[Cspace]

An hour following the encounter with reknosks, the adventurers stop for rest. Only the "cloaked man" knows where they are, because he was tracking them from above.

OOC: Only Darkness can realistically post here.

[Darkness]

The dark cloaked man landed in the valley of a dune a ways off from the adventurers, hidden behind it. Dismissing his dragon, he walked in a steady pace towards their resting place. He almost questioned himself about what he was doing. If he revealed his presence, they might decide not to go anywhere, or not to speak, until he left. But he had the strange feeling that tracking them would not work forever.

He reached a distance of only about ten paces from them. He was sure they'd noticed him; they'd have to be blind not to.

"So... How do three... adventurers... manage to call down The Fallen's attention to them, enough so that he sends seven reknosks after them? One reknosk is a strange enough sight in this realm. I would truly question those who are pursued by seven."

[Cspace]

The three, sitting around drinking what's left of their water, turn their heads toward the cloaked man. They obviously did not expect anyone to find them here. The one with the large weapon stands up, allowing the wind to blow through his cloak. He does not appear to be wearing armor, but instead the clothes of a survivalist. Despite this fact, he seems to be very skilled with his weapon.


"I told you not to follow," he said with a low voice.

[Darkness]

The dark cloaked man disregarded the man's intimidating words. In fact, it almost seemed as if he hadn't even heard them at all. He eyed each man individually, the one with the large weapon last. He seemed to be evaluating each of them. Most men would shrink back under the scrutiny of that blue eyed gaze.

"The object you have. What is it, that so many seek it? Why do both Forlon and Aderon come from their far off homes to obtain it? Why does The Fallen, and likely many other deities, wish to have it? Who are you, that the threads of fate seem to weave themselves so keenly about you?"

[Cspace]

The one with the unusual weapon shakes his head and replies, "That is not for you to know. While you helped with our escape, I know that you do not have clear motivations. You must leave now, and I will watch to be sure that you are not tracking us again."

[Darkness]

A small smile spread across the dark cloaked man's face, as he too shook his head. "I'm afraid that is unacceptable." For a moment, it seemed that nothing would happen... But then with a swift movement, the dark cloaked man brought two fingers up to his face, and then made a swift cutting motion, in the direction of the man with the unusual weapon. "Sepulchrum glacialis!"


OOC: Icy tomb

[Cspace]

The man swings his weapon around, shoving one of the pointed ends of the blade into the sand behind him. He points directly at his attacker with the other hand, and a circle of red-colored runes forms under the adventurer's feet. It appears that the ice is forming as intended, but it is being melted as quickly as it does.

The other two adventurers stand up. One points his rifle toward the attacker, and the other reaches for a knife.

The one with the odd weapon seems to be the greatest threat, as the others show no sign of having any affinity with the greater forces of the universe.

[Darkness]

"..."

The dark cloaked man stared, eyes sharp, at the man with the strange weapon for a moment. "I did not intend to harm anyone," he began. "But you leave me with no choice. You bring this upon yourself." His hand came up before him, fingers slightly bent light claws, in the direction of the one with the knife. With a sudden up-pulling movement, he said, "Fragmentia terra!"


OOC: That was Upheaval or Tectonic Break, or whichever the one was that I did in the last battle

[Cspace]

The one with the weapon turns and commands to the others, "Move!"

He is struck by the upheaval spell, but moves around it as if he is parrying the columns of stone with his weapon. He rolls himself over the last bit of rock and lands on his feet, turning with his weapon extended so the hilt strikes his adversary hard behind the head.

"I don't wish to fight you, but you're not getting the stone."

[Bashae]

OOC: Can I realistically appear now that he has caused a ruckus?

[Cspace]

OOC: Sorry, it's still very remote.

[Bashae]

OOC: Aw, darn.

[Darkness]

OOC: I'm not going to bother making up magic words


The dark cloaked man stumbles forward, a bit disoriented by the blow. As his mind cleared, he brought to mind another spell. Waving his hands once more, he spoke the magic words. The ground erupted near the dark cloaked man, launching ash and lava into the air throughout the area.


OOC: Lava bomb ;P

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The two other adventurers run out of the way.

Despite the chaos of the fire all around, the target of the spell remains calm. He knows that he is not immune, but he understands the nature of this spell and seems to avoid all effects except for the initial blast. Regardless, he grabs his weapon with both hands and strikes his adversary with the flat side of the blade. The sweep is hard enough that the cloaked man is temporarily knocked unconscious, but not permanently harmed. It seems that the one with the weapon is reluctant to use the blade against him.



By the time the cloaked man wakes up, the adventurers are gone.


OOC: Anyone can enter now. Perhaps this is a good time for a GM event.

[MA-53]

Saelel surveys the sight. It is clear from the scorched earth and the unconscious figure that a fight had taken place. The cloaked man had violently attempted to abduct the adventurers, but had failed. A trail of footprints leads away from the scene, and stretches off into the distance.

Saelel crouches over the unconscious cloaked figure and looks at him, pondering.

Straightening up, he wanders off, following the tracks of the adventurers, and sweeping them up behind him.