Saturday, March 29, 2008
Unbound
6:55 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
"Alex, buddy."
The group of Thorns turned to face Grimaulkin, stopping their summoning in mid-chant. The man in the center of the circle toppled to the ground.
"How dare you disturb me," the mage snarled at him.
"Cut the shit, Alex. I'm done working for you." He tossed a bag to the ground, near the man whose soul they were going to rip out.
"I heard things were lucrative," the mage said, and glanced at a couple of Thornites, who drew their swords at Grim.
"Very lucrative. I got everything I needed. See, I can summon creatures such as that, but with slightly more power than yours. As a matter of fact, I can tear their souls out of their bodies and use that." Grim slowly advanced, grinning at Alex. "Bet you didn't think anyone could do that, huh?"
"It's...not unknown," Alex said hesitantly.
Grim tossed a bone to the ground, and a creature in chain mail rose from the earth. He carried a sword, but stayed in a passive position. "Bet you didn't think I could do this, either? I found myself a relic of a medieval knight, if you believe it, and the Legacy Chain so kindly let me use it to summon that knight - and there's another one that the Lost allegedly has, too. Look what he can do!"
With a snap of his fingers, the creature drew his sword and stabbed Alex straight through with it. Alex - and the Thornites - moved in slow motion as Grim conjured a pit of blackness at their feet. The knight dispatched Alex, then turned to the Thorns. There were only three of them, also easily dealt with.
He turned to the bodies and took a bone from each, wrenching off their pinky fingers and then tossing a teleportation disk onto them. They'd realize something was amiss after a few weeks of seeing enemies return to the Zig, missing their pinky fingers. Poor Idaho, he thought, laughing.
The group of Thorns turned to face Grimaulkin, stopping their summoning in mid-chant. The man in the center of the circle toppled to the ground.
"How dare you disturb me," the mage snarled at him.
"Cut the shit, Alex. I'm done working for you." He tossed a bag to the ground, near the man whose soul they were going to rip out.
"I heard things were lucrative," the mage said, and glanced at a couple of Thornites, who drew their swords at Grim.
"Very lucrative. I got everything I needed. See, I can summon creatures such as that, but with slightly more power than yours. As a matter of fact, I can tear their souls out of their bodies and use that." Grim slowly advanced, grinning at Alex. "Bet you didn't think anyone could do that, huh?"
"It's...not unknown," Alex said hesitantly.
Grim tossed a bone to the ground, and a creature in chain mail rose from the earth. He carried a sword, but stayed in a passive position. "Bet you didn't think I could do this, either? I found myself a relic of a medieval knight, if you believe it, and the Legacy Chain so kindly let me use it to summon that knight - and there's another one that the Lost allegedly has, too. Look what he can do!"
With a snap of his fingers, the creature drew his sword and stabbed Alex straight through with it. Alex - and the Thornites - moved in slow motion as Grim conjured a pit of blackness at their feet. The knight dispatched Alex, then turned to the Thorns. There were only three of them, also easily dealt with.
He turned to the bodies and took a bone from each, wrenching off their pinky fingers and then tossing a teleportation disk onto them. They'd realize something was amiss after a few weeks of seeing enemies return to the Zig, missing their pinky fingers. Poor Idaho, he thought, laughing.
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