Post by Spwack on Apr 24, 2012 20:08:43 GMT -5
Huddled around the softly smoking remains of a campfire, Spwack Cadmium huddled deeper into his robes. This was his third night in uncharted terrain. Why was he doing this? He had forgotten long ago. "All... in the name... of sci-" and with that, he fell asleep.
When he awoke, just before dawn, it was bitterly cold. He had brought food, and could sustain himself with magic, but both of those supplies were dwindling. He shrugged, and gave in. No project was worth this kind of struggle to survive. Rubbing his hands to remove the frost, he lifted them and began to construct the spell. With a flourish, he finished the spell, and tossed the swirl of magic into the air. As it hovered there, Spwack felt a tinge of unease. Shouldn't he have teleported home by now? It had never taken this long to activate before...
The spell turned a bruised purple, and shattered into shards of magic sharper than glass. One large piece spun out, sliced through a tree and came whizzing towards his head. He ducked, and it buzzed passed like an irate wasp with a gland problem. It spun into the wintry forest, and exploded with a sound like an apple being smashed with a brick. Spwack straightened up, but something was coming out of the forest. It was a pig, or at least, it had been. Now it was six foot tall, standing upright and with long gashes down the front that oozed green pus. "It's a zombie, but not as you'd know it..." Where that had come from, Spwack had no idea.
Besides from that, the pigman was holding a long branch it had ripped from a tree. One strike from that, and his skull would be saying hello to his liver. Spwack was low on magic, but unlike a few months ago, he was not unarmed. Reaching into his bag, he drew a length of gleaming steel. Barbed with holy magic, his sword was one of his collection. One was sharper than glass, another so poisonous it could make a spider blanch. But this was perfect for taking these demonic beings out. Swinging it at the pigman, the magic it was imbued with sent a storm of sparks into the beast. It squealed and swung the branch. Now it was angry. But Spwack had been training, and was stronger than he was when he came to Rull. He darted out of the way, and struck again. It hit the pig in the forearm, and hummed it's way out the other side. Before the half-dead creature realized it was one arm short, it was on the ground impaled through the heart. It shuddered as the toxic magic wormed it's way through veins and arteries, until it reached what was left of it's brain. Disgusting fumes vented out of it's ears, and it crumbled to dust. Spwack picked up the branch, and peeled off the fingers. He cut it to size, than hobbled off, leaning on it heavily. It was a long way to Rull.
[Authors note: Just a quick story, and also a plea for help...]
When he awoke, just before dawn, it was bitterly cold. He had brought food, and could sustain himself with magic, but both of those supplies were dwindling. He shrugged, and gave in. No project was worth this kind of struggle to survive. Rubbing his hands to remove the frost, he lifted them and began to construct the spell. With a flourish, he finished the spell, and tossed the swirl of magic into the air. As it hovered there, Spwack felt a tinge of unease. Shouldn't he have teleported home by now? It had never taken this long to activate before...
The spell turned a bruised purple, and shattered into shards of magic sharper than glass. One large piece spun out, sliced through a tree and came whizzing towards his head. He ducked, and it buzzed passed like an irate wasp with a gland problem. It spun into the wintry forest, and exploded with a sound like an apple being smashed with a brick. Spwack straightened up, but something was coming out of the forest. It was a pig, or at least, it had been. Now it was six foot tall, standing upright and with long gashes down the front that oozed green pus. "It's a zombie, but not as you'd know it..." Where that had come from, Spwack had no idea.
Besides from that, the pigman was holding a long branch it had ripped from a tree. One strike from that, and his skull would be saying hello to his liver. Spwack was low on magic, but unlike a few months ago, he was not unarmed. Reaching into his bag, he drew a length of gleaming steel. Barbed with holy magic, his sword was one of his collection. One was sharper than glass, another so poisonous it could make a spider blanch. But this was perfect for taking these demonic beings out. Swinging it at the pigman, the magic it was imbued with sent a storm of sparks into the beast. It squealed and swung the branch. Now it was angry. But Spwack had been training, and was stronger than he was when he came to Rull. He darted out of the way, and struck again. It hit the pig in the forearm, and hummed it's way out the other side. Before the half-dead creature realized it was one arm short, it was on the ground impaled through the heart. It shuddered as the toxic magic wormed it's way through veins and arteries, until it reached what was left of it's brain. Disgusting fumes vented out of it's ears, and it crumbled to dust. Spwack picked up the branch, and peeled off the fingers. He cut it to size, than hobbled off, leaning on it heavily. It was a long way to Rull.
[Authors note: Just a quick story, and also a plea for help...]
