Post by Illian on Nov 22, 2006 15:21:53 GMT -4
He really didn't want this, not after a four day turnip beer bender. It was supposed to be fun. He go home and visit his family, spend a few days with aunt Edna's turnip soup then go through the next portal.
That was the plan and, not to blow his own horn but it was a good one. Until those guys he ripped off in a game of cards a few months ago caught sight of him. Now he was running down the streets of Athkatla, chased by a bunch of thugs.
He turned a sharp corner, spurting down the alley. There, the wall. He just climb up it, on to the roof and open the portal.
Reaching into his belt, he grabbed two of his rods and raised his hands above his head. Pressing the button, he felt one of the rods lock in place, the sudden jolt of force pulling him off his feet.
Then he began alternating between the two rods, swinging on them as though they were monkey bars. A precious few seconds later and he stood on the slightly angled roof, the tiles beneath his feet.
Now, for that bloody key. Reaching into his the inside of his robe, he began rummaging. Just to feel his eyes widen as the tiles cracked behind him.
He turned, facing the two muscled men, smiling with dirty teeth and cracking their knuckles.
"Hehe, boys...boys" he said, smiling at them "You don't want to do this..." Illian raised his hand, a glass like sphere forming above his hand, silver liquid jumping and bubbling along it's surface.
But his pleas were to no avail, as one of the men rushed at him. Unfortunately for the thug, Illian was faster, throwing the sphere of chaos at the man. With a wet "slurp" the oncoming muscle was thrown backward, landing on the roof in a shower of broken ceramic.
Quivering hands reached to his chest, sinking into the bubbling putrid mess of clay-like slag that was once the man's flesh. Soon, screams of terror and panic began to echo as the poor thug started twisting and squirming, with infinite slowness starting to roll of the roof until he reached the edge.
Then, he fell of. Seconds later, a wet thud was heard as he connected with the ground.
A feral smile spread across Illian's face as he looked at the remaining thug, terror in the man's eyes.
"Now that's a splat..."
The thug didn't say anything, merely raising his knife with a quivering hand.
Illian was again felt the tides of chaos around him, the gestures he needed to shape them coming instinctively. Quickly, roaring blue flames began to trail after his hand as he waves them around, more like a dance then the stiff motions of wizards. Below him, thin roots began to grow up from beneath the roof, alien blossoms spurting from them as chaos worked it's will.
Then he thrust his hands forward, the flames gathering into a pillar that roared into the poor man. Screams of pain mixed with the sound of sizzling flesh.
He didn't bother to see if the man died or wait for him to stop twitching so he could lot the corpse. He just turned around with nonchalant indifference, reaching into his robe and pulling out a small locket. He opened it, the small mechanism starting to play a jaunty tune.
Bolts of electricity began to spark as the portal ripped open. Without looking back, he walked through.
That was the plan and, not to blow his own horn but it was a good one. Until those guys he ripped off in a game of cards a few months ago caught sight of him. Now he was running down the streets of Athkatla, chased by a bunch of thugs.
He turned a sharp corner, spurting down the alley. There, the wall. He just climb up it, on to the roof and open the portal.
Reaching into his belt, he grabbed two of his rods and raised his hands above his head. Pressing the button, he felt one of the rods lock in place, the sudden jolt of force pulling him off his feet.
Then he began alternating between the two rods, swinging on them as though they were monkey bars. A precious few seconds later and he stood on the slightly angled roof, the tiles beneath his feet.
Now, for that bloody key. Reaching into his the inside of his robe, he began rummaging. Just to feel his eyes widen as the tiles cracked behind him.
He turned, facing the two muscled men, smiling with dirty teeth and cracking their knuckles.
"Hehe, boys...boys" he said, smiling at them "You don't want to do this..." Illian raised his hand, a glass like sphere forming above his hand, silver liquid jumping and bubbling along it's surface.
But his pleas were to no avail, as one of the men rushed at him. Unfortunately for the thug, Illian was faster, throwing the sphere of chaos at the man. With a wet "slurp" the oncoming muscle was thrown backward, landing on the roof in a shower of broken ceramic.
Quivering hands reached to his chest, sinking into the bubbling putrid mess of clay-like slag that was once the man's flesh. Soon, screams of terror and panic began to echo as the poor thug started twisting and squirming, with infinite slowness starting to roll of the roof until he reached the edge.
Then, he fell of. Seconds later, a wet thud was heard as he connected with the ground.
A feral smile spread across Illian's face as he looked at the remaining thug, terror in the man's eyes.
"Now that's a splat..."
The thug didn't say anything, merely raising his knife with a quivering hand.
Illian was again felt the tides of chaos around him, the gestures he needed to shape them coming instinctively. Quickly, roaring blue flames began to trail after his hand as he waves them around, more like a dance then the stiff motions of wizards. Below him, thin roots began to grow up from beneath the roof, alien blossoms spurting from them as chaos worked it's will.
Then he thrust his hands forward, the flames gathering into a pillar that roared into the poor man. Screams of pain mixed with the sound of sizzling flesh.
He didn't bother to see if the man died or wait for him to stop twitching so he could lot the corpse. He just turned around with nonchalant indifference, reaching into his robe and pulling out a small locket. He opened it, the small mechanism starting to play a jaunty tune.
Bolts of electricity began to spark as the portal ripped open. Without looking back, he walked through.