking his mind from his target and lowering his shoulder into the
mage intending not to grapple this time, simply to send him flying back onto the steps of the
Citadel behind him. He felt his shoulder connect with a sharp point of magic and with a brief sea
green glow his staff of Storms pulsed with energy coupled with the charging speed of the Glamredhel
warrior and the gust of wind behind - granted his immortal body protection against the cone as the
strength of his passion and killian's blessing slammed full force against the remaining might of
Malapardis' spellshield.

His spellshield-spike shattering with a loud *CRACK* Malapardis 's eyes grow wide as the magical
backlash knocks him off his feet. He arcs through the air for a yard or two before crashing hard on
the ground and rolling. His broken left leg now splayed out uselessly from his body in a way it
clearly should not, the man lies on the ground on his side, groaning.

Lugrasoi's gaze whips across toward Malapardis, and he holds his spear aside to get a better view.
He glances back at you, expression unchanged save for a slow, flat blink.

A bitterly cold wind blows through the gap in the buildings nearby, chilling you to the bone and
whipping at your clothing.
Marluna sighs heavily.

Freama sidles close to Marluna casting her gaze between her and the pair battling in the Square. At
some point she frowns and a look of concern forms on her face as she focuses on the female beside
her.

Vermiculus' spirit shield shattered in almost as spectacular a fashion as the
blowback of magical energy against the power of his faith sent him in the opposing direction.
Vermiculus' body slammed against the sculpture of noble Moredhel in glorious combat adoring the
center of the square and he fell to the ground half keeping his feet his tenacity tested and broke,
yet on his feet he remained. His eyes surveyed the grounds and found Malapardis upon the citadel
steps. He felt his constitution staggering and his body began to feel the aches of prolonged combat
but his heart beat remained strong, shimmering golden veins issuing from his chest kept him upright
and going. He lowered his staff of Storms, knowing he would gain no more aid from his lady as he
paced slowly towards the fallen Moredhel, his breath heavy as he grunted towards the broken mage.
"Come one then!" his voice never broke but the anger in his tone had faided. "Take your feet
MOREDHEL!" the madness in his tone remained however, and the look in his eye was still bent upon
blood.
Malapardis remains on the ground. He is still, but appears to still be breathing. A wizard's staff
with a knob on the end lies off to the side.

Marluna leans against Freama, a shadow of sadness flickering across her features. Keeping her eyes
on the combatants she shakes her head and sighs.

Freama wraps a comforting arm around the shoulders of Marluna and focuses on the males once more, an angry glare in her eyes.

Vermiculus moved forward still, yet weary of the fallen mage reaching into his
bloodstained dark leather pouch a symbol of those of his true family he pulled forth a wad of
blessed bandages and tossed them towards the mage, not bothering to apply one to his own injured
body. "TAKE YOUR FEET!!" he roared again in mighty fashion. "You challenge a prince of the Crimson
Blood... Rise to meet that challenge!"

Malapardis remains still. His breathing is shallow.
Vermiculus' fingers wrapped around the long hard shaft of an enormous, double-
bladed battleaxe as he stood upon the first of the citadel steps, still waiting, prepared for
another magical outburst, yet he would take malapardis head to satisfy his rage if the fight was
indeed beaten from the man.
You wield an enormous, double-bladed battleaxe in both hands.

Lugrasoi's nostrils dilate, and he sniffs the air, leaning forward as if to get a better view of the
tumult.

Malapardis still remains on the ground.
The scurrying of rats can be heard over the whistling of the wind.
Freama recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter, her
eyes burning with conviction.

Marluna sighs, shaking her head. No longer able to watch the out of control behavior of her mate,
she hops off a stone bench and walks away, shaking her head.
Marluna leaves south.

Vermiculus' eyes narrowed as he took another step setting the blade of his enormous,
 double-bladed battleaxe against the magicians neck. "Ask for mercy..." He sneered down at the
moredhel. "Like the women... And the children of my people cried for as your kind burned the walls
of Neldarlod... Burned the walls of Sar-Isbandia... Slaughtered my people... Beg for mercy for now
an age later, attempting to take everything that i love from me..."

Malapardis's body shimmers slightly as the last bit of magic he possesses appears to leave him. He
remains still.

Lugrasoi murmurs, half to himself, "Less talk. More blood."

Devastator of Hearts, Freama, Blade of Clan Dragon says to you, "And yet you stand here, amongst MY
kind. Honoured for your adherence to OUR ways. You've done the same or worse to women and children
in your days amongst this grand city... a glorious reminder of OUR power and Dark Path...
"

Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and the night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 10th of Yamiev, 70 years after the Darkness at Sethanon.
You hear the sound of running feet behind you.
Freama clenches her fists into balls, and when she opens them, blood flows freely from deep wounds
upon her palms.
Freama dabs her fingers in the wet blood seeping from her wounds, and raises it high in offering to
Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter. Her eyes suddenly glow a ruddy red, taking on a sanguine aspect.
Freama clasps her hands in prayer, and a glowing divine mantle of whorling azure sparks settles
around her shoulders.
Freama sanctifies her divine mantle, which shimmers brightly.

Malapardis remains lying on the floor. Vermiculus' eyes narrow as he looks upon the silent body.
"Then die then... Moredhel..." He raises his axe and brings it down against the neck of the fallen
mage with enough force to cleave his head from his neck in a single fluid stroke. Malapardis remains
utterly still as the axe passes through his neck, striking stone, not flesh or blood. Almost
immediately, Malapardis flickers into existence behind you, leaning heavily against a wizard's staff
with a knob on the end, which no longer lies on the ground. Using you' final attack as a moment in
which to strike his opponent off-balance, Malapardis reaches towards you heart from behind, his hand
glowing with a mixture of rift and teleportation magic. It is clear from the spell that he intends
to reach inside you' chest and pull the beating heart from the man.
Malapardis chuckles coldly as his hand reaches to kill the man before him. "Illusionist, and Raven,"
he says, with finality.

Vermiculus' eyes blinked as the being before him faded and his axe struck stone.
The voice gave him a moments realization of what was about to happen, but not another moment to
react to it. All he could do was throw back an elbow aimed at the magicians shattered arm and
prepare for the attack to come as he attempted to turn to face his opponent.

Malapardis takes the brunt of the elbow. He is close enough that it strikes him directly in the
chest. With a cough of pain, his hand enters you' chest with a sickening squish.

Vermiculus' body shivers at the invasion as his knees begin to slump a sure sign
the battle was about to end - his hands reach out to clumsily grasp at Malapardis neck putting the
full force of the Six foot, two hundred pound man upon the magicians sholders as his hands grasp at
the mages neck. His eyes grow faded but as the magical thrusted hand touches his heart the golden
glow of before returned, the passionate madness in his eyes replaced with a golden glow and a dark
black shimmer of the iris. The spirit of the dragon lashed out instantly, both at the edhel host and
at the mage attempting to tear the draconic heart from its new body. Vermiculus' body grew with heat
as the last strength of his body caused him to attempt to snap the moredhel's neck.

Ryuto has been slain by a death cult priest.

Malapardis' eyes flash with rage. And then, they flash with fire, as the latent power of the Valheru
fills his body. He uses that strength to squeeze his fist tight, clearly aiming to crush you' heart
before his own neck is crushed.

Freama recites a fiery liturgy praising the divine glories of Guis-wan, the Red-Jawed Hunter, her
eyes burning with conviction.

Spreading its wings and letting out a startling cry, a carrion crow swoops away.
Jumping out from the shadows, a cellar goblin snatches up a rat, stuffing the still squirming
creature into his mouth before running away to hunt more.

Vermiculus' chest began to glow with the combination of the draconic magic within
him and the arcane magic seeking to crush his heart. The magic of the dragon fought against the
Valheru influence, weakened, from a source unlike the original, but the effect remained the same.
The spirit of the dragon attempted to urge the Edhel to release his prey and disengage but the
Glamredhel in him would not relent, Malapardis would die... or they both would - handed defeat was
not an option.

Vilnearo has been judged and found wanting by Meel, the Goblin.

The horizon glows with burnished shades of orange and red, heralding the imminent arrival of the sun
upon the rim of the world.
Freama beckons at Lugrasoi to follow.

With a glare of contempt, Freama strides out to the north, leaving an unsettling air in their wake.
Crimson eyes intensely surveying the horizon, a nightmarish bloodsteed sets off to the north.

A sudden roar pierces the cool air as a warm glow temporarily lightens the sky around Dragon Hall.

Malapardis continues crushing you' heart in his hand, his own neck being crushed by the soldier's
steel grip.

Vermiculus' resolve remained - even up until his own impending death as he put the
last strength of his body into his hands, the draconic energy relenting and aiding to his effort,
the two spirits in unison at last focusing upon the moredhels death.


The night's grasp creeps back in, challenging the imminent arrival of the dawn, as Luna descends
over the horizon.

Finally ending their battle of rage, Vermiculus has died with Malapardis' hand crushing his heart.
And "Finally ending their battle of rage, Malapardis has died with Vermiculus's hand crushing his
neck.